They were two days out from Florida, plowing through the Caribbean en route to Trinidad. The liner's passage was cushioned against a rather choppy sea by its stabilizers and only a fractional listing and an occasional sway to the deck disturbed the tranquility of the ship's 480 passengers.
As far as the eye could see stretched the mighty expanse of blue water now beginning to glow a deep crimson under the dying rays of the sun. The cruise was routine, a regular fortnightly trip between the ports which showed not the slightest indication of being any different from the hundreds of identical journeys made by the "PROMETHEUS".
The liner cruised on. In its wake, like en ever-spreading flurry of white snow, frothed the sea churned to a bubbling path behind the ship's steady progression.
Dwarfed, even miniaturized by the immensity of the ocean, the ship moved steadily towards her destination. A self-contained little world: a tiny microcosm of life afloat on a seemingly infinite sea.
The sunset turned the decks to gold, bathing the white wood in majestically tinged light which rendered the electrical power shabby and ineffectual. Thronging the ship's rail, a hushed silence expressing their awe, were most of the passengers. Dinner had ended a few minutes earlier and before moving into the saloons for coffee they had wandered out onto the main deck to drink in the beauty of the dying sun.
Standing apart from the others, arms tightly around each other's waists, a young couple leaned over the rail and stared at the glory which stretched to the far horizon. They remained there without moving for several minutes, oblivious to the smiles and the remarks which their closeness drew from passers-by.
The last rays faded, bringing an uncanny darkness to the ocean as if the liner had been swallowed irretrievably in a black, infinite ocean ... and the passengers began to drift quickly into the brightly lit saloons, taking refuge from the sudden, tangible gloom which whispered around the ship.
The couple remained at the rail, blissfully unaware of the fact that they were now alone. They were, of course, honeymooners. Arthur Dennison and his bride Denise, still savoring the sweetness of their three-day marriage.
He was a copywriter for one of the big advertising agencies in New York. Successful, attractive, career-minded, Dennison was an almost frighteningly typical example of his age and class. He had swallowed the American Dream whole: every aspect of the American way of life had been incorporated into his personality, in every way he was representative af the norm.
Six-feet tall, bronzed, aggressively masculine, Dennison had shone with equal brilliance in academic and athletic contests at college. He was, to be brief, one of the last surviving specimens of that fast-dying breed, the Ail-American Boy.
Materialism was his God, Mammon his idol. Slowly but surely he was climbing the ladder of success, collecting en route the prizes which society offered to those of its members who obeyed her laws without question: Dennison had a house, a summer retreat in Canada; he owned cine-equipment, a hi-fi-system, several modern paintings.
And his marriage to Denise had proved to be one of the most valuable trophies of all. The daughter of a wealthy Californian banker, Denise was his counterpart in every particular. She had been born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth and it had never been removed.
Elegant, beautiful, cultured ... Denise was a wish fulfillment in the flesh a dream come true, but only for a man like Arthur Dennison who was willing to provide her with the way of life to which she had grown accustomed.
Everyone agreed that the couple had made an ideal match. And an element of fairy-tale drama provided by the fact that Arthur had attained his present position by ruthless hard work and vaulting ambition; rising from the slums like a jet-age Phoenix to the rarified sir of Madison Avenue gave their romance an added interest which the society columns were quick to pounce on.
The gossip writers had given them a great deal of space, emphasizing the rags-to-riches angle with undisguised glee; telling their readers that it proved once again that the spirit of the New Frontier wasn't dead in spite of the cynics, the hippies and the college drop-outs.
Arthur Dennison had shown America, they claimed, that anybody could partake of the good life, providing they worked at it. All that was needed was dedication and the will to succeed...
But perhaps we should take a closer look at the couple standing there at the ship's rail and watching the stars slowly twinkling into light. Is their silence and their apparently mutual adoration really sincere? Take Arthur first. What thoughts are ticking beneath that neatly-brushed blonde hair? Are they really as sweet and dreamy as his facial expression hints? Or is it possible that those slightly parted lips the teeth white, capped and even hide a silence which is born of unease ... even indifference?
So I've got it all now: money, position, a beautiful woman. Denise ... Oh, Denise, you empty, vacant bitch! Why am I standing here with you on this goddamned boat? Is this what life's all about? Is this the goal the end? To stand here with you and watch this black ocean stretching out forever in front of us? To eat the best food in the best surroundings? To feel life slipping away like this? There has to be some other meaning there has to be! Careful! Dont let her see you frowning! She mustn't suspect that everything isn't as rosy as she believes ... Oh, Denise, we're wrong! Can't you see how wrong we are? This isn't living! It can't be! There's more to it than this! It suddenly hit me at the wedding. All my life I'd struggled as hard as I could to get this far. To stand next to a beautiful woman at a society wedding and know that I'd made it! That I'd finally made it! And then, just suddenly, everything started to drop out from under me. I saw through is all: saw how empty and ridiculous the whole thing was! But you don't think so, do you, Denise. If I told you what's going through my mind now you'd be horrified, wouldn't you? You'd be shocked out of your mind! I know, because it shocks me! Truly is does. It terrifies me! It's different for you, you've never known any other kind of life and you didn't have to fight for all this material wealth. But I did! I did! And to suddenly realise you've been chasing a dream is ... is ... Listen, you're just going through a period of depression. It's not like that at all, you hear me? It can't be! This is what you want you're not wrong, tell yourself you're not wrong! But then I look at you again (all the time trying not to let you see what's going on in my mind) and it comes back! The feeling comes back! Stronger than ever! Denise, what am I going to do! I want to run, I want to back out ... and it's driving me crazy...
AND DENISE
Why do I feel like this? I wasn't rushed into it I thought it all out before I made up my mind to marry him. Was it last night? The first time we'd really made love to each other? I know it wasn't as good as I thought it would be, but well, it was the first time! Tonight it'll be better! Of course it will! All right, so Arthur is rather inexperienced it won't take long for us to get to know each other and then we'll have wonderful, wonderful times in bed together I know we will! And that is the only thing that's wrong, isn't it? Isn't it? I don't know ... I just can't get it out of my head that I've made a terrible mistake! It's ridiculous, of course, but there it is! I feel as if I've betrayed somebody by marrying Arthur but I couldn't have! How could I? Wait a minute! ... No, it couldn't be! That was such a long time ago, it's finished, it's dead and gone ... Anyway, I was just a kid then I was still at college! And in any case we were only fooling around neither of us took it seriously, did we? Those sort of sorority affairs aren't meant to have any real, lasting significance ... If I could only tell Arthur what's worrying me get it off my chest! But how can you tell your husband a thing like that? He'd go crazy! Especially Arthur! If it was another man it would be bad enough. But a girl ... ! Oh, it makes me feel sick just to think about it ... But Carole I just can't get you out of my mind...
"I feel cold", she said suddenly. "Arthur let's have coffee and a drink. Let's go inside where it's warm. Please, darling! Take me in..."
Arthur looked down at her but Denise wouldn't meet his eyes. Her body trembled against his, a faint but distinct palpitation. He frowned a little, then slipped his arm securely about her waist and led her through the glass-fronted door into the saloon.
They drank coffee in silence, sitting opposite each other in a quiet corner of the lounge. And Arthur realized that the silence between them had now extended for a long, long time. Too long...
He cleared his throat. "Darling is anything wrong? Anything the matter?"
Denise shook her head quickly. "Nothing", she said, her eyes lowered to the table. Then, leaning across to him: "Arthur take me to our cabin! Make love to me, darling! Oh God, I want you so much to love me!
Her intensity frightened him. Denise had never had that expression in her eyes before, and Arthur was aware that he felt extremely uncomfortable before it. She was breaking all the rules, he thought. People like them didn't reveal their emotions so nakedly. It was
obscene!
Besides, he couldn't make love to her: not now. Not after the revelation he'd just had about his true feelings. Arthur knew that they were focused mainly on Denise, but they also extended to take in his life
his whole life. Everything seemed like a mockery now, his career, his philosophy, his material possessions; everything!
They made their way down to the cabin. The cabin in the first class section of the liner, the cabin which Denise's father had paid for. Arthur bit his lip in anger as he walked through the door and ran his eyes over the spacious, luxuriously appointed room.
It made him feel more and more that he had been bought. This was part of his dowry! part of his reward for being a "good guy" all his life...
Resentment boiled to the surface of his mind and bubbled over, making him slam the door shut with more force than he had intended. Denise turned her head sharply at the noise, and he mumbled an apology.
"There is something wrong, isn't there?" Denise asked quietly. "I can feel it it's like en electric current between us". She moved to his side, took his hand and drew him beside her on one of the twin beds.
"While we were standing outside, watching the sun set, I could sense a kind of atmosphere building up. Please, darling, don't deny it". Arthur had started to shake his head in protestation. Denise cradled his face with her palm, stroking softly down his cheek with the tips of her fingers.
"Arthur, listen to me, baby". Her voice was low and tender, her free hand reaching out to turn the light off. A click. And through the porthole came only the distant glow of the moon to light the cabin. She felt her husband relax a little, knowing it was because she could no longer see his face clearly...
"It's the excitement of the wedding, that's all. It's just hit us, I'm sure that's all it is. All the publicity, the family and friends crowding us all the time it was bound to make us have a delayed reaction.
"We're tensed up, darling. But we've got to be honest with each other we mustn't start off our marriage feeling that we've got to disguise our moods. Arthur I want to tell you something..."
She was unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers gliding easily down until they had unplucked the last one, then slipping against Arthur's chest to caress his skin. He sat next to her without moving, his features silhouetted against the moonlight.
"For a while back there, I felt the same. Truly I did! I wondered-". Her voice dropped to the merest whisper. "I even wondered if I'd made a mistake in marrying you!"
"Darling, I know I didn't! I know we're going to be very, very happy together!" Denise was gabbling now, the words spilling from her lips as fast as her mind could formulate them.
"We're the happy-ever-after story of the year, after all! Everybody says so! Arthur I'm going to make you a good wife I swear I am!"
He put his finger to her mouth. "You're getting hysterical, darling", he told her. "Who are you trying to convince, anyway? Me or yourself?"
Denise buried her face in his shoulder, winding her arms around his neck and breaking into a muffled sobbing.
"You've changed!" she accused tearfully. "Already, before our honeymoon's even started you've changed! Why are you being so cruel to me? Don't you love me? Arthur don't you really love me?"
He felt suddenly sickened by the scene. They were playing out a melodrama which had not the slightest resemblance to real life. And he saw, too, in a flash of blinding insight, that everything they had ever said to each other, done to each other, had the same aura of play-acting about it.
It was as if Arthur had been living inside a gigantic balloon which had just been pricked. For the first time he was beginning to see the falsity of his environment, his relationships, his very thoughts. And Denise, poor Denise, was still trapped inside her own private balloon, incapable of realizing the truth he had just glimpsed.
Since childhood, he saw, he had never behaved with true spontaneity. Everything he had said or done, to his parents, his tutors, his employees, had been carefully weighed in advance to ensure that it presented him in the best possible light. His real emotions, his-likes and dislikes, his passions and his hatreds, had never been allowed to take precedence over the main chance. Even to his own self he had never been true!
The philosophical maxim burned into Arthur's soul, searing him with its fierce light: "To thine own self be true and it must follow, as night follows the day, that thou canst be false to no man".
But how could you be true to yourself when your world consisted of puppets? Doll-like figures who jerked this way and that in blind obedience to a code which was ludicrously self-limiting: which was expressly designed to crush individuality?
His work: writing jingles for detergent powders and advertising copy for candy bars! How perfectly, how ironically it mirrored his entire up-bringing!
Arthur clumped back onto the bed, his eyes closed. Why had it taken him so long to understand that his life was moving down a gray dead-end street? He was now 29. Old enough to feel that a large portion of his time had been irrevocably wasted. But young enough to change. That was the important thing. He could start all over...
He thought about Denise. She vas sitting on the edge of the bed, her face in shadow, her body leaning over him. He wondered if he possessed the strength to discard her, to run away and abandon not only his wife, but the entire structure of his life: his career, his comfortable material belongings...
But they couldn't go on like this. Not with the knowledge burning inside him that he was living a lie a limiting, utterly false existence which he suddenly hated with all his being.
Denise seemed to sense something of his mood. Stealthily, like a cat creeping onto a lap, unsure of its welcome, she snuggled her head on his chest, her lips gently kissing the bare flesh revealed by his open shirt.
The touch of her mouth on his skin aroused Arthur despite himself. Denise, encouraged by her husband's passivity, began to caress him. Her hands wandered to his shoulders and, lightly, she kneaded the firm, hard muscle gradually pulling his shirt wide so that her fingers could massage the tanned flesh.
"Don't wove", she whispered. "Just let me touch you, darling. Let me feel you!"
She took her time over the stroking; very slowly inching her hands down Arthur's chest until they rubbed the flat area of his belly. Holding her breath, fearing that he would sit up and brush her away, Denise fumbled with the belt of his pants. She got the buckle undone and, her fingers trembling, felt for the zipper of his fly.
Her own emotions were greatly confused. Denise was certain that they were on the brink of some terrible misunderstanding that an awful chasm loomed immediately ahead, into which they would both tumble if she didn't somehow divert her husband from his sullen, incommunicable silence.
Their relationship was in jeopardy; it required only a modicum of intuition to realize the fact. And although Denise herself was divided between welcoming the disruption and preventing it, she wanted time to think things out before committing herself to a course of action.
She didn't share the same dramatic experience of seeing through the fabric of her life and loathing it for its worthlessness. But Denise did sense that in some strange way their isolation on this liner where she and Arthur had been thrown together without the bolstering company of relatives and friends for almost the first time in their lives had created a very real gulf between them. A gulf which could easily open up unpleasant realities for her in other areas of her life...
Denise began to pull Arthur's trousers down over is hips, telling herself that this weapon sex was her only real defense against his tightness: his withdrawal.
She felt his body lift slightly, enabling her to tug the pants down his legs. A quick flood of relief passed through her; at least he wasn't going to deny her the chance of getting close to his. He was going to let her try!
But how strange it felt, making love to a man! Denise realized that she was growing exited at Arthur's stillness. She had never played the dominant role in a sex relationship, always taking the part of a lazy, disdainful Goddess who permitted herself to be worshipped by the hands and lips of her lovers but who never returned their caresses until they were actually coupling.
And now she was taking the initiative! She was arousing him, fondling him into a state of sexual excitement, and getting pleasure from the fact!
Denise raised his underpants, pealed them carefully over the bulge of her husband's penis; noting that the length was still at rest curled up like a fat, fleshy cobra: hooded and dangerous if disturbed!
More quickly now, she removed the white briefs and rested her cheek on Arthur's belly. Her hand alighted on the inside of his thigh, the fingers caressing up and down the rigid flesh and urging his legs to open.
He relaxed a little, allowed his thighs to part. Denise licked her lips, moistening her mouth for its descent on the man's cock.
While her fingers slipped slowly over the rather coarse hairs at the top of his thighs and took the weight of his scrotum, Denise brought her lips into contact with Arthur's prick.
It was warm and heavy in her mouth, the still limp flesh lying on her tongue like an uncooked sausage. Denise closed her lips around the flaccid length and began to work on it moving her mouth so that the cock was treated to a gradually tightening pressure down its entire length.
Imperceptively at first, then with a quickening thickness, the tool began to stiffen. Denise drew on it, sucking firmly, urging the staff to erection under the liquid heat of her tongue and lips.
Holding her own desire in check, the girl tantalized her husband's balls tickling them with her fingers, rolling them slowly from side to side.
He started to writhe a little, his hips thrusting upwards: and Denis knew that she had won! Whatever Arthur had been contemplating when he had withdrawn so completely from her couldn't withstand this kind of treatment! She poured her full concentration into the mouthing of his prick, determined to give him the most exciting sex experience he had ever known...
Soon, Denise was forced to stretch her lips as wide apart as she could open them: Arthur's cock now swelling to mammoth proportions, filling her mouth with its vigorous thickness.
She gripped its stem with one hand, the other still fondling at his scrotum, and held the rod steady; keeping it from penetrating too far and gagging her. Meanwhile, her tongue went to work ... stealing lasciviously over the arrowhead and plopping with sensuous movements across Arthur's glans.
His foreskin Was particularly supple, the flesh-folds permitting her tongue to wriggle its wet way between the inner ridge and the outer skin the licking action causing his already throbbing prick to jump in her mouth.
Inexperienced as she was, Denise found that cock-sucking came as naturally to her as kissing. All that was required was a loosening of her inhibitions, a willingness to throw prudery to the winds and bend to her task with concentration.
She stopped licking for a few moments and drew her lips tightly around the rigid phallus, making it pulse violently, urgently against her mouth. The shaft was wet with her saliva its lubrication easing her task of working the immense rod in and out of her lips.
Arthur was thrusting his hips in earnest now: driving his loins upwards until the couple fell into a steady rhythm Denise bearing down on his cock and then allowing it to slip three-quarters of the way from between her lips before drawing the meat hungrily into her mouth again.
Daringly, the girl sought for the entrance to Arthur's anus. She caressed his buttocks until the cheeks were slack and relaxed, then pushed three of her fingers into the crease, feeling for the small, intimate hole.
The tight little orifice admitted her forefinger reluctantly, closing snugly around the digit and adhering to it as if to prevent it from penetrating too far.
But Denise pushed harder forcing her finger deeper and deeper until it sank out of sight swallowed up in the man's shithole. Tentatively, she wiggled it. He squirmed, his buttocks coming off the bed and blatantly writhing on his wife's frigging finger.
Denise grew almost delirious with excitement at the perversity of what they were doing. She sucked harder on his prick, letting her front teeth touch the pulsing gristle and nibble with tiny little pretend-bites on his weapon....
Almost unconsciously, certainly without full awareness of her action, Denise moved her body so that her own sex was within reach of her husband's hand. She felt his fingers on her calf at once, sliding up her stockinged leg until they reached her bare thigh. Then came that glorious moment when Arthur's hand alighted on her aching cunt-mound pressing and fondling at the pantie-swathed lips and bringing her nearly to orgasm.
She got one leg over his body, lowering her knees so that they pressed into the sheets on either side of Arthur's face: indicating to the man as plainly as possible that she wanted him to return the genital-kissing favors which she was bestowing on him.
Arthur raised himself, half-sitting up on the bed so that his face could make contact with Denise's arched crotch. Quickly, his hands fucked her dress up over her hips, revealing the expensive silk panties and the silk sheen of her stockings.
He explored these dainty delights by touch, it being too dark in the cabin for his eyes to feast on their arousing piquancy. But the feel of his wife's underclothes was more than enough to create a fierce longing in the man for a more intimate acquaintance with them.
Breathing heavily, Arthur put his lips to Denise's thighs and kissed the lovely, electric texture of her stocking tops. The tightly clinging hose was warm and exciting to his mouth beneath the silk he could feel the fullness of her flesh, the ripe, life-giving heat of her female skin but it was to the strangely erotic material of her stockings that Arthur was particularly drawn...
He ran his fingers over and over the tautly stretched golden silk, its secret rustling, its feel of forbidden, musky places making his heart pound and his pulse race with frantic desire.
Although he was aware of Denise's lips as they worked with increasing lust on his prick, Arthur's main source of stimulation lay in the thought that soon very, very soon! he would be burying his mouth in the even more voluptuous sheen of his wife's panties.
The mere expectation caused his cock to stiffen more sharply than before! But why wait? Why prolong the temptation to have his lips glued to the silky sheen of those brief, scanty little treasures!
Arthur gripped the girl's thighs, his fingers sinking fiercely into the extremely soft flesh where her stockings ended, and with a groan of fulfillment, sank his face into the very heart of his wife's most private regions!
The glossy fabric of her panties, stretched almost to breaking-point across her beautiful arse cheeks, gave the man a wonderful, trembling thrill. He moved his head from side to side, rubbing his lips over every inch of their exciting, silky warmth.
Denise's thighs were, of course, completely open her bottom jutting out in two glorious globes of fleshiness. Whilst, below the heavenly spheres, down the center of his wife's divine butt crease, the thick lips of her sex hung downwards for an inch or two: bulging thickly through the tight cling of her under-briefs.
Arthur extended his tongue and licked it lingeringly from the fat pout of Denise's cunt upwards until it sank wetly into the seat of her ass causing the black silk to be stained with a damp, slowly spreading patch.
His cock was beginning to ache with desire. He could feel Denise grooving more and more sensuous in her sucking and licking of his prick; the soft pressure of her lips around his swollen shaft taunting him into a state of wild, erotic rage.
He brought his fingers further up the inside of her thighs, pushed them higher until he could touch the twin ridges of flesh which formed a delicious portal to her precious quim.
His whole body was trembling now, shaking with the thought of exploring his wife's sex (and, more particularly, the area of intimate pantie-material which still hugged her darling gash so tightly).
Savoring every second of the delay, fantasies of beautifully slow-motion sex scenes in vivid color spiraling through his mind, Arthur closed his thumbs and forefingers around the girl's labia tightening his grip until he was pinching the plump lips securely.
The fit of her panties at this particular place was no thicker than a second skin. Denise wore bikini-styled briefs, but Arthur wasn't satisfied with the scanty cut of the garment. He wanted to abbreviate it until it only just covered his wife's genitalia. And he made the necessary adjustment without further hesitation, pulling the edges of the panties into her crotch until the protruding labia were accentuated most strikingly ... building out from the girl's extremely narrow cunt-wrapper with impertinent, daring obviousness.
Arthur began to squeeze the lips, pressing them tightly together and then rubbing them so that the entrance to Denise's quim was stimulated almost unbearably. Denise wriggled her shapely buttocks, thrusting them more firmly into her husband's face, trying silently to persuade him to take pity on her tormented, terribly itching sex....
But he prolonged the teasing for a long while; relishing the power he possessed over these insolently thick cunt-lips. His lips had slithered to her bottom again, pursed and pushing hard into the snowy cheeks where Denise's panties had been forced aside.
And he felt, suddenly, that he had no real desire to fuck her! This was more exciting, more rewarding than intercourse, Arthur realized: to play with the girl as if she were a life-sized toy a cuddly, wiggling animal!
His imagination became fired with the idea. He thought of a hundred different ways in which he could torment her; a thousand exquisite little adjustments he could make to the fit of her panties ... so that they would partly-reveal, partly-conceal her red, pulsing sex-lips!
But not in the dark! He wanted to see what he was doing to her, wanted to put his eyes close to her and gloat over the humiliation and indignities to which he was going to subject her!
Arthur reached out and quickly switched the lamp on. Cruel white light flooded the cabin, and he felt
Denise stiffen with shock.
"No, darling!" she protested. "Turn it out please turn it out!"
"What's the matter?" he jeered. "Are you too ashamed of what we're doing; can't you stand to suck me and let me see your cunt?"
Denise was too afraid and embarrassed to move. The realization that her husband was now staring directly into her scarcely-concealed genitals both excited and dismayed her. To crouch astride him so wantonly, so terribly exposed! It made her feel like a cheap whore ... but at the same time gave her a distinct thrill of exploring forbidden territories.
Sex, she had been taught, was something you did surreptitiously. In the dark, smuggled warmly under protective sheets...
You didn't lay under a bright, glaring light and examine each other's bodies! It was it was too obscene! Too outrageous!
Denise felt frozen with indecision. Moments passed that seemed like separate eternities. Then, slowly, she felt Arthur's fingers pluck the seat of her panties away from her bottom. The material had been twisted rudely into the seat, rubbing tightly against the tender bump of her anus.
Now, the skimpy little bundle of silk was being pulled off her buttocks rolled steadily down to expose the most private zone of all!
Denise tried to clench her cheeks shut but the movement was impossible in her present stance. She was forced to suffer the indignity of having her bare butt brazenly exposed to her husband's eyes and she had not the slightest doubt that Arthur was staring hotly into every pore, every curve examining her more intimately than any doctor...
She could even feel the heat of his gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into her; searchingly, steadily, without blinking.
He had left her briefs up in a tiny, pitiful scrap of material around the tops of her thighs. At the front they still covered her pubic mound but at the rear they no longer served their purpose of shielding her butt from inspection...
And now he was even prizing the cheeks apart to get a more intimate look at her secret place! Denise flushed to the very roots of her being, emitting a gasp which was stifled by the thickness of Arthur's prick as her husband brought his lips to her anus in a long, provoking kiss!
No one had kissed her there before no one! Not even Carole...
She found herself backing onto his mouth, urging her bottom hard against his face, at the same time writhing her hips so that her gorgeous loins were presented even more voluptuously for his admiration.
Arthur made his tongue as long and curled as possible, then started to push it from between his lips tasting with its tip the strong flavor of Denise's butt.
The wet, pulsing muscle inched into the tiny perimeter of her anus, making the pert little hole contract primly. But Arthur persevered. He gripped her butt tightly, pulling the cheeks, relentlessly until they gaped apart to their widest capacity.
Then he licked her in earnest driving his tongue further and further into the hot, pungent orifice and rubbing his nose on the tightly-stretched skin of the warm, moist divide.
But the novelty of this caress was too intense to be borne for long. Arthur was fighting desperately now to contain his spunk the fluid seemed to be gathering itself with fiercer and more undeniable force with every second.
And Denise's renewed attack on his prick did nothing to help him keep control. After her initial revulsion, the girl had abandoned herself to the treatment which Arthur was forcing upon her butt unnatural though it seemed and she gobbled greedily on his cock, holding the foreskin firmly down so that her lips could feast on the naked rawness of his crown.
With a wild plunge into the realms of strange, mysterious perversion, Arthur fumbled for his wife's panties again this time savagely jerking the taut silk upwards so that it bit cruelly into her itching slit.
The hard length of material formed a rigid strip on which Denise could at last work her cunt-lips. Abandoning all scruples, the girl rode herself on the bite of her panties knowing that Arthur was holding them inflexibly while she ground herself to orgasm.
He sucked deliriously at her arse hole, his cheeks pulled in, his temple throbbing. He felt his fingers being saturated with the sudden emission of Denise's love-juice and she, in the paroxysm of her lust, drew so fiercely, so deeply on his prick that he at last felt unable to stop the sperm from erupting.
Pumping his hips up and down and driving his loins at fantastic speed, Arthur shot his creamy load into Denise's clinging, ruby lips. Feeling her tighten her mouth around his cock as the spunk flowed, feeling her throbbing with him in mutual pleasure as they teased each other to climax...
CHAPTER TWO
Evelyn Hudson threw the cable to the floor with as much force as she could muster. The crumpled ball of paper fell at Laura's feet and the girl diplomatically kicked it beneath the bed.
"This is my vacation!" Evelyn shouted. "I don't give a fuck about the studio I'm not a piece of furniture. I'm not something they can order about just as they goddamn like! I'm a human being and I've been waiting for this vacation for months! How dare they tell me it's got to be cut short!"
She strode about the cabin, her eyes blazing and her long, beautifully-waved blonde hair falling across her face as she shook her head in temper.
The violence of her tantrum and the bar-room language she used would have shocked her millions of fans out of their minds. Demure, charming Evelyn Hudson losing her temper? The child star who had grown into one of the world's most lovable comediennes shouting four-letter-words at the top of her voice? The merest hint that the woman was not at all (in her private life) an extension of her screen personality would have brought letters of protest from every English-speaking country. It was unbelievable! It bordered on blasphemy to suggest that America's number one box office draw could stoop to the level of a foul-mouthed whore.
But this was merely one aspect of Evelyn Hudson's life which was scrupulously concealed from her public.
And the person on whose shoulders rested the major responsibility for seeing to it that no word of Evelyn's many outrageous acts came to the notice of the press or her fans waited patiently beside her, hoping that the tantrum would soon burn itself out.
Laura Denton. Officially, Evelyn's dresser, traveling companion and personal secretary. Privately, the star's guardian angel, buffer for her frequent rages ... and lover!
Laura filled the need in Evelyn for masculinity without those aspects of the male sex which she found distasteful: excessive hair, hard muscle and, above all, that selfish desire for their own pleasure which she believed characterized the species.
The girl was small-boned, slim and frail looking. Her breasts were slight, her hips angular. In the current fashion for boyish-looking females, Laura could be considered extremely attractive. She came from the same mould which had produced Audrey Hepburn and Twiggy; a compensation, a balancing-out of the earling trend towards exaggerated female attributes the big, bosomy era of Monroe, Mansfield and Loren.
Their perverse relationship had survived for three years. Evelyn, now 33 experience-packed years old, had come to rely more and more on Laura's stabilizing influence. And Laura, though it had taken her a long time to grow used to the incongruous spectacle of Evelyn's true personality violent, depraved and outlandish had settled into her role of combined nursemaid and "boy-lover" with resignation.
Apart from her high salary, she found that the part she was called upon to play appealed to her own neurotic tendencies. In their sexual games together Laura was usually the dominant partner (though they sometimes rang the changes by pretending that she was an innocent, virginal young boy being seduced by an older woman even that "he" was paying his first visit to a high-class brothel).
This became an acceptable compensation to the girl for her normally submissive personality, especially when she was trying deal with Evelyn's tantrums. Laura was British by birth: born into a middle-class, suffocatingly respectable English family. She had idolized Evelyn when the star was a child-actress, writing intense fan letters to the young idol at least once a week.
Eventually, her persistence paid dividends. When Evelyn emerged from adolescence and started to make an even bigger name for herself in a highly successful series of comedy-dramas, she realized that she had no one around her whose loyalty she could rely on.
Her parents had managed her career in the early days and with their tragically early deaths Evelyn found herself without close friends or relatives. She was resilient enough to fend for herself in the Hollywood jungle so far as her career was concerned but her personal life was a different matter...
Intelligent enough to understand that the wild streak in her personality could do her irreparable harm, Evelyn looked around desperately for somebody to cushion her against her self-destructive impulses.
She knew exactly what she wanted: a completely trustworthy girl (it had to be a girl; even at 20 years Evelyn had made up her mind that men, off-screen at any rate, were not for her) who would allow her to act out this bizarre, anti-social side of her character someone skin to an analyst with whom she would be able to drop her mask and revert to her true self....
In a moment of inspiration she remembered the fey, adoring little English girl who still wrote to her with adoration in every line of her letters. Laura Denton! Of course!
It had taken a great deal of patience and negotiation to arrange for the girl to emigrate to America and take up her position as Evelyn's "companion". But at last she had managed to break through the red tape and the objections of Laura's parents.
Laura was 16 when she had first arrived in Evelyn's Bel Air home, almost fainting with nervous excitement, telling the woman over and over again that she "couldn't believe all this was really happening to her...."
Within a year, Evelyn had succeeded in seducing the girl (both physically and emotionally) to the point where Laura was completely under her spell. It had been a relatively easy task. The girl had been captivated by the actress long before she had actually set eyes on her idol. The combination of new and fantastically luxurious surroundings, introduction to other, equally famous stars, stimulants such as alcohol and pep-pills...
If it could truly be called corruption, then Laura Denton had been well and truly corrupted! But to the girl herself this transformation of her life still had the quality of a fabulous dream. She had matured rapidly; her eyes had lost some of their luster and her body, though tanned a deep bronze by the Californian sun, was frequently tense and aching: symptoms of stress, evidence of the insatiable demands which Evelyn made on her sex.
Some of Evelyn's capacity for self-pity and morbid thoughts of failure had rubbed off on Laura, too. The girl had seen at first hand the pressures under which Evelyn existed.
The old adage: "You're only as good as your last picture" was more true today than it had even been in the past. The competition from younger actresses grew more intense each year. Fewer people were going to the movies, even to see such big box-office attractions as Evelyn Hudson. Television was still taking its toll of audiences.
And, above all, there was Evelyn's ever-present fear that her beauty would fade prematurely...
It was small wonder that the woman displayed neurotic symptoms even that she verged, at times, on a more serious mental breakdown.
And Laura, herself growing daily closer to her employer, felt their personalities becoming indivisible: felt her soul merging with Evelyn's as she gave more and more of herself to the actress.
The girl felt the strain of their relationship intensely, however. At times it was all she could do to prevent herself from screaming abuse at Evelyn. She longed, just once, to be able to shout back at the woman during her tirades. Her nerves ached from the tension involved in suppressing these emotions, but Laura told herself, time and time again, that she did have an outlet for her periodic resentment:
It lay in their sexual behavior, when as the "masculine" counterpart in their strange dramas Laura drew on a rubber phallus and assumed the role of a boy...
The only snag to this was the fact that, increasingly, Evelyn wanted her to be the inexperienced partner even though she had transformed herself into a fair imitation of a young male.
Vaguely, Laura was beginning to see that they were moving into areas of weirder, more unorthodox sexual play: areas in which their sex their real, genuine sex became horribly confused, even abandoned. Evelyn seemed to want her to abandon all contact with reality. She kept indicating, with stronger and more definite hints, that they should go much deeper in their sexual pretences; that they should pretend to be men pretending to be women pretending to be men!
The illogical confusion of this stripping away of identities had amused Laura at first. Then the girl had realized that Evelyn was perfectly serious. She was no longer content with the more "normal" fantasies which they had acted out: she wanted them progress to really outlandish, really bizarre reveries...
"Anyway, they can whistle for me! I'm not going back to Hollywood until the end of March as planned!"
Evelyn had calmed down a little, her initial rage evaporating under the strenuous indignation she had worked up. Laura timed her intervention carefully. It wouldn't do to say the wrong words and set Evelyn off again.
"They really have got a nerve", she said at last. "Is it for another picture, Evelyn? Is that why they want you to cut the vacation short?"
Evelyn nodded grimly. "That's what the cable says", she replied. "But they're out of their tiny minds if they think they can snap their fingers and I'll come running!"
Carefully, Laura said: "I suppose it might be fairly important, darling. They might have a very exciting property for you and they want to-".
"Don't make excuses for them!" Evelyn shouted. "No matter how important it is, I left strict orders that I wasn't to be disturbed. Christ, no one is even supposed to know where I am!" She threw herself onto the bed and thumped the pillow angrily. "In the old days they wouldn't have dared to do a thing like this to me! I suppose they think I'm losing my popularity, that I have to snatch at straws...."
Evelyn's robe a thigh-length kimono in green silk fell open as she raised one leg, bending her knee so that the flawlessly shaped limb curved succulently at the calf and thigh. From Laura's position, standing some three feet from the bedside, the shaven lips of the woman's cunt were plainly visible: curiously child-like in their hairless state; their bulge was small and scarcely noticeable at all when Evelyn stood with her legs together. Now, with her right leg carelessly raised so that the kimono dropped away from her thigh, the pale pink slit was provocatively displayed and Laura found her eyes returning again and again to the intimate place, despite her efforts to keep them on a less exciting part of the woman's anatomy.
Beneath the robe Evelyn was naked. She had just stepped out of a shower had, in fact, been under the spray when the boy arrived with the cable. Laura had opened it and waited until Evelyn had had time to pat herself dry and apply her cologne and perfume before reading the contents aloud.
And now the girl recalled that the cable had actually made no mention of a new movie. The studio had merely requested her to return a fortnight earlier than she had planned.
Why had Evelyn told her that the cable did explicitly state that a new picture had been found for her? Laura suddenly saw light.
Of course! Evelyn, for her own peace of mind would naturally jump to that conclusion and then reinforce it by pretending that the message had actually read that way.
To her, it was unthinkable that the studio would have the audacity to simply demand her early return and give no reason for the request.
Quite possibly, Laura thought, they merely wanted her for publicity purposes: to make a personal appearance, perhaps or take part in photo sessions. And you simply didn't treat big stars like that! Evelyn believed that her pictures made money simply because she starred in them. She looked upon herself as a latter-day Bette Davis or Joan Crawford, forgetting that the era of tempestuous personalities was rapidly dying.
True, she was a very big box office attraction; the biggest in the world at the present time. But she still relied on the loyalty of her fans to a tremendous degree and if word were to leak out that she wasn't at all the demure, healthy American girl of her screen personality...
The trouble was that the studio had her over a barrel. Evelyn, before Laura's arrival on the scene, had been fairly indiscreet; sleeping around without taking sufficient care that her partners would remain silent about the practices they indulged in.
And enough evidence (in the form of letters, photographs and taped conversations) existed to finish her career in one fell swoop ... if she stepped too far out of line and "forced" the powers-that-be to "very reluctantly" expose her...
It was an uneasy position to be in and for Evelyn Hudson it was well-nigh intolerable. She couldn't stand the continual suspense of knowing that, should she play the temperamental star a little too much, the studio chiefs would have not the slightest compunction about destroying her.
This was one of Laura's most difficult tasks: to help Evelyn to go on believing that she held everything and everyone in the palm of her lovely hand; at the same time ensuring that the actress didn't demonstrate her egomania too openly.
The girl had been asked to do this, not by Evelyn herself, but by Chuck Walters production chief at American-Zenith, the studio which held Evelyn under long-term contract.
He was a typically ruthless businessman; totally unconcerned about Evelyn's personal difficulties and only willing to put up with her scenes and tantrums so long at it suited his own purpose. During Laura's interview with him, he had explained that although he "greatly respected and admired" Evelyn's talent, he refused to be dictated to by an actress even of her calibre.
The star-system was well on the decline, he told Laura. The motion picture industry could get along very well without Evelyn Hudson and others of her type. Epics and low-budget quickies with unknown actors made the really big money nowadays and for neither movie did they need an expensive, top line name.
He advised her to keep Evelyn in check "for her own good, baby. And for yours! I think you follow my meaning ... " And he had leered at her, his hard, normally expressionless eyes glinting behind rimless spectacles.
"If she's out of a job, what will you do, Laura? Will you be able to find another les movie star to take you under her wing? Eh?"
And Laura had shuddered, the realization that if Walters knew the details of her relationship with Evelyn then so too, did many other people, sending a cold thrill down her spine.
Recalling all this, Laura saw another possible motive behind the cable: it was highly likely that they were simply testing her. Bringing her to heel, as it were. Seeing if they could make her jump to attention when they called...
The girl bit her lip, her eyes still staring at Evelyn's carelessly revealed sex as if transfixed to the voluptuous, stimulating spectacle.
So far as she knew, Evelyn herself didn't know about the implicit attitude of blackmail which the studio held over her head like a sword of Damocles. Or if she did, she had deliberately forced the knowledge deep into her unconscious mind ignoring it and simply pretending that it didn't exist.
What was she to do? Her own identification with the woman, in ways far more profound than mere hero-worship, together with her utter loathing of Walters and the rest of the studio bosses, urged her to support Evelyn to reinforce the actress's clear decision to fight them. Even though such defiance was nothing more than suicidal.
After all, what did it really matter if Evelyn's career was finished? She was extremely wealthy, having invested a great deal of her capital in property and in stocks and shares. She certainly wouldn't starve even if she never worked again.
But once out of the limelight, a small voice warned Laura, once deprived of adulation and the constant spotlight of publicity to which she had grown accustomed all her life ... and Evelyn would wither. She would stagnate, go to pieces, almost certainly suffer a severe mental breakdown...
On the other hand, what was worse: to choose her own destiny by refusing to be pushed around by the studio, which was quite definitely what they intended to do, or to capitulate to their growing demands that Evelyn did exactly as she was told?
Laura felt the problem to be beyond her capacity to solve. She sighed, her rather thin shoulders standing out beneath the white cashmere sweater. Her breasts, even against the tightness of this garment, were very small scarcely jutting at all, their points a mere oval swelling which accentuated the girl's essentially boyish appearance.
A great deal of this "masculinity" had, of course, been deliberately engineered. Laura's hair, naturally long and flowing, was kept to a close-cropped style; her face was rarely made up only on public occasions such as visit to a restaurant or a premiere did Evelyn permit the girl to use lipstick and rouge.
And Laura had almost forgotten what it was like to wear a dress indoors. For the sake of appearances, she always put on a skirt or costume when they went out, but Evelyn insisted that she wore jeans or slacks in the privacy of their house or whenever they were alone together.
At present she had on a pair of extremely tight-fitting denims: they clung to her skin with irresistible firmness, the result of Laura sitting in numerous baths of hot water for hours on end whilst wearing the jeans. This treatment had ensured that the pants were drawn as tightly as possible around her hips, her crotch and her legs and Laura never bothered to put on a pair of panties beneath them: one reason being that she loved to feel the coarse material of the denims against herself ... most especially against the lips of her cunt which, in accordance with Evelyn's instructions, the girl kept scrupulously well shaven!
Hair was Evelyn's bete noire. She hated it on herself and she hated it on her lovers one reason for her irrational dislike of the male sex.
"We're like animals, like furry, disgusting animals with hair growing around our genitals," she had explained to Laura soon after their first meeting. "It's so uncivilized, so unhealthy." And, some months later, after they had known each other more intimately:
"Besides, darling, don't you think it's so much more sexy our little quims kissing each other without pubic hair in the way?"
And feeling the warm, wet pressure of Evelyn's large sex-lips rubbing against her own, Laura had deliriously agreed to shave herself religiously each morning....
Although the jeans fitted so snugly around her hips that any other form of support was completely superfluous, Laura wore a four-inch wide black belt, studded with gold, at her hips purely for effect.
Equally for show, although both Evelyn and Laura often pretended that it had a functional purpose also, was the thick steel zipper at her fly. It had taken Laura a long time to get used to the strange idea that she should pretend to own a penis when she and Evelyn were alone together ... and her adjustment to the request by Evelyn that she go further and keep a balled-up handkerchief inside the crotch of her jeans still gave her an odd, disquieting sensation.
The constant masquerade, the almost perpetual denial that she was in reality a member of the female sex, filled Laura with apprehension. She feared that she might, somehow, lose her identity completely. Already, when dressing for one of Evelyn's special "parties", the girl would stare at her reflection in the mirror seeing the ominous, realistic bulge in the front of her jeans or trousers and half-believe that she was, that she really was....
Laura couldn't prevent her eyes from glancing down. The way in which the handkerchief stuck out so unmistakably so obscenely!
Several times, too, she had appeared "in drag" in front of strangers usually by accident, though she suspected Evelyn of arranging certain of the encounters. The messenger boy who had brought the radioed cable to their cabin a short while ago, for instance. Laura couldn't remember if he had really looked her up and down and raised his eyebrows suggestively or whether her imagination had merely suggested that he had noticed the obscene swelling at her crotch...
She shivered and a momentary pain flashed across her forehead. Laura was far too involved to even think of backing out of her relationship with
Evelyn. But sometimes she caught herself despising and loathing the perverted things which the woman encouraged her to do...
Evelyn, who had been lying on the bed without moving, staring at the white-patterned ceiling, turned her head. She looked at Laura, then followed the girl's eyes to her disarrayed kimono. She smiled knowingly.
"Laura, darling". Her voice was smooth and suggestive, a cross between a whisper and a moist, liquid caress. "Why don't you come and lie next to me, baby? I'm sorry I blew my top again I ought to know how it upsets you". She patted the bed and wriggled over to make room for the girl beside her. "Come and cuddle next to me. I'm so lonely, Laura..."
Laura shook herself out of the daydream. Pausing only to check that the cabin door was locked, the girl padded slowly and silently across the room on her bare feet to where Evelyn awaited her.
As soon as she reached the bedside, Evelyn unfastened the cord which held her kimono in place and tugged the silk garment open across her body exposing the greater portion of her breasts and the pink edges of her nipples.
The hemline draped sexily across her loins, partly covering the extremely raw-looking slit of her cunt but allowing the plump fold of one lip to remain cheekily in view.
Laura stood beside the bed, the girl's short height bringing her hips in line with Evelyn's lazily horizontal body. In the silence between them only the faint murmur of the ship's engines reached their ears and only a gentle, almost imperceptible rhythm to the room reminded them that they were at sea, cut off completely from the reach of people like Chuck Walters by the immensity of the Pacific.
Evelyn put out her hand and passed it behind Laura, letting her fingers come to rest on the snug-fitting seat of the girl's denims. She caressed the boyish bottom slowly, moving her hand from one cheek to the other, slipping her fingers gradually between Laura's parted thighs so that they could fondle at the crotch.
While she was being subjected to this massage, Laura lifted the bottom of her sweater up, rolling the wool over her chest and struggling briefly to get the garment free of her head.
Evelyn's eyes stared up hungrily at the girl's almost-naked torso. Almost naked, because Laura wore a man's vest a modern, large-holed vest through which her nipples poked with becoming prettiness.
The singlet was several sizes too small for her, causing it to cling to her white body with truly constricting tightness. Laura's breasts, petite though they were, stood out strikingly against the male garment, squashed behind the snug latticework of the vest.
It was short, too: ending well above her navel and leaving the girl's belly naked until the belt of her jeans cut rather cruelly across her abdomen.
Evelyn propped herself up on one elbow, dropping her hand from Laura's bottom and reached up to run her fingers across the rosy cherries which stuck out from between the holes in Laura's vest.
The girl looked down at herself, watching as the woman fondled her nipples into erection. Her breath came a little faster, her eyes grew rapidly misty as she stood there her hands trembling at her side waiting for Evelyn to indicate that she should lie down next to her.
She could see that Evelyn's kimono had fallen completely away from her loins now. The brief, inadequate material left the woman's crotch-vee nude and very tempting: her thighs pressed tightly together, Laura could nevertheless glimpse the faint beginning of Evelyn's quim-lips a tiny, pearl-like slit which peeped coyly in pink beauty from between her white legs.
At last Evelyn put both her hands on Laura's hips and drew the girl gently down beside her, turning on her side so that they faced one another.
Laura slipped her fingers beneath the silk of Evelyn's kimono and gingerly slid her hands onto the warm softness of the woman's shoulders. The loose-fitting garment dropped away Evelyn shrugging her body so that it could rustle to the sheets behind her.
Naked, her flesh still tingling from the needle-spray of the shower, fragrance issuing from every pore, Evelyn insinuated herself into Laura's arms, snuggling tightly to the girl and drawing the boyish figure into a lewd, gently writhing embrace.
Evelyn's lips were wet, their fullness glistening with red moistness. Laura could feel the weight, the firm, thrusting pressure of the woman's breasts as they pushed against her chest. The girl closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek into Evelyn's drifting sweetly into a state of sexual tension...
"My, you feel so strong, darling!" Evelyn whispered suddenly. Her hand had passed between Laura's thighs, her fingers rubbing gently at the bulge of the handkerchief. Laura shuddered with pleasure.
"Such a big boy!" The woman emphasized the word with silky meaning. "You don't mind if I touch it, do you?"
Laura shook her head helplessly.
"Oh, darling!" Evelyn kissed the lobe of Laura's ear, her mouth breathing passionately into the girl's shell-like orifice. "I didn't know you had such a big one...
She fondled the protruding lump tenderly, her fingers curled so that she was able to touch Laura's slit at the same time.
Laura swallowed dryly, her eyes still clenched shut. She traced her fingers down Evelyn's shoulder until they came to rest on the woman's breast. The large, heavy globe wobbled in her hand as she gently cupped it, but Laura delayed touching the nipple until she had received a more intimate caress from Evelyn. She knew that as soon as her extremely sensitive teat was fondled the woman would be driven into a furious frenzy of excitement. Simply by brushing her fingers across the extra-large bud, Laura could induce in Evelyn a wild orgasm ... The power pleased her, but only holding it in check delaying the caress for as long as possible could she be sure of reaching her own climax. Once she had begun to tweak Evelyn's nipple, the actress's emotions were too violent, too selfish...
An so the girl rubbed the woman's breast, pulling the fleshy and thrustful melon this way and that being extremely careful not to touch the most erotic zone in Evelyn's body.
She could feel Evelyn fumbling with her zipper now, drawing the metal fastener down so that it made a rasping noise. Laura eased herself back a little, giving Evelyn room to unfasten her belt and the large stud which kept the jeans together.
Skillfully, the woman performed the operation, finally pulling Laura's denims wide open to reveal the pale skin of the girl's belly.
The jeans were still, of course, tightly in place around Laura's crotch and the ominous bulge of the handkerchief was still swelling suggestively out of her loins; covered by the coarse material of the pants.
Evelyn tucked her hand inside the flip of the girl's denims and rubbed the soft flesh at Laura's abdomen. She purposely thrust her fingers as far as they would stretch fondling the tips of them into Laura's hairless slit and stroking the lips until they opened sweetly under the persuasion.
"Lay on top of me!" Evelyn murmured, a rising excitement in her voice. "Let me feel your darling cock pressing into my quim, baby!"
Laura, her whole body shaking with suppressed fever, obeyed: raising herself until she was positioned over Evelyn's hungry, naked flesh, then lowering herself so that her body sank firmly onto the woman's ... her vest-swathed breasts pushing against the much larger orbs of Evelyn's titties.
Her mouth came down hard on the woman's lips, kissing the parted flesh fervently and thrusting her tongue forward until it licked against Evelyn's.
Laura eased her hands around the lovely back, rubbing over the smooth skin until her fingers reached to the soft, feminine cheeks of Evelyn's butt.
She pulled the luscious spheres open, half lifting
Evelyn off the bed as she dug her fingers into their supple warmth: at the same time pushing her body down with all her strength so that the woman's bare crotch was driven fiercely against her own naked quim.
The perversely-clad Laura and the completely nude Evelyn kissed urgently, working their mouths together in a passionate writhing of their lips their tongues rolling wetly as they exchanged hot, liquid saliva.
Laura's hand fondled slowly down the crease of Evelyn's bottom, slipping around the hairless slit until she touched the hot gash of her mentor's cunt. Then she frigged her fingers steadily between the lips, prizing them apart whilst her "handkerchief prick" rode up and down on the hard bone of Evelyn's pubic mound.
Gasping, they broke for air. "Oh, baby!" sighed Evelyn. She ran her fingers up and down the girl's back, coaxing her more strongly against her nude flesh.
"You're so strong! So powerful!" Evelyn told her. "You won't hurt me, will you? You won't fuck me too hard, baby? Promise you won't!"
Her voice was wheedling, her lips brushing moistly against Laura's ear. The girl tickled her finger through the folds of plump inner cunt-flesh, found the throbbing gristle of Evelyn's clitoris and began to fondle it.
Evelyn responded immediately to the stimulus. Her body arched suddenly, thrusting upwards against Laura's her fingers scrabbling at the white skin of the girl's back.
Laura retained one hand on Evelyn's bottom, pinching and kneading the voluptuous ass-flesh whilst her other hand fidgeted remorselessly at the woman's slippery, very stiff clitty.
They remained in this position for several minutes; Laura gradually working Evelyn into a state of intense, writhing excitement.
Then the girl withdrew her hand from Evelyn's buttocks and groped blindly her face still buried in the woman's shoulder at the bedside table. She found the bowl of fruit which lay on the table and got her fingers around a particularly large, unripened banana and fitted it, as surreptitiously as possible, into the handkerchief which was stuffed into the crotch of her jeans.
Her fingers worked non-stop at Evelyn's quim, crotching and titivating the exciting gristle of the woman's clitoris making it easy for Evelyn to pretend that she was unaware of Laura's action with the fruit.
At last the girl had managed to wrap the banana into the handkerchief, holding the phallus in place with her hand while her lips moved to Evelyn's mouth again.
"I'm going to fuck you now, darling!" she advised the woman steadily. "Here feel my prick, feel how hard it's grown?" The girl pressed her crotch as hard as she could against Evelyn's cunt, pushing the curved end of the banana into the woman's open sex-lips.
"Oh, don't!" Evelyn breathed. "It's too big much too big! And I'm so small you can feel how small I am, can't you? Your fingers are hurting me! Think how your cock will tear into my tiny little quim!"
But Laura forced Evelyn's thighs wider apart, her knees digging into the soft flesh until she had stretched the woman's legs helplessly open.
"Keep still!" the girl hissed. "And don't be such a baby!" Laura was beginning to relish her role of dominant, masculine seducer. She rarely had the opportunity to play this part (Evelyn usually preferring to be the active character even though Laura was invariably cast as the boy) and the girl quickly warmed to her opportunity...
"You didn't know I had such a large prick, did you?" she taunted. "You thought I was only a young boy someone who couldn't satisfy you! Well, I'm going to show you, you bitch! You're going to be fucked very, very hard!! "
Evelyn closed her eyes tightly and wriggled her body against the girl's. The warm, soft curves shuddered deliciously beneath Laura Evelyn's full, woman's breasts like snowy pillows for her to lie on.
Turning the banana (now sheathed tightly by the handkerchief) in a firm screwing action, Laura gradually introduced it between the ripe, swollen lips of Evelyn's cunt.
The girls knees were still digging against the inner flesh of Evelyn's thighs, keeping the woman's legs stretched obscenely open. Laura pushed the phallus carefully into the gaping slit steadily, but with a determined pressure; a movement of finality that warned Evelyn not to resist....
Evelyn's juices were beginning to flow already, staining the handkerchief with the wet, patchy dew. She dug her fingernails more sharply into Laura's back, running them up and down the girl's skin until red weals appeared.
Remorselessly, Laura continued the penetration. Deeper and deeper slid the thick fruit, cramming Evelyn's cunt to straining capacity.
"There!" the girl gasped when the banana was finally wedged to its limit. "How do you like that, my precious?" She wiggled the instrument a little making it rub thrillingly against the fleshy walls. "Tight enough for you?"
Evelyn nodded deliriously, clutching Laura to her naked body and squirming with ecstasy.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "It's so tight so very tight! Oh, my darling: you're so exciting, so virile!"
Laura frigged her weapon slowly, making the thick length wiggle sexily inside Evelyn's greedy red slit. This was easy work, requiring very little concentration and Laura turned her main attention to the woman's butt, fondling the flaccid cheek until it opened wide enough for her to slit her fingers into the wet, intimate divide.
Keeping the globe pulled away from its twin, Laura scratched delicately at the paper-thin anus, her fingernail moving all around the raised, tightly pursed mouth until she had stimulated Evelyn to a fever of excitement.
The woman thrust her body up from the bed, her hips grinding in hot spasms of desire, her thighs tensing and untensing as she fought to reach an orgasm.
Smoothly, Laura increased the rhythm of her "fucking". The girl drove the phallus in and out of Evelyn's cunt with ever-increasing speed, finally jacking off it up and down so that the rough texture was frigged against her pert red clitty.
Suddenly, Evelyn held still. Her body arched, her thighs throbbing helplessly, the woman drenched the alien body which was now imbedded to its limit inside her cunt. She gushed out a hot, potent mucous the spunk splashing onto Laura's fingers and palm....
Her initial passion spent, Evelyn felt able to give Laura some measure of the excitement which she herself had just received.
"Take it out now, darling," she ordered. "Very slowly, though you don't want to tear me, do you?
Laura obediently withdrew the banana.
In a low, sexy voice, Evelyn continued: "Now, let's kiss through the handkerchief, shall we? Come along bring it up to our mouths ... Ah, that's right, darling! Now kiss me, my beautiful little fucker!"
Laura had discarded the banana, letting it drop unheeded to the floor. She pushed the pungent flavored handkerchief against Evelyn's mouth and then joined her own lips to the woman's kissing her expertly, writhing and sucking at Evelyn's lips through the soaked material.
She could taste the woman's spunk that runny, potent juice which filled her with such excitement and lust. Her own quim started to itch and Laura began to rub herself slowly against Evelyn's crotch their shaved cunt-lips pressing warmly together like pink, very tender little mouths.
Evelyn raised herself a little, groping her hand down over Laura's butt until her fingers stole between the girl's thighs. She prodded two of them against the slit, tapping the labia until they peeled sweetly apart.
"Mmmmm!" she sighed. "You do have a sweet little ass, darling! You don't mind if I play with it for a while, do you?"
Breathlessly, Laura assented. "Do whatever you like!" she whispered. "Put your finger right inside it if you want to!" The girl snuggled more tightly against Evelyn's fleshy, yielding body, offering herself passively to the woman's probing...
Evelyn, still kissing Laura's open mouth through the silk material of the handkerchief, fumbled her other hand down to the girl's sex squeezing her fingers between her own and Laura's thighs until they came to rest on the hairless skin of her lover's twat.
Pretending all the while that it was Laura's butt she was caressing, Evelyn petted the lips of the girl's quim until they sighed open and dabbed her forefinger into the slot.
"Hmmm, such a large bottom-hole!" she commented breathily. "I expect you've been fingered here before, haven't you, darling?"
Laura giggled softly into Evelyn's mouth. "As a matter-of-fact. . . " she whispered. "I've had more exciting things than fingers inside my bottom!"
Evelyn, now worming a second finger into the wet, sticky orifice, felt herself getting quickly rearoused by the sexiness of the girl's words.
"What do you mean?" she murmured, her voice muffled both by the handkerchief and by Laura's mouth. "What have you had inside your ass, you naughty boy?"
Laura pretended to demur, wriggling her hips saucily and thrusting down on Evelyn's inquisitive finger.
"I really shouldn't tell you!" she simpered. "You might be disgusted!"
"Oh, nonsense!" Evelyn breathed. "Of course I wouldn't ... come on tell me!" she urged.
"Well ... " Laura sucked at Evelyn's lower lip red and ripe, the flesh so soft that it seemed to be melting under the pressure of her mouth. "A few times, not very often, I've had another boy's prick inside me inside my bottom!"
As she spoke the revelation, Laura twisted her hips more frantically, forcing Evelyn's two fingers to penetrate her quim to their limit. She could feel them tickling beautifully at her sensitive young clitty, the soft pads rubbing the red stalk ... provoking it, teasing it, tormenting it until it rose to an almost unbearable stiffness.
"You've let yourself be butt-fucked!" Evelyn gasped. "Oh, how horrible how awful!"
She frigged her fingers angrily inside the girl's cunt splaying them so that they could fondle all around the tight pink channel.
"In here you mean you've had a prick inside here?" she wanted to know.
Laura nodded helplessly, her tongue driving into Evelyn's lips through the handkerchief. It was absolutely soaking now, so wet that the girl's tongues rubbed together, licking as if nothing was in the way of their quicksilver Frenching.
Evelyn's knuckles were driving against her own cunt-lips, their hard, knobbly friction bringing her closer and closer to a second climax.
And when Laura's hand moved onto her breast, the fingers now feeling quickly for her thick, stiff nipple, the woman renewed her vigorous frigging of the girl's quim urgently trying to coax Laura to orgasm before her own emotions overwhelmed her once more.
But the girl scarcely needed any further provocation: she was already well on the way to a violent shedding of her spunk and the mere touch of Evelyn's hard, resilient nipple as it rose to fierce erection beneath her fingertips produced the required intensity...
Laura jerked herself off on Evelyn's lusty fingers, her body thumping down on the woman's, her nails scoring sharply into her lover's immensely ripened teat.
And just before she fell into a deep, ecstatic swoon, Laura managed to thrust her own fingers into Evelyn's oily slit and help the woman to achieve her own bliss....
Fingers lifting urgently into each other's pearly-pink, ultra-smooth quims, they saturated one another with the fruit of their lust creaming in one, prolonged spasm which, as it finally ebbed away, left the girls sated and exhausted; their intimately writhing bodies temporarily fulfilled...
CHAPTER THREE
Steve Maxwell lifted the tray in his right hand, waited for the ship's roll to end, and began to walk away from the bar.
A sudden storm, unusual for the time of year, had started an hour ago and the stabilizers were unable to disguise the rough listing of the liner as it was battered by a succession of heavy waves.
Swaying uneasily, Steve held his left hand out ready to catch his balance as he picked his way through the tables and chairs which littered the saloon. This was his third trip as a steward: only 23 years old, he had signed a contract with the shipping line mainly to see the world and enjoy himself before settling down.
But although the excitement of traveling frequently to exotically-named places was initially all he had hoped for, Steve found himself growing increasingly bored with the menial duties he had to perform. And in any case, they rarely docked for more than a couple of days at any one time scarcely long enough for him to really explore the countries, as he had imagined himself doing.
About the only thing that could be said for his work was that the pay was high. Apart from his generous salary, he could always count on a sizeable tip from the passengers the women, especially at the end of a voyage.
Although the regulations specifically stated that gratuities were included in the tariff, Steve's boyish good looks, his quiet and well-mannered personality and his air of dangerously suppressed sexuality, invariably earned him a sizeable "golden handshake."
He was well aware of his physical assets particularly the baby fullness of his lips and the magnetic attraction of his deep brown eyes. Steve had studied himself in the mirror regularly from the time he left college to the present day.
His inbred quality of an intensely masculine fury, kept in check only by the requirements of civilized society, was, he knew, his greatest attribute.
It caused him to be the constant recipient of admiring, openly sexual appraisals from the many single, wealthy women who formed a high percentage of any cruise ship's passenger list.
And Steve had done nothing to discourage this attention. He had, in fact, carefully cultivated such flirtations knowing from long practice with his reflected image just how to provoke a hungry woman's appetite.
He possessed the most potent weapon in the world: a combination of innocent inexperience and the hint that once he was aroused he would be capable of the most virile and inventive love-play. Several lonely widows had succumbed to the boy's sexual prowess; beginning by assuming that they were seducing him, but quickly realizing that the boot was on the other foot.
It excited them tremendously, this tampering with presumably virgin lust, only to find that it quickly grew inflamed beyond their control!
But these intrigues, though amusing enough and giving him a useful supplement to his income, had already begun to bore Steve. He found the women pitiful in their desperation for young flesh; over-demanding in their anxiety to savor every possible experience before it was too late ... and, finally, disgusting in their pawing of his body and their increasingly perverse suggestions...
Unlike most of his friends college drop-outs, drug-takers, cynics all, Steve Maxwell was sincerely looking for a meaning to life. He believed that a purpose could be found, providing only that one worked hard at self-improvement. And he was convinced that there was no easy road to success no short cuts.
He had given himself these four years until he reached the age of 27 to relax and prepare himself for Life. (Steve always gave the word a capital letter, even in his thoughts: to him it was vital that not a single precious second of his existence be wasted it was far too important, much too valuable to be frittered away.
And this philosophy, vague though its final aims were, had been formulated in the boy at such an early age that now, after only four months' work as a steward, he felt ready to abandon his "relaxation" and settle down to the serious business of growing rich and successful.
One more round-trip, he had decided. Just one more month of idling away his time and he would terminate his contract with the shipping company and seek more meaningful employment.
Meanwhile ... those damned giggling girls in cabin 451 had ordered yet another round of drinks. He lurched against the wall, nearly spilling the contents of their glasses generous measures of Napoleon brandy as a particularly violent wave-shock hit the liner and sent her plunging into the turbulent foam-spattered sea.
Steve swore under his breath, tempted to dash the glasses to the deck and refuse to serve them. He would be off-duty in another ten minutes in any case. Let someone else humor the stupid little bitches!
They had been flirting with him all evening: rich young adolescents, so obviously on a glorious, spendthrift spree after a year or two at finishing school.
Steve had been unfortunate enough to be assigned as their cabin-steward from the beginning of the voyage. And the girls, once their customary reserve had broken by the freedom which a few nights at sea can bring, had fastened themselves to him like leeches.
Teasing, insinuating, coyly whispering to each other whenever he came to their cabin (usually in answer to a whim rather than a specific request), Miss Ellis and Miss Ballard had grated more and more on Steve's nerves.
It wasn't that he found them unattractive. Both girls were fine physical specimens; full-bosomed, pretty-faced, shapely limbs. And in different circumstances Steve would have felt flattered by their attentions.
But he strongly resented the fact that they regarded him as a menial as a servant, rather than their equal. They flirted with him as a kind of joke between themselves: a perpetual, aggravating comedy routine in which he found himself cast as the butt, the stooge.
His blood boiled at the thought of confronting them yet again. The girls were bad enough when they were sober. He calculated quickly. This would be their third large brandy apiece: God only knew what he could expect from them in a state of intoxication.
The rather prim young man, spotlessly clad in white trousers and jacket, made his way perilously down the flight of steps to "B" Deck, his tray swaying dangerously, his face set in any angry frown...
Linda fell sprawling onto the bed, her diaphanous pink negligee torn clearly down the middle.
Before the girl could regain her balance and struggle to her feet, Josie Ballard flung herself forward, plumping down on Linda's semi-nude body and squashing the breath out of her.
Josie herself wore only an abbreviated pair of silk panties and a low-slung, rather flimsy bra and the sight of the two girls in such tight proximity to each other on the bed might well have caused a privileged observer to assume that they were enjoying a lesbian relationship.
But this wasn't strictly true. Neither Linda nor Josie normally behaved like this, though the undercurrent of sexuality in the cabin was very strong at the moment.
No, they couldn't fairly be called homosexuals, even though both girls were breathing heavily and rather enjoying the feel of the othre's white, snuggly flesh against her own.
Josie straddled Linda, pressing her knees down on the girl's soft upper arms and pinning her defenselessly to the twisted, unkempt sheets. Her tight little buttocks wriggled provocatively on Linda's belly, the strip of silk which served to cover her crotch stretched tautly and lovingly across the pouting swell of her cunt-lips.
"Give in?" she demanded, her face flushed and her hair falling forward over her shoulders so that the strands tickled against Linda's naked breasts.
"No, I don't!" Linda retorted. She strained her body upwards, trying to loosen Josie's grip. The movement caused her breasts to thrust out even more delightfully, their tips swollen with red, stiff desire.
"Oooh, you little bitch that's cheating!! "
Linda had drawn her knee up sharply, catching Josie squarely in her crotch and making the girl fall sideways off her body. Josie clutched her bruised quim, rubbing the spot with rather more energy than the assault really warranted.
"I'll teach you to tear my nightie!" Linda cried. She grappled with Josie, hurling herself sideways and clutching the girl around her waist her fingers quickly slipping down a little until they cupped her friend's inadequately-covered bottom.
Then, in a great flailing of pink limbs, the girls fell together to the carpet, landing with a thud that knocked the wind out of them both.
They stopped struggling, fighting instead to fill their lungs with air. Side by side on the floor, Linda's body half-lying across Josie's, they glared furiously at each other for a few moments then burst into uncontrollable giggles!
"You really are the end!" Josie spluttered at last. "It's a good job I know you, Linda anyone else would think you were a raving lesbian, attacking me like that!"
"Me attacking you!" Linda retorted, trying hard to keep herself from breaking into a fresh fit of laughter. "Well, you could have fooled me! I thought it was the other way around. Anyway," she complained. "Look at my negligee it's ruined!"
Josie cocked her head on one side. "Oh, I dunno," she said, running her eyes over Linda's revealed figure. "It looks like an improvement, darling! Your skin is much nicer than that silk much nicer to touch, anyway!"
She put out her hand and quickly ran her fingers across Linda's nipples, causing the girl's breasts to bobble briefly but very, very sexily.
"Hey!" Linda protested, brushing Josie's hand away. "I think you are a dyke, after all! Keep your fingers to yourself!"
But her eyes were mischievous and she made no attempt to draw the tattered shreds of her negligee across her bosom. Quite the reverse, in fact. Staggering to her knees, Linda thrust her breasts almost in Josie's face as if daring the other girl to touch them again.
At the same time, she wriggled her shoulders, again causing her finely-curved titties to wobble like beautiful, creamy melons which swayed under a light but persistent breeze.
Josie's eyes boggled, the girl deliberately exaggerating her reaction to the sight of Linda's breasts so as not to appear too interested.
Without warning, without the slightest premeditation, their friendly tussle had abruptly turned into something rather more serious. They were both aware of the fact, both waiting for the other to make the decisive move which would clinch matters: which would bring their latent desire for each other into the open...
Linda Ellis and Josie Ballard were, as Steve had surmised, on final vacation from finishing school. They had been close friends all their lives, growing up together in a suburb of New York and regarding each other almost as sisters.
And in appearance they resembled one another closely enough to pass as siblings. Linda, with her auburn hair and slim build was perhaps the more vivacious of the two; while Josie tended to a more intellectual temperament, though her conversation sparkled and she had the reputation of being an extremely lively girl. She, too, had rather long auburn hair and although her figure was slightly more well-developed than Linda's, Josie possessed the same attractive curves not too ample but certainly not bony.
Their fathers were wealthy enough to be able to afford an expensive schooling for their daughters and the luxury of a pleasure cruise for them upon its completion.
However, this was the very first time that either girl had been permitted to travel so far from home without some kind of chaperone. And since they had both now reached the age of 22, Josie being the elder by some four months, their excitement at having finally broken the chains of parental bondage was intense.
It was not really surprising that Linda and Josie had over-celebrated their freedom; drinking far too much alcohol for girls who had hitherto been allowed nothing stronger than an occasional glass of wine with dinner.
For, unlike most modern American parents, their respective fathers had decided to raise their daughters under very strict surveillance; keeping them from every form of temptation and experience...
Small wonder that now, finally breaking free from this unnatural restraint, Linda and Josie were determined to make up as quickly as possible for lost time.
And although neither girl had consciously sought to seduce the other, their tipsy sky-larking had, perhaps inevitably, led to the present tense situation where Linda knelt in front of the still supine Josie, flaunting her breasts proudly, teasingly in her friend's face.
The moments passed. Josie's mouth slowly closed, her protective "moch-interest" clearly becoming a genuine, openly displayed desire.
She lay on the carpeted floor, staring up at the round, slightly quivering globes with their red tipped nipples, her eyes drinking in the naked beauty, her lips suddenly wondering what it would be like to suck the tempting-teats into her mouth...
Maybe, in spite of the double brandies they had consumed and despite their aroused state, neither girl would have dared to make the first move towards a blatant, explicit caress of each other's bodies. It seemed as if their initial boldness was waning, brought under control by their highly moral upbringing.
But at precisely the moment when Josie's eyes began to drop reluctantly from the erotic spectacle of Linda's bare breasts, a tremendous clap of thunder shattered the silence of the room.
A flash of forked lightning stabbing into the room like the Day of Judgment itself, creating a sudden, awesome brightness in the cabin which set the girl's hearts pounding with fear.
Their mouths opened in wordless screams and they fell into each other's arms, clutching instinctively for the protection of another human body...
When their panic subsided, Linda and Josie opened their frightened eyes to find themselves lying with their bodies pressed rigidly together, their mouths only inches apart.
The temptation to kiss was too great: possibly neither girl intended anything more than a reassuring, soothing meeting of their lips; but imperceptibly the pressure of their mouths grew stronger and stronger until, abandoning pretence and inhibition, they sucked openly and wantonly at each other's wet, fragrant tasting lips with undisguised passion...
Linda made the first move towards an even closer intimacy. She put her arms slowly and gently around Josie's back, then stroked the flesh tenderly; feeling cautiously for the clasp of her friend's brassiere.
They were still kissing, neither girl daring to remove her lips first for fear that the other would break away from her and draw away from their petting in disgust. At first, the kiss had been a tentative meeting of their mouths which had grown harder and more passionate, though their lips remained tightly closed.
But as she felt Linda's fingers unfasten her bra and then caress her back with unmistakably loving movements of her hand Josie parted her own lips and, breathing heavily, pushed the tip of her tongue inquiringly against her girl friend's teeth.
A little probing, and Linda opened her mouth, permitting the slow, wet entry of Josie's tongue. The trembling moist muscle gingerly explored the inside of Linda's orifice, licking with dainty, fearful movements at the roof, the inner cheeks and finally seeking Linda's tongue in an electrifying communion which set both girls' bodies quivering with desire.
From this moment their love-play grew increasingly bolder: encouraged by Josie's willingness to cooperate, Linda drew the girl's bra-straps over her shoulders, then lifted the harness away from her body, pulling the warm cups free of Josie's soft, exciting breasts.
She gasped breathily into Josie's now-open mouth as she felt the girl's titties descend on her own in a deliciously firm pressing.
Gradually, Linda also became aware that Josie's crotch was beginning to writhe on hers the hard mound above her friend's sex (which she had glimpsed on many occasions when they were naked in the shower together) now moving with a definitely sexual rhythm on her equally firm pubic bulge.
They were being caught up in a strange whirlpool of emotion which neither girl seemed capable of controlling. Linda opened her thighs and twisted her loins against Josie's making their cunts push with increasing vigor, harder and harder...
Until, their desire openly manifesting itself in their eyes and their actions, the girls reached for each other's breasts and began to fondle urgently at the globes twisting and mauling them, rolling and rubbing their nipples, their tongues slithering together and their bodies thrusting wildly to maintain the closest possible contact.
"We we shouldn't!" Josie breathed when they finally paused in their kissing to gulp air. "Oh, Linda, it's so wrong so bad!"
"Let go of my nipple, then!" Linda smiled.
"Stop squeezing it like that if you think it's wrong!"
"I can't!" Josie gasped. "Linda I can't let go! And you mustn't, either!" she urged the girl. "You won't stop touching it, baby? Promise me? Go on: pull it harder if you like! I don't mind!" Josie's eyes were blurring as she tweaked Linda's nipple between her fingers, the palm of her hand rubbing the girl's breasts over and over again. "That's right! Pull it! Pull harder even harder!"...
Linda had the teat in her forefinger and thumb, grabbing the luscious little bur so tightly that she knew she was causing Josie terrible pain. But the girl seemed to relish the exquisitely sweet agony! No matter how hard Linda squeezed her nipple, Josie begged for more!
And Linda herself found that the burning sensation which Josie's own fingers were causing at her breast was bringing her a kind of excitement which she had never before experienced.
All at once, though, this pleasure was not enough! She wanted more she possessed a hunger which cried out, demanded to be satisfied!
Her urgent passion could bear not the slightest delay. Linda released Josie's nipple, allowing the darling bud to fall back, bruised and incredibly stiff, onto the girl's breasts.
Then, gripping Josie's wrist, she forced her to relinquish her hold on her own (Linda's) titty. Directly the girl had done so, Linda ripped at the remaining tatters of her negligee, stripping herself completely naked in moments and posing for her friend kneeling at Josie's side with her thighs spread and her hands resting proudly on her hips.
"I think you'd better take your panties off, baby!" she whispered to the startled Josie. "I'm beginning to feel a bit shy with absolutely nothing on!"
When the girl hesitated, Linda shook her head with impatience and slipped her own fingers quickly into the silk waistband of Josie's briefs.
Before the girl was able to react, Linda tugged hard pulling the panties swiftly over Josie's hips and baring the black triangle of hair which surrounded the entrance to Josie's completely virginal cunt.
Bending down a little, her breasts lolling sexily, Linda drew the small white pants off Josie's legs and surveyed the secrets which her action had so rudely exposed to view.
"Very sweet!" she commented. "You've got a very attractive little pussy, darling!"
Her new-found boldness seemed to have sprung from nowhere. Linda could scarcely believe that it was true that she was actually playing the part of an experienced lesbian, instructing a shy young novice in the pleasures of that special kind of love.
And she was doing it with such panache, such aplomb! Incredible, Linda thought. I had no idea-
But her musings on the subject were quickly curtailed by the sight of Josie as the girl leisurely opened her legs and raised her knees: giving Linda the fullest possible opportunity to inspect her dainty, rather moist-looking pussy!
Well, well! Linda metaphorically raised her eyebrows as she bent her head to view Josie's sex treasures from a closer angle. Perhaps they were both as secretly lustful as each other! Maybe she wasn't playing the lead after all....
Then, as she was about to reach for Josie's quim-lips, intending to prize the darlings open and take a really good look at her friend's vagina, Linda felt Josie's hand on her arm.
"Don't be selfish!" the girl whispered thickly. "Why should you have all the fun? Come on you know what I want you to do . .
Linda was puzzled, but only for the briefest moment. Realization dawned almost immediately, and she blushingly settled herself in the sixty-nine position over Josie's face having to fight a strong impulse which urged her not to open her thighs so revealingly.
But Linda received assistance from Josie, the girl reaching up and cupping her buttocks, drawing the fulsome, naked globes down towards her face.
And within moments the friends were gazing from just a few inches into on another's most private and secret possessions: Josie's hands spreading Linda's butt-cheeks so that they stretched prettily showing the girl Linda's dewy, red-tinged slit in every detail....
A hushed silence fell upon the room, the atmosphere tense with almost palpable emotion as the girl friends grew steadily bolder their fingers coming to rest on each other's cunts and peeling the lips apart to their widest capacity.
Josie undoubtedly enjoyed the best view. Her eyes were in a position to feast not only upon Linda's soft-skinned quim but also upon the girl's tiny, brown-rimmed anus.
The butt-cheeks were wedged open by the pressure of Josie's fingers (which were scoring deeply into the underside of each perfectly-shaped globe), and the girl could see every wrinkle of the tautly-stretched skin around Linda's rear passage every hair which curled protectively around her partner's crotch and every pore, every inch of Linda's sexy cunt.
She was the first to put her lips to the place, too. The faintly throbbing stiffness of Linda's clitoris was too tempting, too gorgeous to resist!
Josie's tongue crept from between her lips, the pink, well-moistened muscle inching slowly into the deep slot of Linda's quim until it came into delicious contact with the red, aromatic gristle.
She felt Linda's body tremble over hers, the girl's buttocks starting to clench together in protest. But Josie hold tightly to the cheeks, refusing to let them close and when Linda felt her friend's tongue licking firmly up and down the long slit of her cunt, she gradually relaxed ... her own hands stealing beneath Josie's body to cup the resilient, fleshy orbs of the girl's buttocks.
Linda's chin was already resting on the rather ticklish pubic hairs which grew in such delightful profusion around Josie's sex. And her mouth hovered close to the girl's quim-lips which were half-open, the petals glistening with beads of juice which Josie had in her excitement, allowed to trickle from her pulsing wound.
Panting, she closed the gap between her lips and Josie's cunt; bringing her mouth firmly onto the pouting gash and straightway licking her tongue as deep as she could into the gasping red slot.
Carefully, Linda sucked at the extremely potent orifice, her nostrils filling with the strong flavor of the girl's genitals, her tongue and her taste-buds sa-livatating as they explored the fleshy, sacred fount.
Her whole being became focused on the act of cunt-sucking her girl friend: the lovely lapping of Josie's lips at her own quim fading slowly into the background as Linda pinched the fatty lips and stretched them even wider her mouth buried in the sleek skin of the girl's marvelous vagina.
Memories came flooding back to her. Memories of standing before a bedroom mirror, bending to touch her toes and viewing the interesting bulge which her cunt made as she gazed at its reflection from between her parted legs.
Linda's breath came faster and faster; short, gasping pants which were smothered in the fleshy folds of Josie's quim.
She remembered now that she had always wanted to examine her strange, oddly exciting sex more closely. Her curiosity had never been satisfied, since Linda had never dared to dream up more abandoned attitudes for herself: poses which would reveal to her the intricacies of the part of her body which intrigued her so very much...
Now her eyes open and staring into the depths of a cunt which, surely, was identical in every respect to her own Linda regretted the many lost opportunities she and Josie had had to explore their bodies.
How narrow-minded they had been! How slow and prudish!
She licked into Josie's quim with greater zest, determined to make up for lost time. The girl was now jerking her body up and down in a fierce, thrilling frenzy, her breasts nearly flattened against Linda's soft under-belly the nipples sharp and hard, their hot tips burning into the girl's abdomen.
And Linda began to keep time with her friend, adjusting to Josie's sexual rhythm so that their nude bodies throbbed together in an outrageously free and erotic merging.
All too soon they reached the fever-pitch of their lust inexperience and the stimulation of alcohol bringing them prematurely to orgasm.
Linda's mouth was suddenly wet with a strange, very pungent fluid: it spurted against her tongue and ran down her throat, almost causing the girl to recoil from the unfamiliar and rather nauseous sensation.
But she kept her lips pressed to Josie's cunt, sucking harder than ever on the flavorsome meat, determined not to spoil her girl friend's climax...
And the utterly ecstatic twisting and jerking of Josie's body soon sent Linda into a similar frenzy of lust. She gripped the sleek balls of the girl's butt, turning them angrily from side to side, feeling the sharp delight bubbling in her loins ... knowing that she was working herself quickly into state where her own love-juice would have to spill.
When it came, when the spunk started to jet in a hotly gushing stream from the slit of her sex, Linda squirmed her crotch feverishly, grinding the cunt-lips urgently into Josie's mouth her eyes clenched in beautiful bliss as the spasm went on and on ... each sweet, provoking tickle of Josie's tongue causing a further flow of the oily treacle...
Raising their faces from each other's sex organs, Linda and Josie rested their cheeks on the damp, perspiring flesh of their partner's thigh and dreamily caressed the white skin, their fingers tracing slowly up and down the soft, parted leg.
They weren't ready to face on another and openly admit to this new-found love which had so suddenly sprung into being. Not yet. For the time being it was enough merely to lie in such wonderful, naked closeness and savor the after-moments of their first sexual experiment.
But in both Linda's and Josie's mind were stirring the seeds of further, more prolonged intimacies. A barrier had been crashed, a taboo swept away. And it was unthinkable that either girl could return to a state of innocence again...
CHAPTER FOUR
Three sharp knocks came in quick succession at the door. The girls tensed, their bodies stiffening as the unexpected noise cut into their dreamy after-sex reverie.
like frightened schoolchildren, caught out at some secret, forbidden game, Josie and Linda leapt to their feet and snatched for some clothes to don. Quickly, they pulled dressing gowns around their shoulders beautifully colored robes which rustled silkily with every movement of their bodies.
Then, as they were tightening the cords, drawing the flowing gowns so that they fitted snugly around their otherwise naked figures, Linda remembered.
"It's the steward!" she whispered. "Don't you recall? We ordered another round of drinks before...."
She blushed and lowered her eyes, but Josie moved in close to her and held her shoulders.
"What's the matter you're not afraid to say what we were doing are you, Linda? We were making love!" she told the girl firmly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide!"
Josie squeezed Linda's arms. "I love you!" she said softly. "Really, Linda I love you!"
The knock came again, more insistent, and she kissed Linda's mouth firmly pressing up against the girl before releasing her shoulders and going to unlock the door.
As she opened it, Josie wondered at the long delay between their ordering the drinks and the steward's arrival. The time lapse was very welcome as things had turned out but what was the reason for it? She wondered if Steve had overlooked the request, only remembering it after a lengthy interval.
And when the young man stepped into their cabin she waited until he had set the tray on the table then asked: "Steve, darling had you forgotten us? We were waiting so anxiously for you, you know!"
Something about the strait-laced steward aroused the bitch in Josie. She loved to tease him loved to see his babyish good looks grow tense and flush under her coy flirtation.
He looked so completely innocent. And his air of inexperience brought out the worst in both girls especially since they considered themselves to be in a totally different class to the boy. With him they felt doubly safe: safe to flaunt their bodies in front of him and give him the frank glances and innuendos which a maturer male might have returned with a passion that would have terrified them.
For one thing Steve was only a steward. And even more important, he seemed so shy and gauche in their presence. Neither Linda nor Josie suspected that the boy had already run the full spectrum of sexual experience! He had learned the lessons of love from a great variety of women and could have taught the girls a prodigious amount of subtle expertise...
But Steve had so far felt capable of only one reaction towards them: irritation at their obvious wiles and anger at their even more apparent condescension.
However, on first approaching their cabin with the fresh demand for brandy, he had heard the unmistakable sounds of a sexy frolic coming from the room. And for some reason, still not completely understood by him, Steve had waited outside the door his ear pressed closely to the hinge listening as the noise gradually quietened and became heavy, muffled breathing mingled with the occasional smacking of lips....
It wasn't too difficult to imagine the scene: the last time he had entered the cabin, Linda and Josie had been helping each other to undress. He thought then that he had detected a certain undercurrent to the aid they were giving one another a faint but tangible atmosphere of sexuality in the way their hands had lingered just a little too much on the more intimate areas of their bodies.
The girls had scarcely bothered to conceal their semi-nudity in front of him; but this, he knew, was attributable mainly to the quantities of alcohol which they had consumed rather than to any innate boldness in their characters.
This was the first time in a long while that Steve had played the voyeur. And positioned outside a cabin door with only the faintest whispers of sound penetrating to his ears meant that his imagination had been hard at work to translate the murmurs into vivid, highly-colored tableaux.
Thanks to the violent, still raging storm, no one had chanced to come upon him at the doorway; nearly all the passengers being safely ensconced either in their cabins or the saloons.
Judging finally that the girls had completed whatever lascivious caresses they had been indulging in, I Steve had shaken himself out of the trance-like stup-our which had overcome him and knocked at the door.
It wasn't until he had actually entered the cabin that he realized his prick was still hard bulging rather obviously out of the tight-fitting white trousers and helped not at all by the sight of Linda and Josie in their silk dressing gowns: the girls' nipples protruding stiffly against the snugly-wrapped robes. There was also the definite aroma of female spunk in the room. It clung to the air like stale perfume the thick, pungent flavor of recently-shed cunt-juice...
Steve turned to leave, mumbling an indistinct apology for his delay in bringing the drinks.
"Oh, you're not going to leave us all alone again, are you?" Josie stepped forward and caught at his sleeve. "Stay and have a little drink with us!" The girl sidled around to face him, her curves brushing against his body as she moved her hand up to his lapel and caressed the cotton fabric, gazing up into his eyes.
"No, I guess I ought to go," he told her gruffly. "I've got a couple more orders to deliver...."
Josie pouted. "You're just an old meanie!" she said mock-crossly. "Isn't he, Linda? Why--. " Her voice trailed off in surprise as she swayed off-balance and leaned more closely against the boy.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What's this, then? I do believe Steve!" Josie shook her head slowly, reproachfully. "You bad boy! You're all horny, aren't you?"
He took her wrist roughly and jerked her hand from his jacket. "I have to go, Miss Ballard; please excuse me."
"I certainly will not!" Josie's eyes sparkled with a dangerous light as she stepped briskly to the door and turned the key in the lock. With her body pressed tightly to the paneling, she removed the key and put it behind her back.
"I'm a passenger, aren't I? And you're supposed to do everything in your power to see that I have a nice time it says so in the brochure! Right, Linda?"
Linda, who had been standing in the background, now came forward, walking past Steve and moving close to Josie.
"You're going a bit too far!" she whispered.
"Open the door, Josie, you're being foolish!"
Linda, although she wasn't altogether aware of the emotion, had begun to feel rather possessive towards her girl friend. A tiny voice in her brain murmured that Josie was, perhaps, highly-sexed enough and sufficiently uninhibited after their romp to desire an even stronger thrill. And she suddenly couldn't bear the idea of Josie in bed with a man! It was impossible for her to ignore the fact that, quite obviously, Josie was doing everything she could to seduce the boy.
The whole tone of her behavior indicated that, this time, she wasn't just fooling around. Josie meant business!
Linda, too, had noticed the hard length of the steward's prick. She didn't want to admit it even to herself but the sight of Steve's penis at full vigor had given her a rather queasy feeling at the pit of her stomach; and it was difficult enough for her to control her own feelings without Josie making matters worse!
"Don't give me orders!" Josie told her pertly. "I'm a big girl now, Linda!"
She brushed past her girl friend, slipping the key into the large pocket of her gown. Linda's attempt to bring her to her senses had only served to increase Josie's desire. A wicked glint shone from her eyes and as the girl walked slowly back to Steve's side she swayed her hips as provocatively as she knew how: the faintly ridiculous exaggeration of her movement increasing the boy's sharp, painful urge to fuck her.
It emphasized Josie's inexperience, her tantalizing innocence which had only just begun to flower into an awareness of her physical needs. The girl, although in her 'twenties, was clearly a stranger to lust and Steve guessed that the intimate tete-a-tete he had partially overheard was Josie's first real introduction to sex.
Maybe it would be interesting to complete her education, he thought. He had nothing to lose, after all. And it would do his ego a power of good to show both girls that he was far from being the shy young steward they imagined him to be...
Steve remained still as Josie came up to him, deciding that he would force her to make the first move. It would be an interesting experience to let her assume that he was bashful. And he had a strong premonition that Linda would feel obliged to join her friend in any sexual activity which started. He hadn't enjoyed the favors of two girls, both at the same time, for quite a while...
Josie moved in close to him, her breasts and her thighs just touching the boy's body. Steve could feel the warmth from her almost-naked flesh reaching out to his senses, her perfume mingling with the smell of girl-spunk in the cabin to produce an arousing, erotic fever in him which spread quickly through his mind: sharpening his desire and causing his penis to grow harder, thicker.
She kept her eyes on his, their darkly attractive irises, the pupils large with excitement, starting into Steve's until he felt almost mesmerized by the powerful currents which swam in Josie's retina.
"You've been very unpleasant to us, Steve," she told him softly. "And I think you ought to start making amends...."
Josie raised her arms slowly and put her hands about his neck, linking her fingers so that they pressed firmly into the nape.
The movement caused her breasts to come more closely together, deepening the cleavage where her robe was insufficiently drawn across the girl's bosom. And as Steve lowered his eyes in simulated shyness, he could see the white flesh plainly the twin globes, full and milky, pressing snugly against one another with a long, exciting crease at their junction.
Josie arched her spine, wriggling her crotch against his erect prick and writhing herself suggestively.
Steve made no reply. And the girl pressed her cheek to his, rubbing her smooth face slowly up and down with her mouth breathing hotly against his ear lobe.
The couple remained in this position for several minutes standing in the centre of the cabin while Linda, at the door, looked on with mounting anxiety; tension building up in her as she watched Josie's fingers caressing the short hairs around Steve's neck and then stealing around to play gently at the boy's ear.
Josie knew from the growing thrust of Steve's cock against her loins that the boy was reaching a state of intense excitement. And the wet warmth inside her quim told her that she, too, was no longer satisfied with this mild form of stimulation; her sexual urge was too great....
She sighed deeply, slipping her hands from Steve's neck and letting them run gradually down the boy's shoulders to his waist. Then Josie stepped back slightly, giving herself space to inflame their senses even more by the loosening of her robe. Before doing this, she pushed her hand into the cleavage and placed it on her right breast.
"You mustn't be shy, Steve," she whispered in the sexiest voice she could muster. "You've seen a girl doing this to herself before, haven't you?"
He shook his head, gazing as if petrified at the action of Josie's hand as it massaged her breast inside the robe several times almost bringing the soft white orb into full view.
"Here," she said suddenly. "Let me show you what I'm doing to myself..."
And Josie drew on the tassel of her gown, untying the knot in one movement. It fell completely open, and the girl smoothed its folds away from her body, giving Steve a breathtaking view of her naked breasts, her smooth, bare belly and the even more exciting nudity of her pubic triangle and the firm fleshed thighs which rose out in sleek curves beneath her sex.
Her fingers were still cupping one breast, the swollen flesh raised slightly beneath the flat of her palm. Josie now slid her hand further upwards, rubbing herself cat-like her fingers pressing into the rich, snowy skin and causing her tit to squash deliciously against her chest.
Steve's breath became short and harsh, the uneven sound reaching Josie's ears, causing her to smile up at the boy and fondle her breast more thoroughly.
"Like it?" she whispered. "You don't want to run away from us now, do you, Stevie?"
He wet his lips, shook his head silently.
"Linda!" Josie kept her eyes on Steve, didn't pause in her self-caressing as she spoke to the girl behind her. "Come here, baby. I need some help in getting out of my robe!"
Linda, realizing that nothing she could do or say was now capable of dissuading Josie, approached the couple slowly. She could hear herself panting, feel her body trembling all over as she stepped up behind Josie and, her hands shaking, put her fingers on the girl's shoulder blades.
"Slip it off for me, baby." Josie's voice was authoritative and Linda at last felt herself being caught up in the excitement of what they were about to do.
She plucked up the silken edges of Josie's robe and drew the garment as gradually as possible away from the girl's body. It made a sexy crackling sound as it brushed against Josie's bare skin, the static electricity in her highly-aroused flesh tingling the tips of Linda's fingers.
At last the girl was completely naked, sandwiched temptingly between the boy and the girl, her ripe buttocks thrusting out, almost touching Linda's body and her splendid breasts jutting towards Steve's chest.
She continued to rub herself, bringing her other hand up so as to give her left breast the same treatment. Quickly, both nipples perked stiffly to erection, growing hard and red under the girl's light, but persistent touch.
All at once, Linda realized that she felt terribly lonely left out of the rising excitement which was being generated between Josie and Steve.
Doubtless, the alcohol contributed towards her unusual daring as Linda fumbled at the cord of her own robe and shrugged her arms out of the sleeves; soon standing as naked as Josie, her nipples stiffening even before the girl had raised her fingers to them.
She rubbed her breasts for a moment, then had second thoughts. Why on earth should they play with themselves when there was a boy in the room who was obviously only too eager to fondle their breasts!
Linda stopped massaging herself and stepped around to Josie's side.
"I think he's seen enough, darling!" she announced to Josie with surprising frankness. "Don't you agree that Steve ought take over now? After all-" she ran her eyes appraisingly over the boy's bulging evidence of manhood. "He looks very capable of satisfying both of us!"
Josie glanced at her friend, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Why not?" she chuckled. "What do you say, Steve? Are you chicken or can you show us what you're made of?"
The boy looked from one girl to the other, his eyes running up and down their gorgeously naked bodies as if he was unable to make up his mind who should enjoy his favors first. Then:
"All right!" he declared. "You've been asking for it ever since we left Florida, haven't you? O.K.! Lay down on the bed and I'll give the pair of you a fuck!"
He began to strip off his jacket angrily, ripping the buttons when they proved difficult, then pulled his tee-shirt swiftly over his head.
"You're a couple of prick-teasers, aren't you? You think you can get away with it, too!" Steve was unzipping his fly, tugging his white pants down and stepping quickly out of them.
When he stood straight again, the tight, very small under-briefs barely contained his throbbing, outsized weapon. It pulsed with a steady vigor under the white cotton, the tip of its crown almost escaping the elasticated waistband.
"You think that I'm just a steward, I wouldn't dare to take you up on your teasing! Right? And even if I tried to, all you're got to do is scream for help!"
Linda and Josie had sobered a little at the boy's sudden, unexpectedly forceful reaction. Or perhaps it was the immensity of his cock which gave them their rather fearful expressions: it looked far too thick to penetrate either girl without causing pain and they exchanged nervous glances, beginning to wonder if they hadn't taken on more than they were capable of controlling....
Steve took a step towards them and both girls backed instinctively.
"It wouldn't do you any good to call out or press the buzzer," he warned them, a soft menace underlying his words. "Because even if someone came which they're unlikely to do, since I'm the steward for this deck remember? But even if they did, how would you like a certain rumor to spread all round the ship? A little gossip that would go from one person to another like wildfire?"
Josie colored. "What the hell do you mean?" she demanded, trying hard to assert herself. "How dare you threaten us! How dare you even speak to us in that tone of voice!"
But her curiosity got the better of her, and as Steve showed no inclination to tell them what he meant by his choice of words, she finally asked:
"What what kind of rumor do you mean, anyway? We haven't done anything! We've got nothing to be ashamed of!"
Steve smiled knowingly. "Is that so?" he commented. "Then I'd better enlighten you, hadn't I? What about the little romp the pair of you were enjoying just before I came in? I could hear everything you said to each other and I could guess pretty well what you were doing, too!
"Now what are you going to do? If I get dressed and walk out of here, I guarantee everybody on board is going to know we've got a pair of beautiful young lesbians in cabin 451 before .-"
He broke off as Josie stepped angrily forward and slapped his face hard.
Steve rubbed his cheek ruefully. "I guess I asked for that, didn't I?" she said quietly. "O. K. no more threats. I'll just do what I intended to do..."
And the boy started to move towards the door, pausing en route to pick up his discarded clothes. Turning once more to face the girls, Steve held up his pants.
"I'll give you exactly one minute to make up your minds. Then I put my clothes on and go out. You know what that means..."
Josie and Linda went into a huddle, moving as far away from Steve as possible. He watched them, an assured, complacent expression on his face, supremely confident of the result of their hasty conference.
When they had whispered together for only a few moments, Josie turned round, holding Linda's hand tightly. Quietly, he nodded her head and told him:
"You win! We weren't really teasing you, incidentally, Steve whatever you think! We were just ... well, your thing is rather big, isn't it?"
She fluttered her eye-lashes in embarrassment, lowering her face in confusion as Steve grinned proudly across the room at the girls.
"You will be gentle with us, Steve, won't you?" Josie pleaded. "It's it's our first time, you know!"
He nodded. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you: I won't hurt either of you! I'll treat you like babies, I promise soft, very curvy babies! Now, suppose we stop wasting precious time! Get up on the bed and let me see if I can give you more pleasure than you gave yourselves...."
He waited until the girls had stretched themselves out at full length on one of the twin beds, their bodies pressing closely together, then reached out and flipped the light switch off.
A moment later they heard his soft footsteps as Steve came up alongside them, Linda and Josie's legs trembling sweetly as they awaited their first real lover....
CHAPTER FIVE
In the subdued lighting which gently illuminated the cabin, the girls' fair-skinned nudity presented a vision of sensual, defenseless beauty; dazzling in its implication of limitless sexuality.
Steve stood over them, on the side of the bed where Josie lay and relished their fine young bodies for a few moments peering down until his eyes had traversed every inch of their voluptuous flesh.
Both girls had their eyes tightly closed; and Steve smiled to see their limbs quivering with nervous anticipation. But visual stimulation soon palled paling before the prospect of actually fondling the girls and bringing his sex to its desired place: their hot, wet, clinging little cunts!
He took Josie's leg and raised it so that he was able to sit on the edge of the bed. The muscles were taut as he lowered it across his lap, and although Josie allowed him to part her thighs without protest, she was obviously doing so under a very great strain.
Steve kept his hand on the inside of her calf, his fingers rubbing the supple flesh as if he were trying to soothe away her misgivings.
But his eyes were focused unblinkingly upon Josie's crotch. "With the opening of the girl's legs, her most secret possession was laid bare for his inspection: the beautifully pink quim with the lips peeled apart through the attitude of her thighs; Josie's red dewdrop of a clitoris protruding stiffly out of the upper region of her slit.
Steve drank in the sight without haste. He even pressed Josie's leg away from its companion in order to watch the two-inch gash open a little more.
Then, unhurriedly, the boy caressed up the inside of Josie's thigh, fondling the fullness of her underleg until his fingers reached to the hairs surrounding the girl's cave of enjoyment.
With his forefinger and thumb he delicately and gently pinched the right-hand lip-fold, pulling Josie's cunt even wider so that he was able, with the fingers of his other hand, to begin a slow, tormenting insertion.
In her excitement, the girl had already lubricated the walls of her quim; moistening the dark, deep orifice with that all-too-familiar sex liquid which the boy had grown to love so early in life.
He pressed his forefinger and middle finger tightly together, then eased them both into the wound. Josie started to pant. Her body writhed in heat as Steve began to tickle the two digits around and around, fondling her cunt with a dizzying, thorough-going exploration that sent the girl into an immediate, pulsating ecstasy.
She squirmed her hips in time to his frigging, trying to keep his fingers inside her all the time though Steve found a greater pleasure in drawing them slowly in and out of her adhesive honey-pot.
And when Josie was clearly in the throes of complete sexual abandon, he cruelly withdrew the digits that were bringing her such bliss and turned his attention to Linda!
"Oh, no!" Josie moaned. "You mustn't! Steve you mustn't leave me now!"
But the boy had already begun to caress Linda's pubic mound, delving his fingers down the patch of silky hairs and persuading her thighs to open. Linda let one leg fall over the side of the bed, giving him the greatest possible assistance in gaining access to her furry cloister.
This time Steve varied his approach. He crooked his fingers, then pressed his nails tightly to the raw, open slit and rubbed with a slowly increasing rhythm up and down the fissure.
While he was engaged on this stimulating work, Josie had realized that she was being neglected for a very good reason. It was up to her to find her own amusement! The boy had purposely left her just when she was enjoying herself so much counting on her to improvise ways of maintaining her pleasure.
O. K. Josie smiled grimly. Steve was sprawled across the bed now, his body (naked but for the tight pair of under-briefs) lying partly on her thighs, partly on Linda's.
She eased herself into a sitting position and brought her hands to that tempting-looking bulge which throbbed at the boy's crotch.
At the touch of her fingers it seemed to increase in size swelling rigidly upwards, flowering under the first caress of the girl's probing, stroking digits.
Josie wasted no more time. Pausing only to give Steve's cock a brief, exploratory feel through his pants, she took them by the waistband and tugged them down over his hips and buttocks gasping as the red veined, bulbous prick burst into view.
Feverishly now, the girl fumbled the briefs over Steve's thighs, calves and ankles; panting as she finally got them free and hurled them to the floor.
Then her fingers sped quickly back up his blonde-haired, tanned legs to his crotch trembling as they caressed up the thick, pulsing meat of his cock, petting a male sex organ for the first time in the girl's young life.
Eyes aflame with desire, Josie peeled back the foreskin and inspected the redder, more sensitive underside of the prick. She fondled it lovingly, inching herself downwards until her mouth was but a few tempting inches from the horn.
Josie wondered if she dared ... Her heart beat furiously at the thought of placing the hot, rigid staff between her lips and tonguing it, sucking it like an outsized lollipop.
She shouldn't she really shouldn't do such a thing! And yet it looked so succulent and inviting!
Perhaps she could just pretend to insert it her mouth ... With shaking fingers, Josie brought Steve's hard weapon nearer to her warm, moist lips.
It didn't seem quite so alien to her now. She had caressed the cock long enough to grow familiar with its pulsing and its exciting swelling whenever she squeezed the meat a little too tightly.
Tentatively, Josie extended her tongue and licked tenderly across the width of the boy's prick. It quivered violently at the contact and without further ado, the girl closed her eyes and twisted the throbbing stick downwards: her head thrusting forward in one quick movement, her lips opening to take as much of its length as possible into her mouth.
Keeping her fingers firmly around the lower half of the dick, Josie gave the top portion a generous three inches as thorough a sucking as she could, her lips working on the rigid joystick to the very best of her ability.
Well-pleased with the treatment his cock was receiving, Steve decided to give Linda a similar thrill. He smiled at the girl, whispering instructions to her in a low, sexy voice which made Linda feel weak and helpless.
Somehow, she managed to get herself into the position he had suggested levering herself up so that her back rested against the headboard and her thighs were stretched open as wide as possible.
As soon as she was ready, Steve moved his face between her lewdly parted limbs (feeling Josie wriggling with him, anxious not to lose her oral connection with his penis) and immediately began to lick into the slit which his fingers had just abandoned.
Linda started to draw back, her legs clamping about his head at the touch of Steve's mouth on her cunt. But the boy got his hands against her thighs, fiercely prizing them open his fingers thrusting her flesh apart so that he could continue to savor the fruits of her velvet-smooth quim.
And, slowly, the girl gave up struggling; abandoning herself with increasing pleasure to the steady licking which Steve was giving to her cunt.
The trio settled themselves into a prolonged and intimate session: their lust greatly stimulated by the further novelty of Linda and Josie using their hands to play ceaselessly with each other's breasts pinching the nipples until they glowed a deep, fascinating red and grew as hard as bullets.
When, by mutual agreement, they had become weary of this coupling, Steve decided it was high time that he gave the girls a more invigorating thrill.
He withdrew his mouth from Linda's cunt, at the same time gently disengaging his cock from Josie's lips. The latter girl seemed to be the most aroused of the two and Steve judged her ripe for fucking first. Then, after Linda had watched him giving the delectable Josie a decent screwing, it would be her turn to be spread-eagled on the bed and subjected to the same treatment.
Although she was still breathing heavily and her senses were beautifully afloat in erotic reveries, Josie licked her lips nervously as Steve arranged her legs. She reached for Linda's hand, grasped the girl's fingers and drew her down so that Linda lay at her side.
"Stay with me, baby!" she whispered. "Help me, won't you?"
Linda nodded, snuggling alongside Josie with her face turned inward so that she could soothe the trembling girl with her lips kissing her friend repeatedly on Josie's cheek, ears and neck...
Steve lowered his naked body until he had covered Josie's, then rested his hands firmly on the girl's thighs caressing the full-fleshed muscle of her inner leg in a soothing, relaxing massage.
He put his lips to the far side of Josie's neck and sucked the tender skin gently: moving his mouth slowly around to her throat.
Josie's head went back in sheer bliss as she felt their mouths petting her; Linda's lips on one side, Steve's on the other. She closed her eyes as her feeling of rapture increased, sending waves of sweet pleasure through her mind and body.
Even the boy's weight seemed to grow lighter as her lovers pampered and petted her, Linda's hands now roaming over her shoulders, fondling gradually downwards until they alighted once more on her breasts.
The hardness of Steve's prick as it pulsed against her slit no longer frightened her. She felt more than capable of withstanding its onslaught in her present condition. Why ... her quim was so wet and oily that she would scarcely realize it was entering her...
Then a shrill cry of pain escaped her lips. Steve had suddenly borne down on her, lunging his cock deep into her slit, thrusting the red giant up the tight channel of her cunt until Josie shuddered with sharp agony.
It tore into her pink-lined vulva, splitting the hymen with one relentless surge: Josie's body writhing away from the red-hot intruder as it impaled her and leapt vigorously in and out of her ruptured quim.
A cruel twist appeared at Linda's mouth. She grabbed Josie's wrist and pinned the flailing arm down, at the same time covering the girl's lips with her own in a violent, passionate kiss.
After that one scream, Josie's energy seemed to have burnt itself out spent in a single cry of outrage. Now, she lay tense and trembling ... her body submitting to Steve's cock and her mouth accepting Linda's kisses without response. Her eyes had glazed over and for a moment Linda thought the girl had fainted.
But Josie, realizing that the worst part of her ordeal was over, blinked her way back to normality and Linda soon felt her lips puckering in a brave attempt to return the pressure of her (Linda's) lips.
"What's it like?" Linda asked softly. Her eyes flickered over Josie's face, trying to read the expression on the girl's eyes. Linda's fingers still fondled at Josie's breast, worrying the round, red nipple ceaseless-
"You'll find our soon enough!" Josie retorted. Her eyes were moist with unshed tears but Linda saw that the girl had begun to relax a little. She had stopped struggling, her body accepting its alien invader with uneasy surrender if not an actual welcome.
Curiosity rather than fear was the dominant emotion in Linda's brain. She wished now that she had been the first to experience Steve's prick. After all, she reminded herself rather crossly, she had been "prepared" for the ordeal! Steve himself had sucked and wettened her pussy the least he could do was give her his dick first!
Steve himself, meanwhile, was controlling his lust carefully. He didn't want to come too soon, even though the curvaceous lovelies had excited his prick to a tremendous degree by their sexy, uninhibited games. He wanted to prolong the orgy as much as possible, extending it indefinitely until he knew that he had completed mastered the bitches!
This was more than a more sex-frolic to the boy. His class-conscious mind had seen the entire evening as a war as a combat he had to win if he was to erase the memories of his ill-treatment at their hands.
Steve regretted the fact that his defloration of Josie hadn't caused the girl more pain. Her hymen had been larger than he had expected its opening wide enough to permit the passage of his prick without giving her too much distress.
Even so, the tightness of her cunt as it milked his cock, the warm, moist walls closing with fierce suction around his thrusting weapon, gave the boy an intense thrill.
She had obviously had nothing larger than a finger inside her before: not even an imitation prick had been where his penis now fucked.
Steve raised himself slightly, wriggling forward so that his tool rubbed hard against Josie's clitoris. She grew quickly more excited at the change in position her free hand going around his neck and pulling his face down to her shoulder.
He began to kiss her curved, lusciously-rounded flesh, his teeth pressing into the skin and leaving red marks where they had marred the white, superbly textured surface.
Josie was responding in earnest now. She lifted her derriere and wriggled her thighs, feeling Steve's thick, fat cock pulse more violently under the stimulus. Encouraged, the girl increased her movements humping her haunches off the bed and grinding her loins against Steve's crotch.
Her lips were still pressed to Linda's, the girls' tongues rubbing together in wet, slithering abandon, their faces brushing sweetly...
Steve suddenly had a brilliant inspiration! The only way he could be sure of dominating Linda and Josie was to make them utterly dependent on him!
Until now their pleasure had been mutual ... But if he were to withdraw his favors, make them beg him to go on fucking them...!
First, though, it would be necessary to take Linda's virginity and give her a taste of stiff male prick!
Steve backed out of Josie's cunt, pulling his cock from the gaping slit until it popped free; the crown bathed in wet, gleaming moisture. Josie tightened her grip on his neck, her lips twisting away from Linda's mouth in surprise and frustration as she felt the beautiful staff slide out of her quim.
"Move over, baby!" Steve ordered. He lifted himself from her body, taking his weight on the palm of his hands and making room for Josie to slip out from under him.
Linda's eyes gleamed triumphantly. "It's my turn, now!" she announced. And began tugging at Josie's arm. "Come on, darling make room for me!"
"But but it's not finished yet!" Josie protested. "Steve: you're not going to leave me like this, are you?
"Like what?" he asked cynically. Josie's lower lip was trembling and Steve could see the frustration in the girl's eyes-a pity, he thought, because Josie had been so close to her orgasm! Never mind, if she was a good girl, he'd let her come a bit later...
She flushed at his question, gave him a ferocious look, then wriggled aside; moving her body so that Linda could take her place beneath the boy's raised chest.
Eagerly, Linda pushed herself into the arousing caress of Steve's arms, feeling the boy's hands pass around her and begin to caress her shoulders and her back.
She could scarcely breathe for a few moments as full weight bore down on her body, squashing her breasts so that they were flattened out into two half-deflated balloons. The hair on his chest tickled at her nipples and the girl could feel them growing stiff at the contact; rising up to press like twin points o fiery red metal into the boy's bare skin.
But her attention was turned quickly to the much more exciting thrust of Steve's dick. It was pressing with enormous power into her belly, giving Linda a sensation of intense frailty: as if she were about to be cut in two by this thick, highly-dangerous sword which pulsed so potently on her tummy.
Nervously, the girl slid her hands down Steve's body until her fingers lay on the hard bone of his hips. She felt the boy imitating her, his own hands stroking over her softer flesh and coming to rest on her waist. He shook her gently from side to side, making her squirm against him and causing her loins to rub and twist on the heavy, dangling sack of his testicles.
Linda felt intensely sober; the alcohol in her bloodstream dissolved at this far more dramatic stimulation. She allowed herself to writhe with him on the bed, but told herself that she would fight the boy if he tried to penetrate her too quickly or too violently....
And she tensed, ready to thrust him away as Steve moved his body down slightly and got the rubbery, point-shaped crown of his prick between the top of her thighs.
It was pushing into her cunt-lips, beating with a rhythm of its own unaided by any movement of the boy's body. Imperceptibly, Linda felt her slit beginning to peel open under its pressure. The hot, dominating length fondled at her preciously small sex-opening, until with a sudden push Steve got his first two inches inside the gash!
Linda stiffened, her muscles tightening.
"Relax, darling!" Josie murmured. "It won't hurt too much if you keep still and don't struggle!" The girl was propped up on one elbow, observing Linda's discomfort with amused eyes.
"Remember? You were so keen to take my place, weren't you? O. K., baby! You're going to get what you wanted!"
Josie put her hand on Steve's back, caressed her fingers slowly down to the boy's spine then ran them lasciviously over his buttocks, pushing her index finger into the crease. She wiggled it until the first and second joint disappeared between his arse cheeks, explored the divide until she found his anus then deliberately forced the slender digit well into his rear orifice.
"Give it to her, Steve!" she urged. "Go on fuck her!! "
Josie pushed down on the boy's buttocks, trying to force his crotch down hard on Linda's to make him enter the girl. And Steve, feeling the girl's sharp nail scratching in a slow, well-defined rhythm inside his ass, lunged forward into the soft goo of Linda's cunt: tightening his grip on the girl's to hold her steady.
Linda, her thighs only half-spread, received the thrust with every fibre of her being crying out against the rape. She became suddenly and violently aware of a horrible agony which spread from her vagina to her whole body.
It had never occurred to her, not in her wildest, most erotic dreams, that a man's cock could do such things to her! It was supposed to be nice slow and dreamy! Not sharp and painful like this!
The girl felt drained of energy, unable to fight against the boy. She slumped on the bed, unconsciously letting her legs open as the muscles went slack.
Her hands slithered off Steve's hips, falling to the bed in an attitude of utter helplessness as she felt the prick slide further and further inside her.
It seemed never-ending! The penetration went on and on, deeper and deeper...
Linda felt as if she were choking, as if her breath were being stifled by the thickness of this rigid intruder as if it were being crammed into her mouth rather than her cunt.
Steve bore down on her, running his hands up the smooth flesh of her curvy waist until they alighted on her breasts. Using them as supports for the weight of his body, the boy levered himself up and stared down at the globes as his fingers twisted and pummeled them: turning the red-peaked beauties around and around to his entire satisfaction.
And instead of drawing his cock in and out, Steve kept it still; knowing that just the slightest movement of his weapon in this snug, hotly clinging hole would cost him his spunk...
He could see, too, that Linda had begun to accept the pressure of his prick. The girl's breathing has assumed a regular rhythm once more, her chest rising and falling under his hands in deep, steady spasms.
Obviously, she hadn't found her first fuck to be too much of an ordeal. Perhaps, unlike Josie, Linda had experimented with certain foreign objects ... insinuating a candle or some other phallus between the lips of her sex in the dark secrecy of the night...
Steve got himself under control, beat down the urge which was trying to start his orgasm, and slowly, very slowly began to move his cock in and out of Linda's cunt.
The suction of her inner-lips was tremendous. He felt his cock being drawn tightly into Linda's quim as if by a powerful magnet. It was delicious and irresistible, this instinctive pulling of the girl's sex: the tender red walls closing sexily around his swelling, throbbing tool and pressing the weapon more and more firmly ... reluctant to let it escape now that the rod had finally forced an entry!
But this was only one reason why Steve felt himself almost constantly on the brink of climax.
Josie's finger, twisting and wriggling inside his arse hole, together with the intense sexuality of the situation was in itself enough to produce a spunking in any normal young man.
The warmth of their utterly naked bodies--Linda's beneath him, Josie's tits brushing against his shoulder as the girl leaned forward sent perpetual shivers of excitement down Steve's spine.
It required a strong resolve to keep from spurting his seed into Linda's wet, pulsing cunt. And knowing that the wetness was a mixture of blood and the girl's own love-juice only made the boy more aroused...
He jerked back abruptly, freeing his prick of Linda's slit-embrace. It waved languidly in the air, its length now covered with blotches of red where the girl's ruptured hymen had bathed it in blood.
And Linda who had just begun to feel to proud of herself for being able to take such a weapon without screaming out gave a cry of acute disappointment as her cunt again felt naked and empty.
"Oh, don't!" she pleaded. "Don't do that, Steve! Fuck me properly, baby! Please don't take it out just yet: I was almost coming!"
He shook his head. "You'll have to do better than that!" he told the girl. And, turning to Josie: "You too, baby!"
Steve circled his throbbing prick with the fingers of his right hand, moving up from Linda's outspread body and kneeling between the girl's legs. He rubbed it thoughtfully, his hand passing from the naked glans to the heavy sack which contained his balls.
"Ask me properly!" he commanded. "Beg me! Go on I'm going to fuck the girl who makes herself really humble: the one who pleases me best of all!"
Josie, whose finger was still half-inserted in Steve's butt, was the first to understand what the boy wanted them to do.
She flung herself down across Linda's thighs, her head lowered in abasement, her pretty auburn hair falling disarray over Steve's cock, hiding the erect monster from view.
"Oh, darling Steve!" Josie breathed softly. "Let me be the one! Let me feel your cock again please! Look, I'll do anything to please you, master!"
The girl, her self-consciousness completely evaporating, felt herself getting excited at the prospect of being humiliated by this young boy. Her female masochism welled up strongly, a definite desire to be ill-treated at his hands growing powerfully in her mind.
"What must I do?" she begged. "You can whip me, torment me ... anything!"
Her fingers groped for his prick. It was covered by her hair, the thick stick lost in the tangle of her tresses.
Josie pushed her hands through the silky threads until they closed around Steve's penis, then rubbed it softly keeping her hair around the rod so that is was fondled through the lovely strands.
Steve sat back on his haunches. He reached out one hand and opened the fingers, the brought it up so that it closed tightly around Josie's breast. Slowly, deliberately ... he squeezed.
Tighter and tighter clamped his fingers, until the girl's tit was held vice-like, the ruby nipple diamond-hard against Steve's palm.
She began to wince, her body starting to pull away from the boy's too-tight grasp. But he refused to let go. His hand moved in a wringing action, forcing Josie's breast to be drawn roughly from side to side; its round shapeliness squashed into an elongated, very thick curve.
"Suck it!" he commanded in a brutal, domineering voice. "Suck the blood off!" Josie hesitated, her fingers freezing around Steve's knob. "Go on you said you wanted to please me, didn't you? Lick my cock clean!"
The girl smoothed her hair from the boy's weapon. She brought her face hesitantly to its viral swelling, summoned all her will-power and suppressed her disgust, and gulped the strong-smelling penis between her lips.
While Josie mouthed him, Steve looked over her shoulder at Linda.
"You!" he ordered. "Let me see you kissing her backside! Kneel behind her and get your tongue right inside her ass!"
Linda's mouth opened but she clamped it shut before voicing her horror. She remembered how very wonderful Steve's cock had felt how deliciously rigid and satisfying it had been when it was inside her pussy.
Her eyes downcast, the girl edged around until she faced Josie's rear. She stroked the out-thrust cheeks, urging the tempting globes to open. And when the muscles relaxed and Josie's butt was revealed in all its intimate splendor, Linda obediently pursed her lips and pushed them against the musky-smelling crevice.
The full aroma of her girl friend's spunk juice wafted to Linda's nostrils: a strange, unsettling smell which both repelled and attracted her at the same time.
Keeping her hands firmly on Josie's haunches, she extended her tongue and licked daintily into the obscenely open anus her mouth, open and panting, resting against Josie's moist divide.
Linda caressed the wrinkled little orifice with her lips and tongue for a long time: growing gradually bolder and darting her mouth firmly against the sweet nutmeg, then pulling coquettishly away again for a few moments before resuming the attack.
Steve was unable to see exactly what Linda was doing to her friend from his present position. Curious, he pulled Josie away from his prick for a short while so that he could readjust their stance.
He pushed his head between Josie's thighs, looking upwards into the girl's highly vulnerable, completely open cunt and beyond this slit to her equally visible arse hole.
Then he pulled Josie down again, settling the girl with her breasts pushing into his stomach and her face positioned over his cock. Josie's mouth closed once more over his potent penis, sucking the length greedily between her red, moist lips and Steve settled himself to watch the interesting spectacle of Linda butt-licking her girl-friend...
It wasn't long before he felt once more the strong urge to shed his spunk. Josie was licking her tongue over and over the tip of his prick, trying vainly to insert it into the tiny pisshole and giving the boy a violent tickling sensation all along his fat, throbbing rod.
Linda had quickly warmed to her task as well. She had wormed two of her fingers into Josie's rear entrance and was holding the fat, oily flesh open with them thereby aiding her tongue in its methodical, unhurried exploration of the girl's beautiful, helplessly splayed butt.
Steve took his hand from Josie's breast. Its contact with the warm, supple orb had been contributing strongly to his urge to come, and the boy felt sure that once he had shot his load into one of the girl's holes (whether it turned out to be Josie's mouth or cunt, or Linda's quim) it would be some time before he was capable of growing erect again.
They had tired him out with their cavortings; reduced him to a state in which he wanted only to reach an orgasm and then lay back to savor the lengthy petting and connections which he had effected with the girls.
The only question was: which of the many delightful places that clamored for his sperm should he honor?
Steve's mind lit suddenly with the solution! It shouldn't' be too difficult it was simply a matter of arranging the girls in the right positions...
Dislodging them, the boy issued his instructions. Josie was to lie with her thighs fully spread in the "normal" position for intercourse; her knees raised, her head on the pillow.
Linda should arrange herself on top of her friend, her body facing towards the headboard: her legs, too, should be completely open her thighs fitting comfortably on Josie's, her crotch aligned with the other girl's so that, together, they presented a dual picture of bare-cunted beauty to the lustful boy.
Steve, directly the girls had assumed the required postures, climbed precariously on top of Linda and inserted his prick, with much fumbling, into her quim.
The lips pouted open under the wiggling of his tool, the red, supple gash which it concealed gaping aside to provide a sweet, snug channel down which Steve's could slide.
He fucked Linda's cunt much harder this time; urging his prick in and out of the deep, tight-fitting orifice with fierce, regular strokes.
And as soon as he felt the much-frustrated spunk teeming in his testicles, Steve made no attempt to control himself.
Instead, the boy fucked even more furiously reaching between the girl's bodies with his hands to fondle at Josie's furry quim-lips; imagining that it was just one girl he had beneath him ... and that she possessed two hairy treasures with which to excite him!
Only three strong lunges were necessary to start his thick flow streaming out.
Steve frigged his fingers into Josie's cunt and began the long-delayed climax: thrusting his belly down on
Linda's soft haunches and feeling his hot, wet sperm gushing into the girl's womb.
A long, initial jet was quickly followed by a second. Then, controlling himself tensely, Steve pulled his prick quickly from Linda's sopping quim and bundled the girl out of the way sending her sprawling to the side of the bed.
Before his cock could begin its third spasm and send his seed wastefully into the air, he rammed it thickly into Josie's slick wound: fucking her with three powerful strokes before emitting a healthy spray of white spunk which streaked violently and boilingly into the girl's recently-virgin sexhole.
Still he wasn't finished!
Steve tore his ejaculating weapon free of Josie's cunt-lips and leapt forward, kneeling astride the pant-nig girl's face and aiming his thick dart for her mouth.
Scarcely knowing what was happening to her, Josie opened her lips and closed them tightly around the terribly wet spunking-tool.
Immediately, it quivered urgently in her mouth and then, from the microscopic slit at its crown, came a sudden spray of frothy liquid rushing down her troat with a force that was too powerful to resist!
Josie gulped the tribute back, the thick, rich sperm burning her tonsils as it coursed relentlessly again and again filling her mouth with its strange, bubbling lava.
At last the flow subsided. Steve, his entire body aching, slumped back on the bed alongside the still-swallowing Josie, only to have Linda flop forward across Josies' limp, saturated curves and, a determined gleam in her eyes, dip her face down to his throbbing penis!
"She tasted it!" Linda gasped. "Why shouldn't I? You've still got some left for me, haven't you? There's still some spunk left in you, Steve isn't there? Well-". She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet and parted. "I'm going to suck it out of you, baby! Every drop every last drop!"
And, true to her word, the girl gripped his stiff male flesh and fitted its point firmly between her teeth.
She caressed the rigid stalk with her fingertips, rubbing it tenderly until it began to leap against the roof of her mouth and pulse with undiminished vigor on her tongue.
Then making tempting, sexy crooning sounds which started the fires rising once more in Steve's brain, Linda sucked carefully and deeply on his cock until she succeeded in coaxing a final spurt of come from his over-stimulated weapon.
Linda held the flesh steady, drawing on it with a sharp, sustained intake of breath as the juicy froth cascaded deliciously into her mouth.
When she was quite certain that she had drained the boy completely dry, the girl opened her lips and allowed his cock to escape its power waning, its once-stiff vigor now dropping to a flaccid, sadly dropping curl...
There was nothing she wouldn't do now, Linda thought. She and Josie had broken through all the I barriers, had done practically everything that could | be done with a man.
True, there was still the virginity of their arses...! But that would have to wait for a bit. Steve was clearly in no fit state at present to give them any further demonstration of his sexual powers.
All the same; her cunt still felt vaguely unsatisfied, as if there was still something remaining for them to do before she and Josie reached satiation.
Linda glanced at Josie and thought she could see the same desire in her friend's eyes.
Steve had now slumped full-length on the bed, his eyes half-closed, his body curled in the fetal position. Josie moved silently towards Linda, her eyes never leaving the girl's, and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue stealing out and touching Linda's with direct, unselfconscious intimacy.
"I'd like to do what Steve did, wouldn't you?" she whispered against Linda's lips. "You know that I mean, don't you, darling?"
"Yes." Linda pressed up tightly against Josie's nude body, her arms gripping the girl's shoulders.
"You want to come, don't you, Linda?" Josie continued, still speaking against the girl's mouth. "You want to feel my lips on your pussy, sucking all your juice out, don't you, baby?"
"Oh, yes!" Linda cried violently. "Oh, I want that so much! And Josie..." She licked across the sharp underside of Josie's top teeth.
"I'll do the same for you, darling at the same time..."
Exchanging a passionate look which promised a whole world of ecstasy to each other, the girls adopted the crotch-to-mouth position once more: presenting their well-fucked cunts for the most intimate inspection possible.
It required only a few minutes of kissing and tonguing before Josie and Linda reached a simultaneous orgasm.
Their abundant love-cream streamed forth, flowing out of their respective slits and into each other's mouths where it was savored like vintage wine before being swallowed.
Their faces out of sight between one another's thighs, the girls rubbed their cheeks blissfully against the soft, white flesh, breathing deeply at the fumes of lust which rose sweetly from their partner's cunt.
An evening which had begun like any other had, for Linda and Josie, turned into an unforgettable introduction to sex.
Neither girl would ever forget their strange, three-sided orgy of initiation into matters of the flesh. And neither could wait to regain her strength and resume the education.
The storm of emotion inside the closed walls of their cabin seemed to have dissipated the thunder and lightning of Nature. The turbulence had abated, the sea returning to its calm, gently rising and falling rhythm; contrasting sharply with the conflicts which still raged in at least two couples on board the liner...
CHAPTER SIX
The Caribbean had turned black under the dark blanket of night, its normally blue and inviting waters now a forbidding, oppressive shade of somber inkiness.
It was approaching midnight. The four-piece band in the first-class ballroom still played, but to an increasingly sparse audience. A few couples were dancing under the flattering blue spotlights and another half-dozen people sat at the tables, talking and drinking.
But most of the first-class passengers had opted for the livelier entertainment in the second-class section of the boat. This was the final night of the cruise and they wanted to make sure that it was a night to remember!
The rather strait-laced atmosphere for which they had paid considerably, couldn't begin to compare with the free-and-easy camaderie of the tourist class.
In any case, the wealthy matrons and the roues who preyed on attractive young men and women had discovered that their quarry was to be found in far greater numbers in the less-expensive quarter of the liner.
And they had drifted early in the evening towards the hungsing-grounds, leaving only a scattering of their compatriots in the luxury of the first-class ballroom and saloons.
There was, therefore, plenty of space at the tables which encircled the dance floor; giving Arthur and Denise Dennison a great deal of room to quarrel loudly without being overheard.
The couple sat to the rear of the ballroom, at a table which held a quarter-full bottle of Scotch and two whisky glasses which were constantly being raised to their lips.
They weren't quite drunk, but by the time the bottle had been completely emptied both Arthur and Denise would find it difficult to stagger back to their cabin unaided.
The reason for their hard drinking was capable of being summed-up in one simple, single, syllabled word: sex.
Neither would admit it, of course. They skirted around the subject, pretending both to themselves and to each other that their real quarrel lay in less fundamental (and safer) territory.
For Denise, their recent love-making had been a terrible anti-climax. She had been unable to persuade Arthur to fuck her; no matter how strongly she hinted that she wanted his prick to enter her, her husband had shown no inclination to carry their sex-play to its logical conclusion.
And then, quite suddenly, she had realized that, deep down, she had no real desire to feel his prick in her cunt!
Her sex, she saw with astonishing, frightening clarity, hungered only for the touch of gentle lips and fingers not for the hard, selfish thrust of a male organ. Secretly, Denise had been glad that Arthur went no further than sucking her to orgasm.
At first, the girl had shuddered away from this horrible insight. It was unnatural, she told herself. Perverted and disgusting!
Why, every woman wanted her husband to have sexual intercourse with her every woman!
"Every woman except Carole and her kind..." an insistent memory whispered in her brain. "She didn't want a man, did she? And maybe you're the same, Denise, maybe you prefer the softness of your own sex to the rough, brutal caresses of a man! Maybe Carole did her work only too well ... Perhaps she pleased you too much, made it impossible for you to enjoy the fondlings of the male sex..."
And Denise couldn't ignore the realization that it was with a feeling of relief that she had given up her efforts to seduce Arthur into fucking her.
Oh, yes! On the surface she had felt frustrated and angry that he had denied her. But at the more profound level of her mind, rising up from the hitherto unexplored depths of her unconscious, she had definitely caught herself in a state of exultation.
And the anti-climax? This wasn't attributable to Arthur's performance or Denise now saw to the fact that her husband hadn't fucked her.
No, it was due simply to the unfortunate accident of Arthur's sex!
Denise was frustrated because her husband wasn't of the female sex!
All of this had been stifled by the girl, hidden as far as she could hide such a revelation behind a sudden temper at Arthur's sullen and moody temperament.
It was so sudden and unexpected. All her life Denise had been self-assured and confident that she understood herself completely. Now this...
She tried at first to dismiss her desire for another woman as being nothing more than "honeymoon nerves". And on a less-experienced girl such a rationalization might have worked.
But Denise knew that her lesbian inclinations went deeper than that. Much deeper. She had never been so intensely aware of them before because she had never committed herself. Now, married and ostensibly a "normal, heterosexual woman", outwardly declaring herself to want the sexual company of a man, Denise had been brought jokingly face to face with her true desires.
Carole ... She had been so wonderful, so thrilling! Denise wished with all her heart that she hadn't been so narrow-minded and infuriatingly prudish with her college lover.
But she had. She had rejected Carole as cruelly as possible telling her in front of several friends that she was a contemptible, dirty little dyke who deserved to be...
Denise thrust the memory away. Things were bad enough without remembering ugly scenes like that. Her life seemed to be falling to pieces in her hands. The honeymoon she and Arthur had anticipated so joyously was turning into a nightmare; a horrible, crazy nightmare of petty quarrelling and, beneath the pettiness, very real personality clashes.
That Arthur felt this as well, Denise had not the slightest doubt. Her husband sat morosely staring at the small orchestra during this brief lull in their tirade against each other.
He, too, had found her to be lacking in some important way though Denise had no idea what was really upsetting Arthur. But behind the stupid, surface antagonism was an equally dynamic and basic flaw in their relationship.
like Denise, Arthur seemed profoundly dissatisfied with his marriage partner. And Denise would have given a great deal to know what he was really thinking.
Unfortunately, their mutual disinclination to discuss frankly such personal conflicts precluded their reaching an understanding of each other's problems...
They seemed destined never to analyze the real motives beneath the bitterness and contempt which clouded and threatened their marriage. And unless some miracle occurred, Denise could see that the final week of their honeymoon would be spent in Reno applying for a speedy divorce...
"And there's another thing!" Arthur said suddenly, swinging round to face her. "It was your godammned father's idea that we take this cruise right? Nothing to do with me! I didn't want to spent my honeymoon on a fucking liner! He booked the tickets, he even paid for them! So don't blame me if you're bored blame him!"
Denise felt like throwing her whisky in his face. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at Arthur, too furious to speak for a few moments.
"It's not the place, darling!" she hissed finally, biting out the last word savagely. "It's the company that bores me!"
Arthur sneered at her, tilted his glass and swallowed the remains of his drink.
"You make me sick!" he mumbled. His body swayed in the chair and for a moment Denise thought hoped he was going to pass out. Then Arthur reached in his pocket for a cigarette and lit one without offering her the packet.
They both lapsed into silence; Arthur smoking and Denise turning her half-empty glass around on the table, watching the wet ringlets which it formed as she moved it into different positions.
Arthur, through the alcoholic blur which was blanketing his mind in slow but progressively thickening clouds, found himself returning again to the obsessive memory of what had happened in their cabin shortly after dinner.
He went through it for the hundredth time, trying to see why he had been so loathe to give Denise the fucking which she so obviously wanted...
He knew that if he could understand the motive for this reluctance, a great deal of his anger and irritation would disappear: it was his failure to find any logical explanation that caused his bad mood.
Arthur glanced quickly at his wife, then turned his eyes away sharply. She looked beautiful even allowing for his drink-glazed vision, Denise, in her low-cut black evening gown which ended fashionably four inches above her knees in a sexy display of silk-sheathed thigh, was a stunning girl.
And they had gone all the way last night. He had fucked her and she had seemed to enjoy it ... Or had she? Or, come to that, had he really enjoyed it? That was even more important.
Arthur drew hard on his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs while he stubbed the butt messily into the ashtray.
Exhaling, he felt the truth exploding undeniably in his mind so powerfully that it was impossible to deny its significance and its feeling of "Lightness".
Admit it, he told himself. Admit it: you didn't enjoy fucking her, you got a bigger thrill out of just playing with her and kissing her panties!
Horrified, Arthur recoiled from the insight.
Not true, not true! he insisted with growing desperation. It can't be true I'm not a pervert! For God's sake: look at me! I'm well-built, I'm good-looking, masculine, attractive to woman I'm normal, for Christ's sake!
But it was useless. Arthur knew. Every cell in his body told him that he had obtained a greater kick out of orally stimulating Denise and that he found the idea of actually fucking her (or any other woman) repellent.
Why this should be, he had not the faintest idea. But Arthur realized that it was so, that his mind and body shrank from the act of intercourse.
And his revulsion for a connection other than fellatio or cunnilingus, Arthur realized, also accounted for his earlier feelings of despondency when they had been watching the sunset.
He had felt then that everything was "empty and ridiculous"; that he had been "chasing a dream"...
The vague sensations of dissatisfaction were explained by the fact that he had no taste for his duty as a husband. like most women, Denise wanted the fulfillment of being fucked. Unlike most men, Arthur didn't want to fuck. It was as simple and as terrifying as that!
His anger evaporated, helped by the whisky, and became a dull misery which brought the man to a state of acute depression within minutes. He lit another cigarette, watching it gloomily as the tube burnt down unheeded between his fingers...
Arthur could see no answer to the dilemma. He could never bring himself to voice these feelings to Denise as the sex manuals so coolly advised. How could you tell your wife that--.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. You couldn't or, at least, he couldn't. That was the trouble with their life, their world: you lived on a superficial level which made serious, heart-to-heart discussions impossible.
He couldn't bring himself to guess at Denise's reaction if he dared to even hint at the strange desire which possessed him and made him hunger for her panties rather than her cunt! Forget it, he told himself cynically. She'd tell her gossiping girlfriends immediately you got home if you so much as breathed...
Wait a minute, though! Arthur saw that he was almost certainly jumping to conclusions. Denise wouldn't necessarily react in that way at all: for one thing it would show her up in a pretty bad light marrying a guy like that in the first place!
For another she might even get a kick out of the idea herself. It was a small possibility but it was a chance! Arthur thought excitedly.
Or was he allowing the alcohol to show him hope where none existed? He suddenly felt very, very sober. And the only way he could get around to confessing his peculiar taste to Denise was by making sure that they were both pretty drunk.
He reached a decision. All at once, Arthur felt that he had very little to lose and a great deal to gain. Besides, his prick was rising quite strongly in his pants, aroused by the fantasy that everything would be all right, that Denise would allow him to do as he wished with her and not upset him by insisting that they conclude their love-making with sexual intercourse.
But first ... another drink. Arthur reached for the bottle and saw that it was almost empty. They would both need another couple of drinks before he could start, very hesitantly, to open up his secret desires to the girl sitting opposite.
'"Waiter!" he called. The man came quickly to their table and Arthur ordered a second bottle of Scotch. As he turned away, Denise scraped her chair back.
"I'm going downstairs," she told Arthur. "I'm sick to death of watching you drink! Go ahead finish the bottle if you want! I've had enough!" She rose to her feet, holding the edge of the table for a moment to steady herself.
"I've had enough whisky and I've had enough of you, Arthur! Take your time coming to bed, won't you?
She started to move away and Arthur caught her arm.
"Hey!" he protested. "Listen, don't go yet, baby: I've got a lot of things I want to tell you. Just one more drink, then we'll have a real talk O. K.? Come on, sit down..."
Denise jerked herself free. "I told you," she said icily. "I've had enough, Arthur. You can go to hell!"
The anger came flooding back into Arthur's face. He watched his wife walking out of the ballroom, her handbag swinging against her thigh, then turned back to the table a scowl knitting his eyebrows together.
"Fuck her!" he muttered. "The cold, frigid bitch! Fuck her!"
"Er your Scotch, sir."
The waiter hovered politely at his elbow, a fresh bottle of whisky in his hand, and Arthur leaned back in his chair, staring at the amber liquid as it splashed into the cut-glass tumbler.
A couple of drinks, then he would take the bottle down to their cabin and talk Denise into having a nightcap. And then...
Arthur brought the tumbler to his lips. The blended whisky tasted warm and comforting, already giving him the feeling that everything would turn out just swell. All he had to do was bolster his nerve a little more.
He sank into an almost-hypnotic trance, sitting there sipping his whisky, completely unaware of the passage of time. It was not until he heard the band strike up "Auld Lang Syne" and realized that it must now be I.30 in the morning that Arthur shook himself out of his reverie.
The bottle was now only half-full and he snatched it up, intending to freshen his face at a cold-water tap before going in search of Denise. He felt ready to face her ready to tell her every last detail of his sexual tastes...
Staggering a little, Arthur made his way out of the oddly undulating ballroom, refusing the helpful arm which a waiter offered him determined to see this through on his own...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The second couple who had reached a deadlock in their relationship on this particular night were Evelyn Hudson and Laura Denton.
Shortly after their love-making, Evelyn had decided to dress and visit the ballroom telling Laura that she wanted to listen to some music and take her mind off the insolent cable which the studio had sent.
Laura, however, knew perfectly well that this was only half the story: Evelyn needed constant public recognition in the same way that a moth needs the bright flame of a candle. She hadn't made an "appearance" for several hours, since dinner in fact, and her ego thirsted for the knowing smiles and polite requests for autographs which she received wherever she went.
They had dressed (Laura getting into a gown and feeling an odd sense of shame as she looked in the mirror and saw her feminine reflection; as if she were a female impersonator wearing clothes that were alien to his sex) and moved among the customary gapers and hangers-on who appeared like magic directly Evelyn stepped out of their cabin.
The actress had quickly forgotten her rage at the peremptory tone of the cable and until midnight the evening had passed without incident.
Then Laura had made a terrible mistake. The sparsely-filled ballroom held very few eligible young men, but one of their number approaching the table where Evelyn and Laura were sitting and asked not the famous Miss Hudson but her anonymous companion, Laura Denton to dance!
And without thinking, Laura accepted her heart leaping with excitement at this unexcepted and highly flattering invitation.
When she returned her to Evelyn's side, the actress was momentarily speechless with anger. Too late, Laura realized that she had committed a fatal error: not only had she carelessly betrayed her vow to the woman that she would have nothing to do with the male sex; far more seriously, she had been chosen in preference to the star!
It hadn't taken Evelyn long to find her voice, and the tirade had lasted for ages the woman pouring every kind of insult and recrimination on Laura's head, accusing the girl of deliberately setting out to humiliate her, having no real love for her, being the most ungrateful little bitch under the sun ... and so on.
Finally, driven beyond reasonable limits by the lash of Evelyn's tongue, Laura had retaliated.
She shouted the woman down, told her that she was a selfish, possessive egotist who didn't deserve the devotion which she (Laura) had given her. White-faced, the girl hurled at Evelyn every possible piece of invective which she knew would sting her to the quick.
Including the ultimate cruelty of telling the actress that she couldn't expect to remain in the limelight for very much longer!
When her own fury had finally ebbed, Laura was amazed to see that Evelyn, instead of slapping her or returning the barrage, sat quite still in her chair, shaken and trembling.
Several people had overheard the slanging match, some turning in their seats to watch the spectacle, others moving discreetly away.
But Evelyn seemed oblivious to everyone. She looked utterly shattered by Laura's attack, her eyes lackluster and defeated, her lower lip trembling helplessly.
"I'm sorry," Laura whispered. "Truly, Evelyn I'm so sorry..."
But the woman shook her head slowly, "You're right, Laura," she said brokenly. "Everything you say is right I'm a lousy person. I'm the bitch not you!
All at once, Laura realized just how precarious was Evelyn's hold on herself. An unexpected attack, a few unkind words, and the edifice of her personality crumbled; her insecure ego faltered, then dissolved into self-pity.
Without Laura's help, Evelyn would probably have lost every shred of self-confidence years ago. Her grip on her public image was weak and insecure, dependent on constant flattery and a continual reliance on someone like herself...
Take away the crutch on which she relied, even for a few moments, and Evelyn would begin to disintegrate. The summons from the studio had already cracked her protective shell of assumed strength; and Laura, it seemed, had completed the process opening the woman's thin layer of egoism and revealing the tender, vulnerable frailty beneath it.
Clearly, it was up to Laura to try and repair the damage. No one else could do it, even if they wanted the task...
She shifted her chair around until she was sitting next to Evelyn and gently took the actress's hand in her own. Quietly, Laura began:
"You know it isn't true, darling. I was only being vicious and nasty I didn't mean a word I said. And we both know that you're the biggest star in the business. You're not going to retire for a long, long time, Evelyn. You're too popular, too important!"
Laura went on, choosing her words with great care, speaking softly but clearly, her lips close to Evelyn's ear.
Gradually, the girl sensed that Evelyn was responding to her flattery. She pressed her hand gently beneath the table, drawing Evelyn's fingers into her lap and insinuating them firmly against her crotch.
"What would you like me to do, Evelyn?" she whispered finally. "Anything you want, darling I'll make it up to you, I swear! All you have to do is tell me. I'll be your girl, your boy I'll play any part you like. Please, darling: I want so much to show you I'm sorry..."
Evelyn looked at her for the first time since Laura's verbal attack.
"I I want two people," she said slowly. "We've never done that before, have we, Laura? It's always been the two of us, hasn't it? But now ... you see, I need someone else as well! One isn't enough any more."
She stared into Laura s eyes intensely. "Do this for me, baby," she pleaded. "I know it's a lot to ask of you: to make up a threesome, especially at a time like this. But I'm desperate! I swear it's only just for tonight I'll never ask you to do it again..."
Laura could hear her own breath. It seemed to increase in volume until the girl felt sure that everyone in the room was aware of it also.
Was it panic or excitement which caused her pulse to race and her breathing to become short? She couldn't be sure. For all she knew, this night could be the turning-point in her relationship with Evelyn Hudson. She might be discarded in favor of a better, more highly-skilled sex partner. , But Laura knew she wouldn't refuse Evelyn's request. She had half-suspected it would come sooner or later. On reflection, it was, perhaps, surprising that Evelyn had never broached the subject before...
"All right I'll do it," she heard herself whispering. "Who, though? Who is going to be the third party?"
"You underestimate me, darling!" Evelyn's old self-confidence seemed to have returned with a swiftness that was dazzling in its volte face.
"It won't be difficult," she smiled. "In fact, it will be the easiest thing in the world! Do you see that girl over there the rather tall one with long, black hair?
"She's been staring at us for some time, Laura. And there's something about her eyes that tells me she's just itching to be taken to bed! Not by a man by another woman, and by me in particular!"
Laura followed Evelyn's eyes to a girl who sat alone a few tables away. She glanced down at her apparently untasted drink as soon as she saw Laura looking in her direction, but Laura could see from her embarrassed expression that Evelyn might be correct in her assumption unlikely though it might sound to less experienced ears.
There was an indefinable "something" about a girl who desired sexual intimacy with a member of her own sex. A curious, intangible aura which could be communicated with telepathic accuracy to those sufficiently initiated into the lesbian world to recognize the message.
"Who is she?" Laura murmured. "I don't know." Evelyn shrugged as if the question were totally unimportant. "But she's been making eyes at me for the past five minutes and I intend to find out!"
She attracted the attention of a passing waiter and whispered in his ear. Laura watched the man walk over to the girl's table and speak to her, pointing in their direction.
A few moments later, the girl smiled and got to her feet. She approached them and stood a little awkwardly in front of their table.
"I understand you invited me to a drink?" she said softly. "May I sit down?"
"Please, darling it's very good of you to accept. We saw you sitting all alone and I said to my friend that it seems a pity for such a beautiful young girl to be without company on the last night of the cruise.
"May I introduce ourselves? This is Laura Denton, a very close friend of mine-". Evelyn gave the phrase a meaningful emphasis. "And I--. "
The girl held up her hand. "Really, Miss Hudson," she smiled. "You really don't have to tell me your name! I've always been a tremendous fan of the great Evelyn Hudson!"
Evelyn positively glowed with satisfaction. "And you are--? " she purred.
"Denise," the girl replied. "Denise Dennison..."
CHAPTER EIGHT
After leaving her husband, Denise had started to make her way back to their cabin when a thought struck her. Why on earth should she ruin her evening just because Arthur was such a pig?
And she had deliberately walked around to the other side of the ballroom, as far away from Arthur as possible, intending to talk to more interesting people and find more stimulating companionship.
For five minutes she had sat alone, toying with a drink she didn't really want. Then a violent quarrel a few tables away had attracted her attention and Denise recognized the familiar face of Evelyn Hudson.
Vague rumors about the actress had reached her ears; hints that the woman was secretly a lesbian. But slander like this was spread about all the big name stars and Denise paid little notice to it.
But looking at the boyish face and figure of Evelyn's companion, she had wondered ... Denise was close enough to the couple to overhear a few phrases enough to make her reassess the gossip and speculate as to whether, in this instance, it wasn't well-founded.
And then, quite suddenly, Denise saw that it was obvious self-evident. Of course they were lesbians! The truth of their relationship stared her in the face!
She felt excited at the realization, unable to take her eyes from the woman and girl who had, she was now absolutely certain, enjoyed the most wonderful intimacies with each other; just as Denise herself and Carole had done ... so long ago.
When the waiter had given her Evelyn's message, she had glanced quickly around the ballroom to see if Arthur had noticed her re-enter the place. But it was much too dimly lit to see more than the vague outlines of people sitting on the other side of the room and Denise had decided to take a chance.
Now, sitting opposite Evelyn and Laura, the girl guessed intuitively that there was a reason behind the actress's invitation. She hadn't asked Denise to join them simply out of pity for her loneliness.
And Denise waited with bated breath for some kind of proposition to be put to her. She didn't doubt, not for one moment, that it would be forthcoming. After all, Evelyn had every right to assume that an attractive girl who was sitting alone in a ballroom on a luxury cruise had some reason for remaining unescorted. Especially on the last night of the trip...
The vast amount of whisky which Denise had consumed made her even more susceptible to an "adventure". Her inhibitions and her self-disgust seemed to have dissolved completely in the Scotch: leaving the girl eager to follow her newly-awakened desires.
"Are you married, Denise?" Evelyn asked the question casually, but Denise knew that a great deal depended on her answer. It was a test, a challenge to the girl to either reveal her sexual inclinations or pretend that she didn't see the carefully-placed innuendo in the woman's voice.
Something about the couple whether it was their easy-going air of friendship of the undercurrent of flirtation which lay beneath their conversation and glances, Denise wasn't sure impelled her to blurt out the truth of her relationship with Arthur.
Piece by piece, it came out: her adolescent affair with Carole, her supposedly "ideal" marriage to Arthur ... and her realization, earlier that evening, that she had made a terrible mistake in suppressing her real sexual impulses.
like a jigsaw puzzle, the fragments of Denise's story were jumbled at( first; confused by the girl's semi-drunkenness and her sometimes incoherent sentences.
But eventually the picture was complete and Evelyn exchanged a quick smile of triumph with Laura, as if to say that her intuition had been vindicated once more.
Before Denise could start to feel embarrassment at her revelation, Evelyn swiftly began a long monologue in which she expressed her sympathy for the girl's situation, her understanding of Denise's predicament and hinted that she was by no means alone in her sexual tastes...
When Evelyn had finished, Denise was conscious of a wonderfully warm glow inside her; a deep emotion which was directed solely at the beautiful, blonde-haired woman who sat by her side.
Although they had met only some ten minutes ago, she felt as if she had always known Evelyn. Her feelings towards the actress were so powerful that her previous relationships with her parents, with Carole, with Arthur seemed, in the light of this new and profound bond which had been created between them, to have little or no real substance.
And when Evelyn suggested that she might like to go downstairs to her cabin where they could talk undisturbed by the music, Denise readily agreed.
She imagined that Laura would remain in the ballroom and was a little disconcerted to find that the girl was going to accompany them. However, Denise accepted Laura's presence, still assuming that she would diplomatically make herself scarce once they reached Evelyn's cabin...
Arthur stood lurching in the doorway, his eyes traveling round the room in a befuddled squint.
Denise was obviously not in the cabin. He stumbled across to the shower stall, jerked the plastic curtains open and looked inside. Empty.
Where the hell had she gone? Arthur put the whisky bottle on a table and tried to concentrate. Denise had said that she was going back to their room, hadn't she? He ran a hand through his hair, frowning and fighting back a wave of nausea which threatened to send him falling onto the bed in total stupor.
Maybe Denise had had second thoughts. It could be that she'd made her way back to the ballroom for a reconciliation and, somehow, he had missed her.
Arthur nodded wisely. Yeah, of course Denise probably searching for him at this very moment: stupid of him to have worried...
He re-locked the cabin door and set off in search of his wife, coming to a sudden halt as he turned a bend in the corridor.
There she was! He could see her, standing with two other women outside a cabin apparently about to go in. Arthur stepped backwards, moving behind the protection of the wall, suddenly curious to know what Denise was doing.
They seemed to be having trouble unlocking the door; giggling and whispering together as the taller woman a gorgeous-looking blonde who was vaguely familiar to Arthur jiggled the key noisily.
Then he heard the door open and close, the sound sending an unaccountable feeling of panic through Arthur's bloodstream.
His first thought was to rap on the door and tell Denise to come out, but an odd suspicion filtered through his mind a strong premonition that his wife and the others were engaged in some kind of forbidden activity...
He tried to pull himself together, tried to insist that his imagination was running riot. All Denise wanted was some female company. After their row tonight she felt the need of a shoulder to cry on. That was all. Why did he have to dramatize every situation? Read into it more than was actually there?
But Arthur couldn't or wouldn't dismiss from his mind the idea that Denise was about to indulge in ... well, in an unnatural practice!
He found himself smiling at the phrase. His long years of copywriting had conditioned him to think in cliches and that particular platitude always amused him. Unnatural practices! Arthur chuckled.
And then his memory clicked. He knew he had seen that blonde woman before. Of course! She was Evelyn Hudson, the movie star. But there was something more than that ... something much more important. Something about her something he'd been told by one of his clients at the agency...
He snapped his fingers. The man had been a publicist for American-Zenith where Evelyn Hudson made her pictures. They had wanted assistance in writing the press hand-outs for Evelyn's latest movie and over dinner the publicist had given Arthur several interesting details about the star's private life.
He could see now that it was this piece of knowledge about the woman, tucked away in his pre-conscious mind, that had caused him to suspect his wife in the first place.
But Arthur still made no move to get Denise out of Evelyn's clutches even though she was obviously in the process of being seduced by one of the most notorious lesbians in show business.
Somehow, the situation both intrigued and excited him. He began to fantasize the scene inside Evelyn's cabin, imagining his wife's reaction to the advances of another woman.
Arthur would have paid a hell of a lot to gain admission to the room and watch the trio in action. But he knew that his sudden appearance would be ruinous.. It would disrupt completely the drama which he knew, with absolute certainty, was about to commence behind the closed door.
And he decided to go back to his own room and mull over the odd twist which fate had given to their relationship. Maybe, after a few more drinks, he would return and try to surprise them all in bed together. Even, the inspiration came to him with an almost physical shock, even blackmail Evelyn into allowing him to participate!
Meanwhile, it would serve no useful purpose to disturb them now. In any case, he realized that it would be some time before the girls were in a really compromising situation.
Arthur turned and walked slowly back down the corridor, his thoughts centering with erotic persistence on the possibilities for revelry which three attractive young women could offer...
Denise shook her head, waving away the glass of iced champagne which Evelyn was offering to her.
"No thanks," she said. "I've had far too much to drink already, Evelyn. If I have just one more I'll pass out!"
Evelyn smiled at the girl and took a generous sip from the glass herself. "You sound as if you need one of Laura's special massages," she observed. "I find it gets rid of all that tension especially at the back of my neck. It's just the thing after a hard night's drinking."
The girls were sitting in Evelyn's cabin, Denise and Laura in armchairs and Evelyn herself on the bed. They had been chatting inconsequentially for some minutes, the atmosphere warm and relaxed; giving Denise an increased sense of security and friendship.
She moved her head gingerly, the muscles aching, her whole body tense and strained. Maybe a little massaging would help, Denise thought. Anyway, it couldn't do any harm and she guessed that Evelyn's suggestion cloaked a rather more interesting form of stimulation. Not entirely unconnected with a massage, but designed to ease her nervous tension more thoroughly than an everyday rubdown...
Denise stood up and stretched herself. "I'd like to try that," she replied. "You make it sound very nice just what I need." She looked at Laura. "As long as your friend doesn't mind doing it," she added.
Laura got to her feet. "Of course not," the girl responded. "You'd better lie down, though hadn't she, Evelyn? To get the full benefit from the treatment you should be as comfortable as possible."
Denise moved to the bedside and Evelyn made room for her, sitting at the bottom end of the bed so that she could observe the massage closely.
As Denise settled herself on her tummy, resting her cheek on her arms, which she had crossed in front of her face, Evelyn saw the girl's evening gown ride up to display the tops of her thighs. The clip of one suspender stud gleamed brightly; the narrow strip of black elastic pulled tautly across Denise's white, superbly-fleshed upper leg.
Evelyn's hand went to her own thigh, the fingers falling as if by accident across the unmistakable bulge of her mons veneris. Her dress fitted with incredible snugness over every inch of the area which it covered, accentuating the woman's voluptuous body and emphasizing strongly every curve and hollow. Even her nipples were sharply defined under the tightness of the gown: standing out with insolent stiffness, her breasts obviously able to dispense with the support of a bra.
For Evelyn, there was only one thing wrong with the present situation: Laura. The girl looked terribly "wrong" in her evening gown the rustling of the material against her slim body as she walked towards the bed irritated the woman intensely.
And before the girl could begin to massage the waiting Denise, she interrupted:
"Laura, darling. Don't you think it would be a good idea if you took your dress off first? You look so warm and uncomfortable in it and I'm sure Denise won't mind. Will you, Denise?"
A thrill went through Denise's body as she shook her head in agreement. This was it, then. The first indication that they were really going to seduce her! She waited for the next phase, meanwhile watching as Laura obediently unzipped her dress and stood before them wearing a brief pair of panties and a bra. No stockings, no slip: her body slim, even masculine in its lack of truly feminine curves.
"You know?" Evelyn passed her hands around her back and fumbled with her own zipper. "I think I'll join you, Laura. It is rather hot in her don't you agree, Denise?"
And Denise heard herself assenting, then saying in a hushed, nervous whisper:
"Perhaps I should remove my clothes as well, Evelyn. Laura can't massage me properly when I'm fully dressed, can she?"
She raised herself a little and, her fingers trembling at the buttons, managed finally to draw her dress over her head. Evelyn's eyes openly roamed over the sexy half-naked charms which Denise had revealed. The girl's body was sweetly shaped, her curves in beautiful proportion to her size.
A pair of tiny, insignificant satin panties hugged her buttocks, small enough to allow a considerable portion of the butt-cheeks to be exposed. Beneath them Denise's suspender straps ran tightly to the pink, lace-trimmed belt around her hips; drawn as sharply as possible into the ample, fleshy globes.
And before Denise resumed her horizontal position, Evelyn glimpsed the wonderful sight of the girl's breasts as they bulged sexily over the half-cups of her bra. She wore the smallest brassiere Evelyn had ever seen so flimsy and transparent that her nipples poked wantonly out of the silk cups, not quite at full erection but large and stiff enough to arouse Evelyn's lust immediately. t
The woman finished stripping off her own dress, then sat again, leaning forward as much as possible so that she could see every movement of Laura's hands on the girl's body.
Laura stooped over Denise and her fingers began to massage the soft flesh at the back of the girl's neck. Soon, they roamed downwards, seeking more interesting territory and Denise felt her back being rubbed with a light but beautifully sensuous touch; the hands pausing at the strap of her brassiere and fumbling awkwardly over the band.
"You can unclip it if you want to, Laura!" Denise whispered. She swallowed as the girl unhooked her bra, her throat dry and her body trembling against the cool counterpane.
She felt her breasts released from the tightness of their cups, felt Laura drawing the garment from beneath her until her nipples were resting, completely bare, on the silk coverlet.
Denise closed her eyes tightly as Laura's hands continued their massaging of her naked back, rubbing the flesh with skilled, wonderfully pleasing fingertips.
At the base of her spine, they again paused but this time Laura didn't wait for Denise to suggest that her more intimate undergarment be removed. The girl peeled the tiny briefs down over Denise's hips, baring her butt with a steady, deliberate action which made Denise hold her breath with excitement.
Gently, Laura disengaged the crotch of the panties from Denise's cunt pulling the scanty silk away from the girl's sex and then tugging the now-useless piece of material down her thighs and over her ankles.
Denise pressed her legs tightly together, more from instinct than from any desire to prevent Laura's exploring hands. But as she felt the girl's smooth caress on the inside of her thighs, pressing the naked flesh just above the tops of her stockings, Denise relaxed her muscles and let them slip slowly open giving Laura her silent approval to fondle wherever it pleased the girl...
For some minutes, however, Laura contented herself with thoroughly massaging Denise's thighs and back; ignoring the more erotic zones of the girl's body.
And, growing impatient for her "masseuse" to reach these areas, Denise found enough courage to arch her spine thrusting her buttocks upwards in an attempt to draw Laura's attention to them.
The flawless white orbs with their deep, provocatively scented division, were at last given their share of stimulation. Laura ran her fingers firmly over the proud hemispheres, her thumbs slipping beneath the lower part of their circumference and softly probing until the cheeks parted...
As soon as Laura had opened Denise's butt, Evelyn knelt on the bed and lowered her own hands onto the girl's bottom, examining the delightful orbs with loving care.
Denise felt her bottom being stretched as wide as possible, the cheeks pulled sharply apart so that the inquisitive eyes of her companions could gaze at the secrets of her rudely-revealed anus.
Meeting no resistance from the passive girl who lay so gorgeously quiet beneath them, Evelyn and Laura grew bolder. While Laura held Denise's bum cheeks open, Evelyn pushed her forefinger forward until it touched the pouting back-passage.
The tiny hole quivered, the dark skin-tissue surrounding it contracting sharply in a vain attempt to conceal the girl's unnaturally exposed butt.
Evelyn petted around the orifice without penetrating it, her finger toying tormentingly at the warm flesh between Denise's bottom, then leaving the spot to explore the girl's sex; sliding confidently downwards until it came upon Denise's hot, well-damped treasure-slit.
She fondled the slick, oily lips until they opened wide enough to permit the entrance of her finger and, without further ado, prodded the digit in one slow, intentionally gradual movement into the very heart of the girl's quim.
Confident of Denise's acquiescence, Evelyn settled herself on the bed alongside the girl, being careful not to dislodge her finger from the darling's wet, snug little pussy.
And while her right hand continued its easy, soothing frigging of Denise's cunt, her left hand slid surely beneath the girl's chest until her fingers met the heavy, sexy swelling of Denise's breast.
Evelyn caressed the beauty, her fingers rubbing the smooth surface and occasionally moving across the hard peak of the girl's nipple. And Laura, retaining one hand possessively on Denise's butt, copied the action of her mistress: worming her hand under the girl's body and cupping Denise's other titty giving it a similar, equally languorous petting.
Slowly, Denise raised herself from the bed, her torso lifting from the counterpane and giving the two lesbians much more freedom to manipulate her tits. She was moaning deliriously now, her lips moist and parted, her eyes blinking nervously with desire.
In unison, Evelyn and Laura pinched her nipples tightly, their forefingers and thumbs squeezing the ripe cherries into glorious prominence. Denise could feel the heat of their bodies against her both girls having sandwiched her between them.
Soft, deliciously tender lips caressed her shoulder and inched sweetly up to the nape of her neck. Against the lobe of her ear Evelyn murmured:
"Are you relaxed now, darling? Do you feel warm and dreamy?"
Denise nodded blissfully. "Oh, I do!" she breathed. "Your massage is wonderful, Evelyn I've never known such a beautiful sensation!"
The women revolved her finger slowly in the hot meat of Denise's cunt, making the girl squirm and rub her thighs together around Evelyn's hand.
"I think you're ready for the next stage now, baby," she whispered. "Laura will you prepare the young lady, please?"
Laura immediately withdrew her hands from Denise's body and swung her feet to the floor. She was joined by Evelyn, who pulled her finger tenderly out of Denise's cunt and licked the long, manicured digit dry with a gloating, sensual movement of her tongue.
Denise turned her head to watch them, feeling abandoned and horribly naked; wondering if they were just teasing her and had no intention of going any further.
But her fears were swiftly allayed. Evelyn, her loins scantily covered by a frothy, backless g-string in red nylon, her legs stunning in a pair of black stockings with crimson garters to keep them in place high on her thighs, moved into Laura's arms and began to kiss the girl full on her mouth.
Denise stared at the couple, excitement and envy battling for dominance in her mind. Evelyn unfastened Laura's bra as they embraced, then moved slightly away from the girl so that the harness could drop to the floor between their bodies.
Laura performed the same service for Evelyn, the only difference being that she slid down in front of the woman and drew Evelyn's panties with tantalizing slowness down her lover's legs. Evelyn was braless, and now divested of her scanties she cuddled into Laura's arms once more wearing nothing but her sexy stockings and garters.
They writhed their semi-naked bodies together, their hands roaming to cup and fondle the cheeks of each other's bottoms; straying to pluck persistently at the nipples of their partner; extending their tongues so that the wet, pink morsels touched and licked daintily did everything, in fact, to reduce the watching Denise to a state of intense sexual excitement.
Finally, Evelyn turned to look at the girl. "I hope you find this stimulating!" she said meekly. "You see, we want to make you absolutely ready for your advanced massage. It's very important that you are nice and wet, darling!" She pouted her lips a little, assuming an infuriating, mock-coy expression.
"Are you?"
Denise nodded, her mouth too dry to speak. She had a very good idea just what Evelyn meant by an "advanced" massage: her experiences with Carole had taught her quite a lot about lesbian practices and her quim was certainly in a deliciously damp and oozing state at the moment; more than ready to receive the attentions of Evelyn's mouth...
"What Denise hadn't expected was that both girls would settle themselves at her sex and give her cunt a gloriously long kissing and licking!
She lay back on the bed, this time on her back with her arms on the counterpane her thighs wide, her red-lipped slit wantonly displayed below the bush of her pubis.
Evelyn approached her from below, settling her body between Denise's legs and running her hands beneath the girl's buttocks to fondle the rich flesh while her mouth inched steadily closer to the tasty slot of Denise's genitalia.
At the same time, Laura got up on the bed, placed her feet carefully astride Denise's chest and went down on her haunches bringing her midriff onto the girl's breasts and her small but sharp-nippled tits to the cushion of Denise's nude belly.
She wriggled, adjusting her position so that the crotch of her hairless sex was presented to Denise's mouth and her own lips were brought firmly against the girl's pubic mound.
Denise looked up into Laura's naked slit curiously girlish without the customary growth of pubic hair. And then her eyes closed as she felt both their mouths begin to caress her cunt; Evelyn's face bent sideways to kiss and suck at her vulva and Laura's lips giving her clitty and the bulging curve of her mons veneris a sustained and excruciatingly blissful kissing...
She was unable to stop herself coming the glutinous love-juice washing hotly from her slit within a few moments of the girls' first oral contact with her sex.
Denise felt them gulping her spunk down, heard the noisy slurping they made as Evelyn and Laura drank their fill of her discharge. They waited until Denise had stopped throbbing, waited until the girl's thighs were still and her body had ceased its frantic undulations ... then Laura climbed off her and Denise heard her moving across the room.
She must have closed her eyes then, for when she next looked up Laura was wearing a full-sized dildo: the rubber shaft strapped tightly to her hips, a thick leather strap running between Laura's thighs and under her buttocks to hold the phallus in place.
It trembled against the girl's abdomen, wobbling and tapping at the soft flesh of Laura's belly as she resumed her position on the bed now descending over Denise's body in a decidedly masculine attitude with her hands on the inside of Denise's thighs to keep the girl's legs astride.
Knowing what was about to happen to her, Denise could still not believe that she had actually allowed such a situation to develop. To be fucked by a boyish lesbian! And after meeting the girl less than an hour ago!
And yet it was what she had secretly hungered for lying in Arthur's arms that night, she had longed to feel the arms of another female about her; naked and intimate...
Evelyn was now at her side once more, her large breasts swaying gently only a few inches from Denise's face. The girl reached out and touched them, her hand moving from one to the other, caressing them lightly.
Evelyn smiled down at her. "You like them, don't you?" she asked Denise. "Go ahead squeeze them if you want!" She bent closer. "Harder, my darling: pull them! Pinch the nipples!"
Denise obeyed, running her fingers down the supple, creamy globes until they held Evelyn's teats in a tight grip. She pressed them, the red, rigid protuberances like no other sensation on earth to her steadily squeezing fingers.
Evelyn shook her shoulders, making her breasts swing more fully shuddering voluptuously in Denise's hands. Then her own fingers reached down and glided smoothly across the girl's titties, fondling them expertly: her palms rubbing over and over the naked jelly-molds and forcing them to assume a tantalizing variety of shapes.
All at once, Denise felt the dildo being steered firmly into her cunt. Evelyn's free hand was guiding it, Laura remaining quite still on top of her body while the woman gradually introduced the phallus to the girl's generously-lubricated slit.
Denise tensed for a moment, then relaxed as she realized she was perfectly capable of receiving the "prick" without pain or even discomfort.
It slid into her with ease feeling much harder and stronger than a flesh-and-blood cock, and giving Denise an even greater thrill by the perversity of its substance.
She moved her hips experimentally, revolving them so that the rubber rod was driven more sharply against the tube of her cunt. Laura at once responded; gyrating her own loins and thrusting herself forward.
Denise felt the full force of the dildo fucking into her now. The length was crammed solidly to its limit within her quim the rhythmic action sending her speedily to a paroxysm of lust in which her early inhibitions completely disintegrated
The girl fondled more freely than ever at Evelyn's breasts, drawing the nipples, one at a time, to her mouth and biting into them with erotic fervor; her tongue flicking again and again over the tasty points while her teeth held them secure.
She creamed suddenly and unexpectedly onto the shaft, the second flow of liberal spunk erupting with even more force than the first, her legs coming up and wrapping themselves possessively about Laura's thighs as Denise shook deliriously in the throes of her climax.
The sustained effort was too much for her this time, and Denise fell into a deep slumber soon after the last drop of love-juice had trickled wetly from her cunt.
A sharp pounding at the door brought her abruptly back to her senses. Evelyn put her finger to her lips and quickly threw the coverlet across Denise's nakedness.
Then, while Laura moved to one side, out of view of the unexpected visitor, Evelyn draped a negligee around her shoulders and went, frowning, to see who was disturbing them at this late hour.
Directly she had the door ajar it was flung wide open by a tall, well-built man who burst swiftly into the room, strode immediately to the bed and jerked the cover away from the terrified Denise.
Arthur Dennison had finally decided to join the party!
CHAPTER NINE
In cabin 451, Steve Maxwell swallowed a third Benzedrine tablet and washed it down with brandy. Then he raised bleary, bloodshot eyes to the spectacle of outrageous sexuality which awaited him on the twin beds.
Linda and Josie, pink and naked, kneeling with their arses stuck proudly in the air, one girl to each bed challenging him to provide the satisfaction which they craved!
The boy breathed deeply, trying to prolong the brief respite before returning to the fray. He had seriously underestimated the girls; they were wildly over-sexed, their passion bordering on nymphomania. At first Steve had been only too eager to take advantage of their lust.
But as the night progressed he found his body longing for sleep: weary of the endless fucking and other sexual amusements which Linda and Josie craved.
Only his determination not to show the girls that they had defeated him kept Steve going. He was damned if he would admit to exhaustion before they did: If it killed him, he would go on until they themselves begged him to stop.
That was, after all, the original purpose of his forcing them to submit to him. Steve sighed as he reached for the jar of Vaseline. Perhaps, once he had given them this final butt-fucking they would be satisfied. If not...
The boy shuddered at the prospect of further developments. He had already screwed both girls twice: they had sucked him off, played with his prick until it ached, then persuaded him to fuck their asses. Now, despite the screams of pain which the entry of his cock into their anuses had occasioned, the bitches were begging for more!
Steve stepped between the beds, his penis beginning to stiffen in spite of its sorely-tried condition as he surveyed the veritable feast of young female flesh which knelt so willingly before him.
Dipping his fingers into the thick lubricating cream, he smeared the Vaseline liberally into first Linda's then Josie's arse hole. His hands fondled their bottoms in turn, levering the cheeks apart so that he was able to anoint their well-stretched back channels.
They giggled secretively, exchanging glances of girlish anticipation as they felt the boy's fingers ride up into their greasy rear holes.
Steve next rubbed a generous amount of Vaseline into his prick, drawing the foreskin back and making sure that every inch of his cock was covered in the white jelly.
"Me first!" Josie begged, wiggling her buttocks at him. "Please Steve you know how I love to feel your prick up my bottom!"
"You greedy bitch!" Linda protested. "You were first last time and you had the longest go!" She twisted her head round to face Steve, her pretty face glowing with color. "Isn't that right, baby?" she demanded. "Josie's having all the fun, isn't she?"
He patted her ass, keeping his fingers beneath one cheek and lifting them so that Linda's derriere shook in an attractive wobbling motion.
"You'll both get your share," he promised her. "There's no need to fight over who's going to be first!"
"Oh, isn't there?" Linda jumped down from the bed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "The winner gets the first chance!" she cried, flinging herself suddenly on top of Josie and seizing the girl by her wrists.
Taken by surprise, Josie was firmly straddled by the determined Linda before she could realize what was happening to her.
Linda started to count to ten, but before she reached five, Josie heaved upwards and her knees lifting violently sent her girl friend flying in a helpless display of her most intimate parts to the floor.
Instantly, Josie was beside her. She plumped herself on Linda's back and began to paddle the girl without mercy; her hands blurring through the air and landing in a rapid succession of smacks on Linda's vulnerable bottom.
Josie leaned right forward so that her spanking palms could reach the girl's thighs ignoring the squirming and yelling which issued faintly from the breathless Linda.
Steve watched with amusement as Josie smacked all over Linda's butt and thighs until the flesh was stained a rosy pink. The girl's legs flailed to no purpose, her bottom wriggling and heaving but to no avail. Josie kept her seat determinedly, her hands raining blow after blow on Linda's increasingly sore flanks.
"There!" she grunted finally. "That'll teach you to jump me without warning!" Josie, as an afterthought, pulled the cheeks of Linda's butt wide open and thrust her finger deep into the juicy hole.
"Ouch! Ooh, that hurt!" Linda, allowed to regain her feet, rubbed her stinging bottom tenderly. She looked ruefully at Steve, then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, all right!" she exclaimed. "As long as you don't forget me, darling Josie can be first!"
Josie winked at Steve, then climbed onto the bed and knelt down; presenting her buttocks to the boy with the most audacious invitation imaginable.
He got up behind her, passing his hands around the girl's waist while he maneuvered his prick into position against her butt-crease. Then, slipping his fingers between her thighs, Steve took hold of his weapon and aimed it carefully at the hard perimeter of Josie's anus.
She thrust her buttocks against him, wiggling the cheeks until she was sure he was in the right place. Steve wasn't quite ready, though. His cock, although fairly stiff, was still not sufficiently erect to fuck the girl and he motioned to Linda to help him reach the required state.
She came forward and cupped her fingers around his prick, sliding them slowly up and down the hot meat until it grew harder; caressing it with the skilful tips of her fingers, coaxing the penis to ripen...
Then Linda helped the boy to insert his member, rubbing it squarely into Josie's arse hole until the crown started to sink gracefully, gradually disappearing between the parted cheeks of Josie's bottom.
Once it was securely inside, Linda released the rod and stepped back. Josie was moaning her lust into the pillow, the muscles of her butt tightening and relaxing around Steve's prick as the girl savored its deep penetration.
He fucked her slowly, his own desire mounting despite his tiredness as the girl writhed so beautifully on the length of his cock. And his hand roamed over her belly, stroking the skin until his fingers came to the wiry bush over her cunt.
Steve threaded through the tangle, finding the deep, wet slit of Josie' quim and thrusting into it frigging first two, and then a third finger up the passageway.
Josie ground her ass more furiously than ever against him at the caress, her already soaking sex sprinkling Steve's fingers with a further emission.
The tightness of the girl's anus was so intense that his prick actually hurt. It felt as if it had been clamped in a vice, squeezed ruthlessly between two rigid bars.
Steve gritted his teeth, fondling at Josie's clitoris with his thumbnail as he experienced the lustful rise of his sperm.
It spurted wildly with a suddenness that shocked the boy sending a sharp, intense pain surging through his testicles.
The cream, a little thinner than usual, rushed into Josie's butt: making her yelp with pleasure as its rich, foamy fluid gushed up the narrow channel to her bowels.
Steve was unable to suppress a cry of distress when his cock finally exited from the girl's buttocks. It was on fire! A white-hot agony coursing along its entire length...
And already Linda was reaching for him, her hand closing around his arm and pulling him towards her!
Wincing, Steve suffered himself to be drawn onto Linda's bed biting at his lip as the girl crouched for him, her own hands digging into her arse cheeks and holding them open to be fucked!
The boy swayed, almost toppling to the floor with the overwhelming tiredness which urged him to admit defeat.
Somehow, aided by Linda's efforts, he managed to thrust his prick into the second girl's butt; leaning heavily on her, his mind only half-aware of what he was doing.
But Steve couldn't bring himself to drive his tool in and out of her, no mater how hard he tried. It was simply beyond him his strength had been overtaxed, his spirit was willing but the flesh of his penis was too weak to stand up to the challenge.
Oddly enough, Linda didn't seem to notice (or, at any rate, to mind) his passivity. She worked her hips as if she were possessed by demons, striving her ass backwards and forwards to make Steve's cock penetrate her and tickle her arse hole until she felt stimulated enough to come to orgasm.
His last thought before dropping thankfully into sweet oblivion was a despairing one. Steve knew that they had used him after all. They had drained him dry and would never regard him as an equal despite all his efforts...
He could hear them now, whispering together, comparing notes. Linda and Josie ... Steve had finally met his match. He had finally come up against two girls who possessed a larger sexual appetite than himself.
Their voices receded into the distance and the boy let himself drift down a long, increasingly black tunnel towards a desperately needed sleep...
CHAPTER TEN
"You can call it what you like: blackmail, statutory rape ... any other term you want to use! The fact remains that I'm not leaving this room until you do as I ask!"
Arthur stood with his back to the door, his arms folded, a steady and dangerous confidence in his expression. His strength of purpose was only partly heightened by alcohol; it stemmed mainly from his discovery that Denise and her new-found companions were obviously in the middle of a lesbian orgy. And his interruption and clear knowledge of what they had been doing to each other gave him power...
Arthur's wildest fantasy had been brought life for him: here, in the flesh, was the most exciting sexual scene he could imagine! Three gorgeous young females caught in the very act of making love!
He had half-expected to find them sitting sedately in the cabin, gossiping and fully-dressed-a normal, unexceptional threesome-providing to him that his earlier suspicions were founded on nothing more than his own dark fantasies.
But with his wife naked under a single coverlet, the movie star, Evelyn, wearing only a practically transparent negligee-and most damning of all-the third girl trying ineffectually to conceal the large dildo which was protruding obscenely from her loins...!
Arthur had taken control of the situation at once. Before Evelyn or the others had time to order him out, out, he had laid down his ultimatum:
Allow him to sit quietly in the background while they continued their revels (as unselfconsciously as possible) or he would see to it that Evelyn's public got the fully story; emphasizing his connections in the advertising media to make sure the woman realized this was no idle threat.
And when, after a great deal of anger, pleading and suggestions for compromise, she had reluctantly agreed, Arthur went a step further. Why should he remain "in the background", anyway? The whisky was strong in him now, giving him a directness and a sense of power which he would otherwise not have possessed.
His lips smiling but his eyes cold and calculating, Arthur intimated that-although he didn't particularly want to fuck the girls-he did expect to participate to some extent: making it clear to Evelyn and Laura that the man wanted his prick to be sucked!
What could they do? For the sake of an hour's distasteful, unpleasant activity, was it really worth risking Evelyn's public reputation?
And so, gauchely at first then with a gradual naturalness ,Evelyn and Laura had resumed their fondling of Arthur's wife. For Evelyn, it was rather easier than the others to forget the man's presence in the room. She was accustomed to playing intimate love scenes in front of cameras, arc-lights and technicians. True, she was now performing her most intimate public, drama ever but the exhibitionist in the woman rose to the fore of her personality and dampened her remaining dregs of revulsion.
She slipped off her negligee, posing insolently for Arthur, her hair tossed back, her hands slowly rubbing her hips. Then, turning sharply on her heel, Evelyn wiggled her body in sexy undulations back to where Laura and Denise were sitting.
Taking her place between them on the bed, she drew both girls down, her arms around their shoulders, until all three were lying across the width of the bed with their feet still resting on the floor.
She cuddled them close to her, reaching down over their shoulders to play with their breasts: one hand fondling Laura's petite titty, the other giving Denise's far larger globe its share of manipulation.
"Don't be scared!" she whispered to her lovers. "You mustn't be worried, Denise Arthur's like most men: he finds the sight of a couple of girls playing with each other very stimulating!
"You might even find he's a better lover after watching us doing this to each other...! "
Evelyn found their nipples and petted the red stalks until they ripened under her touch and blossomed into full bud. Then:
"Lie still for a moment, Denise. Just let Laura and myself kiss you! Pretend we're all alone if you like. Close your eyes and keep your mind completely on what we're doing! Don't think about anything else!"
Denise found it hard to keep her muscles from tensing as the girls arranged her in a vulnerable, though exciting position; her legs drawn as high up as they could stretch held by Laura's hands around her ankles, the girl's dildo still bobbing at her crotch.
But as soon as Evelyn went to work, kneeling low between Denise's thighs and kissing her with increasing persistence on the lips of her cunt, the found herself relaxing despite the bizarre nature of the situation.
And looking up. Denise could see the slit of Laura's cunt its gash slightly concealed by the bite of the girl's dildo strap. The pink mouth was stretched open by the stance of Laura's legs, which were firmly astride Denise's head, Laura holding her ankles so that the girl's buttocks were slightly raised off the bed.
Arthur came forward, eventually kneeling at the bedside where he was able to view the movement of Evelyn's lips against his wife's quim more intimately.
The actress was, he could now see, licking her tongue up the opened crevice of Denise's butt and working it, again and again, to the topmost part of the girl's cunt revolving it in a tiny, slow-motion circle around the throbbing morsel of her clitty.
Her nose pressed and sniffed at the beautifully curved pubis, worrying the mound and inhaling deeply the smell of Denise's genital-juice.
Then, his prick stiffening in sympathy, Arthur saw Evelyn withdraw her mouth from the girl's pussy and slide her body up over his wife's nude flesh until she covered Denise completely: her loins between the girl's thighs, her shaved slit joining Denise's hairy crotch in a wriggling, sustained kiss.
Arthur's hand went instinctively to the hard bulge at his fly, rubbing discreetly at the thick shape to give himself temporary relief. He could see the girl's breasts moving together squashing and mingling; their nipples burning hotly against one another...
Their lips had met too, merging in an open-mouthed and voluptuous kissing with the tips of their tongues licking sweetly together.
He clutched at the side of the bed for support as Denise brought her hands over Evelyn's body and lowered them firmly on the woman's bottom-kneading and fondling the cheeks with an expertise that staggered him.
Arthur's prick was strong and stiff now; demanding with its steady throbbing against his pants to be free of the constraining material.
But he waited a little longer, curious to see what the girls would do next. His patience was soon rewarded...
Evelyn ended their kiss and ran her fingers tenderly through Denise's hair.
"Would you like Laura to fuck again?" she whispered. Denise, her lips wet from the thorough kissing of Evelyn's mouth, nodded. "There's only one condition," the woman continued. "You must suck my quim at the same time! What do you say, my darling?"
Denise nodded again, her eyes closing under the intoxicating closeness of Evelyn's lips which brushed moistly against her mouth as the woman spoke.
They quickly changed positions; Laura taking Evelyn's place on top of Denise, the movie star stretching herself across the girl's face with her thighs parted and her sex-gash in line with Denise's lips.
Denise turned her head to the right so that she was able to fit her mouth against Evelyn's cunt her hands returning to the sleek, supple cheeks of the woman's bottom and renewing their pinching and rubbing.
Again, she felt Laura's dildo enter her quim; the perpetually erect phallus penetrating her hole in one expert thrust.
Denise rode on the cunt-filling rubber, bumping her hips up and down and feeling Laura adapt herself confidently to her sexual rhythm. Her lips, meanwhile, worked at Evelyn's slit kissing and pouting against the smooth wound until the lips parted under the pressure of her mouth, permitting the tentative entry of Denise's tongue.
Vivid memories came rushing back to her at the moment of insertion. She recalled as if it were yesterday the half-forgotten nights when she and Carole had done exactly the same things together!
But surely Carole's quim hadn't tasted quite so beautiful as Evelyn's? Denise thrust her tongue deeper into the woman's hot-bedded orifice, turning it in very possible direction to judge, if possible, the difference between the only two cunts she had ever explored...
It wasn't until Evelyn began to spunk that Denise was completely certain. And then the glorious taste of the actress's sex-food convinced her!
The flow was like honey, more delicious than any other liquid the girl had swallowed. She drank it down quickly, keeping her mouth glued stickily to Evelyn's precious hive for as much of the juice as she could get.
And her receipt of Evelyn's warm, milky tribute triggered her own orgasm: Denise for the second time anointing Laura's dildo with her spunk, completely forgetting that her husband was crouched at her side as she surrendered to the violent climax.
Seeing his wife in the throes of an intense orgasm, Arthur could remain a non-participant no longer. He tore his pants off, dragged them over his ankles and quickly removed his under-briefs.
More than anything else in the world, he wanted to fuck his wife! His fantasies of sucking her panties and fondling her silken-clad thighs disappeared; vanquished by the much stronger stimulation of real, albeit lesbian, sex!
Arthur gripped Laura's shoulders, pulling the girl backwards until her dildo slipped with a sound like a muffled suction-pump out of Denise's cunt.
He thrust her aside, climbing onto his wife's hot, panting body and fumbling his raging, urgently throbbing prick into her saturated slot.
Denise was scarcely aware that her partner had been changed. She felt so over-excited by this never-before-experienced sex orgy that her mind could hardly comprehend that she now had a real cock in her quim that Arthur had taken Laura's place on top of her body.
And she renewed her twisting and writhing on the shaft, her tongue now stealing up against Evelyn's arse hole licking with kittenish rapidity at the woman's anus.
"Oh, Laura!" she gasped (thinking that the girl was still fucking her with the dildo). "Your prick is so hard, darling so stiff! What a beautiful girl you are to screw me like this!"
Although her voice was muted by the fat globes of Evelyn's bottom, Arthur understood the gist of her cry and, strangely enough, derived an intense thrill from the fact that his wife thought another girl was fucking her!
He shoved his cock with frantic, desperate strokes into her cunt: knowing that his passion would bring him to an almost immediate orgasm but not caring!
All that mattered was to fuck her! His spunk shooting uncontrollably into her wet, girl-sucked quim! Arthur's face was pressing against Evelyn's outstretched thigh, his lips on the woman's stocking top where her red garter snapped tightly around her flesh. He kissed the dainty under thing, rubbing his mouth from side to side so that it touched both the bare skin of her thigh and the thrilling texture of her garter.
And this added stimulus cost him his sperm. Arthur's eyes rolled helplessly, his vision exploding in a riot of hallucinatory images: the boy-girl, Laura, kneeling beside them, her fingers frigging beneath the tight strap of her dildo; Evelyn, pumping her buttocks up and down on his wife's face, twisting her cunt against Denise's mouth; and Denise herself, gulping insatiably at the soaking cunt-lips, her body thrusting upwards to provoke him into filling her sex with spunk.
These scenes blurred into one, mind-expanding kaleidoscope; the girls' bodies merging, their flesh dissolving into one another as Arthur poured the full flood of his thick fat into Denise's welcoming, pulsing honey-pot...
When, after bidding Evelyn and Laura a fond au revoir, Arthur and Denise returned to their own cabin, the tension between the couple had completely disappeared.
They moved into each other's arms as soon as they closed the door, remaining quite still and relaxed, their cheeks pressing lightly.
"We've learned a lot tonight, haven't we, darling?" Denise whispered at last. "I feel so close to you so full of understanding. Arthur: we've broken through a terrific barrier together. We won't ever forget it, will we?"
He shook his head, tightening their embrace so that Denise's body clad in a filmy robe which Evelyn had loaned the girl was moulded closely against him.
"We can always do things like this, Arthur," his wife went on. "It won't be difficult to find girls willing to sleep with us ... And anyway, Evelyn and Laura have promised to keep in touch."
Arthur felt that a whole new world had opened up for him. A world where all kinds of sexual activities were possible.
He sighed with satisfaction, then smiled as he remembered his earlier feelings about Denise. How wrong could you be? he wondered. She was the most ideal sex-partner imaginable: permissive, totally uninhibited, completely on his wavelength...
Life was good! Tenderly, he guided his wife to the bed, promising himself that he would give her one final, extra-special thrill before they slept gratefully in each other's arms.
Laura stared at the sleeping figure of Evelyn Hudson, her fingers absently holding the slippery shaft of her dildo.
Not only did she realize that the woman she admired, even loved, was heading with increasing speed towards a nervous breakdown; Laura also sensed that Evelyn was going to require a progressively larger number of lovers to achieve sexual satisfaction.
She would no longer be content with Laura alone. After tonight's orgy, Evelyn would insist on more diversions, more numerous additions to her menagerie.
And sooner or later Laura would be expendable.
The girl let her hand fall from the phallus with revulsion. The things she had done for Evelyn! The things she had permitted the woman to do to her!
Laura untied the strap, threw the male appendage to the carpet. She couldn't begin to cope with the emotions which this knowledge had generated. Not tonight, anyhow.
The girl sank onto the bed beside Evelyn, laying her head on the woman's shoulder and draping her arm across Evelyn's bare midriff.
Tomorrow she would try to think of an answer. Tomorrow might show events in a different, better light.
Laura, her brows knitted in a worried frown, drifted into a troubled, dream-filled sleep.
