Just as the steady roll of the ship had me dozing off there was a tiny sound at the door. The sound distinguished itself over the hum of the engines, a sharp, high-pitched sound that I recognized as the door knob. I barely had the energy to peer out through my lashes. Every part of my body felt so pleasantly tired that nothing short of imminent murder could rouse me. It was a woman. The light from the passageway outlined her form and it was far from unpleasing. I lay back and let my eyelids close again. What did I have to fear from a woman?
The door closed softly. There was not a sound for a moment. Sleepily I figured she had to give her eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. A shuffling of feet told me she'd passed that stage. "Jim?" she whispered. I didn't answer but I began to be curious who this was. "Are you awake, Jim?"
A hand alighted on my foot, groping to find the rest of me. Her other hand came to rest on my knee. And then her warm breath caressed my cheek. "It's me, Donna," she whispered, "just relax now Jim, just leave everything to me."
Donna? Some of my sleepiness was displaced by euphoria. The lovely lithe Donna, my assistant on board this ship, who earlier that day had seemed so self-sufficient and aloof. I had hardly said a word to her. There were so many women on this trip and all of them seemed interested in their Recreation Officer-me. So, while Donna had checked out the equipment and tested the sauna in her own onanistic fashion, I had conducted small tours through the gym and the pool area for clamoring ladies.
Her hand slid up under the sheets, locating my bare legs and following them all the way up to my cock. The moment she touched me there, a surge of blood rushed down into my loins and made my cock jerk upwards in a spasm of lust. So that was her game? I sighed deeply and made myself thoroughly comfortable for the rest of the ride. Slowly she moved the bed clothes aside, uncovering my pulsing body, and then, when she was able to see in the dark, her mouth began to slide along my limbs. Odd little swirls of emotion sprang up in my flesh as her soft lips progressed. She lingered now and then to pluck at the short hairs growing along the insides of my thighs, teasing me a little, teasing herself. A curious finger traced a wavering path along my loins, veering close to the base of my cock but somehow avoiding contact. Only her fingernail touched me as she continued her exploration up along my belly and towards my nipples. And still her lips edged upward, ever so slowly, adding the finishing touches to my erection.
She obviously preferred me to remain still. That was easy except for the area around my cock. Blood pulsed through distended veins to bring my cock near to bursting; and the harder it got, the more violent the impulse to fuok became. My loins began to an abrupt back and forth motion and it took all of my strength to hold it down. Donna was doing so well without me. Still she kept away from my cock, even though she had to be aware how I yearned for her touch. The very idea of her placing her lips around my cock was enough to make my head spin.
Her soft flesh made contact with my balls and the skin of my sack crawled with delight, shrinking as if to let out a little more slack for the sake of my taut cock. For a few delicious seconds, she sucked at the bottom of my scrotum, still teasing but coming closer to the real thing. And then, just as I thought my self-control was about to give way to the impulse to rape, she swallowed my balls and suckled them hard. A low groan escaped me and my hands grabbed hold of the sheets for moral support. What talent! Who would have suspected that she could bring off a man as subtly and effectively as she could bring herself off?
Now her mouth released my wet ballbag and slid upwards along the prone, throbbing stem till she came upon my glans. Her pulpy lips mauled at my sensitive flesh for a moment; then, with a low grunt, she sank her face down over my cock and swallowed most of it. Reflexively my hips thrust forward, pushing the knob even deeper down, so deep that it lodged in her throat. Instead of gagging, Donna managed to use her throat muscles to treat me even further. It was as though she had special equipment to deal with intruding cocks. Her flesh quivered and pulsated about my glans. And when she pulled back to get a gulp of air, her warm saliva washed over my shaft most soothingly.
I wanted to take hold of her and love her just as thoroughly as she was loving me. But then, how often did a woman do all the work? This was a real occasion for me and I decided to make the best of it. Her throat muscles worked around my glans rhythmically, dipping over, withdrawing, suckling, and squeezing, setting up a tempo that demolished my system. My whole body undulated in time with her sucking, now and then losing the beat to ram my cock deeper into her face. Only when it felt as though I was about to blow my wad did I take a hold of my passions. That's when I set my teeth and forced myself to think of other things, boring things, just to keep the action going for longer.
Donna seemed to understand why I was so long in blowing. She eventually pulled away from my cock and rested her face on my thighs to get her breath back. Her hands took over, roaming restlessly over my belly and chest, fingering the sparse, short hair on my breastbone, then sliding back down to my balls. By this time I was so sensitive to her touch that it felt as though she had ten cattle prods instead of fingers'. Electric impulses buzzed through my body, lighting my blood and making me greedy for her soft, wet mouth once more.
But she had more tricks up her sleeve. Her deft fingers cupped my balls momentarily, then eased further down into the cleft between my cheeks. I jerked upwards as if to stop her. At that moment she slipped the top joint of her finger up my asshole and my resistance disappeared. I lay back and sighed deeply. Her lust overwhelmed and pleased me. How could I even think of interrupting her?
Nuzzling the side of my cock with her nose and lips, she worked her finger in and out of my asshole, relaxing it, widening it, till all of it could fit inside me. I wasn't sure if it was such a great sensation at first. But her kissing and licking distracted me enough to get me past the awkward stage. Whatever discomfort her finger caused me was soon displaced by a tingling, excruciating series of impulses that arose in my balls. And then she shifted her body till her cunt came up against my foot. She kept wriggling her hairy, wet pussy around, rubbing it hard against me, moving along my foot and edging towards my big toe. When she located that she fitted her hole around it and sank down on it gratefully. Now she was ready to go.
Her hips moved ever so carefully to work her cunt up and down along my squat toe and her tongue caressed and spiraled about my cock and her long index finger pushed in and out of my asshole, all this in harmony, and I just lay there wondering which ecstasy to give in to. All kinds of violent emotions welled up in me. My cock was near to bursting. I wanted to blow so badly that it was nearly impossible to restrain myself. And yet I did. By relaxing my loins completely I took some of the tension out of my cock and so gave myself a chance to wallow in her sensual blandishments.
Her tongue was like a living creature made for sex only. It slithered and clung, like satin or like emery paper, and it brushed my cock up the right way and the wrong way till it was petrified. My body twisted wildly to contain all of the wildness she instilled in me. And she kept it up, as slick as a succubus, licking and fingering and working herself off over my big toe, just breathing hard, hunched over me like a blonde demon. There was something fanatical about her lustfulness, something that I'd noticed in her earlier in the day when I'd caught her masturbating in the sauna. But she hadn't seen me ... or had she? I didn't know the first thing about her. Was she a nymphomaniac or was it love at first sight?
Her finger was tickling a very vital and supersensitive part of me way up inside my asshole. The moment she'd touched it, I knew it was the end of my brave resistance. At the same time she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking with a vengeance. Her wet cunt pulsated about my toe frantically, but with great accuracy. Moans welled up from the pit of my stomach and filled the cabin. It was all over ... "Yeah!" I heard myself say. "Suck a bit harder, oh Jesus, that's it! AAAAAAAAHHHHH-HHAUUNNN!" Blowing every last drop of my sperm into her mouth and pounding my cock down her throat, driven on to satisfy all of my lust. Then, as my passion subsided, I fell back on the bed and was swallowed up by a dense euphoria, a warm, pleasant sensation that drew on my tiredness to make me forget all about her.
Donna, however, hadn't attained that stage yet and she was a determined woman. I felt my hand being snatched up by hers. She bunched my fingers together and drove her cunt down over them. At first it didn't register with me. I was too lazy to open my eyes. But when she jammed them right up into the sticky, tight cavity and made hungry, hissing sounds, I just had to see what was going on.
Once more I was reminded of the sauna-she had been just as hungry then, bent over her own fingers, working them into her cunt as if to stop an insatiable itch. This time she had my hand to do it for her. Both her hands clasped it as though it was a dildo and her loins bobbed down over my fingers repeatedly, harder and harder in time with her sharply mounting desire. Her face was visible now that my eyes were accustomed to the darkness and I noticed how contorted it was. This was a woman with a purpose in life, I thought.
At last she let out a shrill cry and released my hand. My fingers were sticky with her juices and some of it had dripped down into my palm and over my wrist. While she'd been ravaging my extremity, I'd found a reserve of energy with which to create another erection. But instead of getting into bed with me, she put on her nightie and snuck out of the cabin as quietly as though I was still sleeping.
Alone and feeling deprived, I sniffed at the aromatic juices lining my fingers and wondered if I should go and get her back. I was in the mood for fucking now and all I had to fuck was a fist that smelled like a cunt. In spite of the advice my shipmates had given me, I took hold of my cock and began to beat off slowly. They'd told me to save every last bit of my energy for the real thing, and yet there I was, wasting some of it... just as I had earlier in the day.
I was very pleased with myself as I headed for the SS Thames. This was the type of ship I'd always wanted; and to be the ship's Entertainment Officer one day had surpassed my dreams right up to the time when it became a reality. Three years working on oil tankers had hardened my body and tanned it a deep brown. It had also made a terrific dent in my sex life-and the Thames would give me a chance to make up for all that lost time.
The Thames was a luxury cruiser. She looked splendid to me as I neared her. White, majestic, streamlined, her laid-back funnel giving out only a faint plume of smoke while the boilers were being fired up; and on board were hundreds, thousands perhaps, of tourists, many of them female. All of them were taking a break from real life. They wanted a splendid time in and out of bed. My job as E.O. was, more or less, to give them that splendid time.
I went up the crew's gangway and reported to the bosun's mate. He was decked out in the phony regalia passengers go for. On the tankers, a bosun wore a T-shirt and jeans because he had to work too hard to wear anything more fancy. For all of his Admiral's gear, though, he turned out to be a regular guy. He told me where to report next, and gave me a little piece of advice for when I met the Captain. "When you see the Old Man," he said with a wink, "act as if you're taking your job seriously. No one does of course, except the fellows stoking the boilers, but the Old Man shouldn't know it, all right?"
I nodded and followed his directions to the Captain's cabin. Everything was so quiet and beautiful and air-conditioned in the passages leading through the accommodations area that I felt as though I'd walked into a plush hotel by mistake. Only the hum of the big engines served to remind me where I was. The Captain's cabin hove up before me and I knocked on the oak-panel door.
"Come in!" thundered a voice. When I entered, the Captain took his pipe out of his mouth and parked it in an ashtray shaped like a rudder. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable, and state your business."
I showed him my orders and my papers, and while he perused them I perused him. The company must have chosen this guy out of an actor's school line-up. A shock of white hair rose up from his stern, weather-beaten brow, then cascaded back into a lion's mane that almost reached his collar. His eyes were bleached-blue, with a far away look in them as though he'd looked at nothing but horizons for the past thirty years. Broad shoulders, an immaculately cut, decorative uniform, manicured hands, it all added up to a Captain that all of the passengers would have full confidence in-even if the man didn't have his driver s license.
"Very good," he said in a voice just short of a thunder clap. "My name is Captain Dickens and I run a tight ship. With me it's shape up or ship out. And remember, I'll give you a Dickens of a time if you don't toe the line."
His eyes riveted themselves on my face to see if I'd smile at his semantic frolic. I couldn't do it, no matter how hard I tried. Instead I nodded, took my papers back and saluted before walking out of his cabin. Those hoar-frost eyebrows of his beetled ominously but he said nothing. So he had me on his shit list already-so what?
I was surprised and pleased with my quarters. It was a simple cabin but it was private and spacious enough to pace around in. The bunk was generously proportioned, a table with a couch and two chairs were next to it, and behind that a set of shelves, one of which contained a big radio. A closet for my clothes, and that was it. My years at sea had taught me a thing or two about living comfortably, though. I took a percolator out of my kit bag and added cans of the necessary ingredients to the shelf along with mugs and spoons, so I'd have coffee at hand at all times. Next came my books and the chess set I'd picked up in Burma, a few framed photos, and finally Mary's picture, the one I'd filched from her album. Just seeing her photo sent a spear of pain through my belly. Why did she have to be so extravagantly beautiful? With a sigh I pinned her photo up over my book shelf and lay down to gaze at it for a moment.
My rest was soon disturbed by a summons to come to the clothing store where tailors were waiting to fit me and alter a uniform to my proportions. Lucky for them my body wasn't hard to clothe. I couldn't help but grin at the elegance of the uniform, though. The gym costume consisted of a tight white singlet with blue piping and the insignia, of the shipping line embroidered on the chest, blue serge trousers that fitted me perfectly, blue and white gym shoes, and a peaked cap. The dress uniform, which I was to wear during gala balls and other entertainments, had a cut-away coat with tails, a white vest, and a stiff collar, all in white with gold where appropriate. And to think, a few weeks earlier I'd been a grubby deck hand on a greasy oil tanker!
Still, I had to admit their psychology was valid. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, with all the white gear setting off my tan, the singlet emphasizing my muscles, and the gaudy cap adding a touch of vulgar class to my appearance, I couldn't see how any woman was going to be able to resist me. The purser's assistant checked off a long list of clothing as it was packed into a separate bag, and when it was all over, he issued it all to me with a copy of the ship's regulations.
"Don't take too much notice of them, mate," he said kindly. "You're here to fuck the spare women, just like most of us are. There's only one rule you've got to remember, and that is: don't let the Captain see you doing your real job. When he's around, give the ladies a little sport to do. He's a big believer in physical culture, the old Nazi."
"Thanks a lot," I said gratefully. "Is it really like that, though? I mean, are we really here to fuck women or is it as hard here as anywhere else?"
"Hard?" he laughed, and the men near us started to break up, "Oh no, mate, it's not hard. That is, if you've got a cock that's halfway serviceable."
"I see," I said thoughtfully. For the rest of the day I got myself organized, and at the end of the afternoon I decided to check out the facilities under my jurisdiction. It was at the gym that I first saw Donna.
It was a spacious gym that contained all the equipment an average weight-watcher might require, as well as a heated pool and deck tennis courts outside on the top deck. The gym was on one side of this sports deck, and the recreation room at the other. But when I reached the saunas, my tour came to a temporary halt.
Because the passengers were just getting settled in their cabins and the ship was still in port, most of the lights in the sauna area were off. The only light in the place, apart from the dim brightness coming through the translucent glass door, was inside one of the sauna cubicles. When I came closer I noticed someone had occupied it. She had a towel wrapped around her and appeared restless. I stayed in the shadows to see exactly what she was doing.
She was obviously hot, a little flushed and sweating profusely. But that wasn't the problem. When she turned towards me in her bid to find a comfortable position, I noticed she had one hand up her towel. It was a big towel, the kind movie stars don when they step out of a tub. And the area where her hand held the material up was too shady for me to see properly. The rest of her was pretty overt, though. One of her breasts was left bare by the folds of her towel, and a very fine tit it was! Full and upstanding, inclined towards her side with a pink nipple hard and the areola just as pink and distended by the weight of her flesh. She was blonde, only lightly tanned, her mouth ruby red and pursed, her eyes blue and wide open, as though she was in a state of perpetual amazement. But in those big girlish eyes there was an expression of sheer frustration.
Suddenly she took one of the chairs standing in the sauna, turned it around and sat on it with her tits resting on the back of it. The towel slipped drastically, revealing a sleek and arousing body. I could see her slender waist, right down to the section where her flesh began to round outwards to form her ass. That's where the towel concealed her from my ardent gaze, but I felt sure she'd forget about modesty soon enough if she kept up with what she had started to do to herself.
One of her hands moved jerkily between her legs, stroking her box through the rough material of the towel. Her ass lifted up a little to give her hand free passage, and then she gathered the towel impatiently until she could reach her naked flesh once more. For a minute or so she groped about between her legs. And then, as if to please me, she shrugged the towel off altogether to reveal her nakedness to me, every last inch of it.
It stirred me up mightily, but for the moment I was more than content to watch her go through her auto-erotic contortions. She was truly beautiful, the body of an athlete with dimpled flanks and long legs and slender muscles that rippled as she shifted uneasily in her quest for satisfaction.
Her ass lifted way up into the air now and she reached back with both hands to maul her cunt, her head to one side finding support on the back of the chair. Her whole body moved jerkily, getting into the fucking motion as though she was screwing an under-endowed midget. She seemed to need it so badly that I almost took pity on her and jumped into the sauna-but no, I couldn't do it, not just yet. The memory of Mary was too vivid in my mind. Also she had exhausted me the previous night, so much so that my cock remained quite limp in spite of my advanced excitement. I didn't have the time to worry about it. The girl in the sauna grew dissatisfied with her awkward position and sat down with her back resting against the chair. She seemed to be recovering. Her body gleamed with sweat. It must have been tropical in there what with the temperature close to two hundred degrees! But she seemed to thrive on that. She wiped herself down all over with the towel. Something in the feel of terry cloth against her skin seemed to excite her because she continued to rub various parts of her body long after it ceased to be necessary. Her tits were the favored parts. She dragged the rough cloth along her nipples time and time again, and slowly the tension faded out of her face, her motions became less jerky-though more intense. She rubbed a little harder, then softer, hard again, till her eyes narrowed with pleasure. The towel dropped away from her without warning and now she faced me, naked, her pubic hair so sparse that I could easily make out the deep groove running down from her pubic mound to disappear between her supple thighs. I wondered if she could see me after all. If she'd known about her audience she couldn't have put on a better show.
Her hands ran up and down her body quickly, touching down on all the sensitive spots for a moment, then going on to the others. Her fingers squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples, explored her navel and ran down to her cunt to briefly part her swollen lips and scoop up the accumulated juices and drops of sweat from inside. Her fingers moved into her mouth and she grinned broadly as she tasted her own juices. That started her off on another angle. She sat down heavily and tugged at her thin pelt, hair by hair, stimulating herself until she had secreted more juice for her next taste.
Her tempo changed from minute to minute. At one point she looked down at her full-blown tits and touched the nipples as though she had never seen them before. Then she stood up and placed her palms flat against her sides, running them up and down while turning before her imaginary audience, touching her firm ass, parting her cheeks to explore the valley, around and around, then she worked her finger up her box for another lick of her juices. She was really getting places. Her motions fell into a set pattern-caresses followed by a dip up her channel, a lick, caresses, pinching her tits and nipples, a feel of her furrow, another dip and a sink, and so on. Slowly her eyes rolled back and her mouth became slack with saliva drooling down her chin. Her knees gave way and she sagged down into the chair, sitting well forward so her box wouldn't be obstructed. When I checked my condition I found my cock was so hard that I could have used it to poke a hole through her door.
I took it out and began to stroke its taut dimensions with loving care, meanwhile keeping my eyes riveted on the girl sweating and masturbating in the sauna. Even though Mary had drained me, it took little or no time for new sperm to be generated and to fill my balls. It took me a while to catch up with her. She was digging three bunched fingers up her cunt, and her other hand helped drive them deeper up her yielding maw. I couldn't hear what was going on in there but I could imagine the slurping wet sounds, the tiny moans and the sudden grunts. She was almost there. My closed fist moved along my cock with alacrity, and I came closer and closer, peering through the little window, coming closer, jerking off harder, sensing the height her passion had reached. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed up, and her hands became a blur as she administered the decisive blows to her cunt. I was with her all the way. There was no choice involved. My cock needed to be jerked off! My hand moved as fast as hers, bringing the sperm to the boil, coaxing it out through the coils and lining it up for the flying finish-then, just as she arched her body backwards and cried out loud enough for me to hear, my sperm blurted out and splashed up against the door leading to her inner sanctum. As one we zoomed through our climax. And as one we came down off it. Before she could recover herself I was already out of the sauna section.
I went on with my tour of inspection, waiting for my cock to go down before leaving to mingle with the passengers. It still throbbed painfully as though masturbation hadn't been enough for it. A half an hour later, I bumped into her on the focsle. The purser's assistant, Jack, was with me, and he said: "Ah, Jim, meet your assistant on this voyage, Donna. Donna, meet the boss."
As I recalled that episode my stroking hand brought another burst of fluid from my cock in the dark privacy of my cabin. Donna my assistant? Jack told me to watch out for her. "She'll fuck you every day and all day if you're not careful," he said. "I was with her last trip and that poor Entertainment Officer had to resign at the end of the journey. He'd worn himself to a frazzle! Don't you fall into the same trap, Jim. Just remember there's plenty to go round."
Was that a problem? As I lay there with my sperm forming a warm puddle on my belly it seemed to me that worse things could befall a man. But through the haze of concupiscence I saw Jack's point: on this trip I would have to change my thinking. I'd seen enough women look me over during die day to know that I was no longer the hunter. I was the prey. From now on I would have to lock my door at night, and in the day I should take care to dole myself out evenly.
I turned on my side and tried to go to sleep. The gentle rocking motion of the boat was effective, but not quite good enough to overcome the sudden surge of anticipation. I felt like a male captive in a women's prison or like a sultan locked in his harem. A delicious feeling ... but just a little intimidating, too.
CHAPTER TWO
I'd attended college in Toronto for a few years until the call of the sea reached me. My major had been physical education, mainly because I wasn't interested in much else. For as long as I could remember sports had been a fixation with me. I was good at them all but brilliant at none. And when college bored me to the point at which I became vulnerable to the aforementioned call of the sea, I dropped out and sailed for Europe on a tramp steamer. In the back of my mind I figured one journey would put an end to my desire to go to sea. The opposite happened. I fell in love with travel and the oceans. The moment I reached Southhampton I signed on with an oil tanker as deck hand.
Everybody hates to work on tankers. It's dangerous and dull at the same time. When you're in port you work your ass off. But at sea there's nothing to do but keep the ship clean. We didn't miss out on much by having to work in port-Arab women are not the swinging type. Only when we were back at sea did it hit us how we were wasting our lives, particular our sex lives, by earning our living in this fashion.
Like most of the small crew working with me, I sublimated. The deck above the bridge was set aside for recreation, and if one wanted to jog one had to use the endless catwalks spanning the partly submerged tank space. The company provided a few pieces of equipment, and so, while other crew members beat their meat, wrote reams of blank verse, or played chess, I worked out, jogged, and worked out some more. The trips normally took six weeks; then a week in port and out to sea again. After the first trip, I'd applied with the Transglobal Steamline Company for a position of P.E. Instructor. They'd put me on the list, and three years later I'd been given the job-just as I'd met a beautiful girl in Southhamptonl Mary and I were instantly attracted to each other, and in the two separate weeks we'd spent together we had achieved a great deal. Neither of us was prepared to make any sort of a commitment, but both of us wanted to. However, I just couldn't give up my position on the Thames. I'd lived with the wish for far too long. And so, we had parted for three months. Would she be waiting for me when I got back? I couldn't imagine it.
Three months. It only hit me as I got up the morning after Donna's erotic ambush. The ship was out in the open sea well away from land. I got under the shower, steadying myself by holding on to the hand rail, and loosened a flood of cold water upon my numb body. The shock of it woke me right up. I scrubbed myself vigorously and tried to think about something else. But three months it was. That was something I'd be stuck with no matter how cleverly I dodged the issue. New York, the Caribbean, Honolulu, Tokyo, Fiji, Sydney, Capetown, and back to Southhampton. There was much to console me for this separation, I told myself. Not only did every one of those ports beat Aden hands down, the cargo of women would certainly make it a more eventful journey.
That cheered me a little. I dressed in my snappy outfit and walked up on deck. Jack was already breakfasting and invited me to join him. He started to give me more advice but Donna interrupted us. 'Is this seat taken?" she asked, fixing her wide-open blue eyes on me. There were forty vacant seats nearby.
"No, occupy it, by all means," I said.
"Thank you kindly." She had a London accent, pronouncing the 'f s' rather sharply. But there was something very appealing about the way she spoke. She had a tendency to pout girlishly, and that was accentuated by her phrasing. A little breathless at all times, her high voice a bit uncertain, she sounded as if she was twelve years old. I took pleasure in listening to her as she told me what would be expected from me in the course of the day.
"You have a gym class at ten this morning," she said, "and you can expect a fairly good turnout for it. I wouldn't worry about this becoming a fixture, though. All the women are very gung-ho at first, but the cruise soon gets to them and then all they do is loll about in deck chairs and fuck for exercise. If too many show up, you'll take another lot at eleven, and so on. I'll look after the sports equipment and the swimming lessons. For tonight you'll have no entertainments to plan. But there's a gala ball coming up in a few days for you to organize."
It sounded pretty simple to me. Organizing a gala ball simply meant getting some of the stewards to string up decorations and the cooks to set out food and drinks. The more she told me about my duties, the more Jack's words rang through my head: "You're here to fuck the excess women."
Donna gave no indication that anything had transpired between us the previous night. I marveled at her composure. She was pleasant, a little distant, and it was hard to see her as the same woman who had brought herself to a climax by means of my big toe only hours ago. Had it been a dream? While she talked I sniffed my fingers and detected the faint remnants of her scent there-no, it had been real enough. Of course it could have been another woman. In the dark, any blonde could have passed for Donna. I looked at her differently after that. How could I have been so silly. Yet it was her I'd seen in the sauna....
As if that wasn't confusing enough, she seemed to be much warmer towards Jack than to me. I gave up trying to figure it out. When the time came, I followed her through the unfamiliar passageways to the gym and watched the gentle motion of her tight buttocks. Now that I was able to watch her close-up she looked better than ever. The athletic body that had been so generously exposed to my eyes the day before was within touching distance from me, even though it was concealed by tight slacks and a white blouse that was buttoned up a little too high. Her full cheeks quivered slightly with every step she took and I could visualize her flesh easily. The urge to touch her almost overcame my common sense.
She closed the door to the gym behind me and said: "Well, here's your domain. I hope you enjoy working with the women on this ship. They're real dilettantes, you know."
"How do you mean?"
"They won't be coming to work out. They'll come to check your measurements and your willingness." She said it very off-handedly, as if it was a matter of sheer indifference to her.
"So everyone tells me," I said, watching her lithe form as she moved across the gym to open some of the portholes. "What do you think gets into women at sea? Is it the salt air?"
"No," she said. For a moment she stood still, silent, and then she turned around. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and her firm, upstanding tits poked out at me. "It's their real self coming to the fore. On shore, they're inhibited by other people. Me, I'm always myself." She advanced towards me, that intense look in her eyes again, her hands cupping her tits in an open invitation for me to suck on them. If ever there was a moment of truth, that was it. I knew I'd be a fool to accept her offer. The gym class was due to start in a
few minutes. And the women would be expecting something from me-if not cock then at least an aura of potency, or readiness. And how could I exude that aura if spent? But how could I resist the pink nipples right before me, so stiff and delicate, so utterly edible?
"Suck at them," she said, and her voice was quite hoarse. "Lick them and bite them and I'll do anything for you, Jim. Remember last night? I can do better. Much better. Go on, suck at them. I love to have my tits sucked."
She came even closer, standing on her tiptoes, pushing her tits at my face. The nipples brushed against my lips and at the same moment she moved my hand between her legs. The softness of her labia came through the cloth of her slacks. Just feeling her springy flesh made my cock rear up and grow taut with lust. I couldn't resist! It was impossible! Hadn't I longed to fuck her last night? And wasn't she eminently available? Dammit, I would fuck her. There were three months in which to take care of the other women, one hundred and twenty days, two women a day, surely that would do? Donna's left tit was deep in my mouth, the firm flesh ballooning against my teeth, and she was moaning and pressing her crotch down on my hand, working her whole body against me in a dry fuck-and at that moment loud knocking broke out on the door.
She pulled back, her face twisted in an ugly scowl. "Fuck!" she hissed. 'Those old biddies couldn't be late for once, could they!" At that she turned and left the gym. I was still disoriented. My cock was hard and bulged in a long ridge, too obvious but there was nothing I could do. The knocking grew louder. Quickly I straightened my hair and walked towards the door. A whole bunch of women poured into the gym, giggling and talking. Class had begun. But my cock was still hard, and for the first minute of class all the women studied my cock. Some of them didn't bother to disguise their interest. They just stared at it, briefly looking up to check my face, then back at the swollen rod. Since I'd never been in that position before, it took a great deal of self-control not to leave the gym till limpness had set in.
Eventually they settled down and I organized them into lines. There were about forty women and a few men, all of them rigged out in shorts and T-shirts for the occasion. I started them off with a series of exercises designed to loosen their muscles a little. And while they were bending down and touching toes, I wandered through their midst, checking on those who were worth checking out. A couple of girls caught my eye right away, among them a slender little girl of fifteen or sixteen. She had nothing to speak of, but there was something about her that thrilled me. When she bent down her blouse fell away loosely and I was able to check out her tits-or her chest, rather. She had no tits. Two large nipples stood out prominently. When she straightened up, she caught my glance and blushed prettily.
The other women were much bigger on tit. Since most of them had dressed rather lasciviously I was treated to a stunning array of full tits a dangle, small ones with hard, protruding nipples, and many other shapes and sizes. When I'd sized up that side of them, it was time for the next exercise.
"All right ladies and gentlemen," I said, "next we'll he on our back and spread our legs."
"That sounds very familiar," said one of the women, and the class laughed uneasily.
"When you're in position," I went _n deadpan, "raise your legs up to a forty-five degree angle, bring them together, and lift them right up. Then, when they're pointing at the ceiling, spread them once more and lower them slowly to the floor."
Again I wandered about the gym, appraising each of the laboring women and taking full advantage of the looseness of their shorts, or their tightness for that matter. What delicious little glimpses the loose shorts afforded me. Small outcrops of dark pubic hair, the suggestion of a cunt's curve, intimations of tiny jungles, hot and wet inside. And the tight shorts stretched graphically along the firm outlines of labia and pushed the ass cheeks apart to give more emphasis to the furrow.
The slender young girl I'd first noticed was particularly fetching. She was working hard at her exercise and I paused at her side for a while to see if she was doing it right. She wore nothing under her shorts and the innocence of her cunt somehow elated me. The lips were clearly delineated by the cloth. Her ass was full and pert, her thighs lean and supple, and everything about her was tight, fresh, young. I paused for a little too long, absent-mindedly gazing at her crotch. To my surprise a small wet stain began to appear right there. I looked at her and found that she was blushing furiously.
When the class got to its feet she shook her long brown hair down till it covered her face. That made her all the more charming to me. She was like a little doe with her big brown eyes and her long lashes. The thought of her getting moist made my cock throb lustily.
Only by exercising mind over matter did I avoid another erection.
She kept playing on my mind. The hour of gym went by all too quickly for me. The next class came, and then another, but I just couldn't get interested in any of the women who ogled me. I realized that this doelike girl was first on my list. Perhaps she reminded me of Mary-or of my boyhood. I didn't know. But when gym was over and done with I was pleased to find her on the sports deck playing deck tennis with another girl.
I sat on a bench in the shade and watched her play. She was so frisky, so lithe, concentrating wholly on the spinning rubber ring, now and then uttering a girlish cry. Her pert little ass rolled smoothly under her shorts as she moved back and forth. Had she ever been to bed with a man? I doubted it. There was an element of stiffness in her movements as though her hymen was just a bit too tight for her.
When the game was over she came towards me and introduced herself as Wendy. I motioned for her to sit down beside me and she did so without hesitation. "You've been watching me, haven't you?" she said in her boarding school English. "I know you have because I've been watching you, too."
"Why should I look at you?" I said, keeping my eyes on a more voluptuous girl in front of me. "You're just a girl and I like women-the bigger the better."
"Oh ..." she said, sounding disappointed. "In that case you won't be able to help me, will you."
"Help you with what?"
"Never mind," she said, shaking her long brown locks to cover her face. "You don't want to and that's that."
"Don't want to what, for Chrissakes!" I said. I wanted to do anything she wanted at that moment.
"No, don't worry about it," she said moodily.
"Listen, I'll tell you what-I'll do it, no matter what it is, just as long as you tell me what you want."
She smiled broadly and tossed her head back to move her hair out of the way. I knew she'd scored a round. Looking about to make sure no one was within earshot, she fixed me with an intense gaze. "This is my first chance," she said. "In the past I've always had parents or teachers to contend with, but I'm to join my folks in Sydney and so I'm utterly independent for once in my life. This would be a terrific opportunity, wouldn't it?"
"For what?"
"To lose my virginity to a man of experience!" she whispered.
I'd been expecting her to say that and yet it took me aback. "When?" I asked. "Now," she said, getting to her feet. I couldn't do anything but go along with her plans. She followed me down to my cabin and came inside without a moment's hesitation. I made us both a drink but she couldn't wait to get started. Jumpy, eager, already unbuttoning her blouse, she invited me to start right away.
With a sigh, I took off my clothes and unveiled my erection. I wanted her as much as she wanted to be taken but I didn't feel like making a fool of myself over this novice. When she saw the size of my cock her eyes opened wide. "Is all that going to fit inside me?"
"It will if you relax."
Sobered, she slipped her shorts off and sat back on the bed. Lovely, I thought as my eyes ran over her naked body. No hairs on her cunt, just a little down, and her tits were just implications. Her shoulders were a little broad, her hips a little narrow, adding to the impression of sleekness. But the cunt, as I got closer to it, was a woman's cunt in spite of its relative baldness. Full, bulging lips pushing out from between her lithe thighs, looking as though they were pursed and ready to kiss me. I made myself comfortable on my knees and caressed her thighs, my face coming closer and closer to her cunt.
"Lie back now," I said softly. "Don't think about anything, don't do anything, just enjoy what I'm about to do to you."
"All right, Jim ... but are you sure this is the right way to do it?"
"Lie back," I repeated. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs to let me kiss her cunt all over. Since she didn't know what to expect, all the feelings I produced in her tended to cancel themselves out at first. But then I found her tiny clitoris and that's when she started to move with me.
Her silky, pudgy lips pushed against my face as I sucked her clitoris and my hands found her tits to be remarkably soft and cushiony. She didn't smell of anything in particular, nor was there any taste to her cunt; it was just soft and warm and loveable.
But then, as I stepped up my caresses and sucks, a tiny trickle of fluid began to emerge, and with it came that familiar, delightful scent of womanhood. She was so fresh and so finely strung that everything I did to her produced an immediate response; and once she got herself in order her juices began to flow in abundance.
I kept right on belaboring her cunt with my tongue, lips, and teeth, knowing that such a tight little hole needed to be totally relaxed before my cock had a hope of entering it. The entrance to her cunt felt as though it had a stiff rubber washer in it. But the tongue made it more yielding. I poked and prodded with the tip of it, ran it along the valley, and Wendy went with it all. She thrashed about on the bed like a captured fish, moaning and crying out, her face contorted by the strong urges of pleasures coursing through her young body. My hands held on tight to her pert little cheeks, relishing their resilience, so firm, yet so female. A subtle flavoring of olives and mushrooms came through her flowing juices now, making me all the more ardent in my seduction. I wouldn't let up until I was thoroughly satisfied that she was in the right condition. My tongue pushed deep into her cunt and moved around against the perimeter to relax it even more, while my nose nuzzled against her clitoris. A small orgasm had her in a panic of bliss and while she was in the throes of it, I mounted her.
She didn't even know what was happening. My cock pushed hard against her entrance and the flesh parted to let it slide a little way in. Then there was a sudden resistance. Her hands dug into my flesh and her eyes stared at the ceiling in alarm as the pain flashed up from her loins. I pushed harder, determined to take her all the way. My knob broke through her hymen.
Wendy screamed, a heart-rending scream of pain that slowly tapered off into sobs. That's when I began to fuck her with long slow strokes, doing my utmost to convert that pain into more pleasure. And it worked! She moved around to make her body comfortable around my cock, and her tears rolled down her cheeks with a watery smile showing through.
Shallow quick thrusts now, just working my knob about in her little cunt. She was as tight as an asshole but now that the pain was over she seemed to know that the rest would be a breeze. And the more she relaxed, the easier it became to fuck her like a woman. "Aaaaaaah, that's so good," she sighed, wrapping her arms about my neck and kissing me with tiny pecks. "Do you have all of your dick inside me?"
"Not quite," I said, "but it's, coming."
"Oh, good." She spread her legs as wide as she could and clung to me for support as I started fucking more assertively. My cock slid in and out with long, probing thrusts, headed for the top. It cost her a lot of effort to accommodate me, I could tell that from the changing expressions on her face. In spite of that, when I met with more resistance from her cunt, I simply pulled my cock right back and slammed it up her with such force that our pubic bones gnashed together.
"HOOOOOOOOOLY JESUSSSS!" she yelled, her body arching sharply. "Oh no, pull out, pull out, I can't take that, Jim!"
'Yes you can." I fucked harder, in and out, my cock throbbing like an overheated engine, and she was getting the drift of it. She stopped protesting. Her legs came around my waist and in that position she seemed to find only pleasure. I was on top of her, pressing her into the bed with all of my dead weight. Only my hips were moving, shifting my cock up and down her cunt at rapid fire. We kissed, mouths wide open, breathless, our tongues wriggling around each other as in a mating dance. I reached down and forced my hands up under her hard, girlish buttocks, pulling them apart some more. My fingers were deep in her furrow and going deeper, until the tips of my fingers felt her wet pussy entrance. It was stretched tightly around my dick and yet it yielded under pressure. Another finger eased into her asshole, bit by bit, taking advantage of her jerky motions to get past the restrictive barriers down there. I wanted to prove to her once and for all how elastic her orifices were. Even though she gasped with pure pain she made no move to stop me from invading her all over.
The finger that had been edging about the washer of flesh that bound my cock, now stretched her to let the fingertip join the piston-like member inside her. By hoisting myself upward I managed to get my cock to come into her from a higher angle, and at once my finger slid into her cunt as well. "Nooooool" she cried. "Oh God, you're killing me!" I covered her mouth with mine again and muffled her desperate protests. Slowly she adapted to having her ass full of fingers and cock. She writhed under me like a supple snake, hissing and choking, doing everything possible to get into a more comfortable position. I kept pushing up into her, more determined than ever to initiate her everywhere at once. And as soon as she had adjusted to my new tricks, I tried to add another finger to the one inside her cunt. To no avail. She simply couldn't accommodate me.
Finally I pulled out everything but my cock and told her to sit on top of me for a while so I could take a breather. The intensity of our fucking had taken its toll on my muscles, a fact that surprised me since I was hardly out of practice. Only when she was on top of me, beaming wide like a kid with a new toy, did I realize how long we'd been fucking for. Somewhere along the line I'd lost track of time!
She squatted over my dick, blissful but not too sure of herself. Obviously she'd had all the fun she could take, which left only my erection to be satisfied "Move up and down regularly," I told her, eager to get the motion going so I could get off. "Nice and easy now, that's it ... no, wait, time yourself, one, two, three, one, two, three." She did her best to get the required beat but she kept trembling and losing track of what she was doing.
"I'm sorry Jim, I guess it's been too much for me," she said apologetically. "Do you want me to get off now? I'm awfully sore."
"No, first you have to get rid of my erection," I said firmly. "Now try it again, just move up and down like you're doing sit-ups." She couldn't do it. She tantalized me, she aroused me, but she couldn't take me all the way. And I lay there getting increasingly impatient. That plump, almost hairless little cunt fitted so tightly over my cock, and the modicum of flesh under her nipples shivered every so delicately each time she came down over me, that the urge to fuck grew anew in my belly. Suddenly I couldn't take her half-assed half-teasing kind of fucking anymore. I needed stronger stuff!
Both my hands seized her by the waist and started to regulate her beat, up and down, up and down, getting her into the swing. But even that wasn't enough. As well as moving her up and down I started to shake her back and forth, and that motion turned into a frantic nervous spasm of sorts! I couldn't stop it and she didn't know what to do. She looked like a masturbator's Raggedy Ann doll, her head wobbling wildly, hair flying, her arms half-raised and outstretched as if to protect herself from demons. But it felt terrific! Her tight little box slithered and sucked at my dick, gripping most unexpectedly as her muscles contracted, giving my cock a total massage with her inner flesh until I started to bang her down on me with heavy grunts and red clouds before my eyes. A moment later I released a fireball of sperm that splashed down deep inside her, and a ragged peace settled over me. For a minute or so I kept pushing my cock upward, releasing spurts of hot cream, shoving till it was all over. I let her go and she lay beside me, half laughing, half sobbing.
Applause came from somewhere, the sound of two hands clapping. I looked around wildly and through the porthole saw Donna's sardonic face. "So it's little girls you like," she said, giving Wendy a cold look. "I might have known. Just my luck. Well, next time you indulge yourself don't forget to close the windows- unless you intend to charge people to look, of course." She disappeared and I slammed the porthole shut, blushing at my own lack of foresight. Wendy didn't seem to care either way.
"That was wonderful," she said, throwing her slender arms about my neck and kissing me all over my face. "Can we do it again soon, Jim? I do so want to. They say a girl doesn't feel anything but pain the first time but I'd swear I had an orgasm."
"It's been known to happen," I said.
"Really? Well, if that was an orgasm I had, I want many more of them. And you will oblige me, won't you Jim?"
"We'll see. There are a lot of women on this ship, lovey, and who knows when I'll have time for you again."
"What? you mean ... oh no, you wouldn't, would you Jim? You wouldn't go to bed with another woman while we're going steady!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Steady! You're a character, Wendy, and that's the truth. Come on now, let me get back to work. Go try your tricks on somebody else."
She did her best to pull a face but a smile broke through. I had her tagged. Cunning as a rat. There we were, barely out of sight of land and already two women were vying for my fair hand! It was going to be some cruise.
CHAPTER THREE
We had a couple of days of rough weather. The sky and the sea seemed to merge a hundred yards away and in between that were high rising waves that crashed against the ship's side with tremendous force to bash it this way and that while it rollicked and bounced sickeningly. A lot of the ship's complement were ill, too, but I wasn't. Some people get sea sick and others don't simply because some fear it.
Still, I might as well have been ill. There was nothing and no one to do! Donna was out of it, green as a Martian and vomiting all over her cabin. Even if you're used to that sort of thing, it's hardly calculated to create a romantic atmosphere. I couldn't see Wendy anywhere and my gym classes were as lively as ghost towns. There was nothing to do but to rest. Now and then I'd spend a few hours up on the bridge putting in steering time for the sake of promotion, but it was hard to keep my mind on practical matters in this boatload of pussy. Reading didn't help, so I devised a new pastime. Letters to Mary. She and I had had a great sex life for a long time and in my lonely condition it all came back to me-the torrid nights, the torrid days, all the positions and tricks, locations, everything! But one image was more vivid than all the rest, and that image impelled me to write long, erotic letters to her.
Mary didn't have much body hair even though she had a dark complexion and hair as black as coal. Around her pussy she just had fluff, long and thin and close to the skin, growing up to her pubic bone where her pelt thickened slightly to form a sort of curl up the center. The rest of her was smooth as silk, lightly brown and lustrous in dim lighting. So were her cunt lips. Quite naked, a bit darker brown than the rest of her, and prominent. One night we'd been making love and all the lights were on. Her pussy was highlighted by one of those adjustable lamps that just happened to be turned in that direction and, as I came toward it to lick it, I saw her cunt as if for the first time! It was magnificent, those smooth, naked labia pressed together to form a long, thin crease that ran down to the shadow of her cheeks, pudgy lips but firm, looking as delicious as exotic fruits or exquisite little cakes pressed down over more delicacies. I'd done my utmost to eat her up that night, and now, in my imagination, I wanted to do nothing else. But imagination only goes so far and no farther. The image made me hard and lustful, then left me to solve my own problems.
"Dear Mary," I wrote, determined to purge myself by putting pen to paper, "when I think of your pussy my whole body gets hard. If you were here now I'd run the tip of my tongue along your slit ever so slowly, savoring each tiny taste sensation, licking up every little white drop of your passion as it oozed out of your secret recesses, and then, when you started to buck the way you do when you can hardly stand the pleasure of it all, I'd open my mouth wide and swallow you whole! I'd bite down on you with my lips and squeeze every drop of juice out of that little cunt, pressing and sucking while my tongue flapped about inside your hole to catch the overflow. I'd spend hours lying between your legs, days, weeks, stopping only for food-unless you could feed me intravenously. I'd wear you out till that little slit dwarfed the Grand Canyon. . . ." and so on. It only aggravated my condition, of course. My cock begged to be beaten off, but that was easy to resist compared to the nostalgia attached to Mary.
I kept wondering why I had left her! She was everything a woman ought to be, she cooked and cleaned, could talk about most things, and she even had a sense of humor. So she was a few years older than me, that shouldn't have made any difference. There I was, prostrate on my bunk in a ship that was getting pitched about on the ocean like a rubber duck in a whirlpool bath, thinking about Mary in London! Thinking about the mornings when she'd wake me up with a cup of coffee, about the nights when she'd get the urge and go down on me without bothering to see " I was sleeping or not-so many memories. On the third day the sky was blue and the sea was smooth as a mirror. No one could have been happier than me, not even the passengers who looked as though they'd been hovering on the brink of death for the past two days. Everyone was up on deck breathing in the fresh air, nodding at each other with broad smiles, and going down for a hearty breakfast when the gong rang. Donna joined me at the table and I could see she was making a rapid recovery. During breakfast she managed to extricate my tool and give it a few shakes before she put it back again. One more shake and the bottom of the table would have been whitewashed, but she wasn't to know how I'd controlled myself of late. Jack hadn't succumbed to the storm either and he was looking around rather greedily, too.
"Hey, there she is," he whispered suddenly, leaning toward me. "Mrs. Money herself! She was on here the last cruise and the whole crew tried to get into her drawers. But she wasn't having any of it, mate, not her! Too bloody good for this world, she is. Cor, wouldn't I like to be the one who cops her, though."
I checked Mrs. Money out and found her attractive but not devastating. She was close to forty, tanned and very blonde from weeks at Acapulco and the Bahamas, I guessed, and had an hourglass figure that was just a little overgenerous. She was accompanied by a small but obnoxious dog who yapped a lot. "Is that her real name, Mrs. Money?" I asked.
"It's Mrs. Miller, actually," Jack grinned, but then looked serious as he went on: "She's loaded. Not well off, not wealthy, not even rich, but rolling You know what I mean?"
"Once you get into three figures I'm lost," I confessed. "Tell me, how did she amass this fortune?"
"By marrying the right people at the right time," he said with a wink. "She pulled the jackpot out of the old matrimony stakes four times, and none of her husbands knew it. A master she is. A genuine fucking old master."
Now she had my interest. I've always admired masters of any craft, even when they're mistresses. Mrs. Miller was indeed graceful, even lithe, as she made her way through the dining area, and I noticed now how cleverly she had selected her wardrobe, too. Her dress fell just where her thighs might bulge abruptly, but it was snug around her ass ... and that ass was very, very nice! I was sure she wasn't wearing underpants, and as a result her cheeks lifted and fell independently, shivering deeply and swaying from side to side. And I liked the way she wore her hair, somewhat curled but loose and flowing abundantly over her shoulders. Every man in the room became a little twitchy when she swept by and covered him with a cloud of the most sensual perfume I'd smelled in a long time.
"She doesn't look like the kind to go to gym classes," I mused.
"Aha, interested eh?" said Jack. "Yeah, she gets all the blokes that way. You wonder what it is about some women, don't you? Some of them are real stunners but you never think to fuck 'em. And others, like Mrs. Money over there, even if she don't look like much she's got you by the balls from the first moment on. It's like she comes into the room pussy first, right?"
"Something like that." I nodded, "though I think you're being shallow about it." I picked up my mug of coffee and followed her out on deck, my eyes rivet-ted on those quaking masses of rounded flesh ahead of me. Her dress came down to past her knees and was zipped up the back to the nape, but that didn't matter. The material was soft and thin and tended to cling to her flesh in such a way as to imply all her charms, or perhaps it embellished them. I knew then that I would have to have her. And, with the competition being what it was, it shouldn't be too difficult to persuade her. After all, she took the cruise to get laid like everyone else, didn't she?
"Nice day, Mrs. Miller," I said when she paused to gaze at the horizon. I stood beside her, ignoring her vicious little dog which snapped at my ankles.
"Yes, nice," she said in a voice that had a low, subtle burr at the base of it and caressed my ears as though I had clitorises instead of drums. For a moment her cool blue eyes appraised me, then turned back to the distant horizon and left me to tread water.
"Do you take this trip regularly?" I cursed myself for my triteness.
"Quite regularly," she nodded, "on doctor's orders. He says it's the only way I'll ever be able to relax. You might call it a cure of enforced boredom."
I felt like a schoolboy trying to make it with a lady professor of philosophy. "Well, good," I said with forced brightness, "do hope to see you in the gym class shortly!"
"Gym!" she repeated to herself. "My God!"
Feeling my tail between my legs I beat a hasty retreat, intending to go back to the gym for a class but waylaid by Mrs. Appleby. "Oh, Mr. Prime!" she cried, running up behind me. "I'm so glad to catch you this way. I wonder, could you prescribe a program of exercises for me?"
"Why, sure, Mrs. Appleby," I said, relieved to be in charge again. "Let's go to my office and we'll work it out." She followed me, all flesh and curves in her tight-fitting shorts and knotted blouse. I couldn't help but notice that she had none of the buttons done up, thus exposing a vast quantity of breast to the public eye. I'd noticed her in my class, a hard worker and a lady on the make. Actually, now that she was in my office, she quite aroused me. She sat down before my desk and began to explain what she wanted to do to her body during the cruise.
"Look at this bulge," she said, shaking her head and taking a handful of belly. "Terrible, isn't it? And my bottom! Oh my goodness, look at it!" She stood up and turned so that her big round ass stared me in the face, straining at her white shorts. "What can we do with it?" she asked innocently. "You know about these things, don't you, dear? I'd like to slim down a bit so I can attract young men like yourself again, so if you can help me I'll be awfully grateful."
"I don't think you need to lose much at all," I said, my eyes following the generous curves of her tits. She sat down again and looked me in the eye to convey a very clear message. Mrs. Appleby wanted me. And after two days of nothingness my cock was up and ready to give her what she needed. "But let me just check to be sure. Sometimes women like you look firm and healthy but it's all flab. Here now, at the thighs, that's the critical area. But you feel all right to me, very good as a matter of fact." She parted her thighs a little and looked up at me with shining eyes as my hand caressed and squeezed her flesh within an inch of her crotch.
"You're not just saying that, are you, Mr. Prime? Here, feel this then and tell me what you think." A brazen invitation was extended to me when she opened her blouse and let her tits roll out in an avalanche of flesh. Big pink nipples surrounded by large pink circles beckoned me from down low. My hands itched at the sight of so much soft flesh but I played it cool, curious to see how far she'd go in her seduction of me.
"A few inches more wouldn't go astray," I said, kneading her tits like a baker preparing dough for an army. "But let me check your back."
"Who cares about the back, darling," she said edgily, and her hands came around my ass to draw me close to her. "Let's just keep this position for a while, shall we?" She had her face pressed to my lap and muttered: "Mmmmm, what a nice stiff cock you have. So young, so yummy, ooooh, I could just eat it up!" She was a woman of action. Her nimble fingers undid my pants and let them drop to the floor, with my briefs following in hot pursuit. I made myself comfortable there and gazed out through the porthole while she caressed my cock and rubbed her face against it and kissed it, all the while talking to herself under her breath about how young and virile I was. Her Lips fluttered against my oversensitive glans and right away I knew she had done this sort of thing before. Next came her tongue, spiraling snakily around my stem, licking and clinging as it made its way down to my balls. And then, when she had reconnoitered the new territory thoroughly, she took all of me into her mouth, right up her throat.
"Now, now, Mrs. Appleby," I said with an effort, let's do this properly, shall we? I want you to undress for me first."
"Undress?" she said distractedly. "But why?"
"Please," I said insistently. She shrugged, took one more long, lingering suck on my cock and stood up to unpeel her tight shorts and to take off the blouse. Her belly curved out and back in to disappear in a woolly patch between her thighs, and her tits were like two separate bellies above that, bulging with the luxurious spread of a well-fed, well-fucked woman. She wanted to know if she could get back to work now. "No, no, lie on my bunk," I said, "and take my dick in your mouth but leave your hands free."
"What for? Don't you want me to make you feel good all over?"
"I want you to make yourself feel good," I said, "because I'm just going to be standing here on the sidelines."
"Oh, you're a young devil, Mr. Prime!" she cooed, and hurried to obey. Now I could see out on deck through the small porthole while she was down on me and toying with herself. Passengers strolled by unaware of what was going on at the other side of the bulkhead. But they wouldn't be surprised even if they did know. I looked down to see how Mrs. Appleby was doing. She'd settled in for the duration. Her lips were pursed about the head of my dick, drawing back and forth slowly as her hands massaged her nipples and tits with a gradual but insistent motion that stoked her fires up perceptibly. Her legs were well apart and now I could make out the subtle indentation running down under her bushy hair. One of her hands let go of her tit and caressed its way past her ample belly to the bush, one finger extended to part the hair and flesh underneath. How often had she done this to herself? If she hadn't had her mouth full of cock I might have asked her.
To help her out I began to push my cock in and out of her mouth deeper and deeper, doing my best to get it back into her throat. She fingered herself vigorously now, dipping it in and out, smearing her juices into the valley of her pussy and titillating her clitoris with the same expertise. She might be in her forties but she was as excitable as a young girl. And the way she sucked my dick was plain maddening. It felt as though she had a mouthful of marital aids, all of them concentrating on my pleasure alone.
"That's terrific, Mrs. Appleby," I said, driving my cock down her throat and gazing out of the porthole. "You do that really well. Just beautiful." She sucked a bit harder, lashing my dick with her wet, slick tongue and then breathing on the most sensitive areas to make me weak in the knees. I noticed that my face was dripping with sweat, and that my eyes refused to focus. Wendy chose this moment to come by and look in.
"Oh, hi Jim!" she said brightly. "Are you doing anything right now or can I come in?"
"Well ... I'm er ... a bit busy," I said strenuously. "Come back later ... okay?"
"Okay-oh, hey, I've got to tell you, I've been feeling just great since we got together, and I can't wait to try again. Make it soon, all right?"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled. It was impossible to stay upright any longer and, though I knew it would look strange to Wendy to see my face suddenly going down and out of sight, I let myself sag through my knees and turned to land face down between Mrs. Appleby's legs. Everything in me craved sex, not just my dick. I wrenched her legs wider apart and pushed her hand out of the way to dig into her sodden, hot pussy with mouth and nose, fucking her face simultaneously and instinctively. Her juices flooded into my mouth and cascaded down my throat to satisfy the initial craving, but then a new lust arose, a lust for her flesh. I nibbled at her clitoris and dug my nose in between the heavy cheeks of her ass to breathe in the musky, stuffy scent of her back passage, doing all the things I wanted to do to Mary at that moment. I took all of her cunt into my mouth and squeezed it just the way I'd written about it in the letter, and sure enough, Mrs. Appleby started to buck like an unbroken bronc. Her pubic bone pushed hard against my chin and her thighs opened and closed like sluice gates, enveloping me in yielding flesh one minute, giving me air to breathe the next. I was content to remain down there and to have her suck my dick for as long as it lasted, but Mrs. Appleby was too wise to go for halves. Before I knew what was going on she had lifted me bodily and planted me into her body most decisively. That was all right with me, too. When her fleshy cunt enfolded my dick I just started moving my hips to send it sliding in and out. Mrs. Appleby rewarded me by contracting her cuntal muscles with amazing virtuosity. Rippling inner flesh, massaging, stimulating, and making love to my cock, making it harder and more avid than ever before, egging me on to drag my dick all the way out and slam it back up only to ease it out through the gauntlet of pleasures she laid on for me. Slowly out and back inside hard, was the formula she approved with her whole body. Her hands were all over me, touching, grabbing hold of my ass, working a finger up my anus, stroking my hair, one moment a mother patting me to soothe me, the next a torrid lover on the verge of raping me.
"In my mouth!" I heard her groan suddenly. "In my mouth!" I didn't know what she wanted so I stuck a couple of fingers into her mouth. That was a mistake. She seized on them at once, licking and sucking at them like they were a bunch of cocks-and the strangest part of it was that they felt like cocks getting sucked to me, too! All kinds of wild pleasure vibrations ran through me, whipping up my blood and pumping the adrenalin out, making me fuck harder and harder. It was magic! Her tongue snaked around each of my fingers and brought up deep groans from way down in my belly. I had to let go but I didn't want these sensations to stop, ever!
I fucked harder but tried to dissociate myself from my body by refusing to admit any of these delights to my mind. And gradually, as my fucking overpowered her, she lost the beat of her sucking and pretty soon after that she forgot she even had my fingers in her mouth. Her breathing became harsh and her cries grew in volume from wounded sparrow cries to full-throated screams of ecstasy. "YES, YES, YES, YES!" she panted, sounding like a locomotive tackling a steep mountain track. "HAR-DER! HARDER! OH MY GOD YES, YES, YES!"
I think I can. Shoving it up her like it was bayonet practice and coming in from up high to give her experienced cunt the benefit of a clitoral drubbing, I managed to bring her undone with a crescendo of screams that must have alerted the passengers and crew to her plight. It was great to watch her writhe and twist her way through her climax while I was cool and in control. I relaxed for that moment, and then it happened. The sperm rushed up my stem like a tidal wave and much as I contracted my muscles, it was too late. I blurted the stored up goodies of two days into her quaking, blubbering cunt and she received it with a deep sight of utter pleasure.
"That was wonderful, Jim-I can call you Jim, can't I? Thank you. Just wonderful. Say, do you think we do this again? Often, I mean." can't say, Mrs. Appleby," I said, getting off her and handing her a towel to wipe her drenched pussy with. "Monopolies are illegal on this ship, you know."
"But if we don't tell anyone! Please, Jim, I'll make it worth your while, I have money. Ten dollars every time you make love to me? Would that be enough? Twenty? Forty? How about fifty?"
I didn't answer. Mrs. Money, alias Miller, passed my porthole in her regal fashion, looking neither left nor right, the sun turning her blonde hair golden and adding luster to the ample cleavage. If only that was her on my bed. pleading to give me money for love! Suddenly I didn't want Mrs. Appleby to be in my range of vision anymore. I told her to get dressed and that I had to get to work. She wanted to be hurt but couldn't afford to offend me, so she raised the price to a hundred bucks a throw and left me alone.
No sooner had I dressed than there was a knock on the door. Donna peered in, smiling wryly, and said: "You'd better get over to the gym, Jim, the Captain's decided to have an inspection today."
"Okay. Conscientious fellow, isn't he?"
"Very. You've got a lot of women waiting for you though, so you'd better organize them into a class and put them through their paces to impress the old man. He likes organization."
Wendy was among the women working out. None of them were making much of an effort and Wendy; didn't even pretend to exercise. She was expressly! waiting for me. "That wasn't very nice, Jim," she hissed when I came near. "I saw you fucking that old woman! Why couldn't you have waited for me? Or don't you care?"
"Don't bother him now, Wendy," said Donna, "the man looks tired. Come with me and we'll check if the saunas are clean."
"Okay, I don't want to talk with him anyway." The women left and I was suddenly surrounded by strangers. But there was something about the way Donna put her arm around Wendy's shoulder that set me thinking ... the sauna, the place where I'd first seen Donna making love to herself, and now she'd taken young Wendy there, innocent and wide open to new experiences. Did she intend to seduce the girl? More than likely. Donna's lust had no bounds. And here I was, stuck with a class full of women who had to be organized to please the Captain.
Cursing my luck, I lined them up and started the exercises off. Within a minute they were all sweating and puffing, perilously close to a heart attack, but I didn't care. They were cheating me out of a sight that I'd wanted to see badly-big-eyed, big-titted Donna making love to that willow twig of a girl! When the Captain arrived the class was ready to come out with the white flag.
"Aha!" he said, looking every inch the sea captain. "I see you're not sparing our passengers, Mr. Prime. Very good, they'll thank you for it later. Carry on." And he left, a wake of good pipe tobacco and masculine cologne trailing, hearts breaking like dishes in a slapstick movie as the women took in this dapper white man, his sea-blue eyes and leather skin, and the uniform that fitted him so beautifully. When the class looked my way again, I was gone, hurrying to Donna's cabin.
I entered without knocking, and startled them both. They hadn't begun yet, but the guilt on Wendy's face was so thick that I could accurately gauge the stage they'd reached. Donna quickly withdrew her hand from the girl's, but later replaced it defiantly. "Do come in," she said sarcastically.
"What are you doing with her?" I said, coming straight to the point. "Don't tell me you resort to other women for the sake of your nymphomania." "Nymphomania!" snorted Donna. "That's rich. I just happen to be a woman who's inclined toward sex, that's all. And if I like it both ways, why should that other a male slut like you?"
"No need to get nasty," I said, changing tactics. "I just came to visit. Do you mind if I sit down?" "I do. Piss off," said Donna curtly.
"Oh, let him stay," Wendy said. "I don't mind, really I don't."
"Oh, I get it-you came to watch!" Donna said, her face clearing into a broad smile. "But darling, why didn't you say so? I thought you were here to thwart us. Make yourself at home!"
"Thank you." I pulled the chair closer to the bed and made myself comfortable. Wendy looked ill at ease and several times avoided Donna's arms, but eventually she allowed herself to lie back in her embrace so Donna could stroke her tiny tits. She yielded slowly, so slowly that I thought she was on the point of chickening out. How I underestimated Wendy. She might be sixteen and recently deflowered but that didn't mean she had to be a sexual slouch! No indeed. The gist of Donna's lovemaking got through to her and alerted her instincts to the point where she could reciprocate fully!
For the time being I didn't exist for them. Wendy nestled deeper into the crook of Donna's arm and hunched her shoulders slightly so the older woman could get her hand under her blouse. Then, to my amazement, the girl placed her hand on Donna's thigh and caressed it up and down, each stroke taking her a little closer to the crotch of her shorts. Donna loved it and showed it. She nuzzled the girl's neck and squeezed her tits a little harder, at the same time undoing the buttons with her free hand. Wendy had reached the join of the woman's thighs and pressed the side of her hand hard into it in order to stimulate her pussy through the taut material.
As Donna removed the girl's blouse, Wendy turned in to face her and pushed the woman back so she could lie on top of her. I could hardly believe my eyes! Wendy had to be the fastest learner in the world! Already she had pinned Donna down and her hips pulsated into the woman's like an experienced male's might, her pert bottom flexing with every thrust of her pubic bone. "Oh baby!" exclaimed Donna, both her hands on the small of Wendy's back to give her thrusts more force. "Are you sure this is a first for you?"
"Mmmm-mmr said Wendy, kissing the woman's sleek and face and caressing her tits. Donna threw me a sidelong glance and a wink before undoing the girl's jeans and pushing them down over her rounded buttocks. From where I sat, I could fully appreciate the youthful loveliness of Wendy's cheeks as they flexed and relaxed on top of Donna. They were so white and smooth, untouched by life or freshly unwrapped for use, a little naive in the way her cheeks parted and revealed her asshole to me. But why should she have to learn to be more mature and to cover her ass whenever possible? How charming she was right then with her almost hairless little fat pussy bobbing into view as her jeans were pushed further and further down her thighs. I reached over and yanked them off the rest of the way because Donna couldn't reach anymore, then sat back to watch the rest of the show.
My cock throbbed restlessly and demanded a piece of the action, but I told it to await its cue. Donna wrestled with the girl for top position, and Wendy retaliated by undoing the woman's clothes and taking them off. They were both having a great time of it, breathing heavily and grinding into each other while vying for pre-eminence. Only when the last garment had hit the floor did they stop the struggle and merge into each other, loving and kissing and fingering with passion. I didn't think I could hold off for very long. My eyes were assailed with a whirl of little and big tits, rounded white cheeks and long slender legs, a woman's pussy and a girl's pussy, two of everything just for the taking. Why didn't I just plunge into that writhing mass of flesh and help myself?
Donna shifted over to put Wendy out on her back and to place her face squarely between the girl's legs. To get comfortable, she had to rest on her knees and leave her ass exposed to the open air and my busy eyes. Wendy lay there like a boxer who couldn't count, her head rolling from side to side and moaning girlishly. This was my big chance. I took off my uniform and stood naked behind Donna's ass to point my cock right at the blonde pussy bulging out from between the backs of her thighs. My glans ran along the length of her slit and gingerly slipped into the wet smoothness of her cunt hole. Easy, easy, just biding my time and spreading her juices about my knob, peeling her cunt lips back with both fingers to make sure I had the missile pointed into the right direction. Donna ate Wendy out with gusto and seemed hardly aware of my presence and the threat at the rear. Then, without any fanfare, I slammed my cock right into her pussy, forcing her flesh to give way, reaming it up her till there wasn't an inch of cock in sight and my pubic hair tangled with hers.
For a moment, it looked as though she was going to be flung on top of Wendy, but she hung on and soon recovered. My hands found her full tits and squeezed them rhythmically, in time with my ponderous fucking. After the barging entrance, I slowed the pace down to a slow march just to extend this screw for as long as Wendy held out and for as long as Donna could take it.
I could hear the wet, slurping sounds of Donna sucking Wendy's cunt and the low sensual moans that escaped from the girl's half-opened mouth. They seemed to be completely focused on each other and I was just an accessory to their lustful pleasure. That was fine with me. Stroking my cock up and down her silky vaginal passage, I watched them going through a ritual of love that was guided by instinct and established in time, always present and waiting for women to discover it. I loved to watch them at it, Donna's mouth manipulating that sensitive young twat and Wendy lying back breathlessly traveling through all of the many dimensions of pleasure. It seemed a shame to disturb them. And, since Wendy kept trying to drag Donna over for a double dinner, and since my cock was getting far too much erotic friction from Donna's sheath, I decided to pull out and watch for a little bit.
The girls curved into each other the moment I withdrew and became lost in a tight embrace of passion. Moaning loudly now, the sound muffled by their cunts, they dug into each other with surprising voracity. In the meantime I, caressed them as best I could, masturbating those parts of their lovely bodies that they couldn't get to. Fondling a tit here, sucking at a nipple there, toying with assholes and thighs, I circled around them and rubbed my dick against their smooth skin to give it a modicum of the pleasure being generated between them. It was in the process of this that my cock chanced to slip into Wendy's box. Donna moved back an inch to suck at her tiny clitoris and that left the way clear for me to start fucking again. I slid my dick in and out very slowly and felt the tip of Donna's tongue curling all around my shaft to reinforce my erection to the point of petrifaction. My hands found Donna's ass and squeezed her buns hard while my chest and belly were flush with Wendy's back and my face rested on the thighs that were wrapped around Wendy's head. A hand stroked and cupped my balk, and I discovered nirvana.
Wendy sounded as though she was about to lose her mind. She was getting the maximum out of this screw, wedged between Donna and me, getting fucked and sucked at once and having a pussy over her face to boot, with the two of us sandwiching her tightly. She sang the lead but Donna was right there with her, moaning to her heart's content. That blended oddly with my jolting grunts and hissing breath, but all of it formed a symphony of ecstasy that grew in force and volume as the three of us fucked and sucked harder and harder, growing tense and hot, welded together by sweat and lust, writhing about on this bunk on a boat somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean. Down in my balls, the shell moved into the breach, the order of 'Fire!' was given, and much as I strained to turn it back, my load hurtled up the straight barrel of my cock and filled Wendy in a flash. She began to yell hoarsely and drew back from Donna's pussy, who immediately started to finger herself desperately to make it over the top. My cock banged her frantically, intent only on making the most of its spasmic climax and while it thumped up her Wendy kept on yelling. Then Donna made it with a long, wailing cry of delight that subsided slowly into smaller and smaller cries, and finally silence. We remained on the bunk but separated in order to cool down a little. Donna's bed was utterly disheveled and soaked with our sweat and juices but that didn't bother her. She came once more while resting, an unexpected climax that made her slide off the side of the bed and literally fuck the carpet for a moment or so.
"Phew!" she said, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. "That sometimes happens to me, you know. I think it's all over and then bingo! A little bonus." "If I come once more," said Wendy, shaking her head, "I swear my body's going to crumble. There just isn't any energy left!" "You'd be surprised how often you can come," said Donna with a wink. "I had nothing to do one day so I decided to test my capacity. Do you know I reached hundred before I had to stop? And then it was only because my tits and pussy were too sore to go on." "Really?" Wendy looked surprised but also pleased, "What about you, Jim, how many climaxes can you have in one day?" "Not nearly enough," I muttered. My cock hung between my legs like a flag at the end of a battle, tattered and limp. "You know, there's something wrong about this whole business of orgasms. If God had meant man to satisfy woman why didn't he let him have a cock like a flick-knife? The kind that you just command to stand up and it obeys in a second? Hell, four or five times in one day is enough to put it in a sling if you keep it up for a while. There's no justice."
"Never mind, darling," said Donna, coming over to take me in her arms," "as long as you've got the stamina and we've got the vibrators, this won't ever be a problem between us. Right, Wendy?"
"I've been meaning to ask you about vibrators," said Wendy. That did it. I got up off the bed and put my clothes back on.
"How can you think about sex at a time like this!" I said, looking angry. I wasn't really angry at them but at myself-here I was supposed to be pacing myself, fucking sparingly so as to give the best of myself to as many as possible, and Donna had lured me into her bed again! Had she used Wendy as the bait? It was possible. There seemed to be no limits to her cunning.
When I got back to my cabin, I found Mrs. Appleby waiting by the door, a hundred dollar note in her hand. It took me a moment to work out what she was up to and in that moment she dive-bombed my cock with her greedy face. Out of spite, I let her try her luck. She didn't have any. After a few minutes of feverish sucking she snatched the hundred dollar bill out of my hand and went away. I took a siesta.
CHAPTER FOUR
When the ship docked at a pier on the west side of New York, there was a letter waiting for me from Mary. I had just posted a bunch of letters to her without expecting a reply, so to find an unsolicited letter came as a real surprise. Wendy and Donna wanted me to come ashore with them but I told them I'd meet them later. As soon as they were out of the way, I retreated into my cabin and locked the door to leisurely read her words.
"Dear Jim," she wrote in her familiar handwriting, perfect copperplate, "Ever since you left me I've thought of no one else. Even now I wonder why you didn't want to stay with me. Is it age that makes you want to run away from me? I know I'm perilously close to forty but is that any reason to worry? You and I both know I've got a few good years left in me yet, years in which I could make you a happy man. Remember that time after Joey's birthday party?"
I put the letter down for a moment to recollect that whole affair. Would I ever forget that night? Mary and I had been together for a month and up to that time I'd been the captain, so to speak. She liked to be bossed about, to be fucked into submission. But on that night, I'd had a few drinks too many and all that was on my mind was sleep. Mary and I had reached the bedroom near dawn and when I collapsed on the spread I expected her to fall down next to me to nod off, too. But Mary had other things on her mind. She'd worn something very fetching to the party, a mini-dress with a belt in the back to both accentuate the long slenderness of her legs and the pert upturn of her ass. Her d�colletage was daring and splendid, the rise of her firm, medium-sized tits quite visible to within a hair's breadth of her nipples. And she had on black stockings, not pantyhose, but stockings! All the men at the party had been rendered helpless by the sight of her stocking tops whenever she bent over slightly. Her white flesh leered at them as if to say: "Come on, big boy, fling it into me!" and their eyes told me how they would have liked to do just that. But Mary teased other men merely to arouse me, or that's what she told me anyway.
However, all the charm and pulchritude were lost on me as I lay fully dressed on the bed, already half-sucked into a bog of sleep. I hardly noticed her undoing my pants and sliding them down, nor did it register that she'd unknotted my tie and unbuttoned the shirt. Only when she took off my underpants did I struggle back to consciousness, even managing to open an eye to check her action out. She saw me looking at her and shook her head, pursing her lips as if to tell me to forget it, to go back to sleep. Instead I lifted my ass to let her get my briefs off, and sat up to get rid of my shirt. The drink had me dizzy, though, so I fell back and shut my eyes again. What the hell, if she wanted to undress me that was up to her.
But she didn't stop there. I heard her take her own clothes off and neatly put everything away. Then fingertips ran along the length of my limp cock and her nails contacted sensitive parts of my loins to jolt life into that section of my body. I opened my eyes just a fraction to peer at her through my lashes, watching as she bent over my thickening cock, her mouth coming closer and closer, her hot breath caressing my glans, and then the soft sensation of her moist lips enveloping it. Her ass was up in the air and her dark hair brushed along my belly as her lips mauled my knob with infinite sensuality. All kinds of hot and cold flashes shot through me. My cock reared up in response to the suckling it was getting, anxious for more of the abrasive caress of her tongue and the subtle nibbles of her teeth just below the glans. Wild impulses coursed through my body, leaving havoc in their wake, and all I could do was he there and love it!
She seemed to be purring when she took as much of my cock as would fit into her mouth. Her lips pursed about it and she moved her head up and down rapidly for a moment or so before looking up at me with a sly grin. I was watching a master of the art at work. Her tongue insinuated itself into the very nerves of my skin as she worked round and round the base of my cock, licking and flicking further and further from its focus, going down as far as my thighs and up as far as my navel. Everything under the skin seethed with insatiable lust. At the same time she drew her pussy along my legs, one by one, making sure she covered every inch of me with her moisture. She perched right on top of my big toe for a while and allowed it to sink inside her wet, tender flesh for a moment's masturbation before moving up again. It was like being seduced by a snake! She was soft, supple, and all over me, seeming to revolve about my body like vines. Now her pussy skittered along my belly and her knees were at either side of my torso, coming at me, that dark-haired slit between her thighs that I so admired. There was no point in pretending to be still asleep. She wasn't taking any notice, anyway, and so I opened my eyes wide to drink in the sight of her juicy snatch coming at me. Up and down she moved, coming close then backing away, teasing, dangling her little treasure before my mouth before rubbing it over my nipples instead. I was aching to take a mouthful of her but she cautioned me to lie down and relax. Relax! That was like the commandant telling the guy in front of his firing squad to relax, or, more appropriately, for a kid to have to relax while there was a mound of ice cream waiting for him on the table!
Her cunt was inches away from me and Mary was leaning back to thrust it at me. Her labia were well apart and the pink flesh beneath them pulsed at me invitingly. She had to be pushing down to make it do that, but I didn't care about the mechanics of it at that moment. All I could see was that pink, wet flesh, flecked with whitish ooze and emanating a most delicious fragrance of mushrooms at me. I opened my mouth wide and she came down on it. At once my tongue shot out like an anteater's and licked its way up and down her exposed valley. Back down to get into her hole, and when the tip of my furled tongue came inside her, she contracted her muscles to get a tight grip on me, so tight that I felt as though we'd always stay in that position. But her own wetness defeated her purpose, and my tongue slipped right into her to savor the fresh juices oozing out of her. She began to move around, careful not to disturb me, and when she'd turned a full circle she let her face down gently to swallow my upright cock. Now we were locked into the ultimate embrace. Nothing entered our world of lustful pleasure. Sucking and slurping noises resounded through the room, soft groans and exclamations of pleasure when one of us chanced upon , a particularly vulnerable spot. My hands caressed the fine flesh of her buttocks, and, now and then, I shifted my tongue up a little to get at her musky, puckered asshole for an extra touch of piquancy. Suddenly she wrenched free and pushed me down when I tried to follow her pussy with my open mouth and lolling tongue. She squatted over me and let my cock sink into her cunt up to the hilt before clamping it rightly between her cunt Lips and lying flush on top of me. She kissed me fiercely and began to undulate her hips so that the insides of her pussy lips massaged my cock like a hot, greased hand. This excited Mary as much as it did me. She buried her face in my armpit to muffle her cries and breathe in my own scent; something which gave her inexplicable pleasure. Her hands were under my ass and her fingernails were digging into my flesh excruciatingly, and I could tell she'd settled in for the duration. Already the first tremors of her orgasm ran through her body, soon to be followed by major shock waves that caused her to scream and shake violently. I controlled myself with all the strength I had remaining. The drink had lost its grip on me but it still made the whole situation seem a little distant, as though it wasn't really happening to me.
I let her have her way until my own compulsion to fuck became too strong. Then, as she rolled through yet another explosion of bliss, I tossed her over like a waffle and flung myself on top of her to penetrate her all in the one motion. Mary made noises like she was about to leave this world. My cock barged into her sodden twat and repaid her for every ounce of pleasure she'd given me, forcing her from one climax to the next, making doubly, triply, sure that she would be sated at the end-before I would even consider letting go of the mighty load building up way down in my balls. It was like skeet-shooting then, waiting for her to reach the zenith and the POW! One shattering burst after another sent her flailing into uncharted dimensions of pleasure. How she yelled and how she scratched my back up that night . .. me feeling like a king, unable to get to sleep because Mary kept bringing me cups of tea and goodies, and offering to blow me, sing me lullabies, anything to express her gratitude.
I picked the letter up again and tried to read it in spite of my throbbing cock. How I yearned to be back in London with her at that moment, to have that pudgy, dark pussy in the palm of my hand to do with as I pleased! The words swam before my eyes and I ached to beat off right away before my lust developed into priapism or some equally horrid disease. At that moment Mrs. Appleby decided it was time to visit me, and I seized her with almost as much passion as Mary would have received had it been her instead. The middle-aged woman didn't know what hit her! I slammed the door shut behind her and pushed her down on her knees with one hand while my other hand fumbled with the zipper to let out my savage erection. It leapt out at her like a tiger from it's cage and filled her mouth with hot meat before she'd had the time to recover herself. Choking and spluttering, but delighted, she did her best to give me good blow job, but it wasn't necessary. I was primed and ready, and within the minute I'd deposited my load way down in her throat, so much of it that she turned scarlet with the effort of trying to contain it all.
"Thanks, Mrs. Appleby," I said, withdrawing my shrinking member. "You're a regular deus ex ma-china."
"A what?" she said. I shook my head and whisked the hundred dollar bill from between her fingers. "Well, it sounded nice, anyway," she said, going over to the mirror to check on her make-up. "You were very nice today, Jim, much nicer than you were the other day."
"There's a reason for that." I read the rest of the letter while Mrs. Appleby repaired her face, and now the words stayed in their correct order. Mary, it turned out, was willing to wait for me if I promised to come back to her once the ship docked in London. She couldn't promise that she'd sit on her hands for the full three months, though, but she'd try. That last part really got to me. It was crazy of me to be jealous since it had been my decision to take this job, and since I was fucking myself silly on the cruise, but the idea of Mary doing all of her wonderful tricks for another man drove me up the bulkhead. I could see her in my mind's eye, so cool and sophisticated, the woman of the world, twice married, three kids in boarding school, the kind of woman you don't give yourself a chance with-until you're actually in bed with her. Some lucky bastard was going to benefit by her experience and I didn't like it.
But there was nothing to be done. She was in England and I was in America, and even if I wanted to fly back there wasn't the money to do it with. All my choices could be counted on two fingers: stay on board and mope about Mary, or go ashore and forget about her for the time being. I decided to take the latter course.
At seven o'clock that evening, I met Wendy and Donna at the rink in Rockefeller Center. They'd been shopping all afternoon and were too tired to even think of a big night out on the town. "My feet are killing me!" said Donna, barely able to support the pyramid of packages in her arms. "All I want to do is get back on board and rest!"
"Me too!" said Wendy.
"Well, let's have a drink before we go back," I said. "That way I won't feel as though I've come all this way for nothing." They agreed reluctantly and we entered the first place we saw. It was a pub, the sign said, but it was nothing like the pubs I was used to in England. Here they had dim lights, Muzak, and phony pewter mugs hanging off papier-m�ch� beams. Still, it was a lively place and the girls were happy just to be able to sit down. Donna started telling me again how she'd love to be back on board at that moment, prostrate on her back, when suddenly the tiredness disappeared from her face and her eyes took on a new shine.
"Wow!" she sighed, pointing at someone behind me. "Look at that, Wendy, and tell me you wouldn't like to jump into the cot with him!"
We both turned to look and I saw a rather average looking fop at the bar, one of those ski types who wear turtle-neck sweaters even in the middle of summer. But Wendy liked him a lot, too, which only confirmed my opinion of women ... young women, at least. Mature women had taste and discretion, like Mary.
"I'll catch his eye," said Donna to Wendy. "You two look as though you're here together, okay?" We nodded and talked to each other as if Donna didn't exist. A minute later the ski fellow was by her side with a spare drink. Two minutes later we'd all been invited to an Upper East Side party. And a couple of minutes after that the four of us were in the back of a cab under an avalanche of packages, on our way to it.
"So you were tired," I remarked as the ski fellow ushered us into the elevator of a plush high-rise. Donna just gave an impatient shrug and turned to the guy to make small talk. Wendy kept her hand on my arm as if she wasn't quite sure what was going on. I wasn't too worried about her, though. No matter what the situation awaiting us involved, Wendy could adapt to it in a flash. Nor did I care a great deal. My mind was still fixed on Mary, and if there was a party up there I wanted nothing more from it than a few drinks and a couple of laughs to take the sting out of the night for me.
The party was ON! The moment the guy opened the door we were swamped in noise and smoke and music. The fact that we knew no one there didn't seem to matter. Wendy disappeared, Donna and her heart-throb were off in a corner by themselves, and I found myself being engaged in conversation by a girl who looked like a model. At least she was tall and skinny and her pelvic bones protruded through her dress. She told me about the famous people she knew for as long as I could stand it. Finally I went over to the bar and, after collecting a family-sized drink, I moved on to a corner by myself, to observe the milling partiers and sip.
Although it was early for a party to be going on in Manhattan, by eight o'clock everyone was peaking already. The music had no chance against the barrage of noise thrown up by the people, and the cliques started to break up into one big group which in turn formulated itself about one central person-who else, but Donna. Brandishing a drink in one hand and a lighted joint in the other, she was dancing by herself and singing some nautical ditty that amused all those who could hear it. The people around her began to clap in time, a slow, compelling rhythm that demanded something from her. Donna understood the message at once. Her eyes sparkled devilishly as she put her drink down and extinguished the joint under her foot, to begin dancing in all earnestness. Someone put on a throbbing rock & roll record and the clapping grew louder to keep up with the music. Donna radiated sensual energy now, completely in her element. I came closer to watch her, excited out of my torpor by her vibrations. What I saw was a woman made of sex and made for sex, now giving the crowd all of herself.
She swayed and undulated about in the small space left to her, smiling in a feline way, unattainable no matter how close she was. Only I knew how available she was, but she even had me fooled for that moment. Off came the left strap of her dress, to reveal one perfectly formed, evenly tanned shoulder. The right strap followed and the dress slipped down till it was caught by her nipples. She swirled and dodged outstretched hands, then reached behind and undid the zipper. The dress shimmied down her body, leaving her tits free to stargaze, then further, over her panties, down around her knees, and to the ground. She stepped out and kicked the dress high over the heads of the onlookers.
"Take it off!" yelled the men, and some of the women, too. "Take it off!" I yelled, caught up in her enticements. She smiled again, enigmatic, aloof, and all sex, cupping her breasts in both hands and bending down to lick each nipple with her pink tongue, proffering them to the men only to withdraw them when their mouths came too near. Her panties were lacy, a kind of open stitch that allowed her flesh to show through, and also showed the patch of dark blonde hair between her rippling thighs. Men were on their knees to get a better view of her snatch, and one even threw his drink over her crotch to make the material wet and therefore more transparent. Donna took it all as her due. Her hands edged down under the waistband of her panties and the assembled multitude held its collective breath as they saw the movement of her fingers below the taut material, pressing into her pussy. "Take it off!" they cried hoarsely. Some men were taking off their clothes, too, their cocks hard, their mouths set in a grim straight line. A few of the women clung to their men, others decided to get into the act. But for the time being, Donna held the spotlight. Two more women began to strip just as she started to tug at her panties, bringing them down, down, down over her pushy cheeks, down over the triangle of hair and then, with a sudden motion, she bent through her knees and pulled her panties down so that her ass poked out at the men near me. One of them threw himself forward to kiss her on the furrow but she was too quick. She stepped aside, twirled the panties about one ankle and kicked them up high for anyone to catch.
"It's my bridal bouquet!" she cried as the flimsy garment sailed through the air. "Whoever catches it can have me!" World War Two looked tame next to the struggle that ensued. Grown men and women fought like mad dogs for it, and the one who came up with the biggest scrap of panties won her ass. He took her there and then, in between the two women who were still stripping, humping her on the shag carpet while the guests clapped their hands in time. I turned away and sat back in my comer to finish my drink. So I'd stumbled into an orgy. Well, they could do without me.
"What's the matter, darling?" said a voice beside me. "You're not in the mood or you don't care about such things?"
I turned to find an attractive woman beside me, and at once my interest zoomed. She was like Mary somehow, even though she looked nothing like her. But perhaps it was her maturity, her age ... the way she looked at me and the way she placed her hand on my thigh in such a friendly, yet suggestive fashion. She was blonde and voluptuous, a little overweight perhaps, but in such an elegant manner that, in no time at all, I found myself gazing at her with pure lust.
"No, it's not that," I replied. "I was merely waiting for the right woman to come along." "And has she?" She smiled at me, lightly mocking me with her blue eyes. Of course she knew she had. She knew everything. The fine fines by the sides of her eyes and mouth told me she was a woman of experience, one who could read me like a book. I just nodded, and she took me by the hand. "Then let's go my place. It's just down the hall. Lucky, isn't it?" "Very." I followed her out through the milling party crowd, now mainly in a state of undress, Wendy was getting pummeled by the giant cock of a short man, and Donna looked as if she was taking on the whole assembly. We slipped out unnoticed, and the moment the door closed behind us everything was peaceful again. "My name is Jim," I said when she opened the door to her place. "I'm Katherine," she said and turned on the lights.
She had a very plush place with a stunning view of the city from the terrace. Inside it was simply but expensively furnished, with plants and modern art, and Eames furniture. Pictures of a middle-aged man and a group of children decorated one glass-topped table, but I decided it would be indiscreet to inquire as to their identities.
"Do you go to those parties often?" I asked instead. Katherine nodded and said she went to them whenever she ran out of people to talk with.
"One does get lonely in this aerie," she said, mixing us both a drink. "Besides, at my age one is less inclined to throw away perfectly good evenings on reading books. That's an activity I'm reserving for when I'm too old to ... enjoy life." She smiled at me and put the drink before me, then came around to sit beside me on the couch. Her perfume intoxicated me whenever she came near and made me want to get even closer, to touch her soft skin and explore her sensual body. But she gave me the distinct impression that she was in charge of this situation, and that I "should await my cues. That was fine with me. I relaxed, put my feet up, and sipped lightly at the drink she'd mixed for me. A soft breeze parted the drapes and blew upper-class air into the room. The lights, as if by magic, grew slightly dimmer. Music sprang up in all corners, soft and seductive. Katherine was doing a number on me.
"Tell me," she said, sitting a bit closer to me but gazing out through the wafting drapes: "How do you keep in such excellent shape? You're so tanned and muscular, yet you're obviously not one of those muscle fanatics. How do you do it?"
One hand softly caressed my triceps and forearms, coming to rest on my wrist which happened to be on my thigh. Her fingers were barely an inch removed from my cock which, already excited, was in the process of inflating itself. A few more throbs and she would feel it. She didn't seem aware of it, though, just left her hand where it was and looked at me as if waiting for an answer. "Oh, I work out now and then," I shrugged, "and I've been working as a lifeguard this summer." "How charming. Do you go to school?" I wanted to be done with the preliminaries already and get stuck into her. Her bosoms heaved before my eyes, rich and slightly overripe, soft and giving. And her dress clearly outlined her thighs, pressed tightly together, so big and rounded and comfortable that I could hardly wait to dive in between them and nestle into her pussy for the rest of the night. Why was she stringing me along?
"Yes, liberal arts, you know," I said, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. "But let's talk about you."
"Let's not," she said huskily. Her face came round and her lips pressed into mine, soft, subtle lips that pried mine open and cleared the way for her intruding tongue. She'd caught me completely off guard and for a minute or so I had to let her sweep me off my feet. But then I rallied and started to kiss her with more force than she could muster. My hand demanded till it touched her knee and from there it started to move up, up towards her cunt and her big ass while my lips and tongue worked to distract her. She was taking it easy, just caressing my back with both hands as she returned the kisses and our tongues wrestled. Her big body was mine! We managed to put our drinks down in the course of this preamble and I got the upper hand eventually, pushing her back along the couch till I was on top of her, dry humping. Her heavy breathing and her grinding loins told me to go further, to make her mine, but that was out of the question while I was on top of her. Without interrupting the kissing I slipped down off her and came to rest with my knees on the ground by the side of the couch. At once both my hands went up to her tits and took them out of her dress. Even though I couldn't see them, I explored them in full by squeezing them hard and savoring their massive, springy bulk.
"Go ahead," she whispered, pushing my face away from hers. "Make love to me all over! I'm yours, Jim, all yours!"
I looked at her heaving tits and with a small groan sank face down into them, bathing my face in her soft flesh, sucking and plucking at her big brown nipples, and just making merry like a kid in a sandbox. While I played, she managed to undo her bra and the back of her dress, and even got her clothes down to her waist before I helped her out. Getting to my feet, I drew the long evening dress all the way down to her ankles, and left it hanging there to get to the panties. She was a big woman, but there wasn't anything flabby about her. Her stomach was strong and firm, as were her thighs, there was just more of her than there was of Mary.
Now she was naked, legs well apart to show me the thick thatch of hair running down from her public bone to her ass, and the broad smile on her face showed me the reflection of my own mood. She was at that moment the most beautiful woman in the world, Hastily I stripped my own clothes off and sank down on her tits once more. She cupped both of them in a maternal offering to me and I sucked at them in turn, ballooning the flesh into my mouth and chafing her nipples with my teeth. Katherine arched her back and began to whimper a little, so I nibbled harder and bit into her ripe flesh with relish. I might have stayed there all day but for that mysterious bush between her legs. As I sucked, my hands strayed down over her firm belly, all the way down to her bushy hair. It was dense and dry, pleasing to the touch, and the farther down I got the moister it became. One finger dragged through her slit to feel the tender flesh inside, squelching with juice, and when it made contact with the tiny bullet of her clitoris she groaned and lifted her hips up to press it against my intruding finger all the more firmly.
Since she enjoyed that so much I began to rub her clitoris hard and fast, working her up into a frenzy of pleasure. Her clit was far more sensitive than Mary's-she preferred to have me massage it through her closed labia, or else it drove her into the wrong direction. Katherine loved it hard and straight, bucking and writhing with approval and whispering: "Oh God yes! I love it! I LOVE IT! Oh Christ-yes, that's it. You're a great lover, Jim, any man who touches me there is a great lover in my book. OOOHHHH THAT'S SO NICE!" She reached out and took my cock in hand, drawing me closer to her tits. I stood beside the couch and let her fondle it to her heart's content "You'll do it again later?" she said, and I nodded at once. "Wait, let's try it this way-you don't mind if we experiment a little, do you?" I shook my head "Good, I do love to play. Here, you he down and be still. That's the way." She straddled my hips and guided my cock so that the glans made contact with her clitoris, then manipulated it to do what my finger had been doing. Her other hand held her pussy wide open and she looked down at it with concentration, moving my dick with maximum efficiency. I wanted to fuck her badly but this was sort of perversely pleasurable and so I let her have her way. My cock was being used as a vibrator, now touching down on her clit, then around her entrance, teasing both of us to the point of distraction. Her juices had soaked all the hair around her hole now and the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. How different she looked from before. Then she'd been a well-kept dowager, beautifully dressed and groomed, authoritative in the way only real women can be, and somewhat aristocratic in her bearing. Now she was just a woman, big and beautiful, her full tits sagging under their own weight, the brown nipples attesting to many weanings and nights of passion, the filling rolling like heavy milk each time she moved suddenly. Her well groomed hair had come undone and tresses of it stuck to her sweaty brow. My hands were on her ass, feeling the deep quivers that ran through it now and then and delighting in her womanhood. "You're so big!" she said, more to herself than to me. She pulled away from my cock and kneeled by the side of the couch as if to look at it more closely. "Look at that thing-so virile, so young, so adorable How I wish my husband had been so endowed. Still, why think about him when I've got you here." Her tongue curled around my knob and licked off her own juices before she took it into her mouth. At first she just took an inch, then another, and another, moving up and down the way a cock moves to get into a tight pussy. Further still. I sat up a little to watch. Her head rolled and bobbed, trying for a better fit. Six inches were gone, at least. Two more to go. Would she make it? Yes! Somehow she managed to relax her throat muscles to swallow all of me. Her lips were right around the base of my cock, her nose buried in my pubic hair, her chin against my balls, and it felt great! Her throat came around my knob at intervals, breathing in, eating, breathing in some more, and eating me up again. She sucked and blew hot hair over my dick, licked my balls, and gave me the complete treatment. I was prepared to settle for that, but she wasn't. "Your turn again," she said, holding out her hand to help me off the couch, and falling into the place I vacated. "Don't forget your promise now."
"Oh ... er... sure," I said, shaking my head to get my brain started up. She hoisted one leg over the back of the couch and rested the foot of the other on the floor to open up for me. I grabbed hold of her big lump ass with both hands and pushed my face between her legs till her cunt spread out all over it. My tongue plunged into her wet hole and licked at the ample juices that filled her tender cavity. The more I drank the more she secreted, her cunt moving restlessly but always toward my mouth. My tongue traversed the long slit and dabbled about in her asshole for a while before rushing up to lasso her clitoris, to be rewarded by horny grunts and grinds. Her cunt was bigger than Mary's, too, but no wetter nor any more tasty. In fact, I was strongly reminded of Mary while between Katherine's legs. There was something peaceful about it with both women, something like a homecoming. Between her thighs I felt as though the world could go fuck itself for my money, nothing mattered, and Katherine's box had the same tranquillizing effect on me. But it made me horny as hell, too, eager to stick my rod right into that tropical cunt and to ride her all night long. Apparently Katherine was taken by the same longings at almost the same time.
As if something snapped in her, she wrenched her cunt away from me and dragged me up by the shoulders until I lay on top of her with my cock at the entrance to her cunt. One more jerk and I was inside her. The moment her cunt flesh wrapped itself about my oversensitive glans my body got into action. My shoulders hunched over her, my back muscles tensed up, and my hips lifted to drive my stalk way into her soggy pussy. We were off and running. My cock drove in from all angles, hard and proud, plowing into her as though it meant to tunnel through her body to get at her throat. And Katherine, ecstatic at such sexual pyrotechnics, clung to me like a lifebuoy and rammed her loins into mine with every down-stroke.
That wasn't enough for her, though. She made it known that she wanted to be on top. I pulled out and changed places with her, watching as she eased her pussy to fit over my stiff cock once again. She worked it so that my glans was just inside her box, then thumped her loins down so that her wet flesh enveloped my entire cock in one fell swoop! I grabbed hold of her ample hips and lifted her up to pound her back down again, incensed by our mutual passion. And when she'd driven herself to the point of exhaustion, her tits bobbing in a panic and her hair all over the place, I took over by holding her firmly down over my dick and shaking her violently. She cried out in pure pleasure, helpless now, her head back and mouth open, gasping to keep up with me. By this time, my strength was failing, too. I gritted my teeth and kept on shaking her, working my pubic bone into her clit, with my cock exciting every part of her deep cunt, till she let out a piercing yell and pitched forward on top of me.
She seemed done, but my cock was still hard and operative. Tired as I was, my lust remained powerful, and I indicated that to her by keeping a firm grip on her hips and driving her cock into her limp body. Katherine recovered more rapidly than expected. Pretty soon she had herself propped up, working her hips up and down on top of me with her big tits swinging before my face and her cunt emitting all kinds of wet, slurping sounds. She toiled hard as if to keep her end of the bargain, and I let her take over just to see if she could do it.
Only my cock was hot. The rest of me was numb, as though all the blood had been transferred to my dick. Katherine's face grimaced alarmingly as "she stumbled into another orgasm that brought hoarse cries from her overworked system. It was an overpowering climax, one that shook her from head to toe right up to the point at which the motion of her body became so confused that she just stopped. "I can't go on any longer!" she panted, wiping the sweat off her face with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, Jim, I have to rest."
"No, you don't!" I said, pulling her back down over me and ramming my dick ever deeper into her liquidated box. She tried to get away but I shifted out from under her to push her up against the wall and lift her legs up around my waist. She supported herself as best she could but ended up in a heap of flesh and limbs with only her hole in the right place. I drove my dick in and out, getting hardly any friction at all, but determined to make this the home stretch. By squeezing her ass cheeks together, I got a little pressure on my knob, and that did it. My muscles were aching, burning, and I couldn't breathe anymore by the time my load shot out of my cock and up her pussy. I kept battering away until the last shred had been ejaculated, then let her down gently. She sprawled out over the couch and gazed at me with exhausted awe.
"You haven't had it in a long time have you?" she said, her voice tinged with sympathy.
"Au contraire," I said flippantly. "I've had more than enough. It's just that you brought the beast out of me."
"That's very nice of you," she said with a strange smile. "Very, very nice."
I left her soon after to collect Wendy and Donna. Both were very drunk and thoroughly fucked, anxious only for the boat to take off so they could get away from it all again.
CHAPTER FIVE
We all felt relieved when the ship pulled out of New York and headed south for the Caribbean. Wendy and Donna came to my cabin after lunch for a cup of coffee, and the three of us sat around at our ease while the Statue of Liberty slid by my portholes. "Wow," sighed Donna, peering into her steaming mug of coffee, "what a city! I don't think I want to know about sex anymore. Those people were like rabbits!"
"I think you provoked them," I grinned, remembering her strip tease. "How do you feel Wendy, initiated?"
"More like a veteran," the girl smiled. She sat close to Donna and it looked as though the women had become close friends over the time we'd spent in New York. "I think all my sensory nerves have been overloaded-terminally."
"Oh, I don't know if that's true," said Donna. She pulled her handbag over and rummaged around till she came up with a familiar device. "We bought some wonderful souvenirs of 42nd Street, Jim, the kind that serve a useful purpose, too. Here let's see if your nerves are really dead." She nicked the vibrator on and lightly touched the tip of it to Wendy's lap. The girl tried to wriggle out of the way but the little missile found its mark and settled on it with a vengeance, humming all the while. In less than a minute, Wendy had to hold herself back from attacking one of us. "You see," said Donna, switching it off and putting it back into her bag, "you're still alive and kicking."
"So it seems," panted Wendy, looking embarrassed but pleased. "In any case, I've decided to be more monogamous for a while."
"Well, I can't do that," I said.
"You don't have to." She shot a meaningful glance at Donna and I understood at once.
"We discovered each other," said Donna, "in the middle of a pile of male bodies, and then we found we preferred to be together. It's as simple as that."
"Congratulations." I got up and gazed out of the porthole to see the tip of Manhattan Island disappearing in its own fumes. Out there, way up on the East Side, Katherine would be showering and dressing for my benefit, expecting me to show up as usual in the late afternoon. I couldn't tell her that my job involved a lot of travel because that would have spoiled the time we had together. A letter was in the mail for er. I was going to miss that woman. Even though I hadn't intended to see her again after that first evening together, something drew me back there every time I set foot ashore. And when I wasn't with her I was writing to Mary. Wendy's announcement didn't do much to me as a result, it only nicked my ego slightly.
"Anyway, we'd better forget about fun for a while," said Donna in a businesslike tone. "There's a gala ball tomorrow night and we have to arrange the whole thing. You hadn't forgotten about that, had you?"
"What? Oh, that-yes, I had forgotten actually. What has to be done?"
"The decorations have to be put up and the kitchen staff has to know what to prepare, the stewards will handle the drinks ... let's see, the band has been alerted, so all we have to do is put up notices and get the passengers involved."
"I'll do the notices!" Wendy said excitedly. "My strongest subject in school is art."
"Very good. Now it's going to be a masked ball so we need a panel of judges. You and I will be on it, and so will the Captain, but we still need a couple of the passengers for it. Do you know of anyone with enough prestige on board to take on that awesome responsibility?"
"No, no," I muttered, out of sorts. I wanted to ruminate, brood, and mull-but then a flash brightened the gloomy portals of my mind. "Wait a minute, yes, I do know one person. In fact, I'll go see her right away."
"Mrs. Miller," Donna nodded, "wouldn't you know it? All right, you see her and I'll try to root an old Colonel out of the passenger lists."
I was gone before Donna finished speaking. She was on the upper deck seated in a deck chair to watch the harbor scene. Over her blonde hair she wore a wide-brimmed hat that shaded her sun glasses, and when I looked at her face it was hard to tell if she was taking any notice of me or not. Since it was a warm day, she had on a fairly flimsy top and conservatively cut slacks with white sandals, the picture of a restrained jet setter. I was all the more excited by her now that Katherine had refreshed my memory on the subject of mature women and their loving ways. But Mrs. Miller was no show off. Her top covered her tits right up to the start of her cleavage, and her slacks were too loose around the crutch to satisfy my visual lust. That was just as well, because it allowed me to state my proposition clearly and without hesitation.
"Why, I'd be delighted," said Mrs. Miller in a rather deep voice. She lit a cigarette and took a languid draw on it as she continued to gaze out over the harbor. "It all sounds like a great deal of fun." "Good," I said, hoping she'd invite me to sit down beside her, but nothing was forthcoming. "Well then, you could be in the Red Room at eight o'clock tomorrow evening . .. well get the show on the road." "Very well, Mr. Prime," she said, and turned away. Now my ego had been truly wounded. I could put up with a woman playing hard to get, but one who ignored me altogether was hard to live with. Perhaps I ought to try to get over my fixation on older women. After all, Wendy had pleased me immensely at first, and Donna was no slouch when it came to fucking. Hell, I could only afford to be fussy for so long and no longer. What if I remained picky all through the voyage and ended up with nothing? I'd kick myself for it my whole life long!
As I stormed down the steps leading down to the main deck I resolved to grab the first female that came my way. The first one to do so was Mrs. Appleby, and I decided it would be the second female to come my way who would have to bear the brunt of my frustrations. The second time was luckier-a fifteen-year-old girl stood at the rails, her back to me, and her back was very fetching. Her shoulders were broad and her hips were narrow but her buns pushed out at me in a most feminine fashion, tight and rounded. Her legs were long and slender, her neck was, too, and she was black as the night. When I sidled up to her she turned to face me, and if I'd been in doubt before then, all that disappeared at once. She had high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes, a small, rather upturned nose, and wide lips that set her noble features off perfectly. Her hair had been tightly corn-rowed to streamline her even more, and her small tits added to that impression. She was tall, taut, and smooth, her dark skin lustrous in the sun, her black eyes unfathomable.
"Hi," I said, by way of breaking the ice.
"Hi, Mr. Prime," she said. "How are all those old ladies doing in that gym of yours?"
"Not too well, I'm afraid. How are you enjoying the cruise?"
"It's a bit boring," she said, fluttering her eyes ever so slightly. "My parents don't seem to have anything to do but look after me. Why, have you got some suggestions?"
"I certainly have. I know a way to amuse you and to dodge your folks at the same time." "Tell me about it."
"Why don't you just follow me," I said. She followed me into my cabin and sat nervously on the side of my bed. I locked the door and drew the curtains in front of the portholes, just to be on the safe side. Her father might be looking for her and I had an idea who he was. A big black man had been giving me some competition on the cruise, and if that was her daddy, then I wanted to steer well clear of him. What's your name?"
"Dorothy," she said, "but you can call me Dottie."
"Dottie? That means crazy in England, you know."
"That's right," she smiled, and now that she was relaxed, I was able to appreciate the full beauty of her face and body. She was so young and lithe, so poised and unconsciously graceful, that I wanted to keep her as an ornament rather than fuck her. But my cock began to throb insistently, and pretty soon I didn't just want to fuck her, I wanted to experience her! I sat beside her and placed my arm on her shoulder. At once she nestled into me, closing her eyes and wrapping one arm about my waist. I thought she was shy and needed a few minutes to get herself in order, but then I noticed how that one arm slipped down and down until her forearm rested heavily on my swelling cock. It took a little jump as the blood poured in suddenly, and Dottie looked up at me with the devil in her eyes.
"Am I too easy?" she asked, still looking up at me but letting her head slip toward my lap. "Tell me if you want me to play hard to get. I can do all that."
"Oh no, baby," I said, "just keep on doing what you're doing."
"I've got a better idea," she said, straightening up, "let's do it together."
She stood up and began to undress, beginning with her jeans. I watched intently as she unzipped them and slid them down over her long legs. Dottie wore short panties, bikini panties that served very little purpose. Tiny black curls showed at the sides of the dark patch under her panties, and that patch jutted forward almost as far as her ass pushed back! What a pudendum! When she took off her top, her pubic bone dominated my view of her. She was slick and smooth all over, the stomach muscles hard and her belly flat. Small tits poked out at me with black nipples that were big and hard, but for the rest it was her pussy that broke the lissome lines of her body and fixed my attention upon itself. I could hardly get my clothes off quickly enough. When I was naked she made a grab for my flagpole of a cock, but I eluded her and laid her out on the bed with her legs well apart and dangling over the side. She stiffened a little when I got down on my knees before her to kiss her pussy, but the moment my tongue alighted on her flesh she relaxed and gave herself over.
The first few minutes were spent just licking her pussy from top to bottom and getting the taste of her teenage moisture. Then, as order restored itself in my mind, I began to regard her with all of my senses. Her skin was slippery smooth under my fingertips, warm and sensual, and it had a deep luster in the faint afternoon light filtering through the curtains. She lay back on the bed, her head propped up on my pillows, watching me make love to her cunt, and smiling enigmatically. Her hands were near her small tits but not actually on them, as if she couldn't quite bring herself to do such things in front of me. I let mine roam freely, caressing her hard stomach, the soft little tits, her strong, slender thighs, and eventually I drew my head back off her pussy to caress and titillate that, too.
Her flesh was darker down there, covered with small black curls that grew close together to form a pelt, moist now and laid back out of the way of her slit. Inside her pussy was magenta, then shocking pink around her entrance, and her labia were small and fine, forming a kind of oyster shell. One finger parted her flesh and eased up her hole, just probing and touching, and Dottie tightened up all over and sucked in air sharply as she tried to control her hips. I kept toying with her for a while longer just to see how much she could take, and how much I could forgo. My cock ached to fuck this young black slip of a girl, and in the back of my mind I wondered what had happened to my older woman fixation. Cunt was cunt, and if the bearer of the cunt looked good, then what more could a man want? That question would answer itself.
I went down on her again, making myself comfortable between her legs and licking up the juices that had gathered during my digital inspection. She tasted fine, a heady brew that made my tongue dig deeper for more, so tart and bittersweet. My hands were one her ass now, squeezing her tight buttocks. They were springier than any I'd ever felt, and fuller, I just couldn't stop squeezing them! Dottie had taken to playing with her tits by this time but I didn't care about that. I rolled her over on her belly and began to explore her ass with my whole face. Those dark buns poked up at me, firm and round, hard together, and I couldn't resist sinking my teeth into them.
"WWOOOOWWWW!" Dottie cried, responding at once. I let my tongue drift along the emphatic contours of her ass and she almost fell off the bed with excitement. "Oooww," she quavered, "that's too nice, too nice! Mmmm-mm-m! Yeah! Kiss it!" I was more than happy to. My hands took hold of her broad, bony shoulders to hold her down while I licked and kissed and bit into her firm flesh, parting her buttocks with my face to let the tip of my tongue reach the floor of her furrow where secret fluids awaited it Dottie clung to the pillows and tried to stifle her cries but she couldn't stop her hips from making sharp fucking motions that almost threw me off the track. I persisted, however, working my tongue into her ass, rimming her slowly, relaxing her sphincters until the tip was able to get up her. That's when she started to squeal with pleasure. She scrambled onto her hands and knees and reached back with one hand to hold her ass open for me so I could get more of her back passage. It was with distinct pleasure that I dipped my tongue into her anus, savoring the sweet, muskiness of her and letting her excitement infect me till my lust brimmed over and brought me close to blowing all over the backs of her thighs.
Squeezing her flesh and licking her soft little anus, I let my stiff cock ride along the skin of her thighs, finding some relief there. She was so beautiful! Her broad shoulders and her narrow waist, the fine back muscles, and that black, shining skin all combined to make me want to eat her all up. I couldn't get enough of her. Biting and kissing, sucking at her cunt, her ass, savoring the exotic blends of juices, tasting her flesh, and burrowing into her for more, more, morel She rested her head on her folded arms and let her ass stick all the further up into the air. Her black little cunt pushed out toward me, the labia open to reveal that strange pink area and the whitish drops of fluid oozing out of it. My mouth pressed up against that pink, shell-like hole and sucked the droplets up, while my hands found her small tits and massaged them rhythmically. She was trembling and making small sounds which grew in intensity and volume the more my tongue ravaged her orifices. Louder and louder, crying out like a stuck pig one minute, hoarsely whispering the next, she egged me on and worked her pussy into my face as though she was fucking my tongue. A little longer, I told myself, and I'd plug her, but good!
Everything was going right. My cock was as hard steel and raring to slip into that carefully prepared and marinated hole. My face was covered in her oils and my body was full of hers. Now was the time to mount her. Only Dottie was making urgent, terminal sounds. A little more licking and a bit of fingering just to get her past this hurdle. I succeeded, only my success went beyond my expectations. She yelled louder, went very rigid for a moment, and then relaxed so utterly that she just fell face forward on the bed and dozed off. There I was, sitting on the side of the bed like a fool, my tool pointing up at the ceiling, my body on fire, and the girl with me was asleep, blissfully unaware of my agony. Would Mary have left me in this state? Would Katherine have? Or Mrs. Miller? No, indeed. They were as concerned with my pleasure as I was with theirs. Well, I would have my satisfaction whether Dottie provided me with it or just acted as the instrument for attaining it. I moved her sleeping body over to one side of the bed and stealthily knelt down over her ass. Parting the buttocks with both hands I slipped my cock into the moist furrow and closed her buns against it. Her flesh was deep enough to fulfill that purpose, and I leaned forward supporting myself on both hands, to push my cock to and fro in the fleshy grip of her ass, masturbating myself most enjoyably.
Tanned as I was, my flesh looked very white in comparison to her ebony hue. Even my dark brown cock looked pale as it ploughed into the tight cleavage of her black ass. The palms of my hands lay flat on the rounded buns and held them in place while registering the deep tremors of her ass whenever my cock thrust forward. Dottie didn't stir. Everything started to get a little fuzzy, red-tinged, and distant as my cock neared its climax. My unfocussed eyes gazed at the sight of my cock riding into that little hillock of black flesh, in and out, in and out, hypnotic in its own erotic way until everything became very urgent and I started to shove my cock into her with all my might, fucking and jerking off and blowing dollops of cream all over her back and ass, keeping it up right to the time when my cock started to shrink. Only then did I relax and lay on the bed beside her. Dottie snored softly.
We woke up a few hours later and I found myself bard again, so I rolled on top of her and eased my dick into pussy. She just wrapped herself around me, her legs about my waist, and sleepily submitted to my half-baked passion. It was nice this time, cozy almost, lying on top of this young, willowy girl with my cock sliding in and out of her tightly elastic pussy until I blew again. I withdrew and she snuggled up into my arms for another nap. By the time we came to, the ship was rolling about on the open sea and it was dark outside.
"Oh dear," she worried, leaping off the bunk and checking her reflection in the mirror, "my parents are going to wonder where I've been all day. What should I use as an excuse?"
"Tell them you were helping Donna with the arrangements for tomorrow night's ball," I said. "That sounds safe enough, doesn't it?"
"Great." She made sure her corn rows hadn't been disturbed, then took a wash cloth and soap and carefully cleaned her pussy of the remnants of pleasure. With her back turned to me and absorbed in herself, she filled me with longing again. Only this time it wasn't entirely sexual. I thought how nice it would be to have her around the place, just being beautiful and herself. She talked as she washed up, chattering about something that I didn't follow. But it was so nice to watch her move around my cabin as though it was her own, dressing herself, checking in the mirror to see if her tits were sagging yet, and finally disappearing into my bathroom to take a quick leak before she went back to her parents.
"Can I come again?" she asked. "Or do you want to ball everyone on this boat?"
"You can come anytime," I said. "Even if I'm here with somebody, I don't mind."
"Well, I might mind," she said, half teasing, half serious.
"So might your parents," I reminded her.
"Oh, they're easy to get around," she shrugged. "My daddy's out to make up for lost time on this trip and my mother's just glad to be out of the house. She lies on deck all day reading magazines, even though she knows daddy's putting it to all those other women. As far as she's concerned, this is heaven."
"She doesn't mind him going to bed with other women?"
"I'll tell you what I think," said Dottie, coming close and looking confidential. "I think she's fed up with sex anyway, you know? I think she's glad he's found another place to do it in. While he's screwing them he leaves her alone, that's why she's so happy."
"Sounds feasible." I unlocked the door for her and patted her on her superb little ass. "Come back and visit now, hear?"
"I'll be around," she said, winking. Then she was gone. I closed the door and made myself a cup of coffee. Now that I'd actually tried to get over Mary, or Mrs. Miller, or whoever lurked in my subconscious, I was less sure than ever what I wanted. Dottie was so lovely, so young and fresh, but she couldn't satisfy me the way Mary could. And Mary was mature, worldly, she knew what she was talking about and what she was on this planet for.
Well, if it was a problem it wasn't pressing while the cruise lasted. Dottie was a Londoner to judge by her accent, so she'd be on board till the very end, and that was a long way away. Besides, there was the gala ball to worry about. I began to hope a mighty hurricane would blow up overnight to cancel this orgy of fatuity, but deep in my heart I knew the ball was inevitable, and that I should get on with my job.
CHAPTER SIX
It was hot on the evening of the gala ball. We were about twenty miles off the Florida coast, sailing over a mirror-smooth sea for the Caribbean, and it seemed as though every passenger looked forward to the ball with all their hearts. The genteel boredom of sea travel makes each distraction into a fullblown adventure, and this ball was no exception, unenthusiastic as I was about it. Lucky for the passengers that Donna had organized balls before and enjoyed doing it, or else they would have ended up gathered around the bar drinking themselves into a stupor.
I chose my costume with an eye on Mrs. Miller. What would win her heart? I stood before the mirror in my cabin, naked and critical, checking my body out for points that might be emphasized. My tan was deep now and the combination of fucking and exercising had toned my muscles up nicely. An old, faded pair of jeans were just right to bring out my tool chest. The bigger the bulge, the better my chances with Mrs. Money, I figured. Donna lent me a striped sweater that was very tight on me and had the sleeves cut off. A pair of sandals and a fake beard, along with a pair of heavy plastic sunglasses and a beret just about completed the preparations. The beatnik himself. Still, the salient part of my costume was the tight crotch of my jeans; and the garb afforded me all the mobility I needed.
Donna and Wendy were far more resplendent than me. They came as Tweedledee and Tweedledum, both of them in green body suits, romper suits, and artificial humps. On their heads they wore boy's caps with their names painted on. Only I knew how appropriate their costumes were. They walked into the ballroom hand in hand, looking delicious in spite of the humps. A lot of the party-goers wore masks, which rather annoyed me. I wanted to know who was who. What if Mrs. Appleby snuck up on me and I took her for Mrs. Miller? That would never do.
But Mrs. Miller came as herself, a stately, beautiful dowager dressed in a fine evening dress that revealed much of her tanned bosom and somehow clung to her ass which shivered as if she had nothing on underneath that dress. She didn't even look in my direction, just walked over to the bar and ordered herself a drink.
For the next half hour or so we were too busy welcoming guests to see much of what was going on, but then my official duties were done with and I gratefully edged my way through the dancers to get at the bar. The band was rather conservative, electric swing, but I took them a big tray of potent mixtures and a little later they were actually putting a beat into their music. Dottie came in with her parents, all of them disguised but easily distinguished just the same because they were the only blacks at the party. Her mother was a tall, slender woman with a majestic walk, but her face was concealed by a rhinestoned mask. The father was very big and very powerful, and I instinctively moved out of his range of vision in case he could read thoughts. Mrs. Appleby trailed not far behind them, looking left and right till she spotted me. She wore a toga that had been wrapped too tight. Obviously she had plans for the night which included rapid disrobing.
"Will I be seeing you later?" she whispered, standing very close to me and letting her hand dangle by her side so that it rested softly against the bulge in my jeans.
"I'll let you know," I said without taking my eyes off the dancers. Where was Mrs. Miller?
"I'll make it good for you," she said, and her full, rosy cheeks grew more ruddy as her eyes sparkled with feverish lust. "You know I can satisfy you. And when I've had a few drinks, watch out!"
"Alright, Mrs. Appleby," I said, "I'll keep it in mind." I left her standing there and walked around the ballroom looking for Mrs. Miller. I found her chatting with the Captain. The Old Man looked more like a movie star than an old salt, and I began to suspect that's how he got his job in the first place. Did Mrs. Miller fall for those sea-blue eyes of his and the silver mane? If so she disappointed me. The man was a sham from head to foot, the life of any cocktail party, and that's all he was good for. Still, it was one thing to deride the Captain in the privacy of my mind, and quite another to overcome the surge of jealousy that kept rising in my belly. While preoccupied with that issue, I managed to swallow quite a number of drinks which backed up on me all of a sudden.
I was able to keep up a good front, though. Smiling at the women who tried to draw me away as the evening wore on, and applauding when Mrs. Miller and her committee picked the best costumes, dodging the tentacles of Mrs. Appleby and the dark threat of Dottie's father, and drinking all the while. By midnight I knew it was time to sit down, or, preferably, to lie down, because my system had been soaked and wrecked!
It had hardly registered with me that the women passengers were competing fiercely for the favors of men. Even though we'd been at sea for just over a week, this condition had already become familiar to me, so much so that I'd acquired all the skills of a beautiful virgin in fending off assaults on my honor. Besides, I was too busy keeping an eye on Mrs. Miller to notice much else. After midnight, however, she left the party by herself. I tried to run after her but my limbs were on vacation. A drink helped me to resign myself to a night alone. Dottie's father left with a bevy of women, and her mother and Dottie herself left soon after. The men who were still available had no chance. They were either kidnapped or shanghaied. Because my mind was so stumped by drink there was no way for my survival instinct to communicate its urgent message to me. All I knew was that at one point I'd been surrounded by women, all of them in costumes, many of them dressed as whores of course, and in every pair of eyes burned the fires of lust.
I felt like General Custer! The circle drew tighter about me, women advancing, hectic cheeks, meretricious clothes, fanciful hairdos, bright red lips that were wet and seemed to palpitate. "Oh no!" I muttered, hastily emptying my glass for extra liquid courage. "This can't be true! Get away from me!" I focused my eyes as best I could to make sure they weren't pink elephants, but there was no way of being sure of anything. Their hands reached out and suddenly I was covered with crawling things, spiders, no, no, they were hands feeling me up, fondling me all over. A wave of panic swept through me, broke, and left me very relaxed. What was I worrying about? If these women wanted to have their piece of me they were more than welcome to it.
"Now we've got you, you gorgeous hunk!" someone whispered, and someone else cried: "Come on, gang, let's take him to my cabin!" At once, dozens of hands took hold of me and I found myself being transported out of the ballroom high up in the air, borne by lustful women overhead, and .all I could do was recline on their hands and laugh helplessly. Light fixtures flashed by, dangerously close to my face, but nothing worried me. They bore me into a large first-class cabin, and I was flung onto a huge bed. The sound of a door being slammed shut and locked registered, and I looked around to find myself surrounded again. Dizzily I tried to make a head count ... ten, maybe a hundred, was as close as I could get A babble of voices accompanied a mass undressing. The whore costumes gave way to a wild array of nipples and tits, and smooth bellies from which grew half-concealed hairy fruits. As clothes fell away and perfumes mingled with sweat and the subtle scent of crotch, I felt my cock rising visibly in my pants, but I didn't have the strength to undress myself. As soon as the women were ready, they took care of that problem for me. Again my body was assailed by many hands, each of them working hard but without method to rid me of my garments. Some were ripped off, others required me to sit up or lift my ass, but eventually they succeeded in denuding me. I was as pleased as they were. Those fleshy spiders now crawled over my flesh, a much more satisfying sensation, especially when nimble fingers caressed my cock and balls which they frequently did. Hands were joined by mouths. An avalanche of flesh buried me, and it was pointless to try to keep my eyes open. AH I saw was flesh, shaded and lit, now and then a distinctive feature appeared but for the most part it was all the same. And, as if to blind-fold me, a woman sat on my face, filling my mouth with pussy and my eyes with ass. That gave me something to do, anyway. I grabbed hold of the strange ass with both hands jugs to control how heavily it could sit on my face, and then my tongue took over, slipping and sliding, prying into the runny hole. Whoever it was, she was free with her juices. No matter how much I licked and sucked, more kept coming. This was wonderful, I thought, digging in deeper still and parting her cheeks with my hands for better accessibility. But just as I became very involved with her pussy she was pushed out of the way and another woman took her place. That made no difference to me. My tongue went for her clitoris with the same ardor. She sat the other way around so it was easier to get her whole snatch into my mouth and to suck at her bullet-like clitoris. She assisted me by rubbing it back and forth against my mouth, at times chafing herself painfully against my teeth. But if the loud moans I heard were hers, that's how she got off.
Meanwhile the other women had busied themselves with the rest of me. Mouths clamped themselves about my rock-hard cock, only to be displaced by others. Someone had straddled one of my legs and was rubbing her pussy along my shinbone, another sucked at my toes, an abrasive tongue circled my nipples, and the other women had piled themselves on the bed to press their soft, hot bodies against me. The elixir secreted by pussies is, I think, something of a cure against intoxication, because after about five minutes of drinking it down my head began to clear and my surroundings became more relevant.
I looked up through the shrubbery and saw first a large pair of tits bouncing ponderously with the woman's every move, and further up a face I didn't recognize. Not that it mattered, she was delicious whatever her name was. She paid no attention to me, only to her inner pleasures, mauling her tits and riding her pussy into my mouth as if we were all alone in the room. But when I looked to one side of me, I saw several other women piled into each other, sucking and fingering each other while reaching for my cock now and then according to their needs. On the other side it was the same story, women everywhere, divided between each other and me. My body was burning with a million different sensations, instilled by sly tongues and sneaky fingers rubbing and licking and making me feel hard all over. I wanted someone to sit on my dick but for the moment they were too busy trying to monopolize that part of me with their mouths.
All the women had found an activity with which they were satisfied for the moment, and the room became quiet but for wet sucking sounds and small moans as everyone found happiness in her own way. I continued to eat the proffered pussy for want of anything better to do. The moans grew in intensity, and one of the women shrieked at one point, building up to a collective climax which would get us past this stage and into other, more interesting areas. I did my best for the cause, biting and eating into my new friend, lapping at her pussy with extended tongue, and fingering her asshole in time. She could hardly sit still after a good dose of this. Her hips gyrated erratically, missing my face altogether. I had to get a good grip on her cheeks to keep her on target Then, with an outburst of greed, she pushed her cunt into my mouth so hard that it blocked my nose as well, and it became impossible for me to breathe at all! I tried to hold her back, but it was no use. Heavy grunts emerged from her throat and I got a glimpse of her hands mauling her tits with such power that there were big white patches around each fingertip. I put my hands under her thighs and tried to lift her bodily, but her strength was that of ten men at the time. She was in heat and heading for the big one, and nothing I could want mattered to her. Her pussy was wet and hot, the hair slicked back like a beaver's pelt, sopping and blurting all over my face in a spasm of passionate desire-and then, as suddenly as she'd begun, she stopped. For a second or so she continued to sit on my face, but like a tree cut through at the base, she toppled over and crashed down on the women on my left side. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed in all the air it was possible to contain-but another woman hopped on top and once more I found myself struggling just to stay alive!
"Now wait a glummphflglgl!" I said, literally wrestling with my latest assailant. This time I put all my strength into it and lifted the woman off me to dump her to one side. "Have your fun but don't suffocate me in the mmmfff!" Another one mounted my face with the same dispassionate demeanor as an equestrian mounting her steed. This was too much! I tossed her off too and scrambled to my feet. There I stood, naked and hard, surrounded by a writhing mass of naked women and limbs reaching for my dick, my ass, any part of me at all! "Let's do it my way!" I said, and that was the last word I managed to get out for some time.
Like a dozen lassoes, their arms took hold of me and brought me down into their midst. I gave up. They crawled over and under me, rubbing their tits and asses against my body, licking at my dick, swallowing my balls, and inquisitive fingers rimmed my asshole, all with the most devastating results. Whatever antagonism I'd built up inside me was discharged in a split second and my weak, mortal flesh succumbed to their many charms. My hands closed over the most resilient of breasts and the chubbiest little pussies imaginable, squeezed firm rounded buttocks and lingered over ample thighs, checking for the set of parts that appealed to me most. I found her only after I'd made a most exhaustive search for her, in the shape of a robust blonde with breasts the size of soccer balls and a cunt that made it imperative for me to fuck it.
There was something about her pussy that none of the others could offer. It was big and flushed dark red against her snow white skin, with the blonde curly hair laid back around her slit due to the excesses of moisture emanating from within. She faced me with her legs wide open, so far apart that her labia separated and showed me the bright pinkness of the ragged skin and the valley inside, right down to where the pinkness formed a small whorl and led to the mysterious darkness beyond. Looking into her cunt was like looking into a spiralling vortex. I became dizzy again, almost drunk, my eyeballs spiralling in time with the vision of her sex, and without my making the slightest effort, my body positioned itself between her legs, my hands reached down and lifted her thighs until her cunt hole and my cock were level, and then I gently nudged my swollen glans forward to lodge itself into her pink flesh. The other women saw what was happening and backed away a little to give us the room we needed. Some lay in the arms of other and allowed their breasts to be squeezed, or tickled another's box, but all were quiet and looked on without blinking. This was to be an exhibition fuck. Dimly I realized it could make or break me on this ship, but I knew full well that nothing could go wrong with this delicious, robust worn She watched me as I gazed down at her cunt, a that seemed to excite her as much as the actual fucking! I rested the backs of her thighs on mine and held her labia further apart in order to see everything. It looked as though my dick placed quite a strain on her cunt's elasticity. Each time I pushed down hard her lips sank down into the hole along with hair from the side, but that was soon resolved when she became even wetter and the moisture was more evenly distributed. Then her cunt opened wide and two of me could have fitted in without strain.
I shoved myself right into her and let it bob up and down at the door to her womb while my fingers manipulated her clitoris. She couldn't take that. Her hands came down, hovered for a second, tried to push my hands away, changed direction halfway through, but when I put the pressure on she made pleading noises and pushed them away. "I can't take that!" she moaned. "That drives me right up the wall."
"Then let it," I said. Two of the women near her took hold of an arm each and held her pinned down so I could continue my handiwork uninterrupted. The clitoris stood well out of its tuck of flesh, hard and darker than the pink environs. My fingertip brushed along it rapidly, up and down, side to side, or in circles, keeping an eye on her face to see what affected her most deeply. When I pinched her clit with my nails she almost leaped up off the bed and through the ceiling with ecstasy. "Stop it!" she whooped, twisting her strong body this way and that. "Oh no, oh no! Oh Jesus, NOOOOOOO!" Her loins pumped up and down with a staccato rhythm while she tossed, and it took several more women to hold her down. "THAT'S PAINFUL!" she yelled. "STOP IT! STOP IT YOU GODDAMN PIG!" But her eyes told me to keep it up, to do anything I wanted to do. I pinched her clit some more and then pulled it back hard, that for a moment, the inner flesh of her cunt formed a pink, gleaming little tent. "UUUGGGNNNHHH!" she grunted, her mouth wide open and her eyes pressed shut. That was all she could say. Her back was arched so that her body formed a taut bridge, and her every muscle quivered under the tension. At that point every one of the women on the bed turned to the robust blonde and started to lick her tits and massage her feet, doing everything in their power to bring her off in style. I let my cock slide in and out slowly as my fingers titillated the rest of her pussy, watching in suspense as the blonde continued to shake like she had a case of the bends. Then she speeded up and began to yell again, her hands flailing through the air to get at any part of any body. That stopped when she came. With a foghorn yell she announced her complete satisfaction to the world at large, and at once her body subsided. "Me next?" said a woman who I recognized as the one who'd occupied my face to the point of suffocation.
"No, you've had enough already," I said, looking around at the other candidates. They no longer treated me as a walking, talking dildo now that I'd reduced one of their number to submission. I was the sultan and they were the harem. My eye fell on a woman who was holding her tits up at me, big sagging tits with large nipples sucked brown, and her lips pulsed at me to suggest the most exquisite blow jobs, "You," I said, pointing at her. She scurried over at once and dove down on my dick. I would have been content with that but the other women protested.
"That's be a waste of good hard-on," said one of them, lying on her back and spreading her legs with the same subtle suggestiveness as had been practiced by the blonde. "Why don't you give us all a taste of cock?"
"All of you?" I pushed the woman away from my dick and counted the assembly with my consternation showing. "Ten women in one night? Come on, nobody can do that."
"We'll all help," she said and added, pointing at the robust blonde, "besides, one's down already."
"That's true." The woman with the sagging jugs had already planted herself on my cock and now tried to push me back so she could fuck me properly. I complied but also drew her down toward me and grabbed hold of her big ass. Without giving her a chance to work on me I eased one index finger up her asshole, pushing it past her tight sphincters until it was deep into the anal cavity. Then, as she pressed her tits into my chest, I hooked the finger in solidly and started to add another to it, working them both in and out in unison, opening her ass right up, and rendering her immobile all at once. The other women were already toying with the woman's tits and one hand had somehow come between my pubic bone and hers to stimulate her down there. The woman on top of me looked like she'd lost all track of what was going on. She just made weird noises and occasionally tried to rally by pumping her hips down over my dick. All to no avail. The woman in whose cabin this private party was being held produced a dildo which she proceeded to grease up, and when it was good and ready she took my fingers out of the older woman's ass and shoved the plastic cock up there instead. That did it. I was no longer in the running as far as low-tits was concerned. She lifted her big ass right up into the air and drew well away from me to submit to the anal pounding like a bitch in heat. But before my prick had a chance to grow cold another woman had eased herself on top of it, and together we fucked hard and fast as if to see who would win out.
This woman was a pushover. She had a good body but her face wore that peculiarly dry, embittered expression of a woman who's been ignored for too long.
Just having a big, living cock in her cunt was enough for her. In a matter of two minutes, she had lost complete control and the other women dragged her off me so someone else could take her place. Three down, seven to go. Number four looked like a real challenge. By this time my cock felt nothing. It was hard and numb, and the pleasure I derived from this gang bang in reverse was purely visual. I loved to see all those pussies around me, such miracles of nature barely concealed by strips of hair. And all the different kinds of tits, big and small, round and elongated, stargazers and floor-watchers, but all of them were desirable. The woman who'd taken over was younger than most of them, in her late thirties I guessed, small breasted and wide hipped, who fucked authoritatively, as if she knew what it was all about. If that was the case, it wouldn't be much fun for her to be on top I thought, so I rolled her over and brought her legs right back and up so that my shoulders rested against the backs of her thighs. That pinned her down to the one position and made her completely dependent on me for her pleasure. At first she didn't go for it much, but as I rammed my dick into her with all the gusto afforded by her springboard legs, she began to get the drift of my action. And when the other women helped me out by giving her a bite to eat and a pussy to finger, she popped off like a time bomb.
Number five had me in real trouble. She was young and tight, narrow hipped, no ass, but big tits that rolled up and down most charmingly when she was on top of me and pressing her tight pussy down along my erection. The friction was terrific, and when I placed the palms of both my hands on her tits it was almost the end. They were so soft it felt like her skin sacks were filled with warm, heavy cream, and they affected me all over. With this booster shot to my already critical lust, I forgot about caution and began to fuck her with abandon. Lucky for me and the rest of the women that she came before I did, because there was no other way to stop me. And even when she climbed off me to make way for number six, my cock continued to poke and thrust into empty space, desperate for its own climax.
I took number six from behind. She draped herself over the side of the bed, rested her face on her folded arms, and surrendered her big white ass to me as if she was playing dead. Not a sound, not a movement! My cock barged in and out of her distended pussy, jamming and plugging her, crowding her clitoris, and to add to that, I shoved a finger up her asshole. Nothing. I started to feel discouraged. The woman took all I had to give yet she might as well have been sitting in a dentist's chair!
"Give up on her," urged one of the women whose turn was yet to come. "She's a cold fish, you'll never do any good with her."
"It's her turn!" I panted, thrusting left and right and tugging at her sphincters as hard as I could. She was opening up wide, and in the orifice below, her juices slopped about loudly as if to reassure me I was doing alright. But that was all the signals I got, and I and the audience demanded more. Other women came over and tried to help me with her. One adopted the lotus position right before her and lifted her head to lay it face down over her own snatch. Another took advantage of this act of levitation to fondle the woman's big white tits in the same way as one might milk a cow. Others tried their best and failed. The woman underneath me could not be moved to express her feelings other than by getting very wet down in the secret recesses of her cunt.
The combination of her inertness and wetness made it difficult for me to retain a quality erection. There was no fleshy friction to urge my dick on to greater efforts and no inspiration for further plowing. Well, I figured, if she's not going to come in any case, I'd better make sure of my own pleasures while there's a chance. And so, without bothering to lubricate her asshole with her cuntal fluids, I withdrew my cock from one hole and plunged it up the next. Still no signs of bliss, but she did get very tense all of a sudden. My cock got stuck halfway into her elastic asshole and bravely pushed onward to slip that tight ring higher up itself. The women who hadn't been fucked yet were going crazy with vicarious bliss. Fingering themselves and crowing, cheering, sitting close by to watch my cock disappear into the woman's big ass, they were exciting me anew in spite of my victim's rigid mien.
That changed as suddenly as the wind. One moment she was rigid and silent, the next moment she snapped and started to yell, thresh about, and convulse as if in a fit! Everyone crowded around to watch her release the pent-up emotions of years, and as I looked at their faces it was obvious that they all knew exactly what she was going through. I took my cock out gently and let her roll about on the bed all by herself. There was no keeping up with the emotions she was going through. Number seven was by my side in a flash, offering her asshole with a feverish glance over her shoulder. I eased it in, respectful of the tight condition of her nervously contracting anus. The two of us went virtually ignored while number six rolled about and screamed at the top of her lungs, and we made the best of that time by fucking at full pelt, once my member had been properly introduced into her anal cavity. Only when I stopped to let my balls subside did I notice the other women were passing bottles around the circle, all of them huddled close together and watching us with great interest. One of them passed a bottle over to the woman at the other end of my dick, and between the two of us we polished it off while fucking. She didn't reach her orgasm but she did pass out to collapse in a heap on the floor, which I figured was as good as a climax any day.
The drink had ruined my lucidity, making me an easy target for number eight. By this time my cock was very sore and very disinclined to continue. It didn't even want to blow any more. It just wanted to rest. But there was a woman busily screwing its halfhearted hardness into herself and when I protested she just gave me another bottle to keep me quiet. I drank moodily, watching her vague shape moving about on top of me and feeling her pussy clamp down and around my dick with its avaricious knell and hearing her huff and puff. The other two were at either side of me, waiting and fingering themselves. I couldn't take it anymore. Long tugs at the bottle sent me staggering backward into a weird kind of trance, soporific and disjointed, and further still toward a coma. Let them do with me as they wanted. I was going to bow out, and if I couldn't do it physically, then mentally would have to do.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the morning a bleak light illuminated the scene for my bleary eyes. Scraps of memory from the previous night drifted together to form larger pictures, and by the time I was able to sit up it was all clear to me again. But were these the women I'd fucked with? They looked much older than they had last night, their breasts were lower and so were their asses. Perhaps the lines of age aren't as noticeable by night as they are by day. Or perhaps alcohol does actually make people seem more beautiful than they are.
Still, after I'd checked each of the sleeping women out carefully, I wasn't too displeased. They were probably twice as old as me but all of them had a lot to give. Those big, heavy tits, the heavy hips and the all but gone waistlines emanated femininity of the rawest, raunchiest kind. And since they were sprawled all over the bed and the floor, there was no disguising the fact that they had been fucked often and thoroughly. Bulging, darkened pussy lips confronted me everywhere I looked, peeping out from between ample thighs and through dense thatches of hair. A few of the women slept in a more covert position and I, suddenly horny and more than curious, turned them over and spread their legs so as to see everything. I felt like a kid let loose in a candy store ... or like an adult left to his own devices in a harem. My cock sprang up and out in spite of its red raw condition, and it pointed at a woman who was already in position. She lay on her back, her feet resting on the floor, her torso on the bed, and her ass suspended in space. Her arms were folded behind her head and her face wore the expression of a guiltless child dreaming of gamboling lambs and lollipops. Red-haired, her mascara smeared and one false eyelash hanging askew, she should have born a closer resemblance to a trollop after a heavy night, but she didn't. I came toward her and walked into the space between her legs. All that needed to be done to bring her pussy and my penis on the same level was for me to lift her by her thighs and move forward. Her cunt was sweaty and still wet, perhaps from saucy dreams. The flushed, aching knob of my dick slipped into her and didn't stop till our pubic bones ground together. She groaned sleepily and tried to turn over but I held her in place and started to slide my cock in and out of her pink, wet flesh at an easy pace so as not to disturb her. It thrilled me to be fucking her without her knowing about it, sneaky and totally self-indulgent, doing her the way I'd wanted to do my mother many, many years ago. Only she never slept so soundly and I never had the nerve.
I watched as my thick stem pulled loose from her cloying cunt flesh and sank back into it with all the grace of a lover sinking into his true love's aims. When it reached its full extent in or out, a small wet noise popped out of her like a thick bubble bursting, and yet she didn't wake up. The other women were unaware of my venture, too. It was very quiet in the room but for regular breathing and the bubbles bursting slowly inside the woman's pussy. My body was aglow with the full masturbation her box gave me. Everything was in harmony and my eyes rolled back as in a trance. At that moment I would have been content to stand there and screw away the rest of my , life, slowly and hypnotically, and perhaps I would ! have if one of the other women hadn't come to.
"How lovely!" I heard her croon as she swayed toward me. Her hair was everywhere and her eyes were bloodshot, but I recognized her as the big blonde I'd screwed the previous night. "You never stop, do you? Oh, Jimmy, the things you did for me last night. We had such fun together. Why don't you let that woman sleep so you can poke that big tool of yours into a living pussy?"
"Just let me be," I muttered, thrusting my cock deeper into the sleeping woman.
"Come on," said the blonde, embracing me now and sucking at my ear lobes. "She'll never know what she's missed but I will. Why don't we do it one more time, right now while the others are sleeping? You'll enjoy it, you know that, don't you?"
"Leave me alone." I was in no mood to argue with her. My cock tremulously made its way along the sleeping woman's palpitating cuntal walls, receiving the finest, subtlest massage of its career, and nothing could distract me from that. The robust blonde seemed to get the message because she disappeared out of the range of vision. For a few seconds I actually believed she'd given up! How naive. Soft hands parted the cheeks of my ass and a rough, exciting tongue alighted on the most sensitive place down there, right on my asshole. It was only there for a second but I had lost the rhythm already. Then the tip slyly moved up along the furrow of my ass and once around each bun, which only made me want for her to rim me again. The crafty old bitch must have known it. When her tongue touched my asshole I'd shivered from head to toe. She knew and she was playing on it.
Her tongue skidded along my skin and came to a stop just near my asshole, dodged it, and then circled it round and round without touching the spot! I almost took my cock out of the sleeping woman in order to get my ass in the right position, so horny did the blonde make me. She chuckled way down in her throat and once more her tongue took off to tease me to a standstill. Everything in me was in suspense, waiting for her devilish tongue to come back to that tender section which transmitted all its feelings so liberally to every part of my body. She kept playing me along, giving me pleasure but not quite enough to satisfy me, yet too much to let me get on with my fucking.
"Why did you stop?" asked the sleeping woman, eyes wide open now and much clearer than most people's on awakening. "Do you want me to move around a bit?"
"No, no," I said, shaking my head and trying to wipe the sweat off my brow with the back of one uncertain hand. "It's got nothing to do with you, nothing at all."
"Then what's the matter? I'm just about the only woman you haven't satisfied here, so it's my turn isn't it?"
"Shut up, for chrissakes!" I hissed, leaning forward with both legs apart to give over to the blonde. Her tongue now raced around the perimeter of my asshole, licking and kissing it as though she was crazy about assholes in general. And my head was in a complete turmoil. All sorts of wonderful, sharp sensations bubbled up from that little spot, filling me with a clash of desires that was sure to erupt in large doses of cream at any moment. But the woman impaled on my cock didn't know of the predicament I was in, and she became quite impatient. She shuffled forward and grabbed hold of my hips with both hands to drag me forward while her legs encircled my waist and her pussy swallowed my whole cock. That pleased her, but the blonde objected to the way my buttocks flexed when I thrust forward. She pulled me back and knocked the woman's hand away in the one motion to plunge her tongue back up my ass.
Back and forth I went, pulled forward by the woman eager to get fucked, pulled back by the blonde so her tongue could seduce me away from all the other women, and all I could do was submit to the pushing and the shoving. I no longer knew what I wanted. As long as my cock got its share of the action and my asshole could have more of the fiery tongue-lashing everything was well with the world. But then the other women started to wake up, alerted by the moans and the heavy groans and, since morning is a time of horniness for the whole human race, they decided they wanted a part of me, too.
Things were beginning to look desperate. They crowded around us, pushing and pulling at me in their turn, while the women with whom I was sharing the pleasures of the flesh tugged the other way. And my cock had its own ideas about what it wanted- these ideas, of course were the most persuasive. Suddenly I wrenched free from them all and flung myself on top of the prostrate woman, jamming my cock into her as far as it would go. Then, without drawing it back at all, I started to fuck her with all my might, shoving my knob deeper and deeper into her body. She was delighted. Loud wailing cries resounded through the cabin, as much for the women's benefit as mine, and she began to buck underneath me like a virgin in heat. Hands pulled at me and nails dug into my flesh, but I remained hunched over my prey, fucking her as hard as I could, for once intent on shooting the lot.
It didn't take me long. Both of us soared for a minute or so as my hot cream lashed her innards, pumping out of my overstrained cock in a splendid finale. When the last drop had been transferred, she was cooing like a dove and I felt like an empty toothpaste tube. Still the other women wouldn't desist. In my limp condition I was unable to resist and they dragged me to the floor where half a dozen of them pounced on me, red, puckered lips diving for the pitiable red-raw dick draped over my left thigh. Weakly I asked them to give me a break but they were too busy fighting over my little bone to listen. I wondered why I was so weak. The amount of fucking I'd done the previous night should have made me tired but not to the point of death! The hostess explained it to me not longer after.
"All right girls, all right," she said, wading into the writhing heap of bodies and pulling them off me. "Leave the poor man alone now. He's more than done his best for you. My goodness, he laid all of us last night and then you wouldn't leave him alone, raping him while he was top drunk to defend himself, shame on you! Go on now, let him take a breather."
"Only a breather?" I croaked. "I'm going to take How many times did you make me blow last night?"
"Who remembers!" chortled one of the ladies. "We were all pissed as newts!" "What?"
"She means we were all very intoxicated," explained the hostess. "Come here and lie down, the girls will leave you alone until you're ready again. Just rest now. We're going to have such a nice day, just the eleven of us, aren't we girls? You'll be treated just like a sultan."
"Oh no!" I said, staggering to my feet. "I'm going to take a shower in my own cabin and then I intend to sleep. Good morning ladies, till we meet again."
I felt like a senior citizen putting on my clothes. They had overdone it with my body during that drunken orgy, that was for sure. If anyone breathed the word s-e-x to me for the next week I would punch them, I vowed as I walked out of the cunt-saturated cabin into the fresh sea air. My cabin was only a hundred feet down the aisle but it felt like a mile. Everything was in motion, moving too fast for my eyes to keep with it. Only by dint of will power did I manage it. I opened the door to the cabin with a sigh of relief, already savoring the feel of a cold shower and cool sheets, privacy, celibacy! Before anything, I locked the door properly and only then did I turn around to start taking my clothes off. Just as I lowered my pants, my eyes strayed to my bunk and perceived a large bulge under the covers.
My heart sank. Who was it this time? Wendy, or Donna, or perhaps Dottie? Please God, I said in my mind, let it be an illusion, or someone who's lost his way! I stepped out of the pants and walked over to the side of the bed to pull the covers back-it was Mrs. Miller!
"So there you are, you naughty boy," she yawned, sitting up in bed and stretching uninhibitedly, even though she had on nothing and her large, full breasts were bound to knock my eyes out. "I thought you might come back late but not this late. What time is it ... my goodness, eleven in the morning? That's shocking. And look at you, completely exhausted. Oh well, no use my staying around here then."
She got out of bed, in no way perturbed, and began to reach for her bra when I stopped her. How beautiful she was! If I'd done twice the amount of fucking in half the time and at gun point, my body would have rallied in appreciation of such pulchritude. Her tits were large and startling white against the light tan, just as her hips were large and white compared to her browned midriff. She was an hourglass, voluptuous and smooth, dark pink nipples and a dark bush of hair that grew with a shameless luxuriance up to an inch or so below her belly button. When my hand gripped her wrist, she looked up at me with faint surprise in her clear blue eyes, but she retracted the gesture and sat back down on my bunk.
"Well, what do you plan to do?" she asked, her voice so calm and easy with that burr of sensuality caressing my ears. "You're in no condition for anything but sedation ... to judge by your ghastly pallor."
"Don't go, Mrs. Miller," I said urgently. "Just let me take a shower and we'll have some coffee together and then I'll show you what I have in mind. I've been wanting to make love with you for so long that it'd be cruel of you to leave me now."
"There's always later," she said gently. "We still have two months or more, you know."
"Well, if you have nothing to do for the rest of the day," I countered cleverly, "why not spend it here?"
"Touche," she said with a sigh, and sank back into the pillows.
I was in and out of the shower in no time flat and while I rubbed life into my body with a rough towel Mrs. Miller lay on the bed with the blankets drawn up over her waist and her eyes calmly resting on my person. When I was through she asked me to get her purse, from which she took a tube of ointment.
"It looks very red indeed," she said, taking my limp dick in one hand and squeezing a thin roll of ointment onto it with the other. "This ought to help it's recovery." Her slender fingers smeared the clear goo about and then massaged it deep into the skin, cooling it so that the hot ache was subdued. When it had all been absorbed she repeated the process unhurriedly and if I'd been able to get hard at that point I would have shot my bolt halfway through. It felt delicious to have her squeezing and kneading my cock that way, especially since she was so objective about it. She might have been my mother patching a cut knee up with a band-aid. I came a little closer, hoping she'd take the shiny dangler into her mouth, but Mrs. Miller just smiled, patted the glans, and handed me the ointment tube to put away. I blushed. Of course that had been the wrong move to make. She hadn't come here to please me but to be pleased! I'd confused the roles for a moment and I hurried to reassure her that I understood what she had in mind.
I crouched down by the side of the bed and brought my face down over her large tits, so full and relaxed, slipping toward her armpits voluptuously, nipples soft and big like pacifiers. The tip of my tongue curled about them, one at a time and slowly, testing her reactions. Her hands ran briefly through my hair in a gesture of approval and I sucked one nipple into my mouth till it lodged tightly between my teeth. With a sharp sucking motion I caused it to bob back and forth, chafing against the cutting edges of my teeth in the process. Mrs. Miller loved that Later I found she loved everything, but for the moment I was pleased to have stumbled upon her weak Next my hands came up and covered her tits to squeeze them in time with the hard suckling, chafing and licking administered by my mouth. Mrs. Miller shifted about restlessly and the blankets edged their way down her body to make more of her flesh available to me. But I was cool-headed about it all. The excess of sex had only two effects on me at that point: I couldn't get hard and I could be patient. I was determined to love Mrs. Miller in a way that would make her forget I even had a cock, or that a cock was essential to the workings of sex. My mouth and fingers would do it all. That effect couldn't be achieved by rudely fingering her twat and giving her hickies on her tits, no sir! I would have to be cunning, premeditated, and lucid!
I stuck to her tits like a leech until she moaned desperately for some attention to be paid to her other parts. "My tits are very sensitive, darling," she panted, "and you know just how to treat them, but I need you all over now, all over! Oh yes, that's better! My God, Jim, it's as though I'm on fire!"
"I'll fight it for you," I said bravely, and abandoned her tits for the nether regions. My tongue stroked its way down her firm belly, lolling about her navel for a minute or so, just to tease her some more. Then, as it reached the outskirts of her pubic bush, I amused myself by tugging at her hairs with my lips while my nostrils opened wide to inhale the piquant, arousing scent of her pussy. I saw it clearly now, chubby labia that seemed to fill the entire space between her thighs, all covered in that dark luxuriant growth of hair which was so deceptively dry to the touch. My lips plucked onward, following the abrupt inward curve of her pussy, and Mrs. Miller tried to push me further down so she could get her right leg out of the ay of the action. She was trembling now but also a little impatient with my pace. That's what I wanted her to be. The more tension she felt the bigger the relief would be afterwards. I stayed on my knees by the side of the bed, one hand mauling her tits, the other toying with her thighs, and my face bent reverently over her bush to tug at the hairs and flex her sensitive skin.
"Come OONNNN!" she groaned, grabbing hold of my hair and twisting her body violently to force me to eat her pussy. "Don't make me SUFFER!" "Wait for it, wait for it," I said, grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her to release my hair. "I'm getting to it." She lay back to clutch at the blankets and her body undulated restlessly. I covered the tops of her soft thighs with kisses, circling about her pussy with all the stealth of a wolf ensuring its prey is ready to be pounced on. Only when it became clear she'd explode in anger if I didn't do something right away did I let her move her right leg out of the way, and then I eased my torso onto the bed to come to a dead stop face down in her cunt.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she half sighed, half cried. For a few minutes her body was still and I could eat my fill of her tasty, tender flesh, tasting the opulent juices flowing from the spring within, slathering my face with it, easing her Lips out of the way and slicking her pubic hair down all at the same time. My thumbs snuck into the act to hold her pussy wide open, so wide that the pink inner lips bulged outward and her hole opened right up before my eyes. I let the tip of my tongue run around the orifice, then nicked it up to bear down on the exposed and reddened clitoris. She drew her legs back and placed her feet flat on the bed to push up higher for me, supporting her ass with both hands and rolling her head from side to side slowly. I felt completely in my element now, like a fish flung back into the waters. With her pussy just about turning itself inside out, it was no trick to pleasure her profoundly. All I needed to do was keep my tongue moving about in her slit and Mrs. Miller did the rest.
Her first orgasm hit as suddenly as a hidden bomb. Bang! Off she went, writhing and squealing, sounding for all the world like a little girl as she rollicked through the upheaval. I didn't stop. Instead my face pressed even harder into the valley of her cunt and my tongue probed deep into her hole, withdrawing, extending, just like a cock, until she came once more with deep groans and more high squeals.
"A cigarette!" she said resolutely after she'd rested for a while, "If I don't have a cigarette right now I'm going to expire. Oh, Jimmie boy, the things you do to me!" She lit up and drew the smoke deep into her lungs, to expel it with a sigh of relief. "Aaaah, that's better. You don't smoke, eh? Too bad. It's so nice at a time like this."
"It would only spoil the taste in my mouth," I grinned, running my tongue along my lips. Mrs. Miller shivered suddenly and the smile went out of her eyes as her gaze became very intense. But then she took another puff at her cigarette.
"Ill make it quick," she said. "By the way, how's your friend?" She pointed at my lap, and we both inspected my dick. It was still far from well but it had become somewhat enlarged. It also throbbed most painfully when she touched it, because at once more blood poured into it reflexively. She saw the expression on my face and let the ailing member go. "That must have been quite an evening's entertainment," she said quietly. I shrugged and sat on the bed with my back up against the bulkhead, facing her. Our legs moved slightly so that my left foot was very near her pussy and hers rested up along my thigh. She moved a little closer to bring her wet and open pussy squarely up against my big toe and then wriggled to take it inside her. From where I was sitting that looked very sexy indeed. Her cunt was so wet that my toe slipped in as easily as a man might in a pool of quicksand. The parted labia let me take in the full loveliness of her organ and the way her pink flesh stretched to accommodate the fat digit. And then, as if that wasn't sexy enough, she began to move back and forth ever so slightly, at the same time caressing my balls with her We remained in that position for a long time. Even though it hurt me to do so, I just had to grab hold of my dick and tug at it manfully while enticing my imagination with the vision of pink, wet cunt flesh slipping up and down along my big toe. Mrs. Miller really became involved with the process of jerking off in this wise. She put her cigarette out and just lay back to move her pussy down over my toe persistently, fondling her big tits with both hands and biting her lower hp. And I half closed my eyes to take this whole scene in, in a defocused way so as not to overload my mind. One hand stroking along my rock-hard cock, the other caressing the foot that was stroking my balls, I lay there and watched Mrs. Miller aspire toward yet another climax. She came so easily after the first time, as if that one had set her on a higher plateau from which she was able to reach orgasm at will. Small ones made her shiver and cry out pitiably, middling ones had her squealing like a girl in pain, and big ones caused deep quakes in her body and made her double up to clutch at the back of my foot and draw it harder into her pussy. She didn't seem to notice how hard I was and how ready to fuck her, or if she did she was having enough fun without it. But the urge to screw her grew in me rapidly, and just as she was heading for another peak I drew my big toe out, flung myself on top of her and stuck my cock in as deep as it would go. Before it was all the way up her she was already off and running, groaning and writhing, ripping my back up with her long nails and fucking me back as hard as she could.
At last she slowed down and I began to fuck her with long, regular strokes. The pain was gone. In its place was a rigid numbness. Only the tip of my dick derived any physical pleasure from fucking her, the rest of it felt nothing. I didn't care. My body loved the feel of her body underneath it, and in my mind I kept telling myself that I'd finally made Mrs. Milled When I looked at her she aroused me even more. Her face showed the strain of her own passions, yet she was very beautiful. The long blonde hair clung in strands to her face and neck, her full lips were parted and the crow's feet at the sides of her eyes were more emphatic than ever. But those lines only indicated maturity, and the way she responded to everything I did made me want to do morel The only trouble was: I couldn't blow! My erection remained constant and true and my back gave me no problems, but even when I squeezed the cheeks of her ass together to put more pressure on my glans, I felt about as far from blowing as I did from the moon! The whole process became a mechanical one and Mrs. Miller began to sense it after countless body wracking orgasms.
"You can stop now if you want to," she said gently.
"No, no, I can make it!" It was as though I'd admitted defeat. At once my back began to ache, my cock burned with pain, and the sweat poured out of me like I was being squeezed! I couldn't make it. Even if Mrs. Miller hadn't come in the course of our lovemaking, I couldn't have. I sagged down on her and then slid off and rolled around to settle down on my back like a creature made of jelly. Only my cock remained hard and that only because it contracted against further torture.
But now Mrs. Miller took over and showed me what a little understanding can do. She slid down along my body until her face was level with my cock and, extending her tongue as far as it would go, began to lick my dick ever so subtly. She covered every part of it, did my balls over, and then came back up to my glans. It was very soothing but still a bit sore. She knew about that, too. The tip of her tongue slid across the flushed helmet of flesh and dug into the tiny slit on top for the duration. Her lips closed around the glans and her head remained perfectly still while her tongue toyed with that little opening, pushing at it and breathing on it to arouse new and delectable sensations.
No one had ever done that to me, not even Mary! It was like masturbating without hands. I did nothing at all yet everything was happening. My cock throbbed more forcefully, my balls seemed to swell, and the sight of her womanly body hunched over mine was enough to do the rest. Sperm welled up out of that little hole, thick, large drops of it which were all sucked out greedily by Mrs. Miller. Her fingernails titillated my balls to evoke more of the fluid and somehow she succeeded. With it went all the aches and pains and all of the frustrations, leaving me purged and utterly content.
Mrs. Miller lay beside me on the bunk, smoking languidly. We had nothing to say for several hours. Only after I'd fucked her with more style and conviction did we loosen up in the other's company. It was in the course of this conversation that she made me an interesting proposition.
"I take this cruise often," she said absently, watching the wisps of blue smoke drifting toward the bed lamp. "And the only reason I go on this long, boring boat ride is to find a man who can satisfy me. Now I've found one and if he will only agree to my plans I'll never have to subject myself to sea-borne tedium again."
"Plans?" I repeated, as though the word itself had value.
"I want you to stay with me for as long as you find me pleasurable," she said, direct now and gazing into my eyes. "You probably know that I am rich and that you would want for nothing during that time. You would be more than a gigolo, of course ... after all, I find you a very interesting person. However, I would insist on saving you the trouble of having to work for a living "It's tempting," I said after a long pause. And it was-very tempting! If Jack hadn't advised me against 'going steady I might have accepted at once. As it was, I had second, third, even fourth thoughts about it. We had a long way to go on this cruise and for all I knew we'd be tired of each other before it was even over; in which case I would have wasted valuable time on board this ship loaded with spare women! That alone made it too big a leap. Besides, there was no way she could force me to reach a decision before we returned to England. And what about "Tempting," I said again, searching for the right words. "However, I can't give you an answer until the ship docks in England, and until then I'd like you to regard me as a fling."
"I see." Again, no sign of anger or frustration in her eyes. She could well have been expecting that answer. "All right, if that's the way you want it, Jim. You try your luck and I'll try mine, and if neither of us wins we'll reconsider the matter."
Had she left my cabin then I would have at least had the security of knowing that she was upset. But no, she stayed with me till dinnertime, dined with me, and only after that did she retire to her own cabin. I was far from sure of myself that evening. The way it looked during grimmer moments was that I'd thrown away a million dollar opportunity!
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were half a dozen letters from Mary when we reached Honolulu. Everyone of them throbbed with desire and nostalgia, just as my letters to her had. It had been a long time between mails, and my sex life, though prodigious, had been shallow and unchallenging. Mrs. Miller had hardly spoken to me in the weeks that passed since our tryst. Aloof, desirable, self-controlled, she merely nodded when we saw each other on. deck, and exchanged meteorological comments over meals. As for Wendy and Donna, they seemed to have found true love in each other's arms. Only Dottie remained true to me-and that, in spite of a rather dirty trick I'd played on her. At the fancy dress ball I had only received a glimpse of Dottie's mother and that had been in the shadow of her husband. It wasn't till much later that saw her face to face. She knocked me out! Dottie was lovely, delightful, and lithe but she was a girl Her mother was lovely, delightful and lithe, and a woman! Her cheekbones were a little more accentuated than her daughter's and her eyes were bigger, as if her skin was more tautly stretched over her face. She had broad yet delicate shoulders and small breasts that were soft rather than firm. For the rest, she had the same narrow hips and protruding buns, the same long legs and the same graceful, slightly loping walk as her daughter. During lunch one day, just out of Panama, her large, unfathomable dark eyes rested on mine and conveyed a message that was startlingly clear: lonely! I looked around to find her husband. He sat at a table at the back of the hall with several women clustering around him. Her daughter was beside her but busy talking with a girl of her own age. That left mother with nothing to do but think about her problems-and I was the cure.
She got up from the table soon after and walked down the aisle without glancing my way. She had on a white, clinging skirt and a white sleeveless top that accentuated the darkness of her skin in a most sensual way, as well as making her long limbs look even longer. I watched her without trying to disguise my interest. For that moment, she was the only person alive in the dining hall. Her ass stuck out as if it was cocked up at me and the soft rolling motion of her buttocks made my cock throb and my eyes bulge. The very fact that she'd indicated her availability made me regard her with anticipation and lust. I waited a minute, then followed her. As expected, she was just outside the exit, leaning against the railing and gazing out at the horizon.
"You're Dottie's mother, aren't you?" I said conversationally, then almost bit my tongue at the obviousness of my remark.
"And you're Jim," she said, regarding me gravely, "I've been meaning to talk with you of late but I can never find you."
"What did you want to talk about now that you have me," I said. "The gym. I'd love to try out the facilities and to have you coach me or prescribe some plan of exercise for me. You see, I'm afraid I'm getting a little older every day and my husband pays less attention to me as a result ... so perhaps if I shaped up he would ship in." She said it casually, as if we were old friends. Of course, I was disappointed that she was concerned with her husband but faintly I heard opportunity knocking and so I invited her to come with me.
"It should be empty now. Most of the passengers like to take a siesta after lunch," I said professionally. She walked ahead of me and I wondered how her figure could possibly be improved on. Her dress was too tight to conceal any bulges if there were any, and her waist was as slender as a girl's. As I'd predicted, the gym was quite empty. I showed her through the exercising facilities, the calisthenics area, and finally the sauna.
"A sauna!" she cried, clapping her hands together. "Oh, how lovely! How come no one told me there were saunas on board ship? A sauna and a massage, bat's my idea of heaven. Is there a masseur, too?" "That's me," I said. She accepted this piece of news without flinching. "As a matter of fact, I give massages during the sauna. That way the muscles are ready for it."
"Oh, if only you knew how delightful that sounds to me," she said, her dark eyes open wide. "I wish I could take advantage of it right now, but I guess you have things to do."
"No, it so happens I'm free. If you need a towel you'll find a whole stack of them in the ladies' change room, and I'll get the sauna up to the right temperature for you in the meantime."
"Great!" She was off into the change room and I peeled off my uniform singlet and poured water over the rocks till the humidity inside the sauna was almost stifling. Memories of my first view of Donna came to mind, watching the blonde woman bring herself to satisfaction in this very cubicle. Was this lucky for me? I hoped so. The heat affected different people in different ways. It made Donna and me horny, but it might well put Dottie's mother to sleep.
"What's your name, by the way," I asked when she came into the cubicle barefoot, wearing only a long white towel around her body.
"Esther," she said, lying on her belly along the wooden bench. The towel covered her from just below her shoulders right down to her knees and she showed no inclination to lower it even for the sake of the massage. I kneaded her back for as long as I could through the towel but eventually I asked if she'd mind my uncovering her a little more. "All right," she said dubiously, "but mind how far you go."
"I'll mind." The sweat seeped out of her black skin in large droplets and my sweat splattered down over her to add to the deep sheen. My hands dug into her firm flesh and she squirmed whenever the pain got too much for her. The towel now revealed down to the small of her back and, when she squirmed far enough, I was granted quick glimpses of her small black breasts. I hungered to see more. The towel arched abruptly just below the part of her that was visible, curving up into the air to come back down as suddenly as it had gone up, and then melted away into her thighs. To get a better grip on her shoulders, I straddled her hips and leaned over-which was an ill-advised move on my part, because now my cock was in direct line with her concealed ass, and it wanted to dive right on in!
"Oooooohhh!" she sighed shudderingly. "If only you knew how nice that felt you'd never stop doing it to me. I just love to have my back and shoulders done that way! Oooh! Aaaaaaaah! Never mind about being tender with me, honey, you just give me what you got!"
"I'll need to bare more of you," I said while her resistance was low and she just nodded as though she'd agree to anything just to have the massage prolonged. I brushed the towel out of the way and exposed her buttocks to my lascivious gaze-round and firm, a bit bigger than her daughters and a bit sexier for it. Her dark skin was stretched so taut that there were lines of lighter color, faint but perceptible to the thorough going eye. She had her legs closed and so I couldn't see any further down than her cleavage, but that was enough for the time being. My cock butted at my trousers, wild to get out of there and into the sleek woman lying before me. Somehow I kept on massaging her shoulders, pulling her flesh and muscles back and digging my fingers in under her clavicle to distract her even further.
She must have felt the towel slide away from her ass yet she made no move to cover up. Both of us were sweating profusely, wet all over and finding it hard to breathe, and I was feeling dizzy to boot. My hands came down lower, working over and around her shoulder blades, down along her spine-and her full cheeks were within reach now, alluring me, promising to pleasure every sensory nerve in the palms of my hands. Esther lay still, breathing quickly. Now was the time to try my luck. I took hold of her hips first and pressed them inward till my hands slipped along her shining wet skin and came to rest squarely on her cheeks. I waited a second to see if she would react, but she seemed to accept it all as part of the massage.
I couldn't take it any longer; or rather, my cock couldn't. While one hand caressed and squeezed her ass the other hand undid my fly and released my hard-on from its confinement. It shot out like a jack-in-the-box and buried itself between her cheeks straight away. Still no reaction. I continued to massage her as my cock jabbed at her firm flesh. For some reason I expected her to realize what was going on and to get very angry with me. Yet she did the exact opposite. When my cock was too close to her asshole for comfort, she lifted her ass and parted her legs and I slipped into her pussy with a sigh of relief.
Somehow I managed to get my pants off without extracting my cock from her squelching pussy and from then on my naked body fused with hers, welded together by perspiration. It was hellishly hot in the cubicle and the air seared our lungs, yet we had to keep on going. She had lifted up slightly to let me cup her tits with both hands, and then the two of us remained in the one position with only my hips moving up and down. My cock slithered in and out of her with pounding, regular strokes, nothing fancy, just a plain all-out fuck to shove her from one intense, cramped orgasm to the next, and which dragged me up along the steep ascent to my own climax. It was a soundless fuck but for the exploding pockets of air trapped in our sweat, not unlike a grudge fuck where both people are out to prove something to the other. Or perhaps we had no choice but to fuck that way. The cubicle was too small to permit any amount of abandon-hot stones would have burned our asses! And the heat oppressed us into a tight little bundle of flesh, palpitating lustfully in this tropical climate, fucking in the jungle to the steady beat of the tom-tom. And when my sperm blurted deep into her dark recesses, I let out a bullish grunt and got off her, suddenly exhausted.
I checked to see if there was anyone around yet, and when I was sure the coast was clear she followed me out of the cubicle and into the shower. We got into that cubicle together, too, and this time faced each other. Then I turned on the cold water full blast! "Oh nooooo!" she yelled, trying to jump out of the cascade's way, but I grabbed hold of her and held her close to me as the freezing water splashed over our bodies and washed away the sweat, leaving goose bumps instead. "Let me go! Come on, Jim, this is no joke! Let me go, I'm dying!" she protested, struggling mightily.
"No, I can't do it," I said through chattering teeth. "This is all part of the treatment. My body contracted into itself to defend itself against the sudden cold, but I was more used to it than she was. And while we struggled my hands got hold of her ass again, that lovely round ass with the deep furrow and the magical orifices, and somehow, contrary to all the myths dealing with the efficacy of cold showers, I got hard again. I turned the shower up as far as it would go and then leaned her up against the cubicle wall, bending through my knees a little to get my dick level with her-and with a quick shove I brought my glans right into her cuntal valley. For a while we poked about trying to get this round peg into her round hole, but then she shook her head and bent over to reach for the taps. Not to turn the water off. Just to get support.
Once she was in position, it was easy. Her ass pointed up at me and all I had to do was hang on to her hips and shove my cock into the black pussy that bulged out from between her sinewy thighs. Water splashed all over us, blinding me and drowning out the rest of the world. Esther breathed in short gasps, turning her head a special way so as to get at the air before the water blocked it out. And as the fucking progressed she sank lower and lower to the ground, going down on her knees with me hunched over her like an attacking tiger, ramming my dick into her tight, contracted pussy and straining against the friction of her watery cunt. The lubricant was washed away as soon as it appeared, but that only intensified our pleasure. After a while I could only jiggle my cock around inside her while her cunt felt like a clenched fist, gripping me tighter and tighter till it literally squeezed my load from me! It was a wrenching climax for both of us. I butted her so hard that her lead slammed against the side of the shower cubicle, but that didn't register till much later.
As we walked out of the gym, our hair wet and faces cleanly scrubbed, the first person we ran into was Dottie. She saw the truth of the situation at once and burst into tears. At which her mother looked at me again and also realized the full story. "You didn't!" she hissed. "Did you?"
"Well ..." I couldn't find the right words so I just nodded. For a moment I thought she'd attack me tooth and nail but then she turned on her heel and walked away. The same night Dottie came to visit me and demanded an explanation.
"Did you make love to my mother?" She sat on my bed looking for all the world like the Black Avenger. "I did," I said calmly.
"Oh ..." Now it was her turn to search for words. "But how could you have after what you and I ... do you like her better than me?" "I like you both very much."
"But do you like me better!" She shouted it at me as if to say I'd better prefer her or she'd kill me.
"But of course," I shrugged to make it seem like her question was unnecessary.
"Good," she sighed, and crawled into my bed.
Honolulu was lovely, just like the travel folders said. I went ashore alone, intending only to get a few souvenirs to send to Mary and maybe take in a couple of movies. The women swarmed off the ship in search of more thrills, eager for beach bums in moonlight and surfing seducers and large Hawaiian men. I just wanted to relax. But Jack the assistant purser caught up with me and changed my mind.
"There's a brothel on the other side of town," he said as we walked off the pier and toward the cab stand, "that you have to visit. It's the best in the world, terrific women, terrific service."
"You must be joking!"
"Look, I know you've been making a pig of yourself with the ladies these past weeks," Jack said, unperturbed. "So have I. But I wouldn't miss out on a trip to this place, mate, not if my life depended on it."
"How good could it be?" I said mockingly.
"You ever had a Chinese woman?" he countered.
"No, but what the hell difference does that make?" We were in the cab now and he gave the driver the address in spite of my skepticism.
"Sexiest in the world, mate, no kidding." He spoke with authority, and in spite of my mood I began to listen more closely. "You wouldn't believe what they can do for you. This is a big occasion for me every year and you know something? After every one of these visits I feel like I'm starting off with a clean slate, sexually. But why don't you try for yourself You won't regret it, I can promise you that."
"Well ..." I couldn't think of any justification for not going, so I gave up and nodded. "But if you're putting me on, you're going to have trouble on your head," I told him. "This looks too much like a busman's holiday to me."
The house was fairly unassuming. It was set in a large, lush garden and the terrace that surrounded the house had been enclosed by vine-covered trellises. Jack and I walked up the driveway and rang the bell. A wizened old Chinese woman opened the door and the moment she spotted Jack she broke into a wide, toothless grin and hugged him with all her strength.
"That's Lynn," Jack explained. "The best blow job in the islands. She's old but she can blow men in half a minute if she wants to."
"I'd need to be drunk before I let her loose on my old pal," I said.
"Sure, sure," he said. We were inside a large room by this time, furnished only with long, plushly upholstered couches set against the walls. The old Chinese lady waddled out of the room and clapped her hands loudly three times at the foot of a stairway. A little while later the first of the girls came down. They were dressed as though they were about to go to church, which surprised me. Wearing the best of the Western fashions or cheong-sams, they trooped down the stairs and took their places in a long row on the couches, smiling or with their eyes cast down modestly. I had to give it to Jack, they were the loveliest women I'd seen in quite a while. Most of them were young and slender, their faces aristocratic and their hair ebony and long. But the one who appealed to me most was older than the rest and inclined toward dumpiness.
Jack chose the most beautiful of them all, a tall girl with an outstandingly large bosom, and the old mama-san clucked her tongue with approval. But when I pointed out my choice she opened her narrow eyes wide with surprise. "Her?" she croaked. "But she old!"
"Let me have her anyway," I said, holding out my hand to the girl. "What's your name, honey?"
"Phyllis," she said, and when I heard her voice knew my choice had been a good one. It was high-pitched but it was also confident, and the look in her cunning eyes supported that impression. Besides that, I found her body irresistible. She wore a cheong-sam with a high slit that left bare a good deal of her thigh, soft and fight brown with the intimation of her ass at the very top of the slit. Her breasts were small against the silk front, and she barely came up to my armpit when she stood next to me. Jack gave me a broad wink and disappeared with his woman. Phyllis led the way out of the room and into a small room that looked out over the garden through a tangle of vines. When she closed the door, it felt as though we'd walked into the Garden of Eden. The beams of sunlight were filtered by the profusion of greenery, and birds chirped blithely in the nearby shrubs and palms. The room itself was simple, just a low bed and a wash-stand, with a small table before the window and two chairs.
A soft knock, and a maid came in with a tray bearing tea and small cakes. She left at once, closed the door securely, and then Phyllis poured for me and watched as I drank and ate. She sat on the bed with her legs crossed, and if she'd arranged her garment to entice me she had certainly done a good job. When she leaned to one side to rest, one elbow on the pillow, her ass came forward and through the slit in her dress. It revealed more than just part of her cheek-I imagined I saw a tiny tuft of pubic hair as well! Of course, that might have been my imagination finding form in the subtle shadows but it was convincing enough to make me take a definite interest in her. Until then, I'd had in mind only a quickie, just to sample the exotic wares. Now it occurred to me there might be much more to be had.
She waited until I was finished with the tea and cakes, then rang a bell and the maid appeared to clear it all away. Again, there was silence. She stood up and turned around to let me unbutton her dress. It fell noiselessly to the floor and when she turned to face me I could only stare. Her tits were light brown, just as she was all over, and her nipples were dark and large. Her belly was smooth, her waist not very noticeable, and her thighs were just a little too full at the tops. But all of her fitted together to make up one utterly edible woman! There was just a thin line of hair between her legs, not nearly enough to hide the full slit of her pussy. She saw the glazed look in my eyes and did a coy pirouette for me, showing off her squeezable ass before she kneeled before me and undid my pants.
All she required of me was to lift my ass for her to take my pants off. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she took my half-hard cock into her mouth and began to massage it with her lips and tongue. I caressed her talcum-smooth shoulders, content to let her have her way for the time being. She was so soft and pliable, yet so resolute! Her lips quavered about my cock and her tongue lashed it all over to make me hard as stone. And with the same dedication she began to pump her lips up and down around my stem, licking and sucking at the same time, and she looked like she could keep it up forever. Her hands rubbed along my legs to locate sensitive areas where no one had ever found any-but she did! The ancient art of foot massage was brought to bear on my shaky system and when she'd wreaked havoc that way she slid her nails up the insides of my thighs to make me clutch at my chair for moral support. My cock started to reciprocate at that point, and every time she nodded downward I thrust upward, almost choking the poor girl. Even that didn't faze her. She kept taking the full length of me down her throat right up to the time that my sperm blew out of me and into her.
She led me over to the bed and lay down beside me within range of my roving hand. I understood that this wasn't so much an interval as a transition to the second phase. My palm closed around her pussy, so full between her thighs and almost bare. The ball of my thumb pressed hard into her clitoral area and the index dipped into the tender wet hole just below it, going all the way down. The Chinese girl nestled against my chest and wrapped one arm about my waist, resting as though it was my turn to play a solo. Everything was so quiet and fresh, so idyllic, that we both slipped into a soft trance as my finger rotated about inside her open pussy. My mind drifted but my body was right on target. Blood coursed into my cock with rare zeal, making me hard before I was aware of my desire to make love to her properly.
But just as I was about to roll over on top of her she mounted me! Her eyes told me to he back and enjoy it, this was my day of rest. Her oddly exciting little body positioned itself so that my cock made contact with the naked slit of her box and, holding it up with one hand, she moved her hips so that her pussy slid along my cock. Only her labia touched me, soft caresses of cunt that strengthened my cock and made me tremble with lust. She knew when to start and she knew when to stop. When I was on the verge of throwing her on the ground and raping her, she lifted slightly and pushed my dick back toward her hole. Then, with a charming little sigh of delight, she sat on me and took all of my eight inches into her body.
"Horse!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes as if to say I was too big for her. "We make horsey jig-a-jig, hah?"
"Sure, baby," I said, grabbing her by the waist to help her along. "Anything you say." Her accent was very thick, which explained why she was so laconic. She got into her stride at once, bobbing up and down over my dick and squealing prettily each time my knob bumped into her womb. As she moved her little tits jiggled up and down and from side to side to keep time, and her long black hair swished along her shoulders and eventually against my chest as she bent down over her work. Jack had been right, the women in this place knew how to take care of a man. Even though I tried to hold back my second ejaculation, to impress her, her cuntal contractions and the things her hands did to my body-proved too much for my resistance. I had to let go, just as one does when sleep overpowers the body and mind. That's precisely what Phyllis did. The lust she created in me grew and grew, canceling out all of my other faculties, displacing living tissue with concupiscence and pushing me deeper and deeper into that erotic trance. My hands released her hips and my arms fell limply by my side. She had conquered me, if only for the moment. That squashy little pussy turned and twisted over my cock vibrating and quavering inside to thrill me all the more, and her hair brushed along my face to fill my head with her delicate perfume. She worked on all of my senses at once but she drew the line at taking me all the way. It was as if she knew precisely when was due because at the stroke before the vinegar stroke she lifted off my dick and let it slap against my belly. I sat up, disturbed by this sudden turn of events, but she laid me out again by starting up the body-kiss.
What that entailed was for her to lie flush on top of me and to kiss her way down my throat, chest, nipples, belly, around my dick down to my thighs, calves feet, and then back up, meanwhile turning herself about so my eyes would always fall on one part or another of her delicious ass. I was dangling in the rarefied air of complete oblivion. What she was doing made sense to me and all that but it was all like a dream! Her soft lips and tongue aroused nerves I didn't know existed, building up my seething passion to within millimeters of culmination. But then she'd go to a less sensitive area of my body to ply that until I was on a level keel again and ready for another sally upward. At one stage she really let me go down until I was almost sane again, but even that was part of a plan. The moment she judged me ready for it she turned her back to me and inserted my throbbing dick into her pussy that way, to start fucking me while staring at my feet.
All I could see was her rounded, rather flat ass going up and down, with my cock appearing each ' time she lifted her ass. My hands came to rest on her I quivering cheeks, content at first to feel the movement of her flesh, but later I pulled her cheeks apart to get pressure from the top and bottom of her slithering hole. Later still, as my lust became even more imperative, my fingers gripped into her soft flesh and yanked her down each time she moved up, forcing my cock deeper into her pussy than it had been before. I wanted to teach her a lesson, to show her she couldn't conquer me! But, experienced as I was, she had the edge on me. She tightened her cunt and pounded down on me a bit harder, and suddenly I blew my wad. She pulled away quickly and went down on me to suck most of it up, and that completed the second phase. There was more to come, I could tell that by the ay she stayed down on me. A half an hour went by and still she didn't take her mouth off my limp cock. Restlessly her tongue and lips stimulated and titillated me till at last the blood pulsed back into it. I lay still, listening to the birds in the trees outside. A voice cut through the tranquility of the world, a voice so familiar that I couldn't place it at first. It was egging someone on, exultant and desperate at once. Who the hell was it? My cock was rock hard in Phyllis' mouth but I paid no attention. I had to place that voice!
"Tell me, Phyllis," I said, pulling her away from my member, "is there any way to look in on the other customers?" As I asked, I brandished a twenty dollar note before her eyes. She thought for a second, then nodded and motioned me to follow her. A panel in the wall slid away when she pressed a secret button and another little panel moved out of the way in the other wall to give us an untrammelled view of the next room. A woman came into view, blonde and tall, laying flat on her back and with her mouth open to make all those varied, familiar sounds. Two young Chinese girls were upon her, sucking at her tits and box. At first I couldn't see her face but that was no reason not to recognize her. It was so close to me that I felt as though I was reading the paper with the print a quarter inch from my eyes. Then one of the girls moved over to help her friend, and I saw her face.
"Mrs. Miller!" I exclaimed. Phyllis motioned me to be quiet, and together we watched as the two oriental girls plied the blonde with every arrow in their quiver. Dildos, vibrators, sharp little branches, feathers, thorny roses, and, of course, fingers and mouths were deployed to bring Mrs. Miller from one plane of pleasure up to the next. Then a third girl came in, younger than the other two and hairless, whose job it was to sit on Mrs. Miller's face. Was this the Mrs. Money I knew? She writhed the same way, she yelled the same, so I had to accept the fact that was indeed her. But what was such a thoroughly heterosexual woman doing in a Chinese brothel in Honolulu? With three girls on top of her!
Phyllis went back down on me to complete the process of blowing, and this time I made it very easy for her. Watching the tall blonde take her licks from the three delicate girls was enough to make me want to fuck a knot hole. Phyllis' warm, wet mouth was much more amenable than that, and so I delivered plenty.
CHAPTER NINE
Every time I saw Mrs. Miller on deck, I saw her as she'd been that day in Honolulu, buried under small oriental girls. The image never failed to arouse me- there she was, flat on her back, like a bitch giving suck to her puppies; a mother getting hot and wet from her babies sucking at her tits; or the sex demon in all women that very few men ever get to know about; they only fear it. What a woman she was! What passions, what bottomless lust! I wanted to take her to bed again and do for her what those three girls had done, lick her all over and drink in her juices and wean myself till she clamored for me to stop! Mrs. Miller, however, avoided me as much as possible, and the few times I managed to get her alone she refused me point blank. There was just no talking with her. I'd either hurt her feelings or she'd tired of me in my absence.
That was even more distracting. When the ship docked at Tokyo I couldn't be excited, not even by the bunch of letters from Mary awaiting me there. I browsed through them but it was just more expressions of eternal devotion and thwarted lust. How could I think about her when the earth mother herself was so near to me, yet so far away? I hadn't written a word to her either, and much as I resolved to sit down and get to it at once, I couldn't even do that.
"Are you going ashore, Jim?" It was Dottie, who was by this time also pretty annoyed with me for the curt treatment I meted out to her. She'd come to my bed faithfully every night, and I either fucked her or I didn't, according to my mood. I had tried to explain to her how things stood between us, that I really liked her a lot, but there's only one way to convince a woman and that way was blocked by the elusive Mrs. Miller.
"I don't know," I shrugged, trying to think up an apology. Donna and Wendy saved me the trouble.
"What's up with him?" Donna asked Dottie, on whom she'd had her eye for a long time. "He looks like a bear with a burr in his bum."
"He's just a grouch," Dottie said.
"Well, never mind about him, my dear," said Donna, taking her by the arm and leading her away from me, "you come ashore with Wendy and me and we'll have a good time while he sulks."
"Great idea," said Dottie spitefully. Wendy gave me a sardonic look and a wave, and the three of them disappeared. I made myself a cup of coffee and looked out through the scuttle at Tokyo. Would I be so dumb as to miss out on that city's world-renowned delights? No sir! Mrs. Miller might have my halls but not my cock! I drank the coffee down, changed into my civilian clothing, and stepped ashore with a vengeance. Jack had already provided me with a list of places that were a must for any sexually oriented tourist, and I took the first one. Instead of taking one of the million cabs swarming about the docks, I asked directions and walked. Life buzzed all about me, people working and hurrying, but I had nothing to do but lead the fife of a hedonist. I shouldn't mope, I told myself. After all, Mrs. Miller isn't the only woman on board. Mary awaits my homecoming with beating heart!
By the time I reached the Geisha Club my spirits were high and I hardly remembered why I'd been in a bad mood to begin with. Young Japanese girls sat around small tables waiting for patrons, and when I chose this time, I picked the prettiest, youngest one of them all. Older women might know what it's all about, I reflected as I followed the kimono-clad girl into the bathing area, but a fresh young thing now and then reawakens the palate, so to speak.
And she was young. The madam even came up before we went into the private bath and whispered for me to be nice to her because she was still inexperienced. Then the door closed and we were alone, standing by the side of a large, sunken tub filled with steaming hot water. The girl started to undress me at once and if she was inexperienced that only showed through the perfunctory way she had of dealing with me. The clothes were neatly folded and all that, but to be undressed by her was like being undressed by your mother when you're a kid. No expression showed in her face or her eyes. She took off her kimono, which left her wearing only a white bikini. Without looking me in the eye, she motioned for me to get into the tub. I complied, lowering myself into the hot water very carefully. It came up to my neck, soothing and relaxing every nerve in my body and making me quite drowsy. But not drowsy enough to let the girl get away with keeping her bikini on. "Let's take it off," I said, helpfully reaching for her bikini bottom. She dodged my hand quickly, too quickly, with fear in her eyes. Then she recovered herself, shook her head, and said: "No, me wash you first, then take off clothes." "All right," I said, turning my back to her as if I was dumb enough to fall for it. She took a long bath brush and soaped it up to start lathering me up. This girl was a rank amateur! When she was off guard I reached behind me and grabbed her by the knees to tip her over my head into the hot water. She squealed and floundered for a moment, recovered in a hurry and tried to get out of the water as fast as a cat would have. I held her back with one arm and, with the other undid her bra and then pulled her panties off. Through the shimmering surface of the water I could make her body out quite plainly now, girlish, small breasted, much like Phyllis' only firmer and more slender.
The girl seemed to remember it was her job to be molested by foreign white devils, and suddenly she became like putty in my hands. That didn't please me either. I lifted myself up on the edge of the bath and helped her out to get a better look at her. She blushed as my eves took in her firm little tits with the small dark nipples, and the thin strip of threadlike black hair running down her pubic bone, the softness of her thighs as they spread out over the cold tiles when she sat down beside me. "Beautiful," I said, "just beautiful."
"You like?" She cheered up at that little compliment and actually started to scrub my back for me. My nerves stood on end when those firm bristles rubbed against my skin and the blood coursed all the more rapidly through my veins. I leaned forward and let her go at it for as long as she wanted to. Only when it felt as though my skin was peeling off did I suggest she do the rest of me.
I stood up before her with an erect cock, and when she faced me the tip of it was awfully close to her mouth yet she wouldn't bite! That vexed me. What the hell did they give me such a green girl for? I wanted a discount. But then the brush, laden with soap and hot water, caressed my belly and a brand new idea lit up in my head. I could do her and my self a big favor by making it imperative for her to get involved.
She soaped me all over in her perfunctory, uninteresting way, and then invited me to get back into the water. I rinsed myself off while she sat on the edge and let her legs soak, waiting for me to demand my sexual satisfaction. The brush lay beside her and when I picked it up she looked surprised and made to take it back. But I hushed her with a gesture and began to run the tip of the bristles along her little tits. I was very careful not to apply too much pressure, just a tease around her nipples to give her a taste of what I could do for her. It took her a while to catch on to what was going on, but as the bristles proceeded down her belly and pried about at the top of her cunt slit she began to get the message very clearly.
I could see she was reluctant to let go; in fact she was a little put out by my taking the initiative. At the same time, her body responded to the fiendish tickling meted out by the carefully applied brush, and pretty soon it was a toss up as to which way she'd go. I ran the brush a little lower down so it rubbed along her pussy and stray bristles pushed in between her plump lips to touch down on her clit. That did it. She surrendered at once. Her hands moved back behind her so she could lean back comfortably and her legs parted widely to let me have my way. I just dangled off the edge of the tub and let the brush do it's wonders.
Much as she liked to have her pussy brushed I didn't stay down there for long. I didn't want to spoil her right away, or she'd take it all for granted. Instead the brush ran along the insides of her thighs and around and about her belly to provide her with more indirect stimuli. She didn't seem to know the difference. Her reserve had disappeared and in its stead I saw a woman of passion whose body was rapidly coming to the boil. The brush went back to her tits to scrub her nipples and the girl started to emit high-pitched sounds of delight. Her legs wrapped themselves about my neck and drew me closer so that her fleshy, bare pussy was suddenly pressing hard against my lips. At once my tongue shot out and started to dig into her fleshy split while the brush went on with its nipple massage.
"So good!" she groaned, wriggling her ass so her pussy pushed harder into my face. "You make me feel so good! Harder now, harder!" I brushed and sucked harder and she helped by making small, tense fucking motions with her hips so that her clit rode into my nose regularly and my tongue dipped in and out of her brimming hole without me moving an inch. I was so hard by this time that my cock kept butting into the side of the bath looking for a hole to fill.
Suddenly she broke away and got down on all fours with her ass staring me in the face. Her pussy looked like a swollen purse with a split in the middle from that angle, and her meaning was clear. I ran the brush up and down her cuntal slit until she started to convulse and scream so violently that I thought I'd get thrown out of the place. No one came to check, though, they apparently adhered to a very liberal policy on such matters. The girl rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide so that her cunt opened itself unto me like Sesame. "Come, John!" she sighed, using the name most commonly given to white men. "Make big love to me!"
I climbed out of the bath and lay on top of her to cover her body with mine, and then I shoved my cock right in between those full lips of hers. She embraced me with her arms and legs, and her face pressed into my neck as she surrendered her body to me. I fucked her in a fever, delighted by the way her cunt fitted snugly about my reaming dick and how she wriggled and squealed underneath me. Gone was that professional mask of cold acquiescence. I had awakened her deepest emotions.
Even though the floor was made of cold stone she didn't protest or try to wriggle out of the way. She took the pounding I dealt her, and that spurred me on to justify myself even more. A short while ago she'd been green and girlish, now she was a woman. Her orgasms rippled through her body like music through a harp and her silvery voice moaned melodies into my ear. She was the essence of eroticism to me at that moment. Wherever our bodies touched, the hot fires of lust roared. And when her small hands roved too far down along my back, and happened to touch my asshole, it gave me such a fillip that I released my load and blew it way down into her cunt. When I rolled off her I felt as satisfied as it's possible to be.
She rolled my inert body into the bath and followed me in to wash me once more and frolic a little. I indicated that we might continue our romance on dry land and immediately she hopped out of the bath and took up one of the long towels piled up nearby, to dry me all over and to wrap me in a fresh one. Doing the same for herself, she then led me into an adjoining room which boasted a bed, and there she made me comfortable. I felt somewhat dozy after the hot bath and the intense lovemaking we had behind us, so I stretched out and closed my eyes. The girl expected no more from me. Her nimble hands moved the towel out of the way and she kneeled between my legs to take my cock between both her hands to lift it as though it was a growing flower. A flower it wasn't, but it was certainly growing. She bent down a little further so that her extended tongue touched the tip of my knob and licked it slowly, her tongue twisting around the knob until the blood rushed back into the erectile tissue in a hurry. I just lay there, dreaming, enjoying myself. Her tongue rubbed along my glans and then down to the base of my dick, moving up and down faster and faster till her tongue slithered along the taut skin like an erotic blur. Her hands busied themselves with my balls and thighs to arouse the sensitive parts of me all the more.
My thoughts wandered to Mrs. Appleby who was certainly this girl's equal in the mouth department She'd visited me regularly, always with the ready cash in hand which was always transferred to my piggy bank. She was a good old sort, that Mrs. Appleby, I reflected. How many women were there in the world who'd be content with what I gave her? There were millions of men dying to get blown with no one to do it for them, yet Mrs. Appleby was paying me to do me that favor. And some of that money had been spent on this delicious Japanese girl so she would suck me off. Life was full of paradoxes. What if I was to give Mrs. Appleby a chance to reveal all of her talents to me? My mind boggled at the very idea. If she was so happy to blow me, what else couldn't she be happy at?
But for the moment, my Japanese companion distracted me too much to go deeper into that notion She was using her teeth now, closing them over my cock and touching down ever so lightly underneath the awning of flesh to set off a million tiny impulses that rushed into my blood and made me shiver all over. Subtle, quick and effective, her mouth moved down over my cock, nibbling and licking, until it disappeared into her face. She was as capacious as Mrs. Appleby, too. As her mouth and throat muscles worked my cock over, I felt my whole body bunching into itself to gather its forces for the big showdown. The girl sensed it because she bobbed her head up and down over my cock with increasing speed, just as I'd have fucked her faster if she was near her climax. I gave in, abandoned myself to it all, and just let the sperm blurt out of my excited member.
We bowed to each other just before I left the club, like two samurais who've learned to respect each other, and then I walked out into the hectic Ginza still pondering the Appleby question. Why had she entered my thoughts so abruptly, and why should I think about her at all? Up to that point, she'd been like a vacuum cleaner or a part-time job-just there. But now I began to wonder what it would be like to actually treat her like a woman and sleep with her for a whole night. She wasn't so bad looking, jolly and dumpy, with a cunt that a man could make himself a home in and tits that served all sorts of purposes. I could watch her lick herself into submission or I could jerk off between them or just nestle up in them and fall asleep. I might have tried the experiment out right away but the first person I saw when I got back on board that evening was Mrs. Miller whose attitude toward me had undergone a drastic change.
"Come to my cabin tonight, darling," she whispered, "and we'll talk about the future in our own unique fashion."
"Let's talk about it now," I said. 'There's nothing else on my agenda for the day."
"All the better," she said. I followed her through the narrow passageway toward her cabin, and this should have been an exciting moment for me. Yet my mind stuck to Mrs. Appleby. I recalled that first, violent fuck we'd had, her willingness to go along with anything I wanted, and the passionate way in which she flung herself into every act.
"I was quite hurt," Mrs. Miller began. She had seated herself on the bed, legs crossed so that her wide skirt was high up her thighs. I chose to sit in an easy chair facing her until I'd heard what she had to say. "Very few men have rejected me before this and when you said you wanted more time to think about the matter, it was as though someone hit me over the head with a sledgehammer."
"Strange," I commented. "You looked as though nothing had happened."
"Merely self-control, darling," she smiled wryly. "I was ready to throttle you at that moment. However, once my dejection passed I decided to forget all about you and to find a replacement for you as quickly as possible. This led me into a veritable minefield of sexuality and even now I'm not at all sure i I've come through in one piece."
"I don't think I understand ..."
"In simpler terms, darling, I tried everything to forget you. I slept with the captain and his crew, I took two men on at once, and even allowed myself to be seduced by your colleague Donna and her little friend. But nothing worked."
"Not even when you took on those three girls in Honolulu?"
"How did you know about that?" She blanched aw stared at me fixedly until I'd told her the whole story. "I see," she said at the end. "Well, if that proves nothing else, at least it establishes beyond a shadow a doubt that this world is a small one. No, that didn't work either. I can't deny that all of my experiences had their pleasurable aspects, but all of it was nothing in comparison to what the two of us managed to whip up. What I'm trying to say, Jim, is that I want you, I need you, and I'll make your life a heaven on earth if you'll only stay with me."
Ever since Honolulu I'd hoped to hear her say just those words. But now it made no difference to me. I was disappointed that she'd visited that brothel just out of curiosity or to get revenge or whatever. That natural, earth-mother sexuality had been displaced by a vision of middle-aged lust. And, since the Japanese girl had taken care of my libido in every conceivable way, it took very little will power to take my leave of Mrs. Miller.
"I'm still thinking about it," I told her, "and I'm not saying that just to hurt your feelings. It's the truth. I need to be sure before committing myself in all seriousness."
"Yes, I suppose you must," she muttered, turning away sharply so I wouldn't see her anger. "But try to keep in mind that patience isn't one of my virtues."
Since Mrs. Appleby continued to come by regularly for her spot of fun I didn't do anything to change our arrangement, even though my fondness for her grew daily. Instead I roamed far and wide over the ship to make sure I'd sampled the best women available to me. And in between those excursions were the ports. Hong Kong, Singapore, Fiji all went by in the same dreamlike way as past weeks and events had slipped through me. Only when we reached Sydney, Australia, did things get drastic enough to register with me.
It began with a letter from Mary. She noted my silence of the past weeks and took this to mean that my love for her had expired. Then she went on to say that she was glad of it because that made it much easier for her to tell me what she had to say. She'd found another man who treated her as well, if not better, than I'd done, and they intended to get married very soon, probably before I got back. She wished me luck in the future and expressed the wish that I would never come by to see her again.
My indifference surprised me. It was as though after so many months her image had evaporated. I put her letter aside and continued to get ready to go ashore. Halfway through, Donna came into the cabin and the seriousness of her expression made me stop to hear what she had to say.
"I'm leaving the ship, Jim," she said in a semi-whisper. "Wendy's getting off here and so am I. I don't want to live without her."
"I see," I said thoughtfully. 'Well, I'm sure you've thought about it so I won't argue with you. Is there anything you want me to do?"
"No, I just wanted to tell you so you won't be put out when the ship leaves again."
"Wait for me a minute and I'll go ashore with you," I said. "That is, if you want to talk about it some more."
"There's nothing to be said," she shrugged. Then, smiling wanly, she kissed me on the cheek and left My equanimity held out effortlessly. I was far too preoccupied with my own problems to worry about anyone else. Dottie stopped by a minute later to say she and her parents would be taking the plane back to England because her father had to get back to his job in a hurry. Still I held out. But then Mrs. Appleby came in with tears in her eyes and announced she was disembarking, too, and that we would probably never see each other again.
"Why are you leaving now?" I asked. "I thought you were going for the complete round trip?"
"My husband cabled me to get off the boat here," she sobbed, "and I have to take an apartment and wait till he gets here. Then we're going to tour the Great Barrier Reef. Oh, Jim, I'm so unhappy! I wanted so much to stay on the boat with you and go on seeing you! What can I do?"
"Nothing," I said, trying to think fast. What the hell, with everyone leaving the ship, why should I stay on? Only Mrs. Miller and a heap of acquaintances were left, and I didn't want to know about any of them. "When are you expecting your husband?"
"In about two weeks' time." She wiped her nose and dried her eyes and I saw the light of lust being kindled in her mind. "Why don't you come stay with me for that time, Jim? We would have such a lovely holiday together, you and I? My husband is very rich and he likes for me to be happy and enjoy myself."
"But what would happen when he arrived?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'd get you a little place of your own nearby and whenever he's out for business we'd see each other. Don't you think that would be fun?" She was avid now and anxious, but in a different way from Mrs. Miller's proposition. Mrs. Appleby was right to the point but naive, innocent lust, an older woman looking at a young man with real desire and no expectations. Who could give me a better time than Mrs. Appleby? She wouldn't be waiting for me to screw her into an orgasm the way Mrs. Miller would. And she wouldn't treat me like a lap dog at the first opportunity.
"I don't know...." I said hesitantly, but that was all the encouragement Mrs. Appleby needed. She rushed me and knocked me down on the bed, and before I knew what was happening she had my pants down around my ankles and was sucking at my cock as though she meant to eat it whole. In between licking and sighing, she told me how happy she would make me and how I would want for nothing for the rest of my days. I felt slightly uncomfortable about the whole deal but the blood had already left my brain to pump up my dick and so I let the matter slide.
"Take your clothes off, Mrs. Appleby," I said, and she obeyed at once, tugging at her clothes impatiently while she continued to regale my cock with her abrasive tongue. I watched with special care as her nakedness emerged, wanting to make sure hers was a body I could like for a period of time. Plump and sweet was her flesh, round and inviting, with big tits and big cheeks, and a pussy of very generous proportions. I made her lie with her legs apart while she blew me, and with her pussy staring me in the face. That, after all, was her salient part, the part that would decide me one way or the other. A lazy finger trailed about the flesh fig, moving the hairs out of the way and picking at the slit until her lips were apart and revealed the ragged, pink flesh beneath. Lovely, just lovely. I moved a little closer and gazed deep into her pussy, taking in every detail-the way her outer lips were swollen and cleft and the way her inner flesh formed a central ridge that suddenly looped to make the entrance to her body all the more inviting. And then, just below her pink hole, the puckered, indrawn flesh of her tight asshole, stretched almost horizontal by the far-flung position of her legs, and beyond that flesh, flesh, and more flesh! She was like a big pudding that a man could dive into and wallow in for the rest of his days.
Oh God, I wanted her! I wanted to eat and smell and fuck and suck her so much that my mouth watered and my palms itched. She had her lips wrapped about the base of my dick and was doing it more than justice, so all I could do was press my face into her big mickey and drink down her juices with gusto. We remained locked in this mouth-to-organ embrace until neither of us could take it any longer. Then we broke and with flushed faces hurried into the missionary position. She was like a spongy, yielding mattress beneath me as her pudgy hand guided my cock into her silken maw, and as the shaft sank down into the wet sleeve, she let out a deep, heartfelt sigh of pure pleasure. "This is beautiful!" she whispered, hugging me fiercely and nipping at my earlobe. "I knew one day you would want me!" "Yes, yes," I said, unwilling to think up more expressive phrases. All I knew was that my dick was buried in dense flesh that quavered and thrilled all about it and made me feel like an extension of that tone sensitive rod.
The wildest impulses shivered through my body, urges to fuck her into the ground, yens to make long, tender love to her, and notions of just lying still inside her so that her pussy could massage me and my cock into oblivion. At the same time, I kept stroking away as regularly as an oarsman, in and out to the hilt and knob because that's what she really wanted. As long as I maintained that motion, she made her own fun. I was just the basic requirement. For the rest she whimpered and screamed according to the rhythm of her climaxes which came as rapidly as bofors fire.
It was a little like operating the pedal of an old church organ while someone else played it. So she was having her fun and I was having mine. At least with Dottie and Wendy, I had been the prime mover and the conductor. Mrs. Appleby had demoted me, and as our fuck progressed so did my resentment.
Her orgasms came too easily and too frequently. A dildo would have made her come just as much, I wanted to make her do something that she hadn't done before-but what the hell could that be? While she was going through a particularly turbulent phase of her ecstasy I slipped my cock out of her cunt, widened the gap between her big cheeks, and rammed it up her asshole. She didn't even break stride! Back or front it was all sex to her. I fucked her as hard as I could, ripping her ass up with my hard and angled strokes. She kept on moaning and whimpering, and clutching me between her strong arms. At this point I started to feel like Ahab on the white whale. I sweated and struggled, ramming my dick into her and shoving four bunched fingers up her cunt for extra pressure. She was sloppy with juice and distended so far it felt like her cunt was yawning. I bit her nipples and pulled at her hair, fingered her clitoris till my joints felt rheumatic, and still she kept on with her bovine orgasms. I began to feel small ... alarmingly small.
Suddenly I pulled out altogether and jumped off her. Without questioning that she shoved her own fingers up her box and worked her pubic bone against her own hand, jigging up and down so that her tits slopped about like milk in plastic bags. I stood by the side of her and whacked off over her face in time with her self-manipulations. She was like a dogged, brute force released and not to be stopped. Groaning and hissing, her breath rattling through her throat, she dug her hand into her wide-open pussy and pinched her nipples. I rubbed my cock back to full hardness and watched her cunt as it moved up and down and from side to side like she was getting fucked by an invisible man.
Only when my sperm arched through the air and landed on her eyes and forehead did she change pace. Then she shrieked and bent forward in a cramp to finger herself even more furiously, the cream dripping down her eyes and cheeks and more dropping into her hair. She was jubilant and I was pleased. I had done it. I had given her an extra thrill that was all mine and not related to anyone else. Mrs. Appleby went limp for a moment but then she was up and hugging me, kissing me all over and making promises that I knew she could keep.
I hadn't actually quit my job, just forgotten about it for the time being. Way in the back of my mind there existed a germ of doubt. And since the ship would be laid up in Sydney for ten days, a time during which my presence wouldn't be required on board, I was able to go along with Mrs. Appleby's schemes for as far as she wanted me to.
She rented a plush apartment over looking the blue Sydney Harbor and installed me like a special fixture. I was given every consideration. My own room, my own stereo, TV, and whatever else took my fancy. During the day she had to go out to arrange things for her husband and their upcoming trip, and all I had to do was lie about the house and amuse myself. My lot was enviable by any standard, and yet three or four days of it was enough to make me discontented.
Before moving in with her, I'd had Mrs. Appleby at my disposal. If I wanted to get blown or make some money I'd whistle and she'd come trotting over like a fine happy, plump dog, tongue hanging out, bills in her paws. But now she was in charge, and it seemed as though she was paying me back in kind. I didn't think there was any conscious sense of taking revenge on me or anything like that, but on the fourth day I got the distinct impression that scores were being settled left and right.
She came home on that day looking bushed from the heat and the running around she'd had to do. Kicking off her shoes she asked me to make her a cold drink, and then she fell back onto the couch with a deep sigh. "Come sit with me, my dear," she said, patting the place beside her, "and make your mummy feel good."
"Sure." I handed her the drink and lifted her legs to sit down under them. She had on a conservatively cut suit complete with stockings and girdle, the kind that holds both buttocks in a single mold. Knowing how susceptible she was to caresses below the navel I began to stroke the insides of her thighs just above her stocking tops, and she sighed again with a smile of approval.
"That's nice, yes, keep that up," she said softly. She reached for the remote control device lying nearby and turned the television on. My hand kneaded her flesh all the way up to the smooth barrier of her corset and down again to the stocking tops, slowly, massaging life into her loins. She lay there with a quiet smile watching a game show, the very picture of contentment. The side of my hand pushed into the elastic crotch and she sighed the way a cat purrs, but it felt like nothing to me. I pushed harder and she spread her legs further, moving her crotch up and down slightly to get herself even more horny.
That seemed to satisfy her but I wanted more. In a way, her remoteness excited me, enough to get me hard anyway. One finger found the edge of her corset and pushed to get it out of way of her large pussy. The garment gave way most reluctantly and when one joint of that finger made contact with her pudgy, hairy box it held it there in a death knell. "How about taking that thing off, Rosa," I said, because we were on first name terms these days. "It's in the way."
"No, no," she said, her voice betraying the erotic strain she was under. "It's nice this way." Her eyes remained glued to the screen but I could tell she didn't know what was going on there. Her lips were wet and parted, and her large tits rose and fell like bellows. In spite of the barriers, that one finger got deeper into her box and located the wet flesh beneath the pelt. It stirred round and round and Rosa Appleby began to resemble a tomato. "Oh my God," she mumbled, clutching at her tits distractedly. "Oh that's lovely, just lovely. You can do that all day, Jim, I can't get enough."
"If you'd take that chastity jacket off I'd finger you all the better," I said, but she wouldn't hear of it. After a while of this I pushed her dress up out of the way and got my other hand into action. It took hold of her elastic crotch and tugged it one way while another finger of the other hand pushed its way into her sticky pussy. It was a strenuous way of doing it but Rosa loved it. Tufts of hair and a bulge of flesh appeared out of the side of her corset just above where my fingers disappeared into her body. They dug deeper, lodging themselves definitively into her hole and pulling at her to get more of her pussy out into the open.
She undid her jacket and wriggled out of it, then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her tits out of the large bra cups to bring them up to her mouth and suck both nipples at once. That aroused me even more. It was sort of like watching a guy suck his own cock, only it was far more plausible for Rosa since her tits were much bigger than most cocks. Her face beamed with pleasure as she licked and sucked at her hard nipples and squeezed her luxurious appendages. Now and then her head fell back and she gasped in air the way a whale does when it surfaces, and then she'd dive back to her nipples to bite at them and run her tongue along the perimeter of the aureolas. Not that my fingering was lost on her; far from it. But it was as though there was a split in her body. One half responded to her own mouth and the other half writhed under the impact of my digging, probing fingers. As for me, my lust grew by the second. Everything aroused me. Her sucking at her own tits, the fingers stuck in her box, the corset revealing part of her pussy, even the fact that she didn't want me to be anything more than a dildo to her!
I let go of her corset for a moment to undo my jeans and take them off so my cock could stand up and see what was going on. Then, drawing the mulish garment back with extra strength, I managed to uncover one whole labia, flushed and hairy with glistening droplets of whitish ooze towards the inside. And as my fingers dug further into her, the pink flesh caught the light now and then to further incite me.
While she wasn't looking I tugged hard at her corset and brought it down far enough to take away the pressure on her crotch. Then it was easy to get another finger into her pussy, but with three digits in I became greedy. The other hand kept on pulling until the corset was halfway down her plump hips, and since she hadn't protested I took it off the rest of the way. There she was again, in all her splendor, her dress rolled up around her waist, her bra undone now and hanging to one side, with her blouse crumpled under her and her pussy wide open, pink and drooling, begging for more attention.
Three fingers slipped in easily at this stage. At first it was just the tips but I became curious how far this fingering business could go before nature put a stop to it. Remembering movies of births, where a large head appeared out of that very same hole, I added a fourth finger and began to work the bunch into her.
slowly, distributing the juices and letting her cunt relax in its own time. Mrs. Appleby sounded like a cow in spring time. She huffed and soughed, sliding helplessly i about in a world of orgasms whenever I pushed her, and she brought one leg up over my head to rest on the back of the couch, while the other found support on the floor. The four fingers were inside her with the palm facing upward. Only the thumb was left out, and I felt sorry for it She cried out sharply when I tried to push my whole five fingers into her, but it wasn't a cry of refusal. Far from it. It was a jubilant cry which said: "AT LAST!" It was hard going at first. Her cunt seemed to have stretched to its limits, looking much like a mouth opening for the dentist. She was sopping wet which helped, and she wanted to take it all in, which was also handy. I stared at her cunt in fascination as it consumed my fist much like a boa constrictor swallows a pig-bit by bit, seeming to balk at times only to take in more. And then, suddenly, the entire hand slipped inside her and only my wrist was visible.
"Aaaaaaithhhhh!" she cried, tensing up for a split second and then collapsing into a limp heap. "Oh yes, that's nice, nice, nice!" she whimpered. I wanted to take a picture of the event but I was pinned to the spot. Inside her cunt it was hot and wet but quite spacious. Only around my wrist was it tight, very tight, especially when she contracted. I moved my hand back and forth ever so slightly and that's just what she wanted. Her limpness disappeared as if she was a balloon getting inflated, swelling, growing more active, restless, and then she was back in the swing again, sucking at her tits, groaning, crying out. Her cries turned to grunts and as I watched her she turned from red to white and then to bright pink as a series of orgasms wracked her body. She lay very still at the end of that and since the circulation in my hand had been cut off by her pussy, I took the opportunity to withdraw. The fleshy hole looked splayed and ruined for a while, as though a bomb had gone off inside it. But then, with uncanny powers at work, it closed down again until it looked as tight as a fish's asshole. Well, almost.
"I'd like to fuck you now," I said, getting my cock into the picture, "but I don't know if there's any point to it. You think you'd feel it?"
"Please," she said, sitting up, her voice back to normal now and even a little cold. "You've satisfied me for today and I'd rather not think about sex for the time being. If you're still frustrated, would you mind beating off in the bathroom or somewhere else where I don't have to see it?"
I could hardly believe my ears! Was this the roly-poly, happy-go-lucky Mrs. Appleby I'd known on board? Obviously there was another side to her nature. But for the time being I couldn't think about the matter too deeply because my stiff cock made its own demands, every one of them an imperative one. Instead of taking my business out of the room I remained seated before her pussy and started to rub my dick slowly, my eyes fixed on her hairy slit. How easy it was to recall that splayed pinkness right then. Amid Mrs. Appleby's protests I jerked off over her and halfway through, when the absurdity of the situation hit me, I got on top of her and poked my cock right into her pussy. It yielded easily, too easily. A moment later it provided me with no friction at all just a teasing slithering sensation as her pussy flap fluttered against my taut flesh.
"How dare you!" she hissed, pushing at me wit surprising strength. "Get off me at once! I've had enough I told you!"
"Shut up!" I didn't have far to go. My cock was so aroused that it could have found satisfaction in fucking empty space. I held her down for a few minutes until the contents of my balls were deposited deep in the vault of her belly, and then I got up, put my pants on, and asked her what her problem was.
"Look, I feed you, clothe you, and provide you with the modern conveniences of life," she said, still very much peeved. "In exchange for that I expect you to give me what I want, nothing less and nothing more, is that understood?"
"With crystalline clarity," I said. Five minutes later I was out of the apartment, back in the street, heading right for the ship. That was the kind of bullshit I'd expected from Mrs. Miller, not old Rosa. Where did she get off treating me like her private dick! I should have slapped her around just for good measure, to teach her she couldn't treat any man that way. But, as I walked a bit further, it dawned on me that it was as much my fault as hers. After all, I'd taken no precautions against that eventuality, not even when it was clear she was changing her attitude toward me.
So that was it: I'd screwed up my chance at living a good life by being careless. And short-sighted. I shouldn't have been rude to Mrs. Miller. She was bound to have found a replacement for me by this time. She wasn't on board when I got back, which didn't surprise me. I'd intended to apologize to her and ask her for another chance. After Mrs. Appleby, my recollections of Mrs. Miller were awfully alluring. Since she wasn't in her cabin I went back to mine, showered, and lay down on my bunk to rest. A few minutes later I fell asleep.
It was a typical afternoon nap, restless and erratic, and when I woke up I felt tired and irritable. There was a knock on the door and I told whoever it was to fuck off. The person knocked again. "Oh, for Christ's sake!" I yelled, throwing the towel with which I'd been wiping the sweat off my face at the door. "Will you get your ass out of it!"
Instead of leaving me alone the person came in. It was Mrs. Miller. At this point I really got angry, with myself of course, for having blown it again. But she was the only one I could take it out on. "What the hell do you want?" I said, turning my back to her and bending over the wash basin to splash cold water on my face.
"I just wanted to see how you were after your sojourn at the Appleby residence," she said sweetly.
"I'm terrific," I snapped. I dried my face and sat down in the nearest chair to glare up at her. She had on tight white slacks that hugged her crotch obscenely, and her brief halter let show the bottom sections of her tits to anyone looking up from the angle I got. "What else do you want to know?"
"If I can do anything for you." She sank down on her knees and sat between my legs, one arm resting on my thighs with her hand very close to my cock.
"You look so angry and upset, and I know a sure cure for that, the best cure of all."
"Well then, go ahead and administer it!" I said, still angry. At that point I thought she was doing a little number on me to show me what I'd be missing out on in the future. A kind of indifference descended on me. All right, if she was going to fuck around I'd let her have her way. But she needn't expect me to do anything to help her with her games.
"Are you sure you want me to?" Her eyelashes fluttered momentarily and she pouted.
"Yes, yes, Goddamn it!"
"Alright then." Her hands crept toward the bulge of my cock, caressed it briefly, then moved up to the zipper and slowly undid it. I was slightly taken aback but not enough to get me out of my ill humor. "This always works," she said softly in her husky, sexy voice. "I've tried it on many people and no man can withstand it." She had my pants open and worked my cock out of the underpants. It was limp but rallying, and when her soft lips brushed along the glans my bad mood began to be displaced by sheer lust. I knew she'd be able to taste Mrs. Appleby's juices on my dick and that excited me all the more. Let her find out that I fucked other women. Let her put up with it and get to enjoy it. I was no woman's private property, not anymore!
"Does it taste familiar?" I asked with a sneer.
"No but I can guess," said Mrs. Miller, and for a moment she looked put out. But she saw that I wasn't about to apologize and so she bent over her work again, taking my whole half-hard cock into her mouth to suck at it and suckle it till it expanded to its limits.
Then she pushed her head back a little but kept at it valiantly, sucking as much of the hard meat in as she could accommodate.
While she ate me, she took off my pants and undid my shirt so she could let her hands wander over my chest. I did nothing, absolutely, nothing. There was much I wanted to do but I refused to give in to the rising and falling temptations of her tits, or the tangy memory I had of her pussy. Her tongue moved along the side of my dick and slithered over my balls to arouse a wild tingle of tiny stimuli that rushed up my belly and caught in my throat. She went further down, lifting my scrotum up to let the tip of her tongue run through the hairy tangle between my legs right to my asshole. Everything in me ached to lift up and present my ass to her in its entirety, but I sat as still as a rock and gazed up at the ceiling.
How insidious her tongue was! It slid along the rim of my asshole and dipped into the center to push and pry the sphincters apart for brief intrusions. Could I last much longer? The sweat broke out over my whole body and both my hands clung to the armrests for moral support. She lifted my thighs up and ran her tongue all along the furrow of my ass, which made me cross-eyed with desire. Strange little shivers and tremors coursed through by body, along with a nagging sensation that I was about to blow. I knew I wouldn't but it felt as though I was on the verge of ejaculating, and that almost drove me up the wall. My cock made its own demands known by stabbing into the air or rustling through Mrs. Miller's blonde locks, desperate to get into her pussy for its real pleasure. She was getting the better of me. With a magnificent effort of will I pushed her away and said roughly: "Take your clothes off!"
She looked a little dazed as she stumbled backward and landed on her ass, but she was soon back up on her feet and doing a strip for me. I could tell she wanted to do it slowly and sensuously but she was in too much of a hurry to get laid to take her time. Instead her trembling fingers tugged at her clothes so hard that she ripped her halter and busted a seam in her slacks.
"There," she said, twirling around before me when the last stitch of clothing had been removed. "What do you think of me, Jim, do I turn you on?"
"Yeah, you're not bad," I said, appraising her with a cold stare. "Now I want you to lie back on the bed with your ass over the side of it and both feet on the ground. Can you do that?"
"Like this?" She positioned herself so that her blonde pussy opened before my eyes like a ripe oyster and her thighs formed a vortex of flesh that drew me towards the meeting point with all the force of a whirlpool, sucking me in no matter how hard I tried to be cool. When I got to her knees I stopped and gazed down at her cunt with a relentless stare. My cock throbbed with high, leftward motions and my hands were clenched by my sides. There was a crackling electric current pulsing between my glans and her cunt hole, one that threatened to overload our circuits at any moment. Mrs. Miller began to groan way down in her throat and her cunt began to push down so that pink flesh came to the fore and her labia opened even wider. "Give it to me!" she growled, her eyes glazing over with lust. "Fuck me, Jim, fuck me!
Fuck me so hard I can't sit down for a week! Fuck me!"
Those words were music to my ears. Mrs. Miller's cultured bearing made that land of talk doubly suggestive. But I held on, stretching the moment into infinity while our organs reached out to each other.
"What was that offer you were talking about some time ago, Mrs. Miller?" I asked, hoping my voice wouldn't betray my terrible need for her body.
"Offer?" She tried to focus her eyes on me and failed. "Oh, I don't know ... anything you want, Jim, just fuck me!"
"Live-in, generous allowance, do what I like?" I pressed.
"Yes, yes, all that and more. Now will you FUCK ME?" Her voice soared suddenly in a scream of frustration.
"And you wouldn't be inclined to take me for granted now, would you?" I was short of breath and my belly was a searing hot vacuum. "I mean, you wouldn't regard me as a pet of some kind."
"What are you saying?" she moaned. "Jim, please darling, push that big dick of yours into my pussy or I swear I'll pass away on the spot. No, of course I wouldn't do that. I love you, I need you, and you'll always be happy with me."
"Even if I fuck other women?"
"The more the better, but FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
She was a desperate woman. Slowly I slipped my hands up under the backs of her thighs and slowly I raised her till her pussy was in line with the base of my cock. Then, stooping a little to fit the glans into the deep groove of her lower pussy, I let it ride along the valley for a while so it'd be good and wet. Then, just as she looked about to implode with frustration, I rested my knob against her cunt hole and pushed it into her hard.
"OOOOHHHHH!" she gasped. "THAT'S PERFECT. AND NOW THUMP IT INTO ME, RAM IT, FUCK ME LIKE A MADMAN!
We understood each other perfectly. I sent my cock rocketing up her hot, wet sheath so that our pubic bones crashed and her big tits rolled back like the tide, then quivered wildly as I began to fuck her with long, regular strokes. She hung on to the bedclothes and bit her hp to stifle her screams. Blonde hair spread about her beautiful face like a sun, her legs wrapped themselves about my waist, and her pussy slurped deliciously with the fluids of her passion. How could I have settled for Mrs. Appleby, I thought as I watched the woman react completely to everything I did to her. This was the woman for me, and she would be for a long time providing I took care to shape her attitude.
I held her by her full-blown cheeks and leaned forward so she supported my pulsating body. My full weight was bearing down on her cunt, giving my cock extra thrust and regaling her clitoris with a total massage. Mrs. Miller loved it. She yelled and writhed and did all the things that delighted me, while I just kept on pounding away like an automaton. For the time being, I'd switched over to automatic pilot just to be sure that I wouldn't get carried away with her passion, and kept myself for later, when she'd really need me. In and out with long, resonant strokes, feeling her juices splatter against my balls and belly as my cock forced the air and moisture out of her body to make room for itself. Her ass quivered deeply in the palms of my hands and her tits rolled all over her chest. Now and then she tried to catch hold of them to play with them but she was too distracted to concentrate on anything for too long.
Only after the first couple of climaxes did she relax and begin to pay attention to me. She reached out and toyed with my pubic hair, tugging at it so that sharp darts of pain spiced the dense cloud of pleasure resting in my belly. Her legs unwound themselves from around my waist and flailed in the air for a while before coming to rest up against my shoulders. I gazed at her pussy in fascination. It was wide open, the tuck of flesh that hid her clit clearly visible, and now and then she allowed a fingertip to caress that sensitive little thing very nonchalantly, as if she hadn't meant to touch it. Again and again her finger returned to that spot as if she was testing to see how I liked for her to help herself along. I nodded at her after a few passes and then she began to do it in earnest. The finger rotated over the little knob, softly, then hard, then soft again, adjusting the pressure to suit her needs. And all the while my cock shoved in and pulled out with the same deliberate beat.
Her breath escaped her in long hisses as her finger brought her back up to rarified levels of bliss, and for a while my cock was a secondary consideration. But fingering herself could only do so much, and when she'd taken herself as far as she could she lay back and lazily watched as my cock plunged into her split crotch. "That looks so good!" she sighed, drawing over a couple of pillows and propping them under her head. "I'd love to see it from your angle."
"No sooner said than done." I took a small mirror off the bed stand and handed it to her. She adjusted it till she got the right view and promptly flew off the handle.
"Oh, that's BEAUTIFUL!" she screamed, holding the mirror in place with great difficulty. "Your cock is so THICK!" And then she gibbered incoherently for a while because a tidal wave of bliss swept her senses to one side. When she quieted some she looked at me with sparkling eyes. "When we get home, Jim, we're going to have such a great time. I mean, we'll do everything! I've got mirrors and all that and we'll get Polaroid cameras and video tapes and everything. You don't know what you've done to my sexual imagination with that little mirror of yours. God, only a few years ago I used to insist on switching the lights off before going to bed with anyone. How we live and how we learn!"
"Great ideas, every one of them," I puffed, "but how about keeping quiet till I'm through?"
"Oh yes, I'm sorry darling." She gazed into the mirror again, shaking her head with wonder at what she saw there. "And we'll invite other people over and watch them, and we could have one-way mirrors installed and we could have other people watch us. I think I'd like that, to be spied upon. When I was a girl I used to like undressing in front of the open windows on the off chance that our gardener would be passing by. I doubt if he ever saw me, though."
"Yeah, right, right!" I said, feeling very close to blowing and in no mood to listen.
"But, of course, we can start all that right here on the boat, couldn't we?" she went on after a short pause. "You seem to make friends easily."
"I guess so. Now shut up!" I leaned further forward, grabbing for her big tits and kneading them in a frenzy of lust. My cock zipped in and out of her at triple time and my breathing was apoplectic. The mirror fell from her hand as she got in step with me. Her arms embraced me and held me hard against her chest, her lips nuzzled at my face, and disjointed phrases came to my ears, most of them lewd. Together we turned the final corner and galloped on along the straight, the finish line in sight. Bucking and fucking, we fell off the bed and crashed to the floor but that didn't interrupt us. She was on her back and squealing right into my left ear in between biting at it, and I was hunched over her delivering a shattering volley of penile blows that sent her right along the floor until the wall stopped her. Then, with a loud grunt I sent my sperm flying into her pussy and she yelled as though it had taken the top of her head off.
We lay there for quite some time, panting and sweating, unable to speak. At long last I remembered my role, so I got off her and sat back heavily on my disheveled bunk. "A cup of coffee would go really well right now," I said, taking up the towel and drying myself down again. "What about it, Mrs. Miller?"
"I'd love one." She sat up and smiled at me. "The kettle is over there and the ingredients are right alongside the cups," I said.
"What?" Judging by the look on her face she'd never made a cup of coffee for anyone, which was all the more reason for me to start her off. I repeated myself and then took up my pants as if the matter was settled.
"Now wait a minute," she said, flushing somewhat. "Don't let's get too domestic about this. I'm willing to go along with you quite a way but--"
"Mrs. Miller," I broke in, "don't knock something before you try it."
"Well if you insist," she grumbled.
"I insist."
"But when we get home, the maid will be doing this sort of thing."
"We'll talk about that when we get home," I said, and there the debate stopped. I watched her as she fumbled with the kettle and the mugs, all thumbs, and I felt sorry for her-but I also remembered Mrs. Appleby's metamorphosis. The coffee was rotten after all her efforts, but Mrs. Miller was better than ever.
