It had seemed like a good idea at first, trying for the record. The crew had been promised a large bonus if they could carry more cargo in less time than any ship had done before. Mike went along with it because he could use the money and, well, what was a month or so, anyway. He could make up for lost time later on.
But as time dragged on, and drag it did, he found himself becoming intolerably horny. His balls ached with the burden they were forced to carry. There was no way, he found, to relieve the tension he felt. He needed a woman desperately.
And then he got his break. His ship was laid up overnight in a small port town in France and it was then that he met Michele, the girl who changed his life. He thought he had known all about sex, until the moment he first got her in bed.
She taught him all over again, right from the beginning. He realized that his sex life would no longer be the same, not after a single night with this girl. At first he didn't understand what was going on. Every time he tried to lick her cunt, she would change positions and his mouth would rift into her ass. She convinced him to give it a try and, as horny as he was, he did. And he was glad that he did.
After his mouth, his cock found itself between her soft buttocks. And deep within her body, from a direction previously unknown to him. The things Michele could do with her ass convinced him that he would never again waste his time with any other opening. He was an ass man now, for all time.
CHAPTER ONE
Mike dropped the cigarette butt on the floor, crushed it with the heavy sole of his shoe. He got up from his bunk and crossed to the other side of the room. Looking out the porthole he focused his eyes on the shore, trying to detect some movement, trying to watch it draw nearer.
He looked at his watch, saw that it would be another hour before :he ship pulled into New York Harbor. He r ached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his packet of French cigarettes, extracted one and lit it. Then he retraced his steps to his bunk and sat back down.
The door to the crew's quarters opened and Mike's old friend Tony walked in, wearing his usual big smile. "Well, Not long now, Mike," he said.
"Yeah," Mike replied. "Boy, when we hit shore, I'm gonna run to the nearest cathouse and give this cock of mine some relief. Been a long fuckin' time...."
"You said it," Tony laughed. "Don't get in front of me. I might run right over you. It seems the closer we get to shore, the hornier I get."
"So I see," Mike laughed, looking at the large bulge in the front of his friend's pants. "Damn, Tony," he added. "One piece of ass in the last two months. I don't know how I lived through it."
Mike's thoughts drifted back to the scene that had taken place a month earlier, the day when the ship had had a twenty-four hour layover. in France. They had been at sea a month at that time, too, since the last time they had put ashore for more than a few hours.
The captain, though otherwise a likable man, was out to set some sort of record. He was trying to carry more cargo in less time than any freighter had done before. In the beginning, when he had first announced his plans to the crew, almost everyone had thought it to be a good idea. They were all promised a sizeable bonus by the owners of the ship for their extra hardship.
But upon reaching this particular port in France they ran into a minor delay and the men found themselves ashore for a full day. Naturally they all made for the local bars and houses of pleasure. Not one man went without getting his fill of sex for that day.
And Mike had been no exception. He had begun by heading for the nearest bar. He was unfamiliar with the town and knew that the bars were the best place to seek out women in such cases. It had not been long before he had found his.
He was eyeing the girls in the place, deciding which one he would like to take to bed. His first instinct was to grab the nearest one and head her to a hotel, but he was a discerning man, at least as far as women went, and wanted to be sure he wouldn't get stuck with some half-wit or a disease-ridden pig.
He had been in the bar for no less than ten minutes and was halfway through his second drink, when through the door walked one hell of a well-built broad. The woman, as pretty of face as she had been of body, walked directly up to the bar and stood next to Mike.
Without having to think twice, Mike offered to buy her a drink and she had accepted no less rapidly. He struck up a conversation with her and ascertained that she was a prostitute.
He found this hard to believe; she really didn't look like one.
She was beautiful, to say the least. And young, no more than twenty two or three, though she later refused to reveal her age. She wore no outlandish make-up, as did all the others, and dressed in what seemed more like normal street clothes than hooker costume, though the tight sweater she wore left little to the imagination concerning the size and authenticity of her breasts.
Before another ten minutes had passed, she and Mike were out of the bar and heading for her place. She lived in a little three-room house on the outer perimeter of the town, a house that was neat and clean, unlike most of the places in which the business of prostitution is transacted.
Once inside, the woman, Michele, asked Mike to sit down and then offered him a drink. He accepted the drink but informed her that far too much time had passed since his last woman and that he was more in the mood for laying than sitting. Michele laughed and led him to her bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, Mike wasted no time. He took Michele in his arms from the rear and cupped her huge tits tightly in his strong hands, discovering as he had suspected all along, that she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her big nipples grow hard and dig into his palms.
He reached down and slip his hands under her sweater. He slid his fingers over her huge creamy globes and played with her nipples. Michele rubbed her round, firm ass back and forth against his hard cock.
Michele reached behind her and unzipped his pants. She dug inside with her fingers and fished out his huge, throbbing tool. "Ohhh, Mike," she signed. "You're so hard ... and so big. Never have I felt a cock this size."
Mike smiled. Perhaps she had been telling the truth. He knew his cock to be a good deal larger than average, having surprised himself once by measuring it with a ruler and noting that it was a solid nine inches long and proportionally thick. He was proud of his equipment and took a good deal of pleasure whenever a woman complimented him on it.
While he played with her tits, Michele slowly stroked his cock up and down with her gentle hand. He could feel himself becoming more and more aroused and had to stop her after only a few minutes. He knew that if she kept it up for much longer he would come all over her.
Michele released his big prick and turned around to face him, her sweater gathered atop her tits where he had placed it. It couldn't possibly have slid back down over her enormous boobs.
Mike leaned forward and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked it in as far as he could and lapped his tongue back and forth across it, feeling the bud at the center of her nipple continuing to grow. When finally he took his mouth from the thing he saw that it protruded almost a half inch out from the rest of her tit.
Michele pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it onto a chair. Mike stared at her knockers, wondering how in the hell tits that big could stand out so straight and not sag at all. It seemed contrary to nature.
But he knew there was more to see than her tits and soon engrossed himself in unhooking the snap of her skirt. He let the garment fall to the floor and she stepped out of it. She now wore only a very small and sheer pair of panties and her garter belt and stockings. She made a most tantalizing sight.
Michele ran one hand between her thighs and over her cunt, then brought the hand up to Mike's mouth, passing it lightly over his lips. He could smell a faint trace of perfume. The odor of pussy was conspicuously absent. He knew that she was clean and had to fear of feasting on her cunt.
He took her in his arms again and pressed his cock into her firm belly. Michele swayed her hips to and fro slowly, rhythmically, and he could feel the come once again threatening to burst from his balls.
"Come on, baby, before it's too late," he laughed. "Let's fuck. You're driving me wild."
He lay down on the bed and Michele quickly undressed him. In no time at all he was as naked as the day he was born, his proud hard-on lying flat against his stomach, ending at a point a couple of inches above his navel.
Michele leaned over his tool and ran her tongue lightly over the underside of his cockhead. "Ohh, baby," Mike sighed. "You keep that up and I'm gonna come all over your face...."
"Is my big man so hot?" Michele asked sexily. "Then I'd better relieve some of the pleasure. When we get down to serious business, I don't want you to come for a long time. I like to fuck forever and ever."
She took his prick in her hand and raised it straight up. Then she closed her lips over the head and began to suck at it. Mike moaned softly. He could tell from the way her mouth was working that he was about to get one hell of a blow-job.
Michele began a series of movements that threatened to cause his balls to burst. She moved her tongue back and forth over his cockhead, at the same time sucking harder and harder at it and bobbing her head up and down.
Mike watched her fascinatedly. It was not often one could find a girl who enjoyed sucking cocks so much as Michele appeared to. She took a real pleasure in the task and the more she sucked the better she got.
The passion mounted so quickly and suddenly that Mike was scarcely able to keep his eyes focused on the girl's bobbing head. He wanted to just shut his eyes and revel in the delight he was feeling, but so fascinated was he by the blow-job he was receiving that he forced himself to struggle against his desires and watch.
Her cheeks moved in and out as she applied the powerful suction and then released it again and again. Her head moved up and down faster and faster. He could feel the pressure mounting in his balls; they were as a boiler about to explode and he readied himself for the impending eruption.
Michele cupped his big balls in her hand and massaged them lightly, trying to coax the come from them. She rolled them gently between her fingers and squeezed them again and again.
It was like no other blow-job Mike had ever received. He could feel the effects of the sucking throughout his whole body. Every time she applied that fantastic pressure he winced with delight.
"Ohhh, Michele ... Michele...." he cried out suddenly, shocked almost into insensibility by a sudden increase in the sucking pressure. "Ohhh, baby ... suck it, suck my cock. Ohhhh shit ... I'm coming I'm com ... Ahhhhhhhhh."
The sperm erupted from his balls with the force of lava from a mountain. It shot up the length of his cock with lightning speed and filled her mouth to overflowing in a split second. Some of the sticky load escaped from her pretty lips and ran down her chin, but she just kept on sucking and sucking.
Again and again he filled her mouth with his fiery load and she swallowed as fast as she could, downing gulp after gulp of the treat. She began to stroke her hand up and down his cockshaft, coaxing still more of the delightful snack from his prick.
Michele kept sucking until there was no more come to be had. When finally the flow diminished completely she took her mouth from his cockhead and lapped around the sides of his prick, gathering up the last few traces of his cream that had escaped her earlier.
Then she milked his prick again, drawing the remaining come up from the bottom. Whenever a droplet of the love-dew appeared at the opening she passed her tongue over it, scooping it up and drawing it into her mouth.
"Mmmm ... you taste good, Mike," she smiled after awhile, holding one final droplet of his come in her mouth.
Mike's balls were literally aching from the force of his orgasm. He had never come so well in his life. "Michele...." he whispered breathlessly. "It was fantastic ... it was so-o-o good...."
She lay down next to Mike and threw her arms around him. She was pleased that he had enjoyed the experience. She pressed her lovely lips to his and they kissed deeply. Her big tits flattened against his muscular chest and he could feel her hard nipples biting into his flesh.
When finally they broke the embrace, Michele hopped out of bed and went to get them both another drink. Mike watched the gentle swaying of her big, round ass as she walked out of the room, his cock once more getting stiff from the sight.
Michele had the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He had never been particularly an ass man before, preferring to concentrate on tits more than anything else, but there was something about Michele's behind that drove him wild. He found himself wanting to lap it like he wanted to lap her pussy.
The thought seemed strange to him. He had never even heard of anything like that being done before. Cuntlapping, yes ... but who had ever thought of lapping an ass? But it might be interesting to give it a try....
Michele returned with two glasses in her hands. Mike looked her over again, staring in disbelief at the huge mounds of her breasts seemingly suspended in mid-air, and at her perfect triangle of cunthair, pale and downy, at the junction of her thighs. He cock grew harder still.
Michele sat down next to him on the bed and handed him one of the glasses. Then she reached down and took his huge cock in her hand, caressing it lovingly. "I see you're almost ready to give it another try," she laughed.
"Mmmm," Mike agreed, "soon as I finish this drink."
He sat up and took a long swallow of the liquid, then leaned over and kissed Michele again.
He had been to many a prostitute but never had he liked one this much. He found himself hoping that his travels would once again bring him to this port.
He took another drink, then put his glass on a small table at the side of the bed. Then he took Michele into his arms and pulled her down. They lay side by side and Mike slipped one of his legs between her thighs and rubbed it up and down against her cunt.
He moved his hands up and down over the voluptuous curves of her body, over her huge tits, then down her side and back over the soft part of her back. He gently massaged the tender but firm cheeks of her ass. He stroked her buttocks lovingly, cupping them and sliding his fingers up and down at the opening of her crack.
Michele gyrated back and forth against him, rubbing his hard cock with her belly. Mike felt himself becoming aroused once again, and very quickly, for that matter. He gave her ass a squeeze and dug his fingers a little further into her crack.
He felt the warmth that lay within the crack of her ass and he was fascinated by it. He moved his fingertips up and down the length of the split and felt her tight little ass.
He pressed against the opening with the tip of one finger and felt it palpitate. He knew that Michele liked what he was doing and he kept it up. She pressed her sweet ass back against his hand, as though begging him to continue.
He pressed harder against the rubbery opening and the tip of his finger entered her ass. She let out a little sigh of delight as she felt the entrance.
"Ohhhh ... Mike...." she whispered into his ear. "Yes ... yes ... more, push your finger in more ... Please, Mike, more more...."
Pressing his finger further into her tight asshole, Mike wondered what she might be feeling. He had never thought of the anus as a particularly erotic area, though Michele certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Perhaps he had been missing out on something his whole life....
He felt Michele's ass muscles clenching again and again on his finger and he pressed onward, driving the digit still further into her. It was in to half its length now and still the girl showed no discomfort. He continued the onslaught and the further in he pushed his finger, the more she seemed to like it.
He moved his other hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy, feeling it becoming increasingly hotter and wetter the longer he kept it up. Her pussy was clenching like her ass, as though begging him to shove his cock into it.
He removed his leg from between her thighs and slipped his cock in its place. Michele momentarily parted her legs to accept the big organ, then quickly closed them again over it, holding it there while Mike rolled his hips back and forth, sliding his prick against her hot cunt.
"Fuck me, Mike ... Please fuck me...." she begged.
That was the best idea he had heard all day and he wasted no time in carrying it cut. Michele parted her thighs again and he took his cock in his hand and rubbed its head up and down through the lips of her cunt.
When he was certain that his tool was well lubricated, he pressed it against her vaginal opening and shoved forward. His cockhead slipped easily into her cunt and he began a slow humping motion, driving it in further and further.
He began to hump his finger in and out of her asshole at the same rhythm as he drove his prick into her pussy. Michele began sighing and pleading for more, for him to do it faster and faster.
He rolled over on top of the girl and began to fuck her in earnest. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy until it was buried to near its full length. It bottomed again and again against the inner reaches of her cunt, but she scarcely seemed to notice the pain of the onslaught.
All the while he kept forcing his finger in and out of her tight asshole at the same rhythm. He drove it in to its full length too, moving it around and around inside her.
She began to come. A powerful orgasm that wracked her whole body. She shuddered against him and cried out in passion. "Fuck me, Mike. Ohhhh, fuck me, my cunt, my ass. Fuck me, faster, faster, faster. Ahhhhhhh."
She gyrated homily beneath him for a long, long time. Mike was able to keep up the fucking with no fear of coming again. True, he had to exercise some restraint to hold back his second orgasm, but the pressure had been relieved from his yearning balls and he knew he could hold back his second orgasm for quite awhile yet.
Michele threw her curvy thighs around his hips, presenting him with a better target of both her ass and her cunt. She gripped him tightly with both her arms and her legs, begging him to continue.
He fucked her until she literally dropped from exhaustion. She fell back onto the bed, legs slipping from around his hips and splaying outward. He left his cock in her pussy for a long while afterward, enjoying immensely the feel of her cunt after the month of forced abstinence.
He leaned forward and kissed her and she once again wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him down tightly on top of her and forcing her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him as much in gratitu le as in passion.
After a while, Mike slid his hard cock from her hot, wet pussy and lay down beside her. He lay on his side and let his eyes roam all over her sexy figure, marveling again at how lucky he was to have found this perfect specimen of a woman among all the cheap hookers that had predominated the bar.
"Ohh, Mike...." Michele sighed. "It was so good ... you fuck so well, Mike...."
"With a woman like you, Baby," Mike said, "it's easy to fuck well. Damn, you really bring out the best in me."
"So I see," Michele said, grasping his nine-inch cock and stroking it gently. "The very best," she added.
"Haven't had enough?" Mike asked, judging from the urgent way she played with his prick that she might want more.
"How could I ever get enough of a cock like this?" Michele asked. "Would you like to do it again?"
"You bet your sweet ass I would," Mike said. "And I mean it. You really turn me on, baby."
Michele laughed. She gave his cock another squeeze, then released it. Mike moved his mouth down to her tits and began to suck them one at a time. He moved his mouth all over her enormous breasts, lapping hungrily at the creamy flesh, drawing her hard nipples into his mouth and giving them a good workout with his teeth and tongue.
She took his head in her hands and arched her back so that her tits pressed hard against his face. She was as hot now as she'd ever been. The way Mike was sucking her tits turned her on all over again. It was as though she hadn't yet come, so horny did she feel again.
Mike moved his mouth down over her hard, flat stomach and ran his tongue again and again into her pretty navel. Then he moved downward again, heading straight for her pussy, wanting more than anything to get a taste of her perfumed cunt. That was what he had wanted to do since the beginning. He was a cunt-lapper from way back.
He extended his tongue and ran it lightly through the downy forest of love hair that formed the junction of her creamy thighs. He kept going as she spread those round, curvy thighs and moved his tongue directly into her cuntlips, sucking up a big mouthful of her sweet cuntjuice, inhaling the delicate scent of the perfume which she had placed there.
He moved his mouth down through the valley of her cuntlips, gathering up one mouthful of cuntjuice after another and V swallowing greedily. He couldn't get enough of the sweet spiciness that he found there.
He lapped his tongue back and forth across her aroused clit, sucking it into his mouth as far as he could and nibbling gently at it with his teeth. Michele began to writhe passionately rubbing her pussy back and forth across his slurping mouth.
Mike moved his tongue down again until he found her hot vagina. He wasted no time in slipping his tongue into the tight opening and moving it around and around inside her. The more he lapped her, the more cuntjuice she produced and that was just what he wanted.
He climbed between her soft thighs and really set to work on her. He placed his hands under the soft cheeks of her ass and elevated her pussy a little so that he could get at it more easily. He lapped and slurped the moist opening for a long, long while.
Michele was sighing passionately as she felt his talented tongue slithering up and down in her vagina. Never before had she had her cunt lapped like this, never had she been so aroused by anyone's tongue.
"Suck me, Mike,...." she begged. "Suck my pussy ... Ohhhhh, faster, faster ... Ohhhh, yes, suck me ... suck me . ... "
Mike moved his tongue up and down through her cuntlips faster and faster, gathering up one mouthful of her spicy fluid after another, swallowing again and again. He couldn't get enough of the stuff.
Suddenly, Michele raised her thighs into the air, almost doubling her legs over her chest. Her cunt was raised way up and her pretty, pink asshole was now exposed from between the perfect, round cheeks of her ass.
Mike moved back a little and surveyed the situation. He was greatly turned on by the sight of her beautiful asshole and wanted to lap it too, but since he had never done anything like that before, he wasn't sure he should. He wondered what Michele would think if he did.
"Suck me, Mike ... Please, ohhh, Mike, yes lick ' my asshole the way you did my cunt. Please, Mike. I beg you, lick my ass. I want to feel your tongue there."
That was all that Mike needed. Michele was going to get what she wanted ... in spades. He moved his mouth back to her cunt and trailed it once more through the soft, most lips. Only this time he kept going, across the sensitive stretch of flesh that separated her cunt from her ass and then right on into her crack.
To his surprise he didn't find the taste of her ass to be offensive at all. In fact, quite the contrary was true. Her flesh in that part of her anatomy was sweet ... sweet and clean. Every bit as tasty as her pussy had been ... and if he was not mistaken, even more so.
He moved his tongue slowly up the length of the crack of her ass and then back down. He lapped her thoroughly, missing not one part of her ass. When he moved his tongue back over her tight, pink asshole, he felt the little opening flutter with delight.
He circled his tongue back and forth over the tiny bud of her shithole, feeling it palpitating with desire against his probing tongue. Wasting no further time, he pressed against it, trying to get his tongue inside. It seemed an impossible task at first, but he kept at it and soon he managed to work the very tip of his tongue into the rubbery opening.
"Ohhhhh, Mike ... Mike...." Michele sighed loudly as she felt the entrance of his tongue into her ass. "Ohhhh, yes ... yes, Mike like that ... just like that ... more, Mike more ... push your tongue in further ... Ohhhh, please ... please...."
Mike pressed harder against the pretty pink hole and more of his tongue disappeared into her tight ass. Michele began to move her ass around and around against his mouth, trying to force his tongue still further into the opening.
"More, Mike ... more...." she pleased. "Ohhhh, please, Mike, more ... stick your tongue further into me. Ohhhh, ohhhh, M-Mike, please...."
Mike pressed hard against her tight asshole, forcing his tongue as far as he could into her. He moved his tongue around and around inside her and felt her anal muscles contracting again and again.
Suddenly Michele changed positions. She wanted to try something new. She lowered her legs and turned over, placing a pillow under her hips and elevating her ass several inches off the bed. She found this position much more comfortable.
Mike, still kneeling between her lovely thighs, reached out and stroked his hands lovingly over the full, round cheeks of her perfect ass. Just touching it was enough to excite him ... even looking at it could turn him on, in fact. But it was his to do with as he pleased. He didn't have to stop at merely looking or touching.
He leaned over and pressed his lips tightly to her soft buttocks. He gave the asscheek a big smack, lapping at the smooth, creamy flesh with his tongue. He slid his tongue all over the exterior of her ass, lapping at her delicious flesh again and again. Never had he been so aroused by a woman's ass before. It was a heady feeling, comparable to the first time he had had sex. And this was, in fact, a first time for him. It was something new and altogether different.
Moving his face back several inches, he spread her soft asscheeks apart and gazed down at the brownish-pink strip of flesh that ran the length of her crack. It was a beautiful sight and turned him on even more.
Down near the base of the strip was the tiny pink pucker of Michele's shithole. Mike saw that it was moving in and out excitedly, as though begging to be fucked. He had the tremendous urge to stick his cock into it, but didn't want to because he was sure a prick the size of his would surely hurt Michele incredibly. There were times when he almost wished he had a more normal-sized cock. But then he wasn't sure either that Michele would be able to stand the onslaught of even a cock of normal proportions.
He leaned over her ass again and, still holding her asscheeks far apart, lapped hungrily up and down the length of her crack. He tasted the delicious flavor of her ass, the sweetness of her forbidden flesh.
He lapped lightly at her asshole, then harder, again forcing his tongue inside the tight opening. Michele began to hump her soft ass back against his face. He released her creamy buttocks, allowing them to close over his mouth. He was now entrapped in a most lovely prison.
"Mike ... Mike...." Michele cried urgently. "Fuck me, Mike ... please fuck me ... I want you, Mike....I want you to fuck me in the ass. Ohhh, please do it now ... please...."
Mike couldn't believe his ears. Knowing the size of his cock, how could she possibly expect to take it into her asshole? But he wanted to do it anyway and who was he to argue with her wishes?
He lay on top of her, feeling the soft flesh of her asscheeks flatten under his hips. It was like lying on the world's most perfect mattress. He inserted his cock between the cheeks of her ass and slowly humped up and down, enjoying the gripping sensation of her strong buttocks on the sides of his cock. Then he drew back and aimed the head of his prick directly at the tiny pink opeing of her asshole. He pressed against it, lowering himself, trying to force entry.
But as he had expected, Michele's ass was too small a fit for his powerful organ. "Ohhhh, shit...." she moaned. "I don't have any lubricant.' You'll have to use my cuntjuice, Mike, use by cuntjuice, Mike ... that should work. I can usually take any man in there ... but you're soooo big ... ohh, hurry Mike....I can't wait to feel your big cock in my ass ... hurry...."
Mike slipped his cock back into her spread pussy. Michele let out a sigh of contentment as she felt him enter her. He filled her completely, more so than any man had ever done. Mike moved his cock up and down in her box a few times, covering it with her slick cuntjuice, then withdrew it and replaced its head at her asshole.
It felt so good.
Once again he pressed at the opening and this time he managed to force his way into her. Michele sighed loudly and for a minute he was afraid that he was hurting her. But she assured him that he wasn't, that she felt nothing but delight, and he pressed onward.
He slipped more and more of his cock into her tight asshole, finding to his surprise that it wasn't so difficult a task as he imagined it would be. The more of his cock he got into her, the easier it became to slip still more inside.
He got fully half the length of his prick into her tight asshole before he stopped. He could have gone on if he so desired, but he was saving the best for later. He wanted to build up to the full thrust of his cock slowly, and then all of a sudden surprise her with one big push. He eased some of his prick back out, leaving now only his cock head inside her. Then slowly he pushed his rod back in until it was once again buried to half its length. He moved his hips around and around in a slow circular motion, feeling the tight inner walls of her asshole pressing against it from all sides. Never had his cock nestled in so delightful a hole, never had it felt such pleasure and satisfaction. He knew that he was now an assman, that he would fuck a woman's asshole every chance he got.
He pushed his cock a little further into her, feeling the tight rim of her anus gripping his prick like the thumb and forefinger of a hand, squeezing and caressing his meat, massaging it lovingly.
He drew back again, then once more pressed down and in, this time adding another inch or so to the length of his thrust. Michele sighed with delight. "Ohhhh, Mike ... Mike ... it feels so good, so-o-o good, Ahhh, yes, fuck me, Mike, fuck my ass, Ohhhh, fuck me...."
Mike began to increase the tempo of his fucking. He began to slam his cock in and out of her tight shithole as he had done with her cunt only a little while earlier. He felt a great sense of urgency, knew that the way her asshole was making him feel that he was going to come soon and that he had to make her do the same. He wanted them to both come at the same time now, wanted to feel her tight asshole drawing the come from his cock as they merged into blissful oblivion as one.
He slipped one of his hands under her hips, playing with her pussy from the front, taking her hard clit between his fingers and rolling it back and forth. Michele sighed again, more loudly than before. He placed his other hand under her at a higher level, cupping one of her huge breasts and squeezing her hard nipple.
His thrusts became faster and faster. Michele now too began to thrust, humping her beautiful ass back against the forward lunges of his cock. More and more of his prick slid into her ass, and now it was slipping in to almost its full length.
Faster and faster they went, losing all sense of where they were. All that remained to them was what they were doing and the sublime bliss it was bringing them. Michele gave one mighty rearward lunge with her ass and Mike's cock was buried to the hilt in her ass. He leaned into her, keeping it there, feeling his balls exploding for the second time that day and sending a vast rush of cream up his nine inches of rock-like prick and into her sweet asshole.
He rode her like a stallion rides a mare, gripping her tightly and slamming his prick in and out of her in a maddened frenzy. He came and came, filling her tight ass to overflowing, his come dripping back out of the opening almost as fast as it went in.
They fucked for what seemed an eternity. Their passion continued to mount until it was almost unbearable and by this time Mike's body was reacting without his being aware anymore of what it was doing. His hips thrust again and again, plunging his cock in and out of Michele's ass. He was sure now that it had lost much of its tightness, so easy had it become to slam in and out.
But finally the pair slumped in exhaustion. Neither of them could move. They were covered with perspiration and Mike could not even bring himself to roll off Michele to allow her to breathe more easily.
"Ohhhh, Mike ... Mike...." Michele whispered between gasping breaths. "It was so, good, so wonderful."
"Michele...." Mike sighed. "Michele...."
Waiting until the beating of his heart subsided to a safe level, Mike finally brought himself to climb wearily off the girl. He eased his cock slowly from her ass, looking down and noting the rearward progress of his softening dong. He was so amused by the sight of his cock slipping from Michele's tight asshole that he began to laugh. He laughed with joy, with exultation at discovering this great new form of sex. He was thoroughly happy and pleased with himself and the world.
The head of his prick finally emerged from Michele's asshole and he lay down next to her. She turned to face him and gave him a big kiss. "Mike...." she whispered joyfully. "I've never been fucked like that before. Promise me you'll do it again before you leave. I don't even want you to pay me ... just promise that you'll fuck me again."
"You can count on it, baby," Mike laughed.
"I wouldn't leave here without fucking you at least one more time. In fact," he added, "I plan to stay the night. Let's see how many times we can do it through the night. Bet I can outlast you."
Michele hugged him with glee. She was overjoyed at the prospect of having Mike's big cock up her ass for the rest of the night. And that was just what she got. Mike fucked her five more times that night, each one up her pretty ass. Neither of them could have been happier.
They did it standing up, lying down, once in the bathtub, with Michele on her hands and knees and Mike kneeling behind her, and one particularly memorable time in front of the fireplace. The roaring blaze cast flashing light over their bodies in the otherwise darkened room.
In the morning Mike insisted on paying Michele. She tried again and again to refuse the money but Mike knew she needed the cash far more than he did. After all, he had that nice, fat bonus to look forward to.
After awhile Michele gave in and took the money on the condition that Mike come back to see her as soon as possible. Mike gladly agreed to the conditions, since he had the same plan on his mind all along.
She walked all the way back to the ship with him and they received the envious stares and catcalls of every man on board. He gave her a final good-bye kiss and then boarded the ship. Fifteen minutes later they were underway. Michele waved and waved as the ship pulled out of the dock, tears of joy streaming down her lovely cheeks.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Mike?" Tony asked, interrupting his friend's reveries.
"Oh, just how good it's gonna feel to get me a piece of ass again," Mike replied.
CHAPTER TWO
After picking up their pay checks and bonuses, Mike and Tony headed uptown and took a double room at a clean but inexpensive hotel. After several years sailing the high seas and sleeping in crews' quarters, neither man felt the necessity of booking a suite at the Plaza and they were perfectly content with their accommodations.
They quickly bathed and shaved and, according to plan, went out on the town immediately afterward to find themselves a couple of women. They had a minor debate as to whether they should walk along Broadway and pick up the first pair of whores they came across or to take their chances and try to find something better. They decided on the latter choice, neither of them anxious to catch the clap or possibly worse.
They put on their best clothes and went to one of the swingers' bars on the Upper East Side. They had never been to one of these places, but had heard that that was the best place to pick up a girl. They entered the first bar they came to and found it to be filled with young men and women, most of whom were modishly dressed. They were a little put off by the long-collared, flowery shirts worn by most of the men, but since the girls all looked so good, they decided to stick around.
They went up to the bar and ordered a couple of whiskeys. Then they turned around and surveyed the place, picking out mentally which of the women they'd like to bed down. It was hard making a choice with all that talent around, but in a matter of minutes, each man had a specific target in mind and went off in hot pursuit.
Mike walked up to the other end of the bar where a young woman was sitting all by herself. She was tapping her fingers on the bar in time to the record on the jukebox. She was a lovely specimen of womanhood, nicely built and with long black hair.
She was smiling to herself as though she was just remembering an old joke or a funny incident. Mike asked if he could buy her a drink. She took a second to examine him and apparently liked what she saw. She accepted the offer.
Mike sat down on the stool next to hers and called the bartender over. The girl, Betty, as she introduced herself, ordered a Scotch on the rocks. The bartender brought the drink and Mike paid for it.
"I've never seen you in here before," Betty said. "Is this your first time?"
"Yes, it is," Mike said. "Just got into port today."
"Just got into port?" Betty repeated. "Then you're a sailor. Are you in the Navy?"
"Merchant seaman," Mike told her.
"That's very interesting," Betty smiled. "I've never met a merchant seaman before. It must be nice riding around on a boat all the time."
"A ship," Mike corrected her with a smile. Then he added, "Yes, it's a great life. I wouldn't trade it for any other."
"Don't you ever get lonely out there?" Betty asked. "I mean with nothing but men around, or are those rumors that I hear true?"
"Rumors?" Mike asked.
"Well, I've heard that, you know, when the men get horny-"
"They turn to each other for comfort?" Mike asked. "Well, that's true in some cases, but it doesn't happen very often. Usually we pull into port fairly often and the men are able to take care of their needs."
"How long have you been at sea this time?" Betty asked.
"This was one hell of a trip," Mike said. "Two months and we were ashore only a day. That was a month ago."
"Then you must be terribly horny," Betty laughed. It was a very friendly laugh, not a sarcastic one. Mike knew that he had scored.
"As a matter-of-fact-" Mike said.
They talked for a while longer, mostly getting to know one another. The more they talked, the more they grew to like each other.
Then Betty asked, "Didn't you come in with a friend?"
"Yeah. There he is," Mike said, pointing to Tony, who was busily trying to put the make on a girl at a table in the far corner.
"He's very good-looking," Betty smiled. "Is he nice?"
"Nicest guy in the world," Mike said. "Next to me, of course."
"Excuse me, Mike," Betty said suddenly. "I've got to make a phone call. I'll be right back."
Betty walked to the phone booth and dialed a number. She was on the phone only a minute and then immediately returned to the bar.
"I just called my roommate," she announced. "Would you and your friend like to come over?"
"Sure would," Mike smiled. This was easier than he had hoped for. He walked over to Tony, whispered something in his friend's ear, and the two men walked back to where Betty was sitting.
"Man, I'm glad you came through," Tony said. "I bought that broad three drinks and I wasn't getting anywhere."
"You find that type," Mike laughed.
They reached Betty and Mike introduced his friend. A minute later, after downing the last of their drinks, they were on their way out of the bar.
Mike hailed a taxi and when the three of them were inside, Betty gave the driver the address. They arrived at her building, a renovated brownstone on East Ninetieth Street, ten minutes later. Mike footed the fare.
They went upstairs to Betty's apartment. It was a beautiful place, comfortable and airy and furnished with what appeared to be rather expensive modern furniture. Betty asked the men to sit down and then offered them a drink, which they gratefully accepted.
After making the drinks, Betty looked around the apartment trying to find her roommate.
"Ellen-" she called.
"In the bathroom," Ellen replied. "Be out in a minute. I'm taking a bath."
"No rush," Betty said. She sat down in the living room with the two men.
T think you'll like Ellen," Betty told them.
"She's very nice, and pretty."
"I'm sure we will," Mike laughed. He would have liked just about anyone at that point, so horny was he.
A minute later the bathroom door opened and Ellen emerged. She was dressed in a large towel which she had wrapped around herself. It wasn't revealing, but it was certainly suggestive. Both men felt their cocks stir.
Her long pale brown hair was draped over the towel. It fell in soft waves almost to her waist. She was more than Betty had promised. Pretty wasn't an adequate adjective for her looks. Beautiful would have been more appropriate.
Her large, round breasts pressed against the top half of the towel, threatening to tear it open. They formed soft, creamy curves where they bulged out over the top. Her hips and ass balanced the other end of the makeshift garment, filling it nicely. The towel came to an abrupt end near the top of her long, curvy thighs. Mike ran his tongue unconsciously back and forth across his lips.
He found himself envying his friend, Tony. And he wondered if Tony felt the same way. Mike liked his girls buxom and knew that Tony preferred the tall, slender, model type, which Betty was. It was kind of funny to think about it. He hoped they could make a deal to switch off after a while.
"Hi," Mike said to Ellen, introducing himself.
Tony did the same. Ellen appeared delighted with the haul her roommate had made. She wore a big smile that seemed to be genuine.
"Mike and Tony are sailors," Betty told her roommate. "Merchant seamen."
"Really!" Ellen exclaimed. "That sounds so romantic."
Mike laughed, thinking how unromantic their last voyage had been.
"Sometimes it is," he conceded, "but mostly it's just a job."
"I was just reading the other day in a magazine about merchant seamen," Ellen told the men. "It looks like a great life. If women could go into it, I sure would. I just love sailing."
"Yeah, it's too bad women can't become sailors," Tony joked. "We could sure use a few on board our ship."
The girls laughed. "Is it really so bad?" Ellen asked.
Mike related the story of their last journey to her. She took on a sympathetic, almost pitying look. Then she unconsciously crossed her lovely legs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks without realizing it. Either that or she was putting on a good act.
Mike tried not to stare but the temptation to take a series of quick peeks was too much to resist. He kept glancing at her crotch, delighting in the view. His mouth was beginning to water. He wanted more than anything in the world to bury his face in her cunt and ass, to lap her until she was sore.
He glanced at Tony and saw that his friend had the same idea. He smiled to himself, hoping that he didn't look as hungry as Tony did. Then he looked back at Ellen just in time to catch her recrossing her legs. During the rearrangement, he caught a glimpse of her dark cunt hair. His cock literally throbbed with desire.
Betty got up and put a record on the stereo. Soft music emerged from the machine and filled the room. She seemed to be setting the stage for an orgy, which was just what both men wanted.
When she sat back down she said, "Since both you men have been without women so long, I imagine you're terribly horny."
"You can say that again," Mike laughed.
She got up and sat down next to him. "Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that you haven't lost your taste for women in all that time." She leaned over and kissed him.
Mike took his cue and put his arm around the girl. He returned the kiss, his head reeling with desire. Betty pressed her tongue into his mouth and he into hers. Before he knew what was happening, he was undressing her.
He had the zipper of her dress open and eased the garment forward over her arms. It fell to her waist and he gazed longingly at her lovely compact tits with their bright pink nipples protruding forward.
He leaned over and sucked one of the lovely buds into his mouth. Betty leaned back against the couch and caressed his handsome face with her hands, sliding her fingers over his cheeks while he lapped her tits.
While he was busying himself with her boobs, his hand moved up along her thigh and under the bottom of her short dress. He felt the delightfully warm flesh above her stocking, touched it lightly for several seconds, reveling in the sensation of female flesh after the forced abstinence, and then continued onward and upward.
His fingers came into contact with her panties, the nylon fabric cool and delicious to the touch. He worked his hand between her thighs and she parted her legs to allow him to explore her further.
He found that not all of her panties were so cool. There was one very warm spot right over her cunt. A damp circle was forming there. Unable to wait any longer, he released her and slid her dress down over her hips. She raised her ass up off the seat to allow him to slide it off her.
Then he began kissing her again, once more placing his mouth on her nipples and sucking them profusely. After several seconds of this, he moved lower, kissing his way down over her hard, flat stomach. He paused at her navel, sliding the tip of his tongue into the indentation and moving it around and around in a slow circle.
All the while he was massaging her inner thighs with his fingers, kneading the creamy flesh over and over. He could tell that Betty was getting hot. She was sighing and moaning, her throat purring happily, like a kitten's.
He slipped down to his knees in front of her. Then he placed his arms under her thighs and raised her legs over his shoulders. He planted a kiss directly on the crotch of her panties, inhaling the delicate perfume of her pussy and feeling the damp circle of desire against his lips.
He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and eased them slowly downward, watching as more and more of her creamy flesh came into view. He saw the top of her triangle of jet black cunt hair emerge and more and more of it follow.
When he had her whole cunt exposed, he slid out from under her legs and slipped her panties all the way down their length. Then he immediately moved back into the same position. He brought his face very close to her cunt and planted a loving kiss right on her cunt lips.
The soft, down-covered lips gave under the pressure of his own and parted slightly, giving him his first taste of her delicious pussy. He extended his tongue slightly and moved it up and down between the lips of her cunt, lapping up a small amount of her spicy fluid.
Betty sighed as she felt him go about the task. She tightened her thigh-hold on his face and begged him to continue.
"Mike, Mike," she whispered. "Oh, yes, suck me, Mike, suck my cunt!"
Mike didn't need the encouragement, but it was nice to hear. He took another long swipe at her pussy, filling his mouth with her tasty cunt juice, then settled down to some serious cunt-lapping.
He moved his tongue up to the top of her valley of love until he encountered her hard clit. He closed his lips over it and sucked it far into his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth over it and nibbling it gently with his teeth.
He slid his hands under the cheeks of her soft ass and squeezed the flesh as he continued to lap her clit. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter, and he knew that she must be as hot as he was himself.
He moved his tongue back down through her cunt lips to stimulate her vagina. He came to the opening and slipped his tongue as far as he could into it, moving it around and around inside her and drinking up her sweet, spicy cunt juice as fast as it was produced.
Betty was rubbing her cunt back and forth across his face, moving her hips in a slow, passionate circle, gyrating hornily. He knew that he could make her come very easily, but that was not his plan, not yet, at least.
He moved his mouth away from her cunt and slid his tongue lower, down over the sensitive strip of flesh that separated her cunt from her ass and then tight into her crack. He raised her ass up off the seat a bit so that he could more easily get his tongue into the crack of her ass.
Betty, seeing what he was about to do, angled her hips in such a way as to make it easy for him to lap her asshole. She slid lower on the seat, almost lying upon it now. Her ass was facing forward, right into Mike's face. It couldn't have been planned better.
He pressed his tongue into the tight valley of her ass cheeks and ran it up and down the length of the split, tasting the sweetness of her hidden flesh, gorging himself upon it. Betty gasped with delight. It was the first time any man had done this to her and she loved it.
Mike lapped her ass crack again and again, feeling the tight pucker of her asshole passing across his tongue. After a while he paused at the opening, sliding his tongue back and forth across the small area.
Betty was going wild. She was moaning and sighing over and over, telling him how good it felt, begging him to continue. Mike placed the tip of his tongue directly against the rubbery opening and pressed, trying to work it into her, but her shit hole was so tight that he found it all but impossible to do so.
That was when he realized that they would have to change position. He released her and stood up, stripping quickly out of his clothes, Betty watching him delightedly, feasting her horny eyes on his muscular body.
When he was naked, he lay down next to her, only facing in the opposite direction. His face was even with her pussy and she eagerly spread her thighs to allow him to get at it. At the same time she took hold of his huge cock and lapped at it with her tongue.
Mike felt her talented tongue lapping back and forth across his stiff cock head, like a child licking a lollipop. Then he felt her lips close over it and her tongue working on it from inside her mouth.
Her mouth felt hot and good against his horny prick. She was an expert cocksucker, of that there was no doubt. She knew just what to do to make him feel good. She drew more and more of his prick into her mouth until he felt his cock head tapping against the soft flesh of her throat.
He didn't want to concentrate merely on his own pleasure. There was cunt-lapping to be done; and more importantly, ass-lapping. These acts would bring him just as much pleasure as having his prick sucked.
He placed his face on one of Betty's thighs and she immediately closed the other leg over it, capturing him in the warm, delightful prison of her passion. He ran his tongue through her cunt lips a few times and then found that Betty wanted him to go back to lapping her ass.
He had intended to do so, to be sure, but he had not realized that she derived so much pleasure from the act. Betty was angling her hips so that his mouth couldn't help but come in contact with her crack. He extended his tongue and slipped it into the warm, soft cavern of her ass and began to lap her there again.
He took her ass cheeks in his hands and stroked and kneaded the tender flesh while he lapped his way up and down the valley formed by these same fleshy parts. He lapped from one end to the other, over and over, and again felt her asshole twitching against his experienced tongue.
He placed the tip of his tongue against the rubbery opening and tried once more to work it inside of her. It was easier this time, since she was more relaxed than before. He kept at it until he had the tip of his tongue inside the warm, tasty opening.
He pressed and pressed, sliding more and more of his tongue into her tight asshole, until he managed to work half the length of it into her. He moved it around inside her tight shit hole as best he could.
"Mike, oh, Mike," Betty sighed. "Yes, yes, ohh, that feels so good! Suck me, suck my asshole, suck!"
Mike knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back the flood of his own come for much longer. He hoped that he could bring Betty off at the same time as she sucked the cream from his balls. He lapped and lapped her asshole, faster and faster, feeling her press her soft ass cheeks against his face, feeling her gyrating her hips in a circle, begging him in this way to make her come.
He knew she was almost there when he felt her sucking even harder on his prick and playing with his balls. She took his large nuts in her hands and rolled them around and around in her fingers, caressing them, squeezing them, trying to coax the come from them.
Suddenly, she began to gyrate her ass against his face faster than ever. She pressed the soft cheeks down over his face and held them there, almost smothering him with her sex while she went through a fantastic series of sucking motions on his prick.
He felt the flood of cunt juice pour from her pussy, and knew that she was coming. At almost the same instant, he felt the dam burst in his balls and the sea of hot sperm shoot up the length of his prick and into her sucking mouth.
Almost without being aware of what he was doing, he jammed his tongue as far as he could into her asshole and moved his head from side to side between her creamy thighs, trying to bring her every bit of the pleasure she was bringing him.
He lapped her until he could do so no longer. He sucked her asshole like he had never sucked anything before, jamming his tongue in and out of her again and again, probing her anus thoroughly. And Betty was doing an equally great job on his spouting prick.
She swallowed his come as fast as it came out, sucking all the while to try and get more of the heady potion from his balls. Even when the flow stopped she continued to suck and milked his prick with her hand, wanting every last drop of his cream for herself.
Finally, the pair slumped into exhaustion. Although Mike would have liked to keep his face between the soft, warm cheeks of her ass forever, he had not the strength to do so. He rolled over onto his back in exhaustion, his prick sliding from Betty's tired mouth.
They lay still for a long while, trying to recover. They had drained every last ounce of strength from one another. Mike's heart was beating madly in his chest and he had all he could do to move his tongue over his lips to taste the remaining trace of Betty's ass. It was delicious. He vowed he would return for more of the treat as soon as he was able to move.
He turned his head to the side to see how his friend Tony was making out with Ellen. What he saw startled him. Ellen was kneeling on the floor on her hands and knees. Tony knelt behind her, his face buried between her full, round ass cheeks.
He was lapping the crack of her ass. Ellen was rotating her curvaceous behind around and around, stimulated almost to the point of orgasm by Tony's probing tongue. Mike had not known that Tony was also interested in assholes. He had always believed the man to be more conventional in his sexual preferences.
Tony's cock was rock-hard and bobbing up and down below his stomach as he lapped away at Ellen's big ass. He really seemed to be enjoying himself, as well as he should be. But all of a sudden he stopped. He was just too hot to put off his lustful desires a moment longer.
He moved his cock very close to Ellen's ass and for a minute Mike thought he was going to shove it right into the tight opening. But he had other plans. He took his cock shaft in his hand and lowered it so that the head of his prick moved up and down through Ellen's pussy.
He got his cock head good and wet and then pressed it against her cunt. It slipped easily inside and more and more of his shaft disappeared from view. Pretty soon the full length of his prick was buried in the taut, warm hole between Ellen's tender thighs.
He drew back and then rammed it home again. He repeated the maneuver over and over, jamming his big, hard cock again and again into Ellen's beautiful cunt.
Ellen began to sigh and moan loudly. Mike knew that she was near the point of coming and from the look on Tony's face, he was too. Tony leaned forward and forced Ellen to the floor, cupping her big tits in his hands and squeezing her nipples between his fingers.
His ass really began to move then, faster and faster, forcing his cock in and out of her cunt like there was no tomorrow.
"Ohh, Tony, fuck me, fuck me, baby," Ellen cried loudly.
"Hold on, baby, I'm going to come. Get ready. Ohh!"
Tony's hips flared into the air, driving his hard, spouting cock in and out of Ellen's hungry pussy. Then she too announced the advent of her orgasm and bucked her big, soft ass back and forth against his thrusting prick as fast and hard as she could.
The pair writhed around on the floor like snakes, fucking themselves into utter exhaustion. They came and came again.
Mike imagined the delight that Tony must be feeling, fucking a girl as well-endowed as Ellen. He wanted a piece of her for himself, but he planned to use a different aperture when he shot his load into her.
When the fucking couple exhausted themselves, Tony drew his hips back and eased his softening cock from Ellen's tight, wet pussy. He rolled off her and lay on his back next to her.
After a short time, Betty was beginning to get back a little of her lost energy. She got up and made them all a fresh round of drinks. She brought them back and passed them around to the others. Then she sat down next to Mike again, her naked body brushing against his.
Mike had his eye on her all the while she was moving about. She still had on her garter belt and stockings and it framed her tight ass beautifully. When she faced him, it did the same for her pretty cunt. He felt like fucking her again right away, knew he was capable of it, but decided to save his strength for Ellen.
Tony and Ellen picked themselves up off the floor. They sat down on the couch that faced the one Mike and Betty sat on. Tony's cock dangled between his legs, resting on the cushion, soft but still filled with enough blood to keep it long and thick.
Ellen sat with her thighs slightly spread. Her cunt was spread slightly open and Mike could look right up inside it and see the soft, wet pink interior. Had his friend not just pumped his big load of cream into that opening, Mike would have dove in on it and lapped it.
Mike could see that Tony was as interested in Betty as he himself was in Ellen. He knew that Tony would have no qualms about switching. In fact, he could see the almost imperceptible increase in size of Tony's prick as it began to shrug off its last ordeal and prepare itself for the next.
"Do you smoke grass?" Ellen asked Tony and Mike.
They replied that they sometimes did, when they could get it. She smiled and got up, walking to the opposite end of the room to a cabinet and bending down in front of it from the waist. She opened a drawer and removed a small wooden box.
Throughout her motions, Mike's cock steadily stiffened. The sight of her beautiful, round ass swaying with every step and then extended back toward him as she bent over was almost too much to resist. He had a hell of a time keeping himself in his seat.
Ellen returned with the ornate box and extracted from it a small home-rolled marijuana cigarette. She lit it and then handed it to Tony. Tony took a long drag from it and passed it to Mike and Betty.
The cigarette went around and around until it was completely smoked, at which time the four naked people were feeling very good indeed. Mike felt lightheaded and carefree, and he felt sensual. Most of all, he felt horny again.
The four decided that they would like to be closer to one another and they sat in a circle on the thick-piled rug. After a minute, Ellen looked down between Mike's legs and saw that his prick was getting hard.
"Mike," she remarked, "what a big cock you have. I've never seen one that big before."
"Thank you," Mike blushed. As usual he felt content and happy that his prick had received its customary compliment.
"I was watching you before and I saw that you know how to use it," Ellen added.
"Well, maybe the two of us could get together and give it a try," Mike suggested.
"I could think of nothing I'd like more," Ellen agreed. "But first I want to get more stoned."
She removed another joint from the small stash box and lit it, inhaled deeply and passed it on. Again, the joint went around and around until it was smoked to an ash. When the smoking was completed, Ellen moved very close to Mike and rested her head on his shoulder.
Mike stroked her huge tits, playing with her nipples for a long while. Then he slowly lowered his hand until it nestled comfortably between her thighs. The touch of her smooth, velvety skin was electric and turned him on tremendously.
He stroked his fingers through the downy hair of her pussy, letting one of his fingers slip between her cunt lips and getting it covered with her spicy juice. A sweet smile came over her face.
"Oh, no," she whispered suddenly.
"What is it?" Mike asked.
"I hate to say this, Mike, but I'm a little sore down there. What a terrible time for this to happen."
"Tony doesn't know his own strength," Mike smiled. "But maybe we can find some other way."
"That would be nice," Ellen sighed. "Do you have any ideas?"
"Well," Mike said, "I was watching you two before and I saw that you liked it when Tony lapped your ass. Did you enjoy it as much as you seemed to?"
"Ohh, yes," she answered. "I certainly did. That was the first time I've ever had that done to me. Do you like to do that too?"
"Sure do," Mike smiled. "And if you want, I'll show you something even better than just licking your pretty little asshole."
"Oh?" Ellen asked interestedly. "What's that?"
"I'd like to fuck you there," Mike told her. "Don't worry, a lot of women do it that way and it doesn't hurt as much as you'd think. You get used to it very quickly."
"Really?" Ellen asked. "Sounds interesting, very interesting, I'd say. All right, I'd like to try it that way, but promise that you won't hurt me."
"I promise to stop as soon as you say to," Mike declared. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was to hurt that beautiful ass of Ellen's.
"You know," Ellen said, "I've heard about anal intercourse, but I always thought that was a story someone made up. I never thought you could actually do it that way."
"Then you're in for a surprise," Mike smiled. "You'll love it, I guarantee it."
"Let's do it right now," Ellen smiled. "I can't wait to give it a try."
"We're going to need some vaseline," Mike said. "If this is your first time, you're going to need it."
"I'll go get it," Ellen said. She got up and went into the bathroom. Mike watched her disappear, keeping his eyes glued to the soft swaying of her curvy ass as she left the room.
She quickly returned with the jar of lubricant and handed it to Mike. Mike told her to lie down on the floor on her stomach, which she did. Then he knelt beside her and bent over her ass, giving it a big kiss. He had been wanting to do that since the first minute he had laid eyes on her.
He kissed her soft ass cheeks again and again, nibbling at the sensitive flesh and lapping all over it. Then he moved his mouth to the direct center of the target and licked his way into her sweet crack.
A delightful taste greeted his lips and he moved his tongue up and down the length of her ass crack, sucking up the sweet taste of her ass. Almost from the very first touch, Ellen moved her hips slowly under him, sliding her big, round ass back and forth across his mouth.
"Oh, Mike, Mike," she sighed. "That feels so nice. Mmm, I love it when you do that, Mike."
Mike kept lapping at her crack until his tongue met the soft pucker of her shit hole. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the tight orifice and pressed downward, trying to work it into her.
In a short while he had the tip of his tongue inside her asshole and tried to push it in still further. It was hard, but he managed the feat. He slipped his tongue in and out of her asshole again and again, lubricating the way with his own saliva.
The intensity of Ellen's writhing increased. Her ass moved up and down against his mouth, and she tried to help him in his probing. She wanted his tongue in her asshole as much as he wanted to put it there.
"Mike, ohh, Mike," she moaned again. "Suck me, suck my ass. Ohh, yes."
Mike raised his face and with his hands spread the big cheeks of her beautiful ass. He gazed lovingly down into the dark crack, at the tiny pink pucker, the target at which he had been aiming. It was a prettier sight than he had imagined.
Holding her ass cheeks apart, he once more applied his mouth to the area. He lapped up and down the length of her lovely crack again and again, sucking up the sweetness that lay waiting.
Then he once more moved the tip of his tongue directly to her tight shit hole and this time he could watch the progress of his tongue as it entered the opening. He was totally amused by the sight of his tongue disappearing into the tasty hole and tried to get even more of it inside her lush body. In fact, he would have climbed into her ass himself had he been able to do so.
But anxious as he was to fuck that same hole, he knew that he couldn't suck it all day. So he sat back up and unscrewed the top of the jar of lubricant. He took a dab of the stuff on the tip of his finger and pressed the greased digit against the soft, pink bud of her shit hole, holding her ass cheeks apart with his other hand.
Ellen felt his probing finger entering her tight asshole and let out a throaty moan, signifying that she loved the feeling.
"Mike," she said, "if your cock feels half that good, you can fuck me forever."
Mike laughed. "As horny as I am, baby, I may do just that," he said.
He pressed his strong finger further and further into her tight and pretty asshole, far further, in fact, than was necessary, just for the sheer pleasure of the act. He watched his finger disappear further and further into the opening, past the first joint, the second, until he had the whole thing inside her.
He began to move his finger around and around inside her asshole and her hips kept up the delightful rhythm, writhing back and forth from the excitement of his touch. Mike had become something of an expert in anal stimulation and it showed.
He eased his finger part way out of her asshole, then slipped it back in. He was horny as hell, but still the finger-fucking was so much fun that he hated to stop. He withdrew his finger again and again and every time it was almost out of her ass he quickly shoved it back in. By the time he had his fill of this pleasure, Ellen was very hot indeed.
Mike finally took his finger out of her asshole and asked her to rise into a kneeling position. She did as he requested and rose to her hands and knees. Mike knelt behind her and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down through the sweet crack of her ass after giving her ass one final kiss.
He placed his cock head directly against her asshole and began to press against the rubbery opening, feeling it giving under the pressure but not enough to allow him to get his cock all the way into her.
Making sure that his prick was firmly in place, he took hold of her hips with his hands and pulled her back gently against his rock-like prick. Ellen got the message and pressed her own ass backward.
Mike held onto his prick with one hand, steadying it so that it would not move out of line. The more Ellen pressed backward, the more her asshole gave, but it was still not enough. Her asshole was still virgin and the sheer size of Mike's prick was making the act more difficult than it would normally have been.
He pressed forward while she continued to push her ass back against him and finally the entrance was made. His cock head slipped into her asshole and she let out a sudden gasp, a sound of combined pleasure and pain.
"Ohh," Ellen cried sharply. "Mike, ohh, Mike!"
"Does it hurt too much, Ellen?" Mike asked. "Should I stop?"
"No, no Mike, don't stop," gasped Ellen. "It feels so good, don't stop!"
Mike smiled to himself and waited until Ellen was ready to continue. Presently she announced that she would like to go on and Mike suggested that she do the fucking for a while, that she impale herself on his prick so that she could take things at her own rate.
She liked the idea and began to push back against him with her ass. She slid more and more of her extremely tight shit hole down over his prick until fully half the length of his meat was hidden from view.
Then she stopped for a breather. "How does it feel?" Mike asked her.
"Every time I move it feels better," she sighed. "Ohh, Mike, it's so good, so unbelievably good. I never knew anything could feel this good."
"Glad you like it," Mike laughed. "It feels pretty good to me, too. Your asshole is beautiful, baby. The nicest one I've ever had the pleasure of fucking."
Ellen began to press her tight ass down on his cock again. She just couldn't get enough of the fantastic feeling his tool was giving her virgin ass. It was driving her wild with desire. The more she took in, the more she wanted.
Seeing that it was all right to do so, Mike humped a little bit more of his tool into her ass. He was able to take over most of the responsibility now that Ellen's sweet ass had become used to having his ramrod up inside it.
He slowly moved his hips back and forth, driving his cock gently in and out of her asshole. The tight sphincter was gripping the base of his cock like a hand, drawing the come up from his balls. He didn't know how long he would be able to hold out without filling her sweet ass with his hot come, but he was determined to make it as long as possible.
He was forced to slow down a bit so that that raging furnace of his balls would be able to cool a bit.
"Mike, is something wrong?" Ellen asked when she felt the slowing of his thrusts.
"Uh-uh, baby, everything's fine," he laughed. "Too fine. That's the problem. Your ass just feels a bit too tempting, that's all."
Ellen settled back down and enjoyed the slower pace of Mike's humping. The sensitivity of her asshole seemed to increase with every lunge of Mike's mighty cock and it was as good as before.
Mike rotated his hips around slowly, allowing his prick to move from side to side in Ellen's tight ass as it slid in and out repeatedly. She began to sigh softly, unable to stifle the sounds of passion that escaped her throat.
Mike felt as though his balls were about to break. "Ellen," he asked, "when can you come? I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back."
"Fuck me, Mike," she answered. "I can come any time. Fuck me, fuck my asshole with all you've got. I want to feel the whole length of your prick inside me."
With each word, Ellen seemed to grow hotter and hornier. With her last word, she seemed to be begging Mike to shoot his hot load into her. She had become almost addicted to the immense size of his cock and wanted the whole thing for herself.
"That's all I wanted to hear, baby," Mike said. "Here it goes."
He humped more and more of his giant prick into her tight behind, the lubricant being the only thing that saved Ellen's precious asshole from being ripped clean open. His cock slid further and further into her ass until it was buried nearly to the hilt.
Again and again he thrust, finally giving her the last mighty hump and sending his prick all the way into her sweet, soft ass.
"Ahh," Ellen cried out, feeling Mike's nine inches plumbing the depths of her anus. She was driven out of her mind with passion and humped herself on and off his cock again and again.
Mike drew back, gathered his strength, and once again slammed his giant tool all the way home. He fucked her mercilessly. He could hear nothing, see nothing, save for the cries of their own passion.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he yelled. "Take it, baby, take my cock in that tight ass of yours. I'm coming! Ohh!"
"Fuck me, Mike, fuck me with all you've got. Ahh!" Ellen screamed.
Again and again, Mike drove his cock into her tight ass, ramming her like a steam engine, the machine-like thrust of his hips coming of their own volition, uncontrolled passion their reason to continue.
Neither of them knew how long the fucking went on. When they came to, Mike was lying on top of Ellen, his cock still forced all the way up her ass. Both of them were still breathing heavily and Mike felt Ellen's heart beating wildly in her chest, as wildly as the beating of his own.
He didn't want to move a muscle. All he wanted to do was to lie there and bask in the afterglow of the fantastic orgasm. He felt Ellen's tight anus spasmodically squeezing his prick, forcing the last of the come from it. Every now and then he could feel another droplet of hot cream easing out of the opening of his prick and entering her asshole.
He rolled to the side, taking Ellen with him. He wrapped his strong arms around her and cupped her huge tits, playing with her nipples, rolling them through his fingers. He let one of his hands drift down to her pussy and slipped the fingers of that hand between her cunt lips. He felt the pool of cunt juice that had collected there and the hard clit that protruded past the lips.
"Ohh, Mike, that was wonderful," Ellen sighed. "It was so great, I can't tell you. It was so-o-o good!"
Mike looked to the side to see what Tony and Betty were doing. He was curious and felt like watching his friend have sex. Again, he was surprised by what he saw.
Tony had picked up the jar of vaseline and was applying a dab of the goo to Betty's asshole. Mike watched amusedly as his old friend was about to get his first taste of anal intercourse.
After greasing up Betty's pretty asshole, he lay on his back on the floor and Betty straddled his hips, her back to him, as though by a pre-arranged plan. She reached below herself and grasped his long, thick cock and held it straight up in the air. Then she moved her asshole into position. She placed the head of Tony's prick directly at the pink bud of her asshole and lowered herself onto it.
She pressed harder and harder onto the head of Tony's cock until she finally managed to get it inside. She let out a loud gasp, the kind Ellen had made, a gasp of pleasure and pain together, as she felt the length of his hard cock enter her.
"Ohh, Tony, Tony," she sighed. "It feels so good."
"More, baby, give me more of your ass," Tony smiled.
Betty pressed lower, sliding her tight anus over Tony's prick. Mike was fascinated by the sight of his friend's cock sliding effortlessly into Betty's virgin shit hole.
Betty kept moving down lower and lower, speeding up as she went along, becoming more used to Tony's cock by the second.
Tony suddenly cried out hotly, signaling that his orgasm had begun. A second later Betty joined him in his frenzied moaning. They humped against one another faster and faster. Their cries grew louder as their orgasms better and better.
Betty fell back on top of Tony, his cock buried in her tight asshole to the hilt. She continued her bucking motions, as did Tony, and Mike could imagine what his friend must be feeling as he poured his hot load of come in Betty's sweet ass.
It was quite a while before their movements stopped. They wore themselves into utter exhaustion. Finally, they lay panting tiredly, Betty still lying on top of Tony, Tony's cock still all the way up her ass.
He held her in his arms, playing with her tits. He rolled her nipples back and forth through his fingers playfully. Betty sighed her delight with the whole situation. Finally, they separated, Betty raising herself up and slipping her asshole from around Tony's still-hard cock. Tony's prick flopped against his muscular stomach, making a loud noise that caused everyone to laugh, even Tony.
Ellen lit another joint and passed it around. She wanted to have another round of sex as soon as possible and knew that the marijuana would stimulate everyone into wanting the same. The grass cigarette went around and around until it was smoked up and pretty soon the group was more stoned than ever.
"Shit, it was great," Ellen said. "Mike, I don't know where you learned that trick, but I want to thank you for teaching it to me."
"Where did you learn that?" Tony asked. "I never knew you to be so exotic in your desires."
"Remember the last stop in France?" Mike disked
"Uh-huh," Tony said.
"That's where I learned it."
"That bombshell you picked up in town and spent the night with?" Tony asked.
"That's right," Mike agreed. "She's the one that taught me that trick. I'll thank her to my dying day."
"Betty and I just did it that way," Tony said. "But I guess you saw us. Man, it was the best piece of ass, no pun intended, that I've ever had."
Betty agreed with the verdict. "You can say that again," she said. "The very best."
"You should try it with Mike," Ellen suggested to her roommate. "His cock is one hell of a thing to have up your ass. I don't know how I ever managed it."
"Maybe," Betty said. "But I had my hands full with Tony's prick, or should I say, I had my ass full." She grabbed his tool, giving it a loving squeeze. "Yep," she said, "this here thing is quite enough to satisfy me."
And Tony's prick was quite large, larger than average, though not nearly as big as Mike's immense prick. Mike's cock was freakishly large, and not everyone could be expected to be so well-endowed.
"Anybody want to go at it again?" Ellen asked gleefully, her asshole hankering for another cock to fill it.
"I'd like to give it a try with you," Tony said.
"Betty?" Mike said.
"Well, all right, but take it easy on me," Betty laughed. "It's the only ass I've got and I want to hang onto it for a while longer."
The group spent the rest of the day locked in anal combat, fucking one another up the ass again and again. When finally it was time for the men to leave, they were an exhausted pair. They kissed the girls goodbye and limped down the stairs. They took a cab back to their hotel, promising before they left to call the girls again before they set to sea.
When they reached the hotel, they fell right into bed and slept the sleep of the dead.
CHAPTER THREE
Both men awoke late the next morning and decided to spend the day just lounging around, maybe doing a little sightseeing after a while. Neither of them felt particularly horny after the workout they had gotten the day before.
Mike picked up a newspaper and began to thumb through it. Tony asked him where he had gotten it from and he said that he had found it in the room. He supposed that it was the policy of the hotel to supply newspapers to its customers.
While Tony was in the bathroom taking a shower, he passed the time browsing through the paper, looking to see what was new in the city. It had been months since he had been here last, and he was anxious to see the latest news. But nothing seemed of particular interest and he wound up looking at the want ads for amusement, wondering what kind of job he might pick had he not chosen to be a sailor.
He went down the list, looking over every ad in turn, deciding after a while that he had indeed chosen the best possible career. Could he have been a banker? Certainly not. Nor a sales clerk for that matter.
He was about to lay the paper aside when one of the ads caught his eye. The printing was larger than that of the rest of the ads. He picked the paper back up and looked at the ad, reading it carefully.
It said that someone was looking for an experienced seaman to sail on an around-the-world cruise on a private yacht. The man required must be young and handsome, the ad said, and of better than average physical endurance. So far so good, he smiled inwardly.
The ad went on to say that the man must be reliable, neat, and willing to take orders. Still, he met the qualifications. He didn't particularly like that last part, the part about taking orders, though he knew that such things were necessary aboard ship.
It also stated that the wages were excellent as were the accommodations. This last bit interested him. He had never been one for living high on the hog, but he might like to give it a try, just once. It might be nice to sail on board a private yacht.
He decided that he would give it some thought before making up his mind. He didn't want to make any rash decisions, and anyway, there were some more things to consider. Tony, for instance. He didn't want to run out on his old friend. They had been sailing together for a long time.
Tony came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his head and naked otherwise, and with a cigarette dangling from his lips, which were, as usual, affixed in a smile.
"What'cha doin', Mike?" he asked. "Still reading that newspaper?"
"Finished now," Mike said. "I was just looking over the want ads."
"That's a good one," Tony laughed. "What kind of job you lookin' for?"
"Believe it or not, there was something interesting in there," Mike said. He related the job offer to Tony.
"Sounds nice," Tony said. "You gonna answer it?"
"I don't think so," Mike said. "I thought I'd leave it for you. You need a break."
"Ha!" Tony said. "Not me. I got mixed up in a deal like that once. Never again."
"What happened?" Mike asked.
"Some rich old dame," Tony said. "I was pretty young then. Twenty-one, if I remember right. I looked at this ad in the paper. Woman wanted a chauffeur. I said what the hell. I went for the job and I got it.
"Fuckin' old bitch was a maniac," Tony continued, laughing. "So fuckin' horny she wore me out. Almost tore my cock right off. One day I just got enough of her and left her and the car in the middle of the expressway. Walked away just like that. You should have seen the look on her face."
"What caused you to leave her in the middle of that expressway?" Mike asked. "Surely she didn't-"
"Surely she didn't! Hell!" Tony said. "She sure did. She liked to ride up front next to me. Grab my cock and all. Well, this time she grabbed it at the wrong time. She nearly got us both killed. I was too young to die, I figured. So that's when I cut out."
"Yeah, but that can't happen all that often," Mike laughed.
"Don't count on it. That ad you read in the paper ... what if you run into the same bitch, or one just like her? What you gonna do? Leave her there in the middle of the ocean and swim back home?"
"You've got a point there," Mike said. "I'll have to think it over, I guess."
"Hey, what say we take a walk down to Times Square?" Tony suggested. "I haven't been there in a long time."
"Sounds good," Mike agreed. "Let's go."
Tony dressed and he and Mike left the hotel and headed south to the Times Square area.
They glanced at the almost solid line of prostitutes along the way, pitying the girls for having to earn their living in a manner that was intended for pleasure instead of money.
They reached Forty-second Street after a short while and turned west along the crowded boulevard. This street, too, was lined with hookers, white and black in equal proportions, some of the girls wearing Afro hair-dos and some of the black girls wearing blonde, straight-haired wigs. Forty-second Street is like that.
Neither man had sex on his mind, though a few of the play-for-pay girls were beginning to look good. Mike fingered the roll in his pocket, thought about bedding one of the broads, decided against it. A case of the syph he didn't need. And the other thing that bothered him was that he hated going to bed with a girl who was unable to respond. He didn't want to just hop on, hump, and hop off. That wasn't sex. That was masturbation. He had a clear distinction in his mind between the two.
The two men looked into the window of a large sporting goods store. They were the rugged, outdoor type and such things appealed to them. Then they went inside and Mike bought a new pair of deck shoes. His old ones were getting pretty ragged.
There were few women in the store, but those that were there seemed inordinately attractive, probably because they had become used to looking at all the tired hookers on the street.
Tony asked Mike if he'd like to try to pick up a couple of them and Mike said that he'd like to look around first and maybe give it a try later. Tony thought it to be a good idea. He knew he would never forgive himself if he set out to sea without having done his share of sightseeing.
They spent a short time in the store looking at all the sporting equipment, deciding that some day they would like to try their hand at skiing and maybe even golf. In fact, there wasn't some sport they wouldn't like to try.
When they were out on the street again, Mike said that he had decided to inquire about the job before it was taken by someone else. Tony smiled and wished him luck and said that he would meet him back at the hotel later in the day.
When he reached their room again, Mike picked out the ad in the paper and called the number that was given. A woman answered, a young woman if he was any judge of voice, and she sounded fairly attractive, too.
Mike told the woman that he was calling about the job, and after a few preliminary questions about his qualifications, she gave him an address and asked him to come by right away. He hung up and changed into fresh clothes. Then he went out to see about his job.
He gave the address to a taxi driver, then settled back in his seat and lit a cigarette. He wondered if it would turn out to be anything like the experience that Tony had had. He thought that the chance of two such occurrences like that in one lifetime were negligible, but still he was apprehensive.
The driver of the cab pulled up in front of a large private house on Park Avenue, and Mike gave him the fare. He walked right up to the front door and rang the bell. In a moment, a girl let him in. He recognized her voice as that of the girl on the phone. He had been right. She was both young and attractive.
"Come in," she said. "Have a seat. Someone will speak with you soon."
She directed Mike to a comfortable looking study. He took a seat in an overstuffed leather armchair, sinking into the soft cushions. He felt marvelously relaxed and the tension he had been feeling about the job suddenly left.
In a few minutes another woman came in to talk with him. He stood up to greet her and she introduced herself as Marge, the secretary to the owner of the house, Mrs. Williams.
Marge took a seat opposite Mike and crossed her lovely legs, revealing a somewhat more than discreet amount of thigh to his inspection. She seemed unconscious of the gesture, however, and paid his stare no heed.
She opened a stenographer's pad and placed it on her knee, took a pencil and poised it over the top page, and then began to question Mike. She asked him all sorts of things, about how much sailing he had done, with whom, how he liked his work, and she jotted down his answers in shorthand.
After about twenty minutes of questions she suddenly arose and said that she would be back shortly. She left the room and Mike sat back down, waiting for her return anxiously. He had gotten to like the girl. Though her manner was more business-like than casual, she had a certain friendliness about her, a magnetism that he found attractive.
Ten minutes elapsed and the door to the study opened once more. Mike rose to greet Marge and found her accompanied by a somewhat older woman, about forty years of age, according to his estimate, but nonetheless attractive because of her age.
"This is Mrs. Williams, Mike," she said in a simple introduction. Then she left the room as suddenly as she had before.
Mrs. Williams took the seat that Marge had occupied and crossed her legs in the same manner. Mike was just as interested in the view up her dress as she had been with that of the younger woman, but he tried not to show it, since he was applying for a job and not a quickie.
"I've looked over Marge's notes, Mike," Mrs. Williams began. "You seem eminently qualified for the job."
"Thank you, Mrs. Williams," Mike said.
"Call me Linda, please," she replied. "We needn't be so formal."
"All right ... Linda," Mike smiled. He had the idea he was going to like working for this woman, if indeed the job was to be his.
"There are a few more questions, though," Linda continued. "Questions of a personal nature. Would you mind answering them?" she asked.
"I'll answer anything," Mike said. "I have no secrets about myself."
"Very good," Linda smiled. "First, concerning your, ah, personal relations. Do you relate to men or women?"
"Uhh, women," Mike stammered. The question took him by surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so direct.
"Good," Linda said. "In what way? That is, do you have a sexual preference, as far as position goes?"
Mike was shaken again, even more than he had been by the first question.
"Please, relax," Linda smiled. "You don't have to answer if you don't want, but it would make things easier."
"I, uh, I suppose I like all forms of sex pretty equally," Mike said.
"You don't have any special position you favor more than the others?" Linda asked.
"Well, to be perfectly honest," he said, beginning to relax, "yes, I suppose I have. A short time ago I was introduced to the art of analism. I find that somewhat more rewarding than the other, ah, positions. Not that I don't like the rest. I like everything, as I've said."
"Mmm," Linda pondered, smiling. "Very good." She asked him a series of questions of much the same nature. Then she said she would consider his application for the job very carefully. And in the meantime would he care to look around the house. Marge would be glad to show him the museum and other things of interest.
"That sounds fine," Mike smiled.
Linda left the room and a minute later Marge rejoined Mike in the study.
"She likes you," Marge smiled.
"I like her, too," Mike said, "and you, too," he added after a short pause.
Marge blushed, smiled shyly. "Thank you," she whispered. The shy smile and rosy cheeks made her look even younger than she was. Mike really did like her, even more than before.
"Linda mentioned something about a museum," he said.
"Oh, yes," Marge answered. "If you care to see it, Linda's late husband put together a collection of memoribilia from some rather historical ships. There's all sorts of things in it."
"I'd love to see it," Mike said.
Marge led him out of the study and up a flight of thickly carpeted stairs to the second floor. They walked down a long hallway almost to the end. Marge stopped and opened a door to her right and went inside. Mike followed her into the large room.
And what he saw was a museum in the truest sense of the word. The walls were lined with glass cases containing many interesting objects. On the high walls were things that wouldn't have fit into the cases. Anchors, parts of sails, a mast head, and other such things.
Mike walked over to one of the showcases and looked at its contents. He was fascinated by the objects within. The case in front of which he stood contained the personal bible of John Paul Jones, a ship's log from Henry Hudson's Half Moon, and swords and pistols belonging to other famous captains of history.
We walked around and around the large room for what must have been the better part of an hour, totally absorbed in the artifacts. He wondered after a while what the collection was worth. Probably over a million dollars, he figured.
"I see you really like this sort of thing," Marge said "Oh yes, I certainly do," Mike answered her, remembering that he was not alone for the first time since entering the room. "It's absolutely fascinating."
"I think so, too," Marge said. "I just love things like this. I love sailing, too. I've been on a number of voyages with Linda."
"I guess you must have been working for her for quite some time," Mike said.
"Three years now," Marge said. "I came to work here shortly after her husband passed away. She was terribly lonely and she took a great liking to me."
"That's understandable," Mike said, flatteringly.
"Really," Marge blushed. "Umm, would you care to see the rest of the house?"
"Yes, I'd like that very much," Mike said.
"Then come, I'll show it to you," Marge said.
He followed her out of the room and they explored most of the rest of the building. She showed him, over the course of the next half hour, a number of other collections-coins, stamps, guns and the like.
"Mr. Williams must have been quite a collector," Mike smiled.
"Yes, he certainly was," Marge agreed. Then she added, "Say, you must be thirsty now. Would you like a drink?"
"A great idea," Mike smiled.
"Why don't we go to my room," Linda suggested. "It might be more comfortable and we can talk for a while. It looks as though you're going to be working here and I'd like to get to know you."
"Fine," Mike smiled. That was just what he was hoping to hear.
He followed Marge to the third floor and down the corridor to the last room on the left. She opened the door and he followed her inside. The room, he saw, was expensively furnished and very comfortable-looking indeed.
"Sit down," Marge suggested. "What would you like to drink?"
"Scotch," Mike smiled, "with a little soda."
"Coming right up," Linda said. A minute later she brought back two Scotch and sodas.
She sat down opposite Mike and placed the drinks on the small coffee table between them. Mike picked his up, took a sip.
"This is quite a room," he said, looking the place over, examining the art work on the walls, the expensive drapes and Oriental rug."
"Linda has good taste," Marge said. "The room was like this when I came to work here."
"Do you collect things, too?" Mike asked, trying to make conversation.
"Oh, just some seashells and things like that," Marge laughed. "One has to be a millionare to be a real collector."
"I know what you mean," Mike laughed.
"And you, what do you collect?" Marge asked him.
"Well, nothing tangible," Mike answered. It was the closest he wanted to come to telling her the truth. He didn't think it appropriate to reveal the fact that his prize collection was one of memories, memories of all the wonderful times he had had in bed with dozens of girls. Of the pussies he had lapped and fucked, of the tits he had squeezed and the blow-jobs he had received, and most lately of the assholes he had eaten and fucked. But later on he might tell her of these things.
"What do you mean nothing tangible?" Marge asked. "What else can you collect?"
"Well, once a month I collect my paycheck," Mike said, thoughtfully.
Marge laughed. "But surely that's tangible," she said. "You can touch money, you can feel it."
"Money goes through my hands so quickly, it may as well not be real at all," Mike smiled.
"I like you, Mike," Marge said, with a big smile.
"I like you, too," Mike said, rising from his seat and moving over to her. He knelt at her side and touched her lips with his own.
"Ohh," she sighed, "that's nice." She returned the kiss, touching his cheek with the tips of his fingers.
Mike stood up, extended his hands to her. She placed her own in them and stood up in front of him. He took her in his arms and kissed her again, but gently with a bit more energy than before.
Marge moved very close to him. Mike felt her large tits press into his own, more muscular chest. The softness of her bosom told him that she wore no bra, though from the firmness her knockers displayed, it would have been impossible to tell this without such an exhibition.
Mike let his hands slide down to her ass, which was a nice, firm piece of architecture, not too large, not too small, but just right. Marge moved closer still, pressing his hardening cock with her belly.
They kissed again and again, little kisses, drawing back after each kiss and looking into each other's eyes. Mike gently kneaded her buttocks while all the kissing was going on and Marge began a rhythmic movement in her hips, rubbing her cunt against his cock.
Mike moved his hands up to the front of her blouse and very slowly and carefully began to open her buttons. One by one they were unhooked and in a short time the blouse was completely parted.
Mike moved the halves of the garment aside with his fingers and gazed lovingly down at her beautiful tits. The globes were high and firm, the nipples a deep pink, their centers hard with excitement.
Mike stepped back and slipped the blouse down over her creamy shoulders, down the length of her arms and off her. She was naked from the waist up and made a beautiful sight. He tossed the blouse onto the chair and moved closer again, kissing her lips and then her throat.
His mouth moved down over her chest until he felt the firm softness of her breasts. He kissed all over the globes, nibbling and lapping at the smooth, velvety flesh, and finally set to work on her nipples.
He lapped across one of the excited pink buds with the flat part of his tongue, feeling it quiver with delight. Marge touched his cheeks with her fingers and urged him on. He lapped her nipple again and then drew it into his mouth.
Marge sighed delightedly as she felt his teeth and tongue working over her sensitive nipple.
She pressed her tit against his mouth, wanting him to draw more and more of the thing inside.
Mike sucked her tit for a long time, until the position began to grow uncomfortable. He stood up and led her to the bed, one arm around her waist. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed and he sat beside her.
He kissed her again as he did so they lay down upon the soft mattress. His hands began exploring her lush body, cupping her firm tits, playing with her hard nipples, moving lower and lower over her stomach and abdomen until finally they reached her skirt. He felt for the fastening and unhooked it, then pulled down the zipper.
The waist of the skirt slackened and he slipped his hand inside. He felt first her warm abdomen and let his fingers slide playfully back and forth across the creamy flesh. Then he encountered the waist of her panties and moved his fingers down over the exterior of the sheer garment until he came to her warm crotch.
She parted her thighs a bit and allowed him to finger her pussy through her tiny panties. He felt the warmth and the damp circle of excitement that was beginning to form.
Marge began to gyrate her hips a bit as she became more and more aroused from Mike's continued exploration of her private parts. Mike felt the hard ridge of her clit slipping out from her cunt lips and he took it in his fingers through her panties and stroked it gently.
"Mike, Mike," Marge sighed hotly. "Ohh, yes, yes, play with me."
Mike moved his hand down lower between her soft, hot thighs and felt the softer place where her vagina opened. He rubbed back and forth over the spot and she gyrated her hips a little faster and closed her thighs over his hand.
Mike couldn't wait any longer and he slipped off the bed and knelt in front of her. He tugged gently at her skirt until he had it off her and then he tossed it aside. Then he placed his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down over her hips. Marge raised her ass up a little to aid him.
He pulled the panties down over her legs and then discarded them as he had done her skirt. He stroked his hands up and down the length of her legs and then spread them slightly apart, looking directly at her cunt.
Her pussy was one of the prettiest he had ever seen and he had a great desire to lap it. But he decided to tease both himself and Marge a little and began to kiss her legs instead.
He began at her knees and very slowly kissed every inch of the velvety flesh. He was working slowly but steadily upward toward her cunt and she spread her legs more and more in anticipation as he neared his objective.
He began to lap and nibble at her legs, the creamy skin giving way beneath his probing teeth and tongue. Her legs were as smooth as silk, smoother even, without so much as a trace of hair. There was nothing but her wonderful flesh.
As he drew nearer to her cunt, now only an inch or two away from it, he could detect its delicate aroma. He became so excited that he completely forgot about the teasing game and skipped the last short distance.
He placed his lips right against her pussy and slipped his tongue in between her cunt lips. He lapped up a big mouthful of her delicious fluid and swallowed it greedily. He pressed his lips tighter against those of her pussy and lapped some more of the juice up.
Then he got between her thighs and kneaded them with his hands while he set about some serious cunt-lapping. He slipped his hands under her soft, firm buttocks and raised them up a bit so that he could more easily get at her cunt. Marge raised her thighs and rested them on his shoulders, letting their sensitive inner surfaces rub playfully against his cheeks.
Mike moved his tongue up and down through her cunt lips, lapping up more and more of her delicious juice. Marge began to writhe excitedly, rubbing her cunt back and forth against his sucking mouth.
"Mike, Mike," she moaned. "Suck me, suck my cunt. Ohh!"
Mike sucked her hard clit into his mouth and nibbled hungrily at it, drawing it in and out and moving his talented tongue back and forth over it repeatedly. The more he lapped, the faster became Marge's gyrations. Soon his whole face was covered with her slick fluid. He couldn't have been happier.
He moved his mouth down to her vagina and slipped his tongue into the opening. He lapped up another mouthful of her cunt juice and then went back for more. He reamed her vagina with his tongue, sucking and lapping faster and faster until he had the girl almost in a frenzy. She was moaning over and over, begging him to continue. He thought the time was right to try other tactics.
Raising her ass up a little more with his hands, he let his tongue slide down past her cunt, over the pink flesh that separated her pussy from her ass, and into the crack. Marge jumped a bit at the new sensations, then settled back down into the slow, rhythmic writhing of her hips.
Mike moved his tongue up and down through the crack of her sweet ass as far as he could, feeling the tiny bud of her shit hole against his tongue, flexing with desire. It seemed to be calling his tongue to enter.
Which was his next move. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her asshole and moved it in a slow circle around and around the opening. Marge drew her legs up higher, spreading her ass cheeks farther apart and exposing her hole to Mike's happy view.
Mike gazed down at the tiny pink opening. It was as beautiful as the rest of her, which was saying a lot. He lapped hungrily at it. Marge moaned again.
"Mike, ohh, Mike, stick your tongue in my ass."
Surprised that Marge was accustomed to this form of pleasure, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her tight shit hole again, and tried to force it into the small rubbery opening. Without having to try too hard, he managed to get his tongue part way into her. He pushed harder and more of his tongue slipped inside.
"Ohh, yes, yes. Suck me! Suck my asshole!"
Mike pushed his tongue as far into her asshole as he could until he had it all the way into her. Then he moved it around in a circular motion, causing Marge to writhe her hips in the same manner.
She pressed her sweet ass down against his face. Mike just kept right on lapping and sucking her shit hole, and the more he sucked, the hotter she became. Her cunt was dripping juice down into the crack of her ass and Mike was lapping it up as fast as it appeared.
Marge began flailing her ass around madly, pressing it hard against Mike's sucking mouth, begging him to lap her asshole as hard as he could. She came and came, her tight sphincter gripping his tongue like a vise, squeezing it as though it was its very own life force.
Mike kneaded the soft, creamy flesh of her ass cheeks as he reamed her shit hole with his tongue. He spread them and pressed them together again, over and over. The more he played with her ass, the stronger her orgasm became.
It could have gone on all night as far as Mike was concerned. He could think of nothing nicer than lapping Marge's sweet asshole. He sucked her until she settled down into an exhausted heap, her legs falling limply over his shoulders, the soft inner flesh resting against the sides of his face.
He slipped his tongue from her asshole and licked his way back up through her pussy and over her abdomen. He kissed his way all the way up along her body, lapping her tits again, sucking her still-hard nipples.
Then he kissed her lips and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down tight on top of her.
"Mike, it was wonderful," she gasped breathlessly. "Ohh, Mike, it was so good."
He kissed her again and then leaned up on his elbows. She began unbuttoning his shirt. In a moment he had it open. He sat up and slipped out of it. As he was taking his shirt off, Marge was already busy opening his pants. She had his zipper down and his thick cock in her hand before he knew what was happening.
His cock was still inside his pants and she didn't know yet how big it was. She could tell that it was very thick, but that was all. Mike wondered what she was going to think when she got her first look at it. He felt sure she would want to be fucked up the ass with it, and he hoped she wouldn't have any second thoughts about the idea. He wanted to fuck her asshole more than anything.
While Marge was busily playing with his cock, Mike slipped out of his pants by himself. Marge released his prick long enough to pull down his undershorts. When she got a look at his dong, she gasped with amazement.
"Mike, where did you get that thing?" she asked.
Mike laughed. "It just kind of grew there, doctor," he said. "I don't know what to do about it."
"Well, I know what to do about it," Marge said, taking his prick in her hand again. She held it straight out and slowly stroked it up and down. "There, does that feel better?" she asked.
"Mmm, it sure does," Mike sighed, "That's just what it needed."
"I'd better keep it up for a while," Marge laughed. "I wouldn't want to see it get worse."
She leaned over and gave his cock head a little kiss, almost as though she was afraid to be that close to his powerful tool.
"I can't believe the size of this thing," she said. "I've never seen a cock this big."
"Why don't we use it instead of just talking about it," Mike suggested.
"That's a great idea," Marge said. "But whatever you do, be very careful. You could hurt a girl with a cock like this."
"I'll be careful," Mike conceded.
Marge got on her back again and spread her legs far apart and held her arms up to him. Mike lay down on top of her and kissed her again. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she nibbled playfully at it.
Mike raised his hips up a bit and rubbed his cock head up and down through her cunt lips, getting it good and wet. When he thought it was sufficiently prepared, he inserted the head of his massive prick into her vagina, then pressed against it and slipped more of his tool inside.
"Ohh, Mike, that feels so good," Marge gasped. "You're so big. Fuck me with that big cock of yours."
"That's just what I intend to do, baby," Mike said.
He humped more of his prick into her hot pussy. He could feel himself stretching her cunt wider than it was accustomed to being stretched. The tight inner walls of her pussy rubbed hard against the sides of his prick, the friction thereby generated feeling wonderful.
He drew back a bit, sliding his cock part way from her tight cunt, then humped forward again, moving it back in. His forward stroke was faster than before and caused Marge to gasp again.
"Ohh yes, yes," she sighed. "Fuck me, honey. Give me your big cock. I just love it!"
Again Mike drew back and again he rammed home his tool. With each thrust of his mighty prick, Marge gasped delightedly as he humped and humped and finally felt his huge tool in her pussy.
He banged his prick against the rear of her cunt faster and faster. Lapping her asshole had made him very horny and ahead y his balls were half full of come and dying to be relieved of their burden.
But after all, it was her ass that he wanted to fuck. "Marge," he whispered, "you liked it when I licked your ass, didn't you? How would you like it if I stuck my cock in there?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said. "Sure, Mike, that's just what I want. But to tell you the truth, I'm a little frightened. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before?"
"A few," he said, "and nobody's ever complained about it. I don't think I'll hurt you too badly."
"Wonderful," she cooed. She raised her thighs up in the air and Mike backed his cock out of her cunt. It slipped down a little and the head came to rest in exactly the right spot, directly against the soft pucker of her shit hole.
"Ohhh, yes-that's it, Mike-that's the place-fuck me, Mike-fuck me right there-hurry-I want to feel your big cock up my ass-"
Mike reached between them and grasped his cock shaft. He held it in place while he pushed forward against her rubbery shit hole. He pushed hard and soon he managed to work his cock head into the small opening. He could tell from the ease of the entrance that Marge was quite accustomed to this form of sex. He was glad of that.
"Ohhh, yes-that's it, Mike-now fuck me-fuck me good-"
He pushed more of his cock into her tight asshole, several more inches of it. Then he drew back a little and pushed again. Another couple of inches of thick cock slid up into her hole. Marge gasped with pleasure. "Ohhh, Mike-It feels so good. Fuck me-"
Again and again he lunged, shoving his cock farther and farther into her ass. The more it went in the better she seemed to like it. He pushed and pushed and in no time at all he had his prick buried to the hilt in her sweet ass and his balls were lying flat against her cunt.
He placed his arms under Marge's knees and held her legs up in the air while he fucked her asshole. He drew back and then slipped his cock all the way back into her again and again. It felt wonderful to finally be able to insert his whole prick into a hole. It was something which he was far too seldom able to do before this. He was glad that he had had this chance to fuck Marge.
Her asshole felt tight and warm and quite fantastic against his horny prick. He slipped it all the way into her again and just left it there for a while, enjoying the delicious feeling. He could feel her shit hole tightening and loosening over and over around his cock, trying to milk the come from his balls.
'Ohhh, Mike-" Marge sighed. "I've never felt anything like this before. You're so big and hard-what a cock you have! It feels so good, Mike-so unbelievably good. I wish I could have it in my ass all the time."
"I'd like to leave it there," Mike smiled. "It feels just as good to me, you know."
He began moving again, as much as he enjoyed lying there motionless. His sense of urgency had become overwhelming and he just couldn't wait any longer to spill his hot load into her ass.
"Ohhh, baby-" He sighed. "I'm going to come in a minute-get ready-I'm going to fill you with my come-"
"Come, Mike-fill me up," Marge sighed passionately. "I'm going to come too. Ohh, fuck me, Mike-fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before-"
The idea sounded like a good one. His balls were aching and begged for relief. He drew back until his cock was almost all the way out of her ass and then suddenly rammed it all the way back home. He felt Marge's shit hole clamp down once and then again and this time stay like that. She began moaning loudly and he knew that her orgasm had begun. His own began a second later.
His come exploded from his balls and shot up the long length of his cock, finally pouring out into her wonderful asshole. He fucked her as she had asked-like he had never fucked anyone before.
He rammed his cock home mercilessly. He knew that Marge could withstand the onslaught. She was used to this sort of thing, he was sure. He lost all control of his movements after awhile and his body reacted by itself, pumping and pumping until it ran out of strength. He had no idea how long the two of them were at it, but it seemed like an eternity.
He collapsed on top of her and she held him loosely in her arms, kissing him over and over, his eyes, his lips, everywhere. He was still reacting by instinct as he returned the kisses.
Marge rolled him over and moved into a kneeling position over his hips, his long cock still firmly wedged up her tight asshole. She lowered herself onto it again and rested her ass on his thighs.
Smiling down at him, she asked him how he felt. "Ohhhh-" was the only answer he could give. He wondered where she got her strength. She looked like she had been through the mill, her breathing was fast and hard and her heart was visibly beating under her left breast, but still she was able to move, which was more than he could do at that point.
She sat on his cock for a while and the thing refused to soften. The feel of her wonderfully talented asshole refused to allow it to do so.
After awhile she raised herself up and his cock slipped from her shithole and plopped against his stomach. She stroked it with her hand a few times, then got off the bed and slipped into a robe.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said.
Mike was too tired to ask where she was going. He felt it sufficed when she kissed him gaily and turned and left the room. She was gone less than five minutes when finally she again emerged through the door.
"How do you feel?" she asked him.
"A little better now," he said. He was lying on the bed with his hands under his head, wearing a satisfied smile.
"Good," Marge smiled back. "I just saw Linda and she wants to talk to you. It looks good, Mike-I think you're going to get the job."
"Wonderful," he smiled. He picked himself up off the bed and quickly dressed.
"I'll see you later," Marge said as he was about to go back downstairs. She gave him a sly wink, as though she meant she would like more of the same. He intended to give her all she wanted, and then some.
He walked down the stairs and met Linda at the bottom. She gave him a big smile and asked him to go into the study with her. They took their old seats and again Linda crossed her legs again. Despite the fact that he had just emptied his balls, he was more than slightly interested in the generous portion of thigh she revealed.
"The job is yours," she said. "We sail on Wednesday."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ahhh, here he is," Mike heard Tony say as he walked in the door of their hotel room. "We've been waiting for you, Mike. How'd it go?"
Mike looked at Tony and the two girls who were there to greet him. He broke out in a large smile. Tony had come through. "Fine," he said. "I got the job."
"Well, I guess that means we won't be seeing much of each other from now on," Tony said.
"Maybe," Mike said, a little saddened at the thought. "But just for a while. It's nothing permanent. I don't think I could ever give up the good life."
"That's what I like to hear," Tony laughed. "Hey Mike, meet Julie and Sue. Girls, this is Mike."
The two girls smiled broadly. Tony ushered Mike to a seat and mixed him a drink. Mike could tell that Tony and the two girls had been hitting the booze while they had been waiting for him. All three of them seemed to be in a very good mood.
He took the drink and swallowed half of it in one gulp. He was anxious to get as loose as the rest of them. He was in a mood for celebrating and felt like tying on a good drink. He hadn't done so in quite a few months now and felt it would be good to get really shit-faced drunk after so long.
He finished the last of his drink as quickly as he had the first and poured himself another. He placed the bottle on the center of the table around which the group sat and settled back down in his seat.
"Well, ain't you gonna tell us what happened?" Tony asked.
"I guess so," Mike smiled. "It wasn't much, really-" he began.
"Every time you say that I know you got yourself laid," Tony said, laughing. Then to the girls he added, "Mike has a habit of understating everything." Turning back to Mike he said, "Come on, now, tell us what really happened."
"Well, you're right," Mike said, smiling. "I did get laid. And you were right about the job too. It's going to be something like the one you had. Only the woman isn't so old. She's about forty and pretty good-looking."
"Wonderful," Tony said. "And rich?"
"Filthy rich," Mike said.
"How much she gonna pay you?"
"I didn't ask," Mike said. "But I'm sure she's not the stingy type. It'll probably be pretty good."
"Who'd you screw? The old lady?" Tony asked.
"No," Mike said. "Her secretary."
"Good?" Tony asked.
"Great," Mike agreed. "Really great. You know, I think I'm gonna like working there."
"Sounds like it," Tony agreed. "Well, here's to you," he added, tilting his glass back and draining the last of the alcoholic fluid in it. He immediately poured himself another.
One of the girls, Julie, a very lovely girl, dark of complexion and hair, very well built, got up, walked over to Mike's chair and sat down on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a big, happy kiss.
"Tony tells me you've got the biggest cock in the world," she said. "Let me see it."
"Help yourself," Mike told her.
She did just that. She unzipped his pants and fished inside, grasping his huge prick and squeezing it playfully. "Wow," she exclaimed, "it is big."
She worked his cock out of his pants and, though it was still soft, again marveled at its size. She stroked it lovingly and tenderly and little by little it began to get hard. She was fascinated by the spectacle of watching his cock grow. The longer she held it, the bigger it got. Finally she was no longer able to close her hand around it.
"Mike-" she gasped. "How am I ever going to take that thing inside me?"
"You'll manage," Mike laughed. "I'm sure you'll find a way." He wasn't really in a mood for fucking yet, wanted rather to talk and drink for a while. But if Julie was going to keep playing with his cock like that, he might just change his mind.
"Mmmmm, I sure will," she said.
His cock was now at its full size and stood straight up in the air. Julie no longer tried to hold it in her hand, rather let it he against his stomach and stroked the underside with her fingers. Her touch tickled a little, just as she had wanted it to. Mike knew she was in the mood for playing also. That was all right with him.
"Hey, what's fair is fair," he said. "You saw my cock, now let me see your tits."
Smiling, Julie unbuttoned her blouse all the way and let it hang open. She proudly arched her back and let her large breasts hover in front of Mike's face. He leaned slightly forward and kissed them each individually.
Her nipples began to grow hard and soon projected forward a good half inch farther than the rest of her round, firm globes. "Wow," Mike said. "What a set of knockers!"
"Like them?" Julie asked.
"I sure do," Mike told her. "They're something else."
She turned toward him and brushed her nipples across his lips. "Want to suck them?" she asked.
Mike opened his mouth and accepted the offering. He playfully lapped at both her nipples, sliding his tongue back and forth across them. Julie sighed pleasurably.
"Ooh, that's nice," she cooed.
Mike kept it up for quite a while. He loved lapping her pretty pink nipples. The nearness of those huge tits was driving him wild. He pressed his face between them, feeling their softness against his cheeks. Julie wrapped her arms around him again and held him tightly.
Mike unbuttoned her skirt while she was hugging him and pulled down the zipper. Julie jumped off his lap and slipped out of the garment and then removed her blouse and panties, the only other things she wore. She was now as naked as the day she was born.
She pirouetted in front of him and he drank in the sight of her voluptuous body. Her figure was in perfect shape without a trace of sag. Her breasts seemed even more firm now than they had when he had been pressing his face in between them. They jutted away from her chest at a right angle and stood out proud and straight.
Her stomach was flat and hard, her abdomen likewise. She turned and faced the opposite way, and he saw that her ass was a piece of sculpture. Her cheeks projected straight back from the point where they met her thighs and formed two tantalizing globes of firm flesh.
He reached out and grabbed her ass, unable to resist the temptation. He pulled her back down to his lap and she turned her face up to his. They kissed deeply, she driving her tongue far into his mouth and he responding in the same manner.
There was the faint taste of liquor on her breath and he found it to his liking. It made her seem earthy and real, which was something he had always liked in his women. He held her tightly, glad that Tony had found her for him.
She began unbuttoning his shirt, had it open in a second. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and playfully pinched his nipples. He jumped. "What's fair is fair," she laughed. "You said so yourself."
He kissed her again, then stood up, taking her in his arms as he did so. He carried her over to the bed, his big cock sticking straight out in front of him, directly below her, pointing the way.
He dropped her onto the surface of the bed and laughed gleefully as she bounced up and down on the mattress. Then he quickly stripped out of his clothes and jumped on the bed with her.
He lay on top of her and she held him in her arms. He felt her hard nipples digging into his chest and she felt his cock against her abdomen. She wiggled back and forth sexily, arousing his prick as she did so, feeling it pulsating against her bare belly.
She squeezed her hand between them and grasped his cock shaft. She stroked her hand up and down along its length and Mike moaned with delight. He had been turned on sufficiently now to fuck. The temporary relief he had gotten from his sex bout with Marge being now replaced by his desire for more.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it," he said, spreading her thighs and climbing between them. He rubbed his cock head up and down through her hot cunt, wetting it and preparing it for entry.
Then he lined the end of his cock up with her vagina and pressed forward and down. He felt the lips of her cunt part and allow his prick to enter her soft, wet, warm interior.
"Ohhh, Mike-" she sighed as she felt the thick rod enter her tight cunt. "Ohhhh-yes, yes-fuck me, Mike-ohhh, you feel so good-".
Mike reached down and hooked his arms under her knees and raised her legs double over her lovely chest. Her knees were touching her big, firm tits and she made a pretty picture as she lay there beneath him.
He drew back a little and lunged again, his cock slipping deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. With each lunge she gasped delightedly in accompaniment. The deeper his cock went, the louder became her happy gasps.
He fucked her for a long while, then changed his mind about coming. He liked the girl so much that he wanted to make the sex act last as long as possible. He drew back all the way and pulled his cock clear out of her love hole.
Julie didn't seemed to mind. Instead she sat up and took hold of his prick with her hand, squeezing it tightly and making the head swell even more. She was amused by the sight and kept squeezing it until the head grew very large and red. Then she laughed and let it go.
Mike was in a kneeling position and Julie got on her knees also. She bent far over and moved her mouth close to his cock.
Holding his tool in one hand to steady it, she began kissing it all over, all up and down its length and over all the sides. Mike smiled as he watched her go about the task.
Then she extended her tongue and began to lick it like a lollipop. She moved her tongue all over his huge cock, lapping and sucking it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Under the circumstances, she probably found this to be the case.
Finally she moved her mouth back up to the head and closed her lips over the bulbous knob. Mike felt her mouth close over his horny cock head, felt the hot, wet interior of her mouth and her tongue sliding back and forth across the underside.
He found it impossible to stay stationary and began to pump his hips back and forth a little, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. It entered to a depth of several inches" and then he felt it hit the back of her throat. He slowly eased it back out and repeated the procedure.
Julie loved it. Mike hoped she was going to like getting fucked up the ass as much, because that was definitely what he had in mind. His first look at her sweet ass had convinced him that he wanted to do just that.
He held her face lightly in his hands while she continued to suck his cock. She had begun to apply a strong suction which he could feel all the way down to his balls. It was a delicious feeling, but too strong a one. It made him want to come and he had to fight to hold back that desire.
Finally it got to be too much for him and he had to pull his cock from Julie's sucking mouth. But she would have none of that. She wrapped her arms about his waist and pulled him down to the bed. He fell onto his back and she held onto him tightly, lapping at his horny cock again and again, her tongue travelling up and down its length.
He writhed about beneath her helplessly. He was far too aroused to be able to put up any resistance. The desire to come was overwhelming and he just couldn't help himself. Julie managed to get her mouth back on his cock head and that was that.
She sucked as hard as she could and his balls erupted with a fury. He didn't even have time to warn her of what was about to happen. Before the words left his throat, her mouth was filled with his hot cream.
She swallowed it all, drinking it up as fast as it came out and continually sucking, trying to get more and more of the stuff from his prick. She loved the taste of his come and wanted to gorge herself on it.
She slid her hand up and down along his cock shaft as she continued to suck strongly at his cock head. She drained him dry as he lay helplessly moaning and writhing beneath her. She cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly again and again, trying to coax the last few drops of come from them. She wanted it all!
"Ohhhh, baby-baby-" Mike moaned when it was all over. He hadn't had such a fantastic blow-job in a long, long time.
Julie laughed gaily, licking his come from her lips. "Like it?" she asked.
"Ahhhh, yes," Mike said. "I sure did."
"Good," she laughed again. "Then do the same for me."
Without further warning she climbed on top of him and straddled his face, pressing her cunt down hard against his mouth. That was one situation Mike didn't mind at all. He lapped at her cunt vigorously, tasting the sweet spiciness of her cunt juice, drinking up mouthful after mouthful of the tasty fluid.
"Mmmm, turn around," he said after awhile. "I can do it better the other way."
Julie obediently got up and faced the opposite way in the direction of his prick. She took the still hard tool in her hands and gently stroked it as Mike went back to lapping her cunt. He moved his tongue up and down through her cunt lips again, still sucking up a lot of her spicy cunt juice but also pausing to lap and nibble at her hard clit.
He stroked her buttocks and spread them slightly apart and gazed up into her lovely crack as he lapped her cunt. The sight of her pretty asshole, twitching sexily from her state of excitement, made him want to suck it.
He placed his hands around her hips and moved her so that her ass angled downward, where her cunt previously had been. Then he slid his tongue from her pussy into her crack and began lapping up and down its length.
"Mike-Ohhh, Mike," Julie gasped excitedly. "Ohhh, yes-that feels so good, Mike-suck me, ohhh, suck me there-Ohhhh-"
He tasted the sweetness of her hidden flesh and lapped at her crack with a frenzy. He couldn't get enough of the tasty treat. In and out his tongue moved-up and down again and again.
Julie had begun to writhe about on his face, pressing her ass flat against his probing mouth and rubbing it back and forth. Mike found the pucker of her asshole and pressed the tip of his tongue against it.
Her ass was so tight that he knew she wasn't accustomed to this form of sex. He tried to get his tongue inside her asshole and give her a real treat, but he was having a hard time doing so. But he kept at it and after a short time he managed the feat.
Julie jumped with excitement as she felt his talented tongue enter her virgin shit hole and her buttocks tightened over Mike's mouth. He loved the feeling of being squeezed by those lovely mounds of flesh.
Mike pressed his tongue as far as he could into her asshole and moved it around, feeling her anus clenching repeatedly in its excitement. Julie pressed her ass even tighter against his mouth and begged him to lap her faster and faster.
"Ohhh, Mike-Mike-I'm coming-I'm coming-" she suddenly cried. "Ohhh, suck me, Mike-faster-Ohhh, yes, like that-just like that-Ohhh, Mike-it feels so good-I'm coming-Ahhhh-!"
Her cunt juice dripped down into her crack and Mike lapped it up along with the sweet taste of her tight asshole. Julie moved back and forth frenziedly, almost out of her mind with desire.
Her sweet shit hole fluttered madly on Mike's lapping tongue. He knew that he was giving one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. And he knew that if she liked his tongue up her ass, she was going to be more than willing to have his big cock up there also.
Julie had one orgasm after another, coming until she finally dropped from exhaustion. She fell forward across Mike's stomach, her beautiful ass still in the vicinity of her mouth. He kept sliding his tongue up and down through her tasty crack as she lay there moaning.
After resting a few minutes, the feel of Mike's tongue on her ass got to her again and she went into another powerful orgasm, her ass cheeks pressing tightly over his mouth as his tongue played over her palpitating asshole.
But finally she had enough and rolled off him before he could make her come again. She felt her heart would burst if she were made to undergo another of the terrifyingly powerful orgasms.
"Good show," Tony called out gleefully. Mike looked over at him and saw that he had his cock up Sue's asshole. He had obviously just finished coming himself-and had done so while watching Mike lap Julie's asshole.
Mike smiled and eyed Sue. She was a tall, slender blonde with very long hair. Her breasts were not too large, though they were nothing to be ashamed of. They rode high on her chest, the proud nipples jutting far out in front of them.
She too had a nice ass. While it was not as large as Julie's it was definitely just the right ass for a girl of her figure. Her cheeks were round and firm, forming twin bubbles of fun between her lower back and upper thighs.
Tony slid his big cock from her tight asshole and she let out a small moan of pleasure. "Tony-Ohhh, Tony-" she sighed.
"Like it, Sue?" he asked.
"Ohhh, Tony-it was wonderful-I mean it-it was great-I'll remember this as long as I live."
Tony laughed again. "Me too, baby," he said.
"Hey, Tony, pour me another drink, will you?" Mike asked.
"Sure thing," Tony said, smiling broadly. He got up from the bed and walked over to the table containing the bottle of booze and poured them all fresh drinks.
He handed one to Mike and patted Julie on her lovely ass. She rolled over and took the glass from him, then sat up slowly and took a long drink.
Mike stroked the inside of one of her creamy thighs. "Like it, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, Mike-" she cooed. "I sure did. And to think that I've been missing out on that all my life."
"Me too," he said. "I just learned about anal sex a short time ago myself."
"You sure know how to do it, though," Julie laughed. "You learn very quickly."
Mike smiled and then sat up with her. He put his arm around her and gave her a loving squeeze. "When you're ready again I have an even better thing to show you," he said.
She looked down at his cock, saw it beginning to stir again. She touched it gently and lovingly. "With this?" she asked.
"Mmm-hmm," Mike said.
"All right," she smiled. "That sounds like fun. But I've got to rest up first. If I came again right now, I'd die."
"No hurry," Mike smiled. "The night is still young." And indeed it was. It was only five and there were many hours of fucking time left. He intended to make good use of each and every one of them.
Finishing the last of the new drink, Mike got up to get himself another, noticed the bottle was almost empty. "Hey, Tony," he called. "The booze is gone. Want to get us some more?"
"Sure, let's go," Tony agreed.
The four of them slipped back into their clothes and went out after a new bottle. The girls were really feeling their drinks. The men were still fairly sober, since they were used to doing a lot of drinking aboard ship, though they too were beginning to feel pretty much on the happy side.
Mike pressed the button for the elevator and in a minute its door opened and they got in. There was an elderly couple inside the car and when the old folks saw the new occupants they tried to squeeze themselves as far into the corner as possible. Mike felt a little bad about scaring them that way, but there was nothing he could do about it. Any way they were almost down to the main floor.
At the end of their ride the doors of the self-service elevator opened and they got out, leaving the stunned old couple behind them. They walked past the desk clerk and heard him chuckle as they went on out into the street.
They staggered on down to the next block, where the liquor store was located, and went inside. The clerk at the counter gave them a funny look, as though he weren't going to sell them anything on the grounds that they were too drunk, but he must have thought better of the idea as he looked at the two burly sailors. He wasn't about to get into an argument with them.
They made their purchase and headed back for the hotel. "Hey," Sue suggested laughingly. "Did you see that cute little desk clerk at the hotel?"
"Yeah, what about him?" Tony asked. "Want to have some fun with him?" Sue continued.
"What kind of fun?" Tony questioned. "I don't want to hurt his feelings. He's a nice little guy. Very friendly."
"No, I mean have fun in a nice way," Sue said.
"What did you have in mind?" Julie asked her.
"Well, why don't we take him up to the room and ball him? I mean it. It would be a great idea, don't you think?"
"Wonderful," Tony said, almost shouting. "That's the best idea I've heard yet. He looks like he could use a little pussy. Did you see the way he was looking at you girls?"
"That's what gave me the idea," Sue said. "Want to do it?"
"Sure, why not?" Mike agreed.
Upon reentering the hotel, the two men went ahead to the elevator while the girls stayed back to talk to the young clerk. They watched as the girls whispered in his ear. They could see him blush visibly and scratch his head. He was trying to figure out whether or not he should go up to the room with them.
Finally the girls left him and joined the men at the elevator. "It's all set," Sue said. "He's got to get someone to replace him. He'll be up in a few minutes."
They went up to the room to wait for him. They plopped down in chairs and opened the new bottle. A few minutes later they heard a knock on their door. "Come in," Julie called.
The door slowly opened and the clerk walked in. He looked nervous and unsure of himself, almost frightened. But Tony's happy manner reassured him a little and he took a seat with the group. Tony poured him a big drink and made sure he took a long swallow.
"What's your name?" he asked the clerk.
"Marty," came his reply.
"Glad to meet you, Marty," Tony smiled. "I'm Tony and this here's Mike." They shook hands. "And this is Sue and Julie."
"Glad to meet you," Marty blushed.
"These girls got us all worn out and there's no satisfying them," Tony laughed. "So we had to bring in reinforcements. You look like you can handle yourself, lad, so go to it."
Marty's blush broadened and deepened. He wasn't sure what he should do and he kept his seat. Tony picked up his glass and placed it to his lips. Marty obediently took another drink.
"Marty's a little bashful girls," Tony laughed. "So it looks like you'll have to take care of things."
Smiling, the girls rose and began peeling off their clothes. They removed their garments slowly and teasingly and Marty's face grew redder and redder as he watched them.
He was a young man, not more than twenty-one or-two probably, and obviously hadn't been around much. This made Mike and Tony all the more happy to see him get laid. "Drink up, son," Tony insisted.
Marty finished his drink without taking his eyes off the girls. He was enthralled with their striptease, as well he might be. His eyes almost jumped out of his head as their blouses came off and they revealed their nice tits to him. He gulped once and then again.
Tony poured him another drink, knowing that he would be able to perform better if he were loosened up a bit. He handed the freshly filled glass to the boy and he absentmindedly drank it. Tony poured him still another.
Mike was doing his best to keep from laughing. He felt in a wonderful mood and the whole thing was very amusing to him. He wished that someone had been so nice to him when he was a horny young man.
Julie and Sue were just slipping out of their panties and Marty's eyes were bulging more than ever. He began to tremble a little, as though he were about to get eaten by lions.
The girls walked over to him and took him by the hands. He obediently rose and walked to one of the beds with them. They gave him a gentle shove and he fell backward onto the bed. Then they began stripping him. His shirt came first, then his shoes and socks, then his pants. All he wore now were his undershorts and his cock was rockhard beneath them.
The girls didn't take off his shorts right away. They wanted to have a little fun with him first. He didn't know what to do, though he was surely in a mood for taking off his own shorts and fucking the hell out of them. So instead of this, he let them have their way.
They climbed on the bed with him and began licking him all over. Sue started it and Julie immediately joined in. All Marty could do was lie there embarrassedly and take it.
Julie stopped her licking and moved in such a position as to let one of her huge breasts dangle down over his face. She moved lower and lower until her nipple was touching his lips. Almost uncertainly, Marty extended his tongue and lapped at it.
But his uncertainty passed quickly as he got his first taste of her sweet flesh. He sucked her ripe, red nipple into his mouth and nibbled it hungrily. Julie moved lower still and flattened her tit against his face.
"Suck it, Marty," she giggled. "Suck my titty. Mmmm, that's nice, Marty. You suck well-"
Sue had begun to play with his hard cock through his undershorts. She squeezed it playfully, watching its reaction as it twitched with delight. She stroked her hand back and forth across it and it began to throb.
Then she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and lifted. His cock came into view and she lowered the shorts over it. His prick wasn't too large, only about average size, but from the way the blood was coursing through it, it looked as though it could do an admirable job of fucking.
Sue pulled his pants down his legs and dropped them onto the floor. Then she returned to the business at hand and stroked his newly exposed prick with her fingers.
"My what a nice cock you have, Marty," she said, knowing this would make him feel good.
She touched it again, this time taking the thing into her hand and raising it straight up in the air. She slowly pumped it up and down, feeling it throbbing with delight in her hand.
"Ohh, it's so hard and strong," she said. "I'll bet you really know how to use this thing, Marty-"
Julie raised her tit up away from his face so that she could see his reaction.. His face had gone almost white. It was obvious to them that he was so horny that he was about to pass out. They knew they'd better do something quickly.
Kneeling beside him, Julie asked, "Do you like my pussy, Marty?" She placed her fingers between her thighs and rubbed her cunt sexily, sliding her fingers through her downy cunt hair.
"Yes-yes-" Marty stammered.
"Would you like to lick it for me? Do you like to lick pussies, Marty?" she asked.
"Ohhh, yes, yes-please-" Marty sighed.
"Good," Julie whispered sexily. She raised one leg and straddled his face, facing toward his cock. Then she lowered her cunt down to his mouth.
She felt his hot tongue dart right into her cunt and begin sucking madly. Sue took care of things from the other end. She lowered her mouth to his hard cock and closed her lips over his throbbing cock head. As she did so everyone in the room heard the young man moan loudly and passionately.
She slipped her mouth lower on his cock, taking most of its length inside her hot, wet orifice. She lapped and sucked at it, moving her tongue back and forth across its underside. She began to apply a slow sucking pressure at the same time and Marty groaned again.
Julie was sliding her cunt back and forth across his face, covering him with her spicy cunt juice. His face was smeared with the stuff and he seemed to love the situation. Julie was moving in a slow, writhing motion, as though she were about to pop her load.
Then she asked him if he would like to lick her ass. He didn't answer, just moaned again, and she took this to mean that he would like to. So she angled her hips so that her sweet, soft ass cheeks were above his face and lowered them over his mouth.
His face disappeared inside the crack of her ass and he began to lick her harder than ever. The continued lapping of his cock probably had something to do with this, but he did seem genuinely to enjoy sucking her ass.
Sue had begun to bob her head up and down on Marty's cock faster and faster. She could tell from the twitching in it that the dam of his balls was about to burst and she wanted to give him the most fantastic orgasm he had ever had.
His hips began to pump slowly up and down and he slid his cock in and out of her mouth as though he were fucking a cunt. Sue smiled broadly, even with her mouth full, of cock. She loved having her face fucked.
She played with his balls while she blew him, taking them in her hand and rolling them gently through her fingers. Marty moaned over and over, louder than ever, and everyone knew that he was about to come.
All of a sudden his hips started pumping tremendously and his cock hit the back of Sue's throat again and again. She gripped the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it while he fucked her mouth, adding as much stimulation as she could to the already fantastic blow-job.
Marty cried out in passion and filled Sue's mouth with his hot come. "Ohhhh-Ohhhh-" he cried over and over. The sounds of his heat were muffled by the lovely cheeks of Julie's wonderful ass, but they were heard.
Julie's face lit up. Obviously Marty was beginning to do quite a job of ass-lapping on her when he had started to come. She began to rotate her ass back and forth over his mouth faster and faster and it looked as though she were about to have an orgasm too.
And she did. She moaned loudly that she was coming and the two men, Mike and Tony, began to laugh harder than ever. Julie hadn't expected Marty to be able to make her come, but the joke was on her.
She shut her eyes and slowly rotated her asshole back and forth over his lapping mouth, feeling his little tongue sliding in and out of her asshole again and again. Her orgasm turned out to be a good one and she was pretty tired by the time it was over.
She climbed off his face to sit on the bed and rest. Sue was still sucking his cock. She had drained the last of the come from it and was now only sucking for effect, to make the orgasm seem to last even longer.
Marty was totally exhausted. He lay on the bed and couldn't move, couldn't even fuck her face any longer. Finally the feeling in his cock got to be too much and he had to beg Sue to stop. She didn't stop right away, watching his face and its painfully happy expression for a while before she did so.
But finally she released his spent cock, letting the half limp prick slide from her mouth. She sat by his side for a while, massaging his cock and balls.
"Ohhhh," Marty groaned. "It was-it was great-so great-"
The girls laughed along with the men. "Glad you liked it," Sue said. "Ready for more?"
"Huh?" Marty asked incredulously.
"I told you that there's no satisfying them," Tony roared, slapping his knee. "But you came up here at your own risk. They're your problem now."
Marty gulped. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to have sex again, naturally, but he was physically unable to do so. Sue's talented mouth had drained the last ounce of energy from his cock and balls.
"L-Let me rest for a while-" he begged.
"Okay," Julie agreed, laughing. "But just for a little while. Then you've got to fuck us again."
"A-All right-" Marty whispered fearfully. One more orgasm like the last, he knew, might cause his balls to burst.
Julie got up and poured him another drink, brought it back to the bed and handed it to him. He was a little drunk already, but he knew he didn't dare refuse. He felt he might need the anesthesia before long.
While he sat there recuperating, the girls wouldn't let him alone. They kept stroking and fondling his body, playing with his cock and his ass, tickling him all over. He liked it so much he didn't ask them to stop. He had probably never received so much attention in his life.
After about fifteen minutes, the girls thought it was about time for a little more action. They pushed Marty back onto the bed, took the drink from his hand, and set to work on him.
This time it was Sue who straddled his face while Julie held him down. She let her ass hover above his mouth several inches, looking down at him between her long, curvy legs, then slowly lowered her ass cheeks to his face.
She saw his tongue dart out and enter her crack and felt him begin sucking immediately. She sighed contentedly as she felt him playing with her asshole.
Julie moved down to his cock and stroked it until it was rock hard again. Then she straddled his hips and rubbed his cock head up and down through the crack of her ass. She had her back to Sue and Sue thought she might be of help in the difficult insertion.
She took Marty's hard cock in her hand and held it in an upright position while Julie lowered her spread ass cheeks to it. She aimed the head of Marty's cock directly at Julie's lovely pink asshole and Julie pressed downward, feeling the cock enter her ass and sighing loudly from the wonderful feeling.
She moved lower and lower, very slowly and deliberately, so that the cock wouldn't hurt her tender opening. Although Marty's prick was nowhere near as large as Mike's or even Tony's, it might have done her some harm had she not been so careful. After all, this was the first time she had ever had a cock of any size up her ass.
She kept going until his prick was fully buried inside her and sat still on it for a short while, loving the way it made her feel. Then she slowly rose back up until only the head remained inside.
Once more she started her downward movement and she heard Marty's horny sigh as the cream once again began to fill his balls. She kept going until his cock was fully buried in her shithole again.
Up and down she went, faster and faster, quickly becoming accustomed to the delicious feeling of his cock in her tight asshole. She rode him like she would ride a horse, bouncing joyfully up and down, shoving his prick in and out of her shithole with abandon.
She could feel herself quickly getting turned on. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she would come. And to think that she hadn't expected Marty to be able to make her come at all.
"Marty-Ohhhh-Marty-" she cried out as the overwhelming power of the orgasm began to grip her. "Ohhh, shit-fuck me, Marty-fuck me-"
Marty's slender hips began to pump up and down again, just as they had done earlier when he had forced his cock in and out of Sue's hard-working mouth.
The faster his hips moved, the more intense became Julie's cries. His cock up her ass was driving her wild, putting her in an orgiastic frenzy. "Ohhhh, fuck me-fuck me-" she called again, her voice rising an octave and a half.
Her head was flung back and her mouth opened wide to accommodate her starving lungs. Her eyes were almost shut, barely slits staring up at-to her-the spinning ceiling.
Marty's hips flailed her frenziedly. He humped her agonized asshole as fast as he could, his own balls swelling with the burden of his come. He wanted to shoot his load too, and the tight sphincter of Julie's wonderful ass was bringing him closer and closer to his objective.
His muffled cry came out from between Sue's ass cheeks as his hot come poured into Julie's ass. He fucked her faster than ever, ramming his cock home again and again. And his mouth was having a great effect on Sue.
Sue swiveled her hips around and around, feeling Marty's lapping tongue anointing the interior of her shithole with his saliva, a baptism of love. He sucked and licked for all he was worth, the rapid rising and falling of his chest and the pounding of his heart testifying to that fact.
Sue began to come then too and the three of them writhed about together like a pack of maddened animals, tearing and humping at one another as though their very lives depended on the outcome of the situation.
They kept at it for a long while as Mike and Tony watched them amusedly. "Quite a show, huh, Mike?" Tony asked with a laugh.
"Sure is," Mike replied, laughing himself. He took another swallow of his drink, poured himself another. "Tony-?" he asked.
"Don't mind if I do," Tony said. Mike filled his glass also.
"But save some for the little feller," Tony said. "Looks like he's going to need it."
Mike smiled and replaced the bottle on the table. Tony was right, he knew. The way the girls were working him over, he was going to need all the help he could get.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mike and Tony joked about the incident many times over the next few days. The look on Marty's face after his second orgasm, after the third, and then after the fourth. The way the girls made him come repeatedly, the way he was barely able to walk after they finally decided that he had had enough. It was all amusing to them.
And Marty didn't mind. When he left their room he shook their hands eagerly, thanking them and the girls profusely for what they had done for him. Mike and Tony said that the next time they were in town they would try to get him laid again. He broke into a big smile.
But now it was Wednesday morning. The day Mike had to leave with Linda Williams and her ship, to set out on an around the world journey. The day he had to part company with his friend of many years.
They promised to keep in touch. Tony was supposed to set sail in a few days also, on a merchant ship, the name of which he gave to Mike. Mike promised to send him a wire every now and then to let him know how he was doing. The two of them knew they would be back together before too long, though. Each of them knew that Mike wasn't the type to give up the gutsy life of a merchant seaman for some soft ass cruise.
They shook hands one final time and then Mike picked up his sea bag and left. He took a taxi directly to the pier, paid the driver when they arrived there, and then inquired as to the location of Linda's ship, The Aphrodite. He was directed down to the far end of the pier.
Strolling down the wooden surface of the pier, he breathed in the fresh salt air and thanked his stars that he had chosen to become a sailor. There was no life quite like it and he would not trade places with anyone.
Not with anyone; not with the richest man in the world, though then he could have bought his own ship, but that wouldn't have been the same since with money comes responsibilities, and with that the loss of carefreeness. That was his greatest treasure, he knew, that carefreeness which he felt, or rather didn't feel, since where there is no care there is no feeling. How could he ever give that up?
The dock was lined with all sorts of ships, with private yachts, with fishing boats of various sizes, with some large and some small motor launches, speedboats, cabin cruisers, and there at the far end was the giant white hulk of the Aphrodite.
He hadn't expected a ship so large, so lavish. Even from a woman of Linda's means. It was a floating castle-or a hotel, since it was too new, too modern to be a castle. He stopped dead in his tracks and let his eyes roam over its huge hull.
He estimated its size as a hundred and fifty feet. It seemed as large as the ships he was used to sailing on, but much nicer, much cleaner and more comfortable. He knew he would have no bunk in a crew's quarters on this ship. He thought he would have his own cabin.
He began walking again, his mind wanting him to run and his body pulling just as hard in the opposite direction and keeping him from doing so. His pace was slower than before and his eyes stayed fastened to the name printed in fancy script on the starboard side of the ship, just after the bow. The Aphrodite.
And the ship looked like Aphrodite; to a sailor at least. Its white exterior like the cold marble of the statue, its beauty like the beauty of the stone namesake. Its softly flowing curves not that much unlike the curves of the statue's breasts and hips. The ship was a work of art.
He reached the side of the ship and found Linda and Marge waiting there for him, along with the ship's captain, a balding man in his fifties, apparently, tall and thin, once handsome but now too formal looking in his perfectly pressed white uniform and his manicured nails to be any longer considered so. He looked like a fixture of the ship, cold and stone-like.
"Mike...." Linda smiled broadly. "You're early."
"I thought I should be," Mike smiled in reply. He felt suddenly uneasy. It was Linda's manner, he supposed, that made him so. Her distance, the distance she seemed to want to keep in the captain's eyes, the show she was putting up for him, the false respectability. Mike didn't like that; it was dishonest. But he knew that soon he would be in bed with her and he would make her once again into a human being, would remove the stone from her surface and change her into a woman, a hot, sensual woman with a cunt and ass that needed filling by his cock.
"As long as you're here," Linda said, after introducing Mike to the captain, "I may as well show you around the ship. Come along."
"Come along...." Mike thought. Perhaps it was just her manner, but he didn't like being spoken to in that condescending tone. Then he stopped the train of thought. Perhaps it was all in his imagination. His desire to be back with his old friend Tony, drinking and picking up girls as always, instead of being in this strange situation. He decided to give it a chance before thinking that way again.
He followed Linda up the gangplank, watching the soft swaying of her full hips as she walked ahead of him, the bulges her buttocks made in the rear of her knit dress as they clenched and then unclenched again with her steps. He was tempted to grab them, squeeze them, but he didn't.
They were on the deck of the ship now and Linda turned and waited for him. Then they headed astern, abreast of one another. "How do you like it?" Linda asked.
"It's a beautiful ship," Mike said truthfully.
"It was my late husband's idea to buy it," she said. "I had no interest in sailing at the time but I went along with the idea. I'm very glad I did. A ship gives one such freedom, don't you think?"
Mike thought so and he said so. It was true; even the air offered no such freedom. You could fly up to the sky in a plane, but you would soon have to come down again. With a ship you could float on the ocean forever, even after you ran out of fuel, you could just let the ship drift where it wanted to drift.
Freedom was eternal on the sea; it was everywhere.
They went through a passageway, a corridor that suddenly pulled them from the bright morning sunlight and the salt air, went down the corridor for fifteen feet and turned left. Another twenty or so feet and they stopped.
"This is your cabin," Linda said. She opened the door and went inside. Mike followed her in. "I hope you'll find it satisfactory," she added.
He did. It was a comfortably furnished room, fifteen feet long and twelve wide, carpeted floor, television, a wide bed and a separate bathroom. "I never knew sailors could be treated so well," he said.
"You're a special kind of sailor now, Mike," Linda smiled. "Your duties will be of a rather unusual nature, you know."
"Oh?" Mike asked in mock naivete. "Really?"
Linda laughed. "Come with me, I'll show you the rest of the ship," she said.
Again Mike thought he heard the hint of order rather than request in her voice. He tried to disregard it but this time found it a bit more difficult to do so. But he followed Linda from the room and back down the corridor; he couldn't have refused.
She showed him around the ship, pointing everything out in detail, making sure he knew where everything was. This took over an hour. But Linda didn't seem to mind having to instruct him, she rather enjoyed it, it seemed.
Finally the ship was ready to set sail. They went out onto the main deck and watched the shore begin to move away (The shore seemed to move, not the ship. The ship seemed so large and solid to everyone on board as to give the impression of being the stationary object. The flimsy wooden dock was weak by comparison.), very slowly at first, then faster as the ship picked up speed.
When the port was almost out of sight, Linda told Mike that he was free for the remainder of the day. She also said that they would lunch at one. Mike took it as an invitation and decided to go. He wasn't particularly hungry but thought he should show some sign of social grace.
He excused himself and went to his cabin. Once inside he tried to lock his door, found that the lock was jammed. He opened the door again to try and release it and found that it was jammed intentionally. There was no way to make it work.
Thinking this strange but not concerning himself too much with it (what did he have to fear, after all he had no valuables to lose), he walked over to where he had put his sea-bag and tossed it onto the bed. He unzipped the bag and removed all of its contents, then opened the drawers of the dresser and put his shirts and underwear inside. Then he carried the things that needed to be hung to the closet and put them on hangers.
He gathered up his toilet articles and carried them into the bathroom. He looked around the small, neatly tiled room for a second and was about to walk out. But suddenly he had the strange urge to wash his face.
He stood in front of the sink and turned on the cold water tap; his face didn't need washing, just some cold water, he realized, to wake him out of the mood he had fallen into. He gathered two handfuls of water and splashed them onto his face and dried himself with a towel.
Then he went back out to his room, sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette. He inhaled the heavy smoke deeply into his lungs and slowly expelled it, watching the funnel-shaped cloud rise to the low ceiling. He was bored.
Normally, on the beginning of a new voyage, there would be plenty for him to do. Now all he had to do was to sit on his bed and wait an hour until lunchtime. After that wait till dinner. And after that-only time would tell.
He turned on the television, then switched it off again before the picture tube had a chance to light up. He paced about the room several times, smoking and thinking of nothing in particular, then went out on deck and looked out at the ocean.
He noted with sadness that even the water looked different, calmer and deader than usual. Instead of the rising swells, there was just the almost flat roll of undisturbed water, as though the ship were a ghost passing above it instead of through it. He had to spit over the side and watch it hit the water to know that he was not a ghost.
He stayed in that spot until lunchtime, at which point he abruptly left his post and headed for his luncheon date with Linda. He was not the first to arrive, nor the last. Marge was seated at the table; he was glad, for some unknown reason, that she was there. He felt a bit closer to her than he did to Linda. Marge was real to him, not like Linda at all.
"Mike...." Marge smiled.
"Hi, Marge," he returned her smile. "Didn't get a chance to talk to you before. How are you today?"
"Fine, Mike, and you?"
"Could be better," he replied.
"What's wrong?" Marge asked.
He leaned across the table to her so that no one else could hear. "Is Linda always that way?" he asked.
"You mean bossy?" Marge asked.
"Mm-hmmm," he nodded.
"Yes, I suppose she is. With her men, at least," Marge told him.
"Not with you?" Mike asked.
"No," Marge said. "She's always been quite nice to me. But you're not the first man I've spoken to about her. She likes to push men around to some degree, I've heard."
"I don't think I'm going to like this job so much after all," Mike said sorrowfully.
"Try to stick with it for a while," Marge said. "It might not be that bad. And I'd like to have you around. You're not like the others. You're not conceited and-and arrogant like all the other men who've worked for Linda."
"Why thank you," Mike blushed. "That's very nice of you to say that. I like you too."
Just then Linda herself walked in and Mike sat back up. He tried to look nonchalant, as though he and Marge had been sharing a joke and not talking behind the older woman's back.
Linda gave them a broad smile and sat down next to Mike. As soon as she took her seat, a waiter appeared and began to set out the meal. The food, as Mike had known it would be, was exceptionally good, as was the wine.
They chatted for a while afterward and Linda seemed human once again. But after about an hour of idle conversation, Linda said she was going to her cabin for a while. She asked, or rather told, in a way, Mike to be there at four.
He stared after her as she walked out the door, then turned to Marge. "I know, Mike," she said. "She's like that. Try and overlook it. Okay?"
"Okay," Mike said after a minute. Marge's sweet smile was hard to resist.
"Come on," she added, getting up. "Want to take a walk on deck?"
"Sure," Mike agreed. "I'd like that."
He followed her out the door and onto the main deck. They walked along the deck from the front to the rear of the ship, chatting small talk. The ocean looked a little more like an ocean now, the sun was a little brighter, the air a bit fresher. It was Marge's doing.
"Mike," Marge said suddenly. "If you're not too tired when you finish with Linda...."
"Come and see you?" he asked with a big smile.
"Uh-huh. Would you?" she asked.
"Of course," he said. "I was going to ask you if I could anyway. I have the feeling that Linda's going to give me nothing but a headache. I'll need someone like you to work out my frustrations."
Marge laughed. "Doesn't matter what the reason is," she said, "as long as you come to see me. I get as lonely out here as you do and Linda had a strict rule about fraternizing with the regular crew."
"She does?" Mike asked. "Why is that?"
"She feels that a certain distance must remain-a class system, you know. She doesn't want them thinking they're as good as she is. You know, Mike-the more I think about it, the more I think we both should leave the ship. I never felt this way before."
"Don't do anything on my account," Mike said. "You were perfectly happy before I came here, weren't you?"
"I thought I was," Marge said. "But you've kind of opened my eyes. I'm not so happy any longer."
"Well, let's both give it some thought," Mike suggested. "Hey, I've got to go now," he added. "It's almost four."
"Okay, Mike, see you later," Marge said.
"You can count on it," Mike smiled. He took her in his arms and gave her a big kiss. Then he turned and headed for Linda's cabin.
He reached her door a minute later and knocked. "Come in, Mike," came her voice from inside the door.
He walked in. "Ah, you're right on time," Linda added. "Come and sit down. Would you like a drink?"
"Scotch, please," Mike said.
Linda poured them both a drink and sat down on the sofa next to him. Mike looked around Linda's cabin, which looked far more like a penthouse than a room on a ship. There were several rooms, in fact.
The room in which they were sitting was lavishly and expensively furnished. Just as well furnished as was the house on Park Avenue. Paintings hung on the wall, a piano stood in one corner, wall to wall carpeting-all the comforts of home.
He sipped his scotch. Linda leaned back and toward him at the same time. "Hold me, Mike," she said.
Mike leaned back and obediently put his arm around her. She repulsed him in a way, but on the other hand he had never been known to turn down a roll in the hay with an attractive woman. She might prove to be fun in bed, even though she was not any fun out.
She turned her face up toward his and he knew what he was supposed to do. He kissed her. She pressed her tongue into his mouth unexpectedly. He recovered in time and made it seem like she had done the most natural thing in the world. He could tell that, she was a very horny woman.
She kissed him again. Then she began stroking her hand up and down his chest and with each stroke her hand moved lower. Finally her hand left his chest and she stroked the front of his pants.
"Marge tells me you've got a nice piece of equipment down here," she said. "I'd like to see it."
A lot of women would like to see it, Mike felt like saying, but didn't. In fact he didn't answer at all. He could think of no way to reply. Perhaps she wanted him to strip for her.
That was what she wanted. "Take off your clothes, Mike," she said.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Take off your clothes I said," she repeated.
She had almost gone too far this time. Mike had the urge to walk out on her. He had never been the model type and he had no urge to start stripping for money now. But he still did want to get into her pants and he knew that the only way to do that was to strip. So he did.
He sat his drink on the coffee table and stood up. His shirt 'vas the first thing ne took off and he tried to look interested in what he was doing. He faced her and opened the buttons one by one, looking down at her all the while, watching her face light up more and more as each button was open. She was indeed horny. She might turn out to be a good fuck, he thought.
He slipped out of the garment and started on his pants. He hadn't even unbuckled his belt when Linda remarked that he had a beautiful chest. Gee thanks, he thought. But again he kept his comments to himself.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. He stepped out of his pants and dropped them onto the sofa. He was wearing only his undershorts now and his cock was in a semi-erect state from thinking about the sex he was going to get. Again Linda remarked about his body, this time mentioning the large bulge in the front of his shorts.
He was terribly embarrassed and the thought occurred to him that that was just the way she wanted him to feel. Part of her plan to keep the class system intact. To keep him in an inferior position.
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down quickly, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Linda purred happily when she got a look at his cock.
"My, that is incredible," she said. "Marge wasn't exaggerating. That's the biggest tool I've ever seen."
That was the second time she had referred to his cock as something unalive. First it was equipment and now it was a tool. He supposed she thought of him in that way, just an object for her own gratification, a sex machine.
Linda leaned forward and touched the head of his long, half-hard cock with the tip of one finger, pushing it back slightly and watching it swing forward again. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed it lightly. His cock began to grow some more.
The touch of her hand was gentle and loving, warm and sweet, unlike the rest of her manner. She seemed a bit more human as long as she had her hand on his impressive cock. But she released it after a minute and stood up in front of him.
"Now undress me, Mike," she said.
Mike unbuttoned her blouse slowly and deliberately. When half the buttons were open he spread the garment apart and looked inside. He was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. He opened the rest of the buttons and slid the blouse down over her arms.
He tossed it onto the sofa and then began to unbutton her skirt. She stopped him. "Don't you like my breasts, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," he answered. He was telling the truth. He did like her breasts. They were proud and firm and though not excessively large, they formed two mounds of delicious looking flesh on the front of her chest.
"Then kiss them," she ordered in a soft tone.
Mike bent over and placed his lips on the tip of one of her hard nipples. The bud projected forward slightly and tickled his lips. He opened his mouth a bit and sucked it inside. Linda sighed as she felt his talented mouth on her breast.
"That's nice, Mike. Yes, that's very nice," she said. "You may take the rest of my clothes off now."
Mike released her breast and finished opening the fastening device of her skirt. The garment slipped from her hips and fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Then he reached for her tiny, sheer panties and slipped his fingers into the waistband.
He had to kneel down in front of her to get them off, a position he was quite used to from his dealings with other women. But in this case he felt that Linda was going to derive too much pleasure from his being on his knees; and for the wrong reason. Nevertheless he knelt.
He eased her panties down over her hips, watching as her triangle of cunt hair was slowly exposed. It was a nice bush at least, and his mouth began to water as he looked at it. He wouldn't mind getting a little taste of such a pretty cunt, he thought.
Slowly and deliberately he pulled the panties down her lovely long legs and when he reached her ankles she lifted them in turn and stepped out of them. Then he placed his hands behind her calves and slowly slipped them upward while he rose back up to the height of her cunt. He felt the warm, smooth flesh of her legs under his hands and liked the feeling.
He slipped his hands up to her ass, squeezing the soft, full cheeks, kneading them lovingly. No matter what kind of personality Linda had, she had a nice ass. He couldn't deny her that much.
Linda angled her hips a bit, bringing her cunt closer to Mike's face. He knew what she wanted and before she could utter the instructions he had his lips pressed flat against the lips of her cunt.
She spread her legs a bit more and he tasted the delicious juice of her pussy against his mouth. It was a nice taste to say the least, delicious even for a pussy. Her cunt was protruding a little and he lapped at it.
"Ohhh, Mike," she sighed as she felt his mouth giving her pussy a workout. "Ohh, yes, suck me, suck me. Yes. Ohhhhhh!"
He slipped his fingers part way into her hot ass crack as he lapped her cunt, knowing from the questions she had asked him a few days earlier that that was her main area of interest. She sighed again, this time louder than before.
"Ohh, yes, Mike. Touch me there, play with my ass. Ahhh, yes, that's nice."
Mike was really getting to like the taste of her pussy and the feel of her ass. He had the feeling that Linda was the first woman he had had in a month, though that was not the case. The nearness of her naked flesh was able to turn him on tremendously.
He inhaled the sweet perfume of her cunt while he lapped it, and that made him want to lap it all the more. He drank up big mouthfuls of her sweet juice, swallowing greedily and always returning for more.
All this cunt-lapping was not without effect on Linda. Mike was making her hot as hell and she was writhing her hips back and forth, pressing her hot cunt against his face, smearing him with her sweet cunt juice.
"Mike. Ohhh, Mike," she cried over and over. "Suck me Mike, suck my cunt. Ohhh, yes, yes, suck me."
From the rear Mike slid his fingers between her soft thighs and spread them farther apart. Linda bent from the knees slightly to accommodate him and she had to hold onto him to keep from falling backward. Both her awkward, spread leg position and her state of excitement had a hand in this.
Mike returned his fingers to her crack, rubbing them up and down through her firm ass cheeks and feeling her flesh twitching with desire. He brushed the tip of one finger back and forth against her tight asshole and it seemed to be begging his finger to enter.
He tickled the hole for a while longer, then began pressing against it. He managed to get the tip of his finger into the tight orifice and he heard Linda gasp with extreme pleasure.
"Yes, ohhh, yes," she cried again. "Put your finger in me, Mike. Farther, farther. Ohhh, yes, more, Mike, more. Ohh, that feels so good."
Mike drove his finger a little farther into her very tight asshole, moving it around in a slow circle as he did so. Linda spread her legs even more and angled her cunt flat against his face. She was rotating her hips a mile a minute now and Mike could feel the temperature of her pussy rise.
"Suck me. Play with my ass. Ohhh, yes, yes!" she cried, the cunt juice streaming from her pussy. "Ohhh, suck me, Mike. Suck me. Ahhhh!"
She began to come, slowly at first, then harder and harder. Soon she had her hands at the back of Mike's head and she was pulling his mouth tight against her pussy while she gyrated her cunt against his face, covering him with her spilling juice.
Mike dipped his tongue again and again into her gaping vagina, sucking up her fluid as fast as she could produce it. He loved the flavor of her cunt juice and couldn't get enough of the stuff.
He drove his finger still farther up Linda's ass and moved it around more and more. She pressed back against it, her ass cheeks gripping down on his hand over and over, as though she were trying to lock it in place and keep it there.
The room was filled with her gasping sounds of pleasure. She came for a long time, crying over and over how wonderful it felt. But finally she couldn't take it any longer and she had to sit down. She stepped back from Mike and he slipped his finger from her tight asshole. She sat down on the sofa with her legs spread wide. She was almost in a lying position, her ass right up to the front edge of the seat.
Mike stood up and looked down at her. He had done a good job on her, she was totally spent, or at least seemed so. She opened her eyes slightly and looked up at him. She gave him a pleasurable smile.
"Come," she said in barely more than a whisper. "Lick me some more."
Mike couldn't believe his ears. She wanted more of the same. But now she had to take it while sitting down. He had the satisfaction at least of having knocked her off her feet.
He knelt down in front of her and she spread her thighs even farther apart to accommodate him. As he placed his face back at her cunt she raised her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. She stroked his cheeks while he went back to lapping her cunt, closing her thighs over his face at the same time.
Mike slipped his hands under her ass and kneaded the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. She began to wiggle about and he knew what she wanted so he slipped his fingers back into her crack. He played with her asshole again, returning the finger to its nesting place.
She began to come again within ten seconds after he resumed his cunt-lapping, sending another hot load of juice down to his slurping mouth. Mike scarfed up on it as quickly as he could, not wasting a drop of the tasty fluid.
Linda began moaning again, louder this time than before, the sounds of her passionate cries adding to the delicious taste of her pussy. Mike always enjoyed cunt-lapping best when it was most appreciated.
Linda settled back down and slowly eased her thighs apart, freeing Mike, allowing him to breathe again. He raised his face and looked up into Linda's. She smiled down at him, amused by the sight of his cunt juice covered face emerging from between her lovely thighs.
He gave her ass another playful squeeze, then jabbed his finger a little farther up her shithole. She gasped in surprise. She had become used to his finger being there and had not realized that it was still up inside her. The reminder made her smile, satisfied and content.
"You do well at your work," she said to Mike. "Very well indeed."
"Thank you," Mike smiled back. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do or should I take matters into my own hands now?"
"Let me rest for a minute and then I'll tell you what to do next," she answered. "Come and sit by me." She patted the place to her right, indicating that that was where she wanted him to sit.
The annoyed feeling came back over him. He hated being condescended to but he went along with it anyway. He still wanted to pop his rock up her ass, and wouldn't be satisfied until he did so. After that he would fix her ass but good.
He sat next to her in the indicated spot and put his arm around her. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his muscular chest. She looked down at his huge, hard cock where it rested flat against his hard stomach.
She eased her hand to it and touched it gently. Her touch did wonders for Mike's horny prick and it flinched as she placed her fingers against it.
"You're really horny, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," was his reply.
"Good," she said. "I like my men horny." She didn't say anything else. Just played with his prick some more.
She took his long rod lightly in her hand and slowly stroked it up and down, beginning at the head and sliding her hand all the way down to the base. Then she moved it back up to the top.
Mike could feel the come forming in his balls, putting a delightful pressure in them. He wished she wanted him to come. He might have to force it on her if she didn't want it. He wasn't about to let himself be so horny for much longer without gaining some form of release.
Linda slid her hand down to his balls and cupped the twin globes lightly. She jiggled them up and down, thoroughly amused by their size. She rolled them through her fingers again and again, then returned her attention to his cock.
"How horny are you, Mike?" she asked.
"Very horny," he said.
"That's good," she smiled. She eased her hand up and down the long length of his prick over and over. She felt it twitch again in her hand, the blood pounding through it, making it swell more and more.
The head of his cock began to turn a bright pink, then a darker color. He couldn't remember being so horny in years. If Linda didn't quit playing with him like that he knew he was going to shoot his come all over her nearby face.
Linda suddenly released his prick and turned in the opposite direction, turning her back to him. She was lying on her side now and Mike had a good view of her lovely ass.
"Lick me, Mike," she said over her shoulder. "Only this time I want you to lick my ass."
Mike moved down beside her, bringing his face close to her lovely ass cheeks. This was one job he didn't mind, no matter how horny he was. He began kissing her sweet, round buttocks and heard her sigh contentedly.
He kissed all over her firm ass cheeks, then brought his lips to the junction. He licked his way into her crack and moved his tongue up and down along its length, tasting the sweetness of her hidden flesh.
He brushed the tip of his tongue back and forth across her asshole, lapping and sucking it and feeling it twitching joyously against his talented tongue.
The more he licked her the hotter she became. She moved her legs up and changed her position a little so that he could more easily get at her asshole. She pressed her tight shithole back against his mouth.
"Push your tongue into me, Mike," she ordered. "Inside my ass. Ohh, yes, just like that. Suck me, Mike, suck my asshole. Ohhh, yes!"
Mike pressed the tip of his tongue against the rubbery bud of her asshole and drove it inside her body.
Linda gasped with great pleasure at the sudden entrance of his tongue and pressed her asshole still harder against his mouth.
"Suck me. Suck me, Mike," she called hotly. It was easy to see that she liked having her ass lapped even more than her pussy.
He shoved his tongue farther and farther up her tight ass, the nearness of this part of her anatomy making him hotter than ever. He knew that he was about to shoot his load and he didn't want to waste it. So the hell with her, he thought, and sat up suddenly. He took her hips in his hands and spun her around so that she faced the sofa. She was on her knees in front of. it,, lying face down with her ass facing toward the opposite wall. Mike quickly got into position behind her.
He spread her ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against the tiny pink bud of her pretty asshole and pushed forward. He knew he was going to hurt her but he didn't care. He had to come and there was no other way.
He gave a hard shove and drove his cock into her tight ass. She almost screamed but had the presence of mind to know that it would do no good. He slammed her again and again, driving his cock farther and farther up her tight, tender asshole.
He derived great joy from the fact that he was causing her so much pain. Maybe this was just what she needed, he thought. Maybe it would make a human being out of her, teach her to have some respect for other people's feelings. But it didn't matter as much as the fact that he had to come.
She writhed beneath him in a combination of pleasure and pain as he rammed her again and again, shoving his cock up her ass until it was buried to the hilt. He fucked her like a madman, not caring whether or not he was going to do her permanent injury.
He wanted to shut his eyes but he couldn't. He stared down at the point where his thick prick entered her tight shithole, watching it slide in and out, in and out. It looked prettier than anything he had seen so far that day.
Faster and faster his hips pumped, his balls swollen with hot come that needed to be loosed into her asshole. It took a long time for him to come until he realized that he was still holding it back, just from the sheer pleasure of hurting Linda.
But finally he could hold it back no longer and rammed her a few final humps. He felt his balls erupt and send their hot load up the long length of his prick, searing her tight asshole with its lava-like substance.
She came at almost the same instant that he did, but it was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced before. She cried out in the most exquisite combination of pleasure and pain, caused by the size and lack of lubrication of Mike's prick.
She wanted to beg him to stop-the pain was so intense-but at the same time she wanted to beg him to continue forever, indeed increase the force of his thrusts. She couldn't either; she was helpless and all she could do was to moan over and over again as he pumped his hot bolts into her.
When he was finished he shoved her forward, placing his hands on her soft ass cheeks and yanking his cock mercilessly from her sore asshole. She slumped forward onto the sofa and he picked his clothes off the floor, stepping into them quickly as he listened to her hurt sobbing. He turned and stormed out of the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Mike returned to his own cabin and sat down on the edge of his bed. He was still angry, but much of the power of his anger had been drained with the come from his balls. It was all there in Linda's ass.
He lit a cigarette and dragged on it deeply. Fuckin' bitch, he thought. Fuckin' cocksuckin' bitch. He should have wrung her neck, he felt.
Then he remembered his promise to Marge. He didn't want to see anyone right now, but then he wanted to see her. He needed to talk to her, he needed to be with someone real. And Marge was real.
He continued to smoke his cigarette, letting the deep, rich taste of the tobacco and its warmth calm his nerves. When it was smoked to a half inch butt he dropped it onto the floor and stood up. Might as well go see Marge, he thought.
He walked out of his room and straight to hers. He knocked on her door. She opened it in a sound and smiled when she saw that it was him. "Mike, come on in," she said.
Then she looked at him judged his silence. "What's wrong, Mike?" she asked. "Linda get you down?"
"Yeah, I guess she did," he admitted.
"I'm sorry, Mike," she said. "I didn't think it would be so bad."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "It's not your fault. You had nothing to do with it."
"But I did," she insisted sadly. "I should have warned you the first day you applied for the job. I should have told you what she was like."
"Forget it," he said. "You were just doing your job. That's what you get paid for."
He sat down on her sofa and she sat next to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked.
"Yeah, please," he said. "And look, let's forget about Linda right now. I'd rather not even talk about her."
"A wonderful idea," Marge said as she got up to fix them both a drink. She returned a minute later with the two glasses. She handed one to him and then sat back down.
"I guess you'll be leaving the ship soon," she said.
"Yeah, I guess so," he smiled, thinking how nice it was going to be to get away from Linda. But then he thought that at the same time he would be getting away from Marge and he didn't like that idea.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I won't be working for her much longer," she said. "I plan to quit as soon as we get back to New York. I don't like deceiving people that way."
Mike was glad to hear that she planned to quit. She was not the type of girl, as she had said, to deceive people, the kind of girl to work for someone like Linda.
"Mike?" she asked after a short pause.
"Hmm?"
"How was the sex? I mean, I know you don't like Linda too much otherwise, but did you enjoy having sex with her?" Marge's question was a meek one, one that seemed to indicate that she was trying to find out if Mike had liked Linda better as a love partner than herself. She seemed unsure of herself sexually.
"No," he said. "Not at all." Then he amended his statement slightly. "Well, yes, in a way I did. Parts of it were okay, her body is nice and all that, I enjoyed making love to her, but at the same time I hated it. Her whole attitude is shitty."
"Was she as good as me?" Marge asked outright.
Mike smiled broadly. He looked at Marge and answered. "Marge, what kind of question is that? Look, no two people make love the same way. You make love beautifully, as though you mean it. Linda thinks only of her own enjoyment. Some men may like that sort of thing but I don't. I'll pick you over her anytime."
So Marge was a better lover than Linda. He had sex with each of the women only once and once is no fair way to judge. A man had to get to know a woman.
He realized that Linda had made him hornier, that his orgasm with the older woman had been a more powerful one. But there were reasons for that, he knew also.
Marge seemed satisfied with the answer. She smiled happily. "Would you like to have a go at it with me?" she asked. "I can make you happy again."
"Marge," Mike said. "That's the best idea I've heard all day. I sure would like to have another go at you."
He drew Marge into his arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her hard on the mouth at the same time. His tongue went into her mouth.
She kissed him back.
She longed for him to touch her.
He knew, and he began to cup one of her ripe breasts in his palm.
She sighed and squeezed against him, pressing her globe into his palm. She was wearing a thin sweater and he could easily feel her hard nipple through the fabric.
He let his hand roam down to the bottom of her sweater and then under the material and back up. He felt the smooth, warm skin of her flat stomach, the rising and falling of her chest and her rapid breathing. He then felt the creamy soft flesh of her breast as he once again took it in his hand.
He let his fingers slide up over the round piece of naked flesh.
Smiling, he slowly rolled the nipple back and forth and heard Marge sighing loudly again.
Time passed.
"Ohhh, Mike, Mike, take me," she moaned. "I'm so hot, love me, Mike, I want you."
Mike leaned back and pulled her down on top of him. He swung his feet onto the sofa and pulled her directly on top of him, feeling her cunt against his once again stiffening cock.
She too felt the big bulge between them and rolled her hips from side to side over it. Mike sighed pleasurably. Then Marge raised her hips up a bit and placed her hand over the big bulge, squeezing his cock through his pants.
It grew bigger and stiffer the longer she played with it and finally she could wait no longer. She had to see it. She sat up and unzipped his pants. Then she pulled his cock out of the front and hoisted it up in the air. It was at its full nine inch size now and she couldn't get over its size.
"I love this thing, Mike," she smiled. "I just love it. I'd like to eat it up."
"Be my guest," Mike laughed. "But you do so at your own risk. It's been up Linda's ass."
"That doesn't bother me a bit," she said. "I'd suck your cock if it's been up a horse's ass.
She bent over his prick and quickly closed her hot lips over the bulbous head. She began sucking at it immediately, lapping it with her tongue at the same time as she applied that wonderful sucking pressure.
Mike groaned as he felt her working on her prick. She really knew how to suck and she was already causing the come to form in his balls. He was almost hoping that she would continue the blow-job through to completion.
But luckily for both of them she stopped what she was doing in a short time and sat back up. She undressed him quickly, taking off his pants first and then his shirt. When she had him completely nude she stripped her own clothes off just as quickly and then lay down on top of him with his big cock pressed between them.
She squiggled back and forth, rolling his meat from side to side. Mike laughed as she went through the motions. Then she raised up again and took his cock in her hand for the second time. Only now she placed his big cock between her thighs and settled back down, closing her legs on his tool and pumping up and down, in a fucking motion.
Mike slid his hands down to the cheeks of her fine ass and squeezed her there. He felt his cock projecting all the way beyond her ass and up in the air. She glided up and down on it and Mike felt her ass cheeks clenching and loosening over and over.
"Want to fuck?" he asked.
"I sure do," Marge said. She sat up and straddled his hips, holding his cock in one hand and spreading the lips of her hot pussy with the other.
She rose a bit and centered his cock head right at the entrance of her vagina, then settled down on it, letting it pierce her and enter her pussy. She closed her eyes in pleasure and sighed as she felt it sliding farther and farther into her.
She kept going until it was in all the way. It felt wonderful to her to possess Mike's big cock again. She had been dreaming of his tool ever since that first time a few days before. She had actually been dreaming about it.
She raised herself back up, letting his cock ease out of her cunt again. She moved up until only the head remained inside her hot, wet opening, then once again began to settle back down in it.
She moved faster and faster until she had a good rhythm going. Mike felt the pressure building up in his balls and knew that at this rate he wouldn't last too long and there were plenty of other things he wanted to do with Marge before he tired himself out too much.
"Better stop that," he suggested.
"All right," Marge laughed. "Only I wish that men could be like women."
"What do you mean?" Mike asked.
"I mean that I wish men could come again and again like women are able to do. That way we could fuck our brains out and not worry about getting tired," she said.
"Hmmm, that would be nice," he agreed. "But since we're not the same, you'd better stop that."
Marge raised herself up off his cock, letting it slide from her tight pussy and plop against his stomach. "What would you like to do now?" she asked.
"I'd like to eat you," he said.
"Mmm," Marge sighed, "that sounds fine to me." She moved around so that she was straddling his face. She looked down at his handsome features and lowered her pussy slowly and teasingly to his mouth.
She had gotten good and wet from-having his cock in her cunt and that was just the way he liked a pussy to be, good and wet. The more cunt juice, the nicer. He extended his tongue, ran it through her cunt lips, and sucked up a big mouthful of her sweet juice.
He swallowed and immediately went back for more of the same. Again he filled his mouth with her tasty fluid. Marge sighed audibly and he knew he was hitting the right spots.
She began a slow, rhythmic movement, sliding her cunt back and forth across his slurping mouth, then increasing her strokes and covering his entire face with her cunt juice. Mike loved that, she knew, and she wanted to please him, as well as herself.
She felt Mike's hot tongue searing into her pussy, lapping at her and pulling the juices from her insides. She was getting very hot and knew she was going to come any minute now. But she also knew that she didn't have Mike's problem. She could come again and again and still have something left over. She decided that she would come.
She began pumping her cunt back and forth faster and faster. Mike knew what she was up to and he jammed his tongue inside her as far as he could and left it like that while she continued to gyrate her cunt. His tongue slid in and out of her pussy again and again, causing her to produce more and more love juice.
Suddenly she began moaning loudly and begging him to lap her faster and faster, which he gladly did. He reamed her cunt with his tongue, slurping up her spilling juices as fast as she could produce them.
"Mike, ohhh, Mike," she cried over and over. "I'm coming, I'm coming, ahhhh."
Her gyrations increased until she was moving in a fever pitch. She came not once but twice, rubbing her cunt all over his face, feeling his talented tongue lapping at her cunt like no man had lapped her before.
Finally her movements slowed and she rested. She moved back a little, sitting on his chest and placing her hands on either side of his head. She smiled down at him, breathing hard, her heart beating wildly in her lovely chest.
"Now turn around and let me take care of the other end," Mike smiled up at her.
Almost without regard for her own well-being, Marge got up and turned in the opposite direction. She straddled his face again, only this time with her ass instead of her cunt. She lowered her hips, bringing her sweet, lovely ass closer and closer to Mike's face.
Mike reached up and pulled her down to within reach. He kissed her soft, creamy asscheeks, nibbling her flesh and causing her to jump in excitement.
"Ohh, Mike, that tickles," she giggled.
"I'll give you something that won't tickle so much," he said, sliding his tongue into her sweet crack.
She jumped again, only this time it was from pleasure, the sheer delight of having his tongue at her anus. She pressed down to his mouth again and Mike slid his tongue all the way up and down the length of her crack.
She covered his face with her soft ass cheeks, sliding back and forth, pressing her ass tighter and tighter against his face. Mike couldn't breathe too easily, but he wasn't worried a bit about it. He could think of no nicer way to go.
He lapped her crack for all he was worth, making her come again. It wasn't long before she was writhing about in ecstasy for the second time that afternoon. She called out his name over and over, panting and gasping for air as he drove her wild with his ass-lapping.
She had another terrific orgasm, and then, almost without break, she pulled her ass away from his face and straddled his hips, her feet on the seat of the sofa. She rubbed his cockhead up and down against her cunt and slid it into her vagina. She gasped delightedly as his big dong entered her, but not as much as she would a minute later, because having Mike's cock in her pussy wasn't her ultimate objective.
After pumping up and down on his tool for a few seconds, she raised up again and placed the head at the opening of her shithole.
She had a bit of trouble inserting it in her tight, pink opening and Mike helped her. He took his cock in both his hands and held it still while she lowered her ass onto it. It slapped fairly easily into the tight orifice, as well-lubricated as it was with her slick cunt juice. She sighed loudly as she felt it pierce her.
"Mike, ohhh, yes, Mike, fuck me, fuck me, Mike, fuck my ass, ohhh, please fuck me."
She pressed down farther and farther until most of the long length of his cock was inside her asshole. Then she moved up and down on it, letting it slide in and out. Mike was content just to watch his cock sliding into her hole again and again.
But his balls were rapidly filling with cream and this fact kept him from staying still too long. He began to thrust his hips up and down, sending his cock into Marge's sweet ass again and again.
Marge was getting so hot that she was becoming dizzy. She found it hard to maintain her balance in that position so she lay down on top of Mike. He took her in his arms from the rear and cupped her full, firm tits, playing with her nipples he drove his cock into her ass again and again.
He felt her tight sphincter gripping the base of his prick like a hand, milking the come from his balls, making the cream in them reach almost to the boiling point.
A few minutes later it did boil and in its boiling spilled over and shot up the length of his cock. When this happened Marge was already in the middle of an orgasm. Her tight asshole clamped down on his cock and she felt his hot cream pour into her.
She pounded her ass up and down on his spouting prick, sucking the come from it with her wonderful asshole. Her anus worked like a mouth, drawing the cream from him faster even than he could produce it.
They struggled against each other for a long time, Marge pressing her ass down on his cock and humping away at her sweet behind as though the world depended on it.
Finally they crumpled into exhaustion and neither of them moved for a long while. Mike just lay there holding Marge in his arms. They drifted off into a light slumber and slept for almost an hour. When they woke up, Mike's cock was still up Marge's ass.
Laughingly Marge pressed her anal muscles together time after time and forced Mike's soft cock from her hole. They both had a good laugh over the way she did it. Then she rose up off him and suggested they go to dinner.
"Great idea," Mike said. "I'm starved."
They dressed and went to the dining room. They were served their meal and throughout saw no sign of Linda. Mike figured that she must be terribly angry at him and didn't want to see him. That was all right with him; he didn't feel like seeing her either.
After supper Marge and Mike went back to her cabin and spent the rest of the evening there. They fucked again, Mike giving her asshole a good workout, both with his tongue and his cock, and soon they were pretty tired and decided to get some sleep.
Mike asked Marge if he could spend the night in her cabin and she said she didn't think that would be a good idea, since a similar thing had happened once before and Linda had gotten very angry about it. Her man was not there when she wanted him and she held Marge responsible.
Mike wanted to spare Marge any further confrontations with Linda, since she was just an innocent third party and, after a final kiss, went to his own cabin and slept. He slept well. Marge had drained all the tension from him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days went by without any sign of Linda. She hadn't come out of her cabin since the day Mike had raped her. He didn't think she was about to slash her wrists over such an incident, but he was worried that she might be ill or something, so he asked the steward if he had heard from her. The man said that he had been serving her her meals in her cabin and that she appeared to be well, though in bad humor. Mike thanked the man, then went to pay his usual call on Marge.
Marge was glad to see him and kissed him as soon as soon as he was inside her door. He began peeling her clothes off right away and had her almost naked when another knock came upon the door.
Damn! Mike thought as he turned to open it and see who it was. He waited until Marge had gotten her blouse back on before turning the lock.
It was the steward, the man he had spoken to only a few minutes earlier. "Mrs. Williams wishes to see you, sir," he said.
"Tell her I'll be by in a little while," Mike said. He wanted to get finished with Marge first. He had had a wet dream the night before and was anxious to get laid.
"She says that you must come right away, sir," the steward insisted.
"All right," Mike said disgustedly. He buttoned his shirt back up and told Marge he'd be back right away, or at least as soon as he could manage it.
He walked to Linda's cabin and knocked. She told him to enter and he opened the door and walked in. She was sitting on the sofa against the opposite wall, legs crossed and looking quite stern. Her eyes were a bit red and it looked as though she might have been crying a little earlier, though Mike didn't think she was the type to cry.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"I most certainly did," she replied in a harsh voice.
"What about?" he asked disinterestedly.
"You upset me in that tone of voice, Mike," she said angrily. "You're working for me and you'll show the proper respect."
"You've got to earn respect, Linda," he said. "Money can't buy it. Not real respect anyway."
"That will be enough, Mike," she repeated. "I won't stand for this."
"All right, you won't have to," he said, turning as if to leave.
"Mike," she called, almost in a shout.
"Yes?" he asked, smiling slightly. The thought of being able to upset her so easily appealed to him. After what she had done to him two days earlier he was enjoying doing this little thing to her.
"Mike ... I'm paying you ... paying you well ... and as long as I'm doing so you'll follow orders. Is that clear?"
"Very clear," Mike said. A satisfied, a conquering look came over Linda's face. But it disappeared even more quickly as he added, "but you're not paying me any more. I quit."
He turned to go. But he stopped as he heard his name called again, this time in a greatly different voice. A hurt voice ... a voice that contained the cry of every sex-hungry woman in the world. "Mike...."
He turned again and as he did so he had to look down to see Linda. She was on her knees in front of him, tugging at his zipper. She had it open before he even realized what was happening, had his cock out a second later and had his prick in her mouth right after that.
His cock had been soft when first Linda had put it in her mouth, but it was growing hard in a hurry. She was sucking it expertly, even urgently, as though arousing him was the most important thing in the world. And to her it was.
She made hungry noises in her throat as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth. She had held the length of it inside before she was forced to stop. She let it out and then sucked it back in again and again.
Mike was torn between pulling his cock from her sucking mouth and leaving it there. On the one hand he disliked her and wanted nothing more to do with her, on the other she was giving him one hell of a blow-job and he had been very horny anyway.
He stayed. He just stood there looking down at the older woman as her mouth worked frantically up and 'down on his swollen prick. He tried to keep still, to show no emotion, but he found it difficult to do so under the fantastic stimulation she was giving him.
Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy with tears. "Mike...." she said in a voice that begged for mercy. "Mike, don't go, don't leave me. I need you, Mike. Ohhh, I'm so lonely without you."
"Get up, Linda," he said in a tired voice. He was a sucker and he knew it. What he should have done was walk out the door and leave her there on her knees. It would serve her right. But he was helpless in the sight of a crying woman.
She slowly rose and he told her to sit back down on the sofa. She turned and did so, looking suddenly older. She sat down and he remained in his standing position. "Linda," he said, about to make a speech, the words of which he did not yet know.
"Mike, I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me. Please."
"All right, Linda. Stop that crying now. There's no need for it. I'm not leaving, not yet."
He knew he wouldn't be able to think straight as long as she was shedding those woman tears of hers. He had to make her stop. She stopped.
"Linda, let's get something straight," he said, trying his best not to sound the way she had sounded the last time she had spoken to him in that irritating manner. "I'm working for you, but I'm not a slave. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, yes, I understand," she said after a short pause.
"I'm not sure you do," he said. "Look now, you're upset because you think I did something terrible o you the other day, right?"
"I'm ... I'm not upset about that any more," she said.
"Well, just in case you are ... or in case you don't understand why you shouldn't be," he said, "I'll explain things to you. Do you realize what you did to me that brought that on? Well, do you?"
"I ... I don't know," she began. "We were making love and all of a sudden you got violent."
"Horseshit," he shouted. "We weren't making love. I was sucking your ass. Damn it, can't you see what you wanted me to do? You knew how horny I was, and you thought only of your own pleasure. You enjoyed seeing me that way, so fucking horny I wanted to masturbate. You enjoyed it.
"And you wanted me to go on giving you pleasure. I had already made you come twice. Now sex I dig, baby, but not sado-masochism. That's not my bag. Do you hear me?"
"I'm sorry," she said.
"You want to fuck with me any more, baby," he said, "you do it my way. We share things. Do you hear? All the money in the world can't buy this cock of mine. You want it, you'll have to have it like a woman has it, in mutual sex, not like a greedy pig. We're equals, understand? If we're going to have sex, we're going to do it as equals."
"Yes, Mike," Linda answered meekly.
Mike put his cock back in his pants. "I'll see you later, baby," he said. He turned and headed for the door.
"Mike, please don't go," Linda begged. "I'm so horny. I've got to have you now."
"Sorry," he said. "But I was right in the middle of something important. I'll see you in a little while. I've got to go now."
He shut the door behind him. He didn't want to tell her that he was going to make love to Marge first. No sense in creating any unnecessary friction between the two women. And he didn't want to leave Marge waiting for him while he made love to Linda. That wouldn't have been fair.
He returned to Marge's cabin. "What happened?" she asked.
Mike broke into a big smile. "On her knees," he said. "Right down on her damn knees."
"What?" Marge asked. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, she was nasty as hell at first," Mike told her. "But when she saw that I wasn't going to take any of her shit she broke down and cried."
"No kidding?" Marge asked incredulously. "She's never done that before. How did you make her crawl?"
"I didn't make her do anything," Mike said. "She seemed to want to. I guess it's the first time anyone's told her off."
"I guess so," Marge said. "And I'm glad you did it."
"Fuck her," Mike said suddenly. "Let's continue where we left off." He swept Marge up into his arms and gave her a big squeeze and a kiss. Then he began undressing her again, quickly and expertly. Linda's mouth on his cock had put him in the mood to fuck in a hurry and he didn't want to waste any time.
When he was finished undressing Marge he ripped off his own clothes. Then he picked the girl up in his arms and carried her over to her bed, laid her down upon it, and climbed on top of her.
He spread her thighs and almost immediately plunged his cock into her cunt. He humped her faster and faster, feeling the come welling up in his balls. She cried out in passion, signaling him that she was about to come.
He was right with her. He pumped her faster and faster, furiously trying to free his tortured balls of their burden. He felt the first hot bolt of come shoot up the length of his cock and erupt into her tight pussy.
Then came the second, and the third. How many more fiery bolts he shot into her he didn't know. He lost count. Reality disappeared and all that was left was the extreme passion that they both felt.
When it was over they settled down on the bed and Mike found to his surprise that he was more energetic than usual. He slid his cock into her pussy a few more times, just for the hell of it, then stopped and raised himself up, looking into Marge's pretty blue eyes.
"You know," he said, "that's the first time I've ever come in the right hole?"
"All my holes are right," she joked. "You can come in any one of them and it'll feel right."
Mike eased his cock from her and sat up. He didn't want to expend any more of his come than he had to. After all he had promised that he would service Linda as soon as he was finished with his urgent business.
He chatted for a while longer with Marge, then dressed. He told her what he had to do and she laughed. "You're a busy man," she said.
He just gave her a smile and got up to leave. "See you later," he said on his way out the door. He hoped he would have the strength to do so.
Then he found himself at Linda's door. He hesitated, wondering whether or not he should go through with it. He didn't really want to fuck her, when he thought about it. Not on an intellectual level anyway. But he managed to get himself to think of her as just another horny woman and knocked.
"C-come in," he heard her call from inside.
He opened the door and went in. She was wearing a negligee, a sheer one that he could see through. And along with' it she was wearing fresh make-up. She looked a lot younger than she had before. And a lot more attractive. Maybe fucking her wouldn't be so bad after all.
The negligee was a set, that is, there were matching panties beneath it, very tiny ones that barely covered her private parts. There was no bra and he could clearly see her erect pink nipples through the sheer fabric.
He felt his cock growing hard again as he approached her. She tried to act less horny than she felt but she was a poor actress. "May I get you a drink?" she asked.
"Please," Mike said. "Scotch and soda."
She mixed two drinks and brought them back, handed one to him and sat down. She took a sip of her drink and set it on the coffee table. "Let's be friends, Mike," she suggested.
"All right," he said. "Let's be." He smiled cordially. He hoped he was putting on a convincing act because he certainly didn't feel that way toward her.
She leaned back in her seat. She crossed her legs and showed a generous amount of thigh beneath the bottom of the short, revealing negligee. Mike looked down at that lovely thigh and couldn't help but touch it.
Linda immediately turned to him and raised her lips to his. He kissed her, felt her tongue dart against his lips. He parted his lips and slipped his own tongue into her mouth. She nibbled and sucked at it, as though it were her life force.
"Mike, ohhh, Mike," she sighed. "I want to make love, Mike, please make love to me."
Mike set down his drink and turned to her, taking her in his strong arms and kissing her hard and long. They faced one another on the sofa and he began to caress her full body with his hands, exploring every inch of her through the filmy negligee.
Then he slipped his hands beneath the almost non-existent fabric and touched her skin. She shivered with delight at his touch. "Mike, Mike," she called again.
She reached down and unzipped his pants, slipping her hand inside the opening thus formed and feeling for his cock. She had no trouble finding it in its semi-erect state and squeezed it anxiously, as though she were afraid that if she let it go she would never have it again.
She pulled his cock out and felt it grow longer and thicker while she held it. When it reached its full size she began to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
While she was doing this, Mike opened the front of the top of her negligee and pulled it back. Her breasts were exposed and he lowered his mouth to them, sucking one of her delicious nipples into his mouth.
She sighed again and arched her back so that her tit pressed against his sucking mouth. He nibbled it hungrily, the sex bout with Marge having only taken the edge off his sexual appetite, not doing away with it.
He moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked on that one as well. While sucking her tits he was busily working his hand into the front of her panties.
He felt the downy softness of her cunt hair and ran his fingers into it. He felt her hard clit through her cunt lips and played with it, taking it into his fingers and rolling it back and forth while Linda rubbed her pussy against his hand.
Her cunt was very hot and wet and he knew that she must be terribly aroused. She had not once quit beating his meat in an attempt to arouse him to a similar state. She wanted him desperately, he knew.
Linda finally released his prick and Mike slipped the top of her negligee off her. Then he pulled her panties down over her hips and slid them from her legs. She was busily undressing him at the same time.
She took off his shirt and then opened his pants. He stood up and peeled his pants down and then his shorts and both of them were naked. He took the women in his arms again and pressed his body full length against hers.
"Let's go to the bed," he whispered in her ear. "There's more room to play."
She smiled and stood up. He followed her into the bedroom, watching the gentle swaying of her full hips and her firm ass as she led the way. She sat down on the edge of the bed and he sat next to her, taking her into his arms again.
Then he kissed her and pushed her backward. He lay down on top of her and ground his hard cock against her pussy. Then he got an idea. He was anxious to fuck her ass again. The other time he did it he derived a great enjoyment from the act and wanted to try it again, though he knew that this time he would have to be more gentle with her. No sense hurting her for no reason.
He rolled her over and kissed her soft ass cheeks thoroughly. He lapped all over the firm globes, all the while moving closer and closer to the deep crevice at their center. Then he slipped his tongue into her crack and lapped up and down its length.
"Mike! Ohh, yes, suck me, Mike. Suck my ass. Ohh, please suck me," she begged.
Her ass was almost at the edge of the bed so he knelt on the side and spread her thighs apart and knelt in between them. He spread her beautiful ass cheeks and gazed down at the pink bud of her asshole, twitching with anticipation as it awaited the renewed touch of his talented tongue.
He applied his mouth to her crack again, holding her ass cheeks apart so that he could get a good view of what he was doing. He moved his tongue back and forth against the pink pucker of tender flesh and listened to her beg him to stick his tongue inside.
That was just what he wanted to do and so he did it. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her lovely asshole and pushed it inside. Linda gasped with pleasure as she felt the entrance. She begged him to shove it in further.
He pressed harder against her asshole and more of his talented tongue slipped into the tight opening. He moved it around and around inside her, listening to her horny sighing. She was moving her ass up and down in a slow humping motion, sliding it on and off his probing tongue.
She was trembling with delight, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before she would come. He rose to his feet and straddled her hips. Then he took his cock in his hands and rubbed it up and down through her wet cunt lips.
He inserted it in her pussy for a second, wetting it well, then pulled it out again and pressed it against the pink bud of her asshole, where his tongue had been a moment before.
"Ohh, yes, fuck me, Mike. Fuck my ass. Ohhh, please fuck my ass."
Mike pressed downward against the rubbery orifice and managed to slip his thick cock head into her asshole. Linda let out a pleasurable cry and begged him to go on. Which is just what he did.
He pressed down again and more of his cock slid into her. He watched its progress as it entered her and felt her tight shithole twitching and grabbing his cock shaft.
"Mike! Ahhh, yes, fuck me, Mike. Ohhh, that feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me."
Mike lay down on top of her and slipped his hands beneath her chest. He cupped her firm tits and squeezed them homily as he pumped more and more of his cock into her. Soon he felt her soft ass cheeks pressed flat under his hips as his cock went into her up to the hilt.
She pushed back against him, rising up off the bed a bit as she did so, and remained in that position, writhing her ass back and forth, making his cock move around and around inside her tight asshole.
Mike's balls were rapidly filling with cream and he couldn't get over how great Linda's asshole felt on his horny prick.
Her inner walls were clenching again and again and generating a large amount of heat, which seemed to be soothing any tension he was feeling toward her out of him, making him want her as much as she wanted him.
He drew back, sliding half the length of his prick from her ass and then quickly shot it back into her. Again she gasped, this time louder than ever. She was twisting around beneath him like a snake, humping her ass back against him again and again.
His big balls were resting against her cunt and she gently closed her soft thighs on them and held them there, massaging them delightfully with the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
"Linda-ohh, yes. Your ass feels so good, baby. Sooo good. Move, baby, hump against me. Make me feel good."
Mike was glad that he had chosen to fuck the woman after all. Her ass felt so great it was hard to believe. She really knew how to use her body, every part of it, and she was driving him wild with desire from the fantastic motions of her anus.
He found it impossible to remain still. He couldn't keep himself from humping her faster and faster, sliding his cock again and again into her tight shithole. And the faster he moved, the faster she moved. Soon he felt the come welling up in his balls and he knew the moment of truth was near.
"Linda, ohhh. Fuck, baby, fuck," he cried out. "Oh, shit baby, I'm gonna come. Move that sweet ass of yours. Ohhh, move it, Linda."
"Mike, come, come," Linda cried back in a high pitched voice. "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me, I'm coming. Ohhh, I'm coming."
They pounded away at one another for a long time. Mike felt wave after wave of hot come shooting up through his cock and emptying into her sweet ass. He fucked her furiously, like an animal, his animal lust manifesting itself in passion.
Mike slid one hand down to her cunt and fingered her clit as he fucked her ass harder and harder. He slammed his cock home again and again, no longer even aware of what he was doing, just draining all the pleasure he could from the moment.
They collapsed in a spent heap on the bed, Mike with one hand still on Linda's soft breast, the other in her pussy, stroking and fondling her there, breathing heavily on one another, drenched in perspiration.
"Linda, what a fuck you are. What a great damn fuck you are," sighed Mike.
"Mike," Linda gasped, "ohh, it was wonderful, Mike-just wonderful. I came so many times."
He rolled off her and turned to the side to look at her. She had the body of a woman half her age, firm and young looking. He stroked his hand up and down the length of her back and over her creamy ass cheeks. If he weren't so tired he would have buried his face in that wonderful ass again.
The next few weeks were going fairly well, Mike servicing both the women in turn, having to work out a schedule after a while to get the most out of himself. Linda was opposed to the schedule at first, wanting Mike all to herself, but he had to straighten her out.
He told her that he was going to fuck whoever he wanted when he wanted and if she didn't like it she could do without him altogether. She didn't want to have to go without him and so she agreed.
Her humility lasted for quite a while. She became a lot more reasonable and didn't show any signs of greediness or bossiness again until they reached Europe. Then, slowly and subtly, she began slipping into her old ways.
Mike didn't bring the subject to her attention at first, he thought that she had a right to get angry at times and he didn't want to be her boss any more than he wanted her to be his. But it did start getting on his nerves and that old feeling that he wanted to leave the ship began to come over him again.
He talked the matter over with Marge one night while they were making love, asked her what she was going to do. He wanted to know if she still planned to quit working for Linda when they returned to New York.
She said that although she had temporarily abandoned her plans to do so because Linda had seemed to have changed, she now realized that Linda would never really change. She had been used all of her life to having people jump at her command and that nothing was going to change her from that permanently.
Mike said he felt the same way but he had wanted to get her opinion on the matter before doing anything rash. After all, who wanted to quit a job in which all one had to do is to fuck two beautiful women as often as possible?
But his mind was now made up. In two days they would be in France. They were set to dock at Volueraige, the little port town in which Mike had met, and learned the art of anal intercourse from Michele.
He would perhaps stay around there for a while, fucking the daylights out of Michele, and then catch a job on another freighter. Back to the good life for him. Marge said that she would be sad to see him go but she understood how he must feel.
He suggested that she get off then too and take a plane on home, but she said that relations between herself and Linda were still fairly good and that there would be no problem if she stayed on board. Anyway, she wouldn't mind going on one last cruise.
The ship docked at the little port Mike had come to love and he announced his intentions then to Linda about leaving her employ. She was shocked but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She cried bitter tears and Mike had to explain to her just why he was leaving.
He said that he found it unbearable to want a woman sexually and yet dislike her personality so much. He suggested she do some deep inspection, find out why she was that way, and that he would look her up the next time he was in New York, which shouldn't be so long after all.
She asked him if he would ever consider sailing with her again and he said that he would give the matter some thought. That seemed to satisfy her and they parted on a somewhat friendly basis.
While the ship was refueling and getting the other necessary things done to it everyone went ashore for some sightseeing. Mike noted with glee that all the ship's crew headed for the bars and the women, just as every ship's crew in the world was bound to do. The fact that they were working for a millionairess did nothing to make them any different.
Mike laughingly asked Marge if she'd like to join them in bar hopping and to his surprise she said that she would like that very much.
So off they went to the nearest bar.
They walked into the dimly lit place and after allowing a minute to adjust to the low level of light, they walked up to the bar and ordered drinks. Mike picked his up and turned around to survey the situation, the way he would do if he were trying to pick up a girl.
He saw a man leaning over a table in the far corner, saw just a small bit of the side of his face, actually, and thought the man looked familiar. "Come on, Marge," he said. "I want to go see something."
She went with him to the crowded corner where the man was and as soon as they approached, Mike knew he had been right. "Tony," he called.
Tony looked up quickly, saw that it was Mike and ran up to his old friend, taking him in his arms and giving him the old sailor's hug. They wrestled about, laughing gleefully for a long while. They almost managed to knock over several tables with their wild greeting.
Finally they separated. "Mike, you old son of a gun," Tony yelled. "How the hell are you?"
"Great, Tony," Mike yelled back, wearing one of the biggest smiles he had ever worn.
"What the hell you doin' here?" Tony asked. "Shit, I never expected to meet you here."
"Me either," Mike said. "What a fuckin' coincidence." Then he remembered that he was with Marge. "Tony, wait, there's someone I'd like you to meet," he said.
He introduced Marge to Tony and saw that they liked each other immediately. Then he remembered Michele and got an idea. He had been itching to fuck the girl for a long time, for over a month now, to be exact, since the last time he had fucked her. He wondered if Marge would like to make it with Tony. From the happy expression on her face, it was plain that she would.
"Hey, want to pay a visit on an old friend?" Mike asked Marge and Tony.
"Who?" Tony asked. "I didn't know you had friends here. Ohh, you mean-" His hands cut the air with a large figure eight.
"Yeah, her," Mike laughed. "Michele."
"Let's go," Marge said.
The three of them left the bar and headed out of town for Michele's place. They arrived there ten minutes later and Mike knocked on the door of her little house. She opened the door, saw who it was, and ran into his arms.
"Mike! Mike!" she called excitedly. "You've come back! I'm so glad you've come back, Mike."
"Michele, it's good to see you. Ohh, baby, you know I've missed you."
"Come inside," Michele said. "Let's have a drink-come on in."
She ushered the three visitors into her house and asked them to sit down. Then she brought out a bottle and poured them all drinks. Mike introduced his friends to her and she greeted them warmly.
They sat around and talked for a while, then Michele whispered in Mike's ear that she was horny and wanted his cock up her ass again. The idea appealed to Mike and he asked his friends, Marge and Tony, if they'd like to join them in a little orgy. They both said they would, of course.
They went into the bedroom and quickly stripped out of their clothes. Mike watched as Michele peeled out of her blouse and her big tits popped out. He feasted his eyes on the huge globes, on their hard, ripe nipples.
Then she stepped out of her skirt and panties and he grabbed hold of her. His own clothes were already lying on the floor in a pile and he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed.
He buried his face between the large, soft mounds of her tits and hungrily nibbled her flesh, sucking her nipples into his mouth and working them over with his tongue and his teeth. Michele grabbed his head and pulled it tightly to her breasts.
Then Mike began to work his way downward, toward her hot cunt. He wanted to get a taste of her delicious pussy, and quickly. He kissed his way down over her abdomen, pausing to tongue her navel, and then moved his lips through her downy cunt hair and into her wet pussy.
He lapped up a big mouthful of her sweet cunt juice and then sucked at her hard clit, which was already protruding through her cunt lips. He sucked the love bud far into his mouth and nibbled it greedily.
Michele raised her thighs up into the air, placing her feet on his shoulders and giving him plenty of working room. He moved his tongue again and again through her hot, wet cunt and then slowly further downward into the crack of her ass.
She gasped delightedly as she felt his tongue probing at her sensitive asshole. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the rubbery opening, trying to force it inside. Michele wriggled her ass against his mouth in a frantic effort to aid him in the tight entrance.
His tongue slipped into her tasty asshole and he began shoving it in further and further. He moved it around and around inside her, feeling her tight shit hole clamping down over and over again on his talented tongue.
Mike reamed her asshole with her tongue, searing her hot, tight opening again and again. He lapped up the delicious taste of her ass for a long time. Then he raised his face and rolled her over so he could get at her ass more easily.
Michele spread her thighs and Mike immediately went back to lapping her ass. He kissed her buttocks thoroughly, running his tongue all over the large, firm mounds of flesh, kissing and nibbling at her ass. Then he spread her cheeks and slipped his mouth into her crack.
He ran his tongue up and down the length of her ass, feeling her writhing about in anticipation beneath him. He climbed on top of her and stuck his cock into her cunt, wetting it with her slick cunt juice, then pulled it out again and pressed the bulbous head against the tight opening of her asshole.
"Yes, Mike. Now fuck me. I want your cock in my ass, Mike. Fuck me, please fuck me.
Mike got the head of his cock into her tight asshole and began to hump more and more of his meat into her tight opening. He slammed his cock home again and again, driving it farther into her ass with each stroke.
He felt the come forming in his balls, dying to find an escape route. He was dizzy with passion and the room was beginning to spin. He turned his head to the side and next to him on the bed were Tony and Marge in an almost identical position, Tony's cock deep within the confines of Marge's sweet ass, the ass he himself had been fucking for the past couple of weeks.
They came then, the four of them together, hot bolts of come from the men searing the sweet asses of both the women, their bodies writhing about on the bed, pounding, humping, grinding....
There was no end to their pleasure. They could do anything, and the men loved the feel of that tight ass under the two cocks. Mike could feel the gism shoot out of his body, and he knew that he would be limp in a few minutes, but it didn't matter. He liked to feel his cock inside the sweet ass cheeks, and he would always get stiff again.
Tony felt the orgasm drain him of his strength. His arms felt weak. He wanted to pull away from Marge, and sleep or simply rest. He pushed himself against her a few more times, then pulled away. There was a plopping sound as he pulled his cock out of her ass. It sounded almost as if he had pulled a cork out of a bottle.
Marge rolled over and kissed him. She rubbed her boobs onto his chest. She pulled on her fingers with her mouth. She held his hand in her mouth and licked the palm and sucked on every one of the fingers. She bit the tips of the fingers, and chewed on them some more.
Mike, in the meantime, was lying on the bed as Michele rubbed his back. She worked her hand up and down on his body. She rubbed her hand over his spine, and he thrilled to the sensation. He felt something pulse in his body, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he got another erection, and then he would be ready to fuck again. He liked to fuck, and he would never quarrel with the idea. He was going to be with Michele, and that was just fine. Michele was a nice girl, and she could fuck like everything, after all it had been Michele that had shown Mike the way and the new pleasures. He thought back on his first contact with her, and he thought about how he had fucked her in the ass, and how he had sucked on her asshole.
He had thought that it was kind of perverted, but then he had found that he liked it and that he needed it. He had felt himself getting fonder and fonder of that sort of sex, and now here he was on the bed getting ready to fuck again. His peter was pounding and he really wanted to fuck Michele again. She had really been something and he knew that she wanted more.
He kissed her on the nipples. He pulled on her breasts, and she sighed as he worked his mouth up and down on her breasts. He was suddenly struck with the idea, and he decided to do it. He would give her around the world action. He wanted to please her and he knew that that was the kind of thing that would make her happy.
He worked his mouth over her jugs some more. He pulled on the soft flesh with his mouth. He worked his tongue up and down on her body. She was panting as he licked her, and he thought that he was really giving her some nice action. He liked the way that she tasted and he could hardly wait to suck her asshole. He worked his mouth down her body. He kissed her stomach, and fluttered his tongue into her navel. She groaned, and thrust her belly out.
He gripped her ass with his fingers and dug into the flesh a little bit. She felt a slight twinge of pain, and thrust herself out to him. He sucked on her stomach flesh some more. He worked his tongue up and down on her body. She was feeling something hot and pleasurable work inside her, and permeate the rest of her body. She was shaking with excitement as he licked on her body some more. She pulled on his cock with her hand and he seemed to like that a lot.
She ground her pussy against his body and he was feeling the warmth of heightened sexuality coursing through his body. He rubbed his mouth down further. He was not working his mouth over her muff. He kissed her cunt several times, and she could feel something happening in her body. She was so hot and she wanted to feel his cock in her body. She didn't care where it was.
He worked his tongue into her cunt some more. He was licking her folds and pulling on her wrinkles. She was feeling herself get hotter and hotter and then he could feel his cock get ready and he wanted to fuck her sweet ass again. Mike didn't stop there, however, he had told himself that he was going to go around the world on this girl and that was exactly what he was in the process of doing.
He pulled his tongue down further. He worked his lips over her cunt and then he turned his attention to her thighs. He kissed her thighs several times, working his tongue up and down on her body.
Michele was very hot and she enjoyed what was happening to her body. She felt her body aching with desire as he worked his tongue into her loins some more. He was kissing and touching her soft flesh, and making her hotter.
He moved his tongue down, and now he was kissing her legs. He worked his mouth up and down on her leg, and now he got his tongue down to her knees. He kissed her knees, and she was feeling her cunt and asshole desire him. She really wanted him to fuck her.
Mike worked his tongue down to her feet. He kissed her on the feet and sucked on her toes. He worked his toes up and down in his mouth. She was feeling the urges of her cunt making her shake with desire. Mike worked his tongue over the toes. He pulled on each of the toes, and he sucked on them.
She thrilled to the action of his tongue on her toes. She loved what he was doing. Marge was working her hand up and down on Tony's cock. She was pulling on the limp flesh. She worked it up and down in her hand. He was feeling himself get hotter and hotter.
Tony wanted Marge to fuck him. He wanted to have her under him, with his cock enmeshed in her wonderfully tight asshole. Marge pulled on his cock some more, and then he turned her over, aimed his cock at her asshole and pushed himself against her. She gasped as he shoved in. She was feeling herself getting hotter and hotter, and she wanted to have his cock stuck in her, and banging the hell out of her body. That was what she got. She could feel herself shaking as the cock banged into her body.
Michele was being sucked and licked by Mike. Mike worked his tongue up to her asshole, and then he started to do it. He kissed her on the ass. He pulled on her flesh, and she writhed as he did. He bit her several times. He worked his tongue over her and she was feeling herself getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to have her ass fucked.
Mike worked his tongue into her asshole. He could taste some of his gism dripping from her hole. He forced his tongue into her body and pulled out the wad of come, that he had deposited in her. He pulled into his mouth and then he worked his tongue into her some more. She was shaking as he -rimmed her. He worked his fingers into her cunt as he licked her ass out.
He pulled his tongue off her and worked his tongue up her body. He licked her back. He was licking her shoulder and then her neck. He kissed her throat and licked it. They were feeling their bodies getting hotter and hotter.
He kissed her once more and then he started flicking her. He slammed his cock into her body and she was feeling herself getting ready to come. As he fucked her, he fingered her cunt. When she did come, it was a powerful climax as was his. Marge and Tony came too and they could feel their bodies knowing the sweet flush of the orgasm.
