Matt pumped Melissa's pussy. Her juices trickled down his dick, then balls. Her fingers skimmed his sac, producing a barrage of sparks. As she petted his heavy stem and pouch, she subjected Billy's balls to identical handling.
Billy gasped, plunging into her rump. "What a nice, tight ass to fuck. Can you feel me, baby? Do you like my cock in your butt?"
Melissa withdrew her sucking lips from George's hard-on. Webs of saliva continued the connection of mouth and dick. "I love it," she said. "I'm getting a triple dose of cock and all my horny holes are being taken care of. Now, boys, I'm going to drain the three of you dry!"
CHAPTER ONE
Darcy Cannon studied her appearance in the full-length mirror before departing. A deck filled with hot, hungry stud muffins awaited and she wanted to be certain of making a splash. If her reflection was a valid yardstick by which to measure, she was destined for success.
She whipped her long, brown hair over her shoulder and let her tits project. Her dark eyes were of laser intensity. Her bikini, little more than small patches of cloth with attached strings, ideally captured her sensuousness. Big breasted, she stretched those pieces to their limit. She balanced a firm set of forty-two inch knockers. Onlookers could glimpse the indentations of her nipples. Due to her diligent shaving, errant pubes did not venture from their scant cover. Her shapely hips and ass looked absolutely sumptuous. Neither the skimpy bottoms sheltering her pussy, nor the meager top, revealed tan lines. Darcy had managed an uninterrupted bronze hue.
Darcy consistently worked at maintaining her hourglass figure. Frequently attending the health club and adhering to a balanced diet kept her waist at a riveting twenty-two inches. Her long, slender legs were a testament to a daily ritual of jogging.
She gazed at the emerald sea with mounting anticipation. The sun blazed in a cloudless sky. Nothing but pastoral blue painted the landscape. She rejoiced in that tropical vision. She had Randy Western to thank. That generous man booked passage for her on the magnificent cruise ship, the Enchantress, without flinching. His munificence impressed her.
Randy was customarily secretive about his business ventures. They invariably netted him tremendous profits. The source of his money baffled Darcy, yet she wasn't about to grill him. As long as he supplied the sun, sand and champagne, she was indifferent.
Randy, who happened to be her roommate's boyfriend, took a strong liking to her. His charitable gestures never incensed Melissa. She seemed delighted to share her boyfriend, particularly with Darcy.
By nature, Melissa Stewart was a giving soul. She freely contributed her possessions for the pleasure of others. She adored travel, partying and men-not necessarily in that order. Darcy judged her capricious. She basked in male attention, and adopted a hedonistic lifestyle. Melissa was incapable of fidelity. A new man constantly attracted her eye. How she landed Randy, a delicious hunk and prosperous entrepreneur, went beyond her comprehension. He recently celebrated his thirty-eighth birthday, while she and Melissa had turned twenty-three several months earlier.
Indisputably, Melissa was a doll. Roughly the same height and of equal curvaceousness, Melissa was a luscious blonde. Her eyes were bedroom-blue. Her fair looks complemented Darcy's dark allure. Melissa was entirely capable of creating a disturbance among the tanning set should she set foot on the baking deck. In a bikini or outfit that revealed a profusion of flesh, Melissa had that power.
Melissa, however, had programmed herself specifically for Randy's pleasure. She invested her time and natural resources in making him happy. The girl wasn't stupid. She took advantage of the situation for all it was worth.
Randy and Melissa were to meet Darcy prior to sunbathing on the populated deck. The minutes of the clock ticked well beyond their agreed time.
Darcy knocked on the door adjoining their rooms and received no answer. Muffled sounds echoed behind the panel. She rapped a bit louder, and was still ignored.
Darcy decided to take her chances. Randy was probably pressing Melissa to get dressed. She turned the knob and pushed. The unlocked door swept back, inviting her into their vast suite. Randy and Melissa commanded larger, extravagant quarters on the Enchantress. Because Randy solely financed their cruise, Darcy wasn't about to criticize their right to them. Randy was entitled to the luxury of a king-sized bed, bar and sitting area-not to mention a sauna and party-sized shower.
Steam billowed from the bathroom, and the shower sounded. No other noise came. Darcy assumed Melissa was freshening herself for exposure to that broiling sun.
Without hesitation, Darcy went through the haze and stumbled upon an eye-opening sight. Melissa and Randy were in the spacious stall, making out. She gazed at their naked flesh. All thought of tanning shifted to the back burner. Given the steamy action in the shower, the sunbathing deck was comparatively dull.
Randy Western was ruggedly handsome. About six-foot-three and athletically trim, he enticed Darcy. His wheat-colored hair and mustache were neatly groomed, yet he boasted a feral masculinity. A mass of golden-blond hair blanketed his chest, then tapered to his crotch. His legs and arms were heavily covered. Darcy dwelled on his semi-erect cock. Melissa must have commenced stimulating him seconds ago. She ran her hands over his male roughness. Judging from his slight growth, he merely began to lengthen.
Melissa impishly smiled at Darcy. "Is it time already?"
"I'm sorry," she said, slowly backing away. "I shouldn't have intruded. My mistake."
Randy took stock of Darcy's exquisite body. Her bikini left nothing to the imagination. "Why don't you join us?" he suggested with a grin.
Darcy blinked. Sex wasn't part of the bargain. Randy hadn't made that contingent. Darcy, however, welcomed the opportunity. She always thought him sexy. It was a chance to explore that avenue. "Join you?"
"Sure. There's room for three."
Melissa seemed quite receptive to his idea. Her blue eyes sparkled with invitation. "Yes, Darcy. Come play with us."
It wasn't the first time Darcy and Melissa tackled sexual experimentation. Roommates since nineteen, they had cuddled on many lonely nights in the dead of winter when craving a warm body. Neither felt those sessions altered their orientation. Men remained their first choice.
Randy knew of their occasional intimacy and thought nothing of it. Morally neutral, he advocated their casual arrangement.
Darcy disrobed for their visual entertainment. She untied the strings that held those patches fast. Her nipples swung out for solicitation. Her bronzed globes had a vibrant bounce. Prominently, she displayed her tits, letting her audience savor their perfection. She dispatched her bottoms with equal aplomb.
"Very nice," Randy commented under his breath.
Darcy took pleasure in stripping for them. She relished their gradual intake, their blistering gaze, their drool. She acknowledged her exhibitionistic tendencies. The deck of sun worshipers essentially held appeal because it fulfilled her need to be deemed irresistible. Amid the steam, Randy and Melissa satisfied that requirement.
A thin partition separated them from her fragrant curls. Tugging the strings free, her bottoms detached from her smoldering pussy. Brown curls wreathed a succulent, pink area. Darcy allowed them to feast their eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Melissa purred, stroking Randy's furry chest. She detected his erratic beat. "Get in here, baby. Hurry."
Darcy felt that burning urge for cock. Her pussy perceptively tightened as she got into the shower. The spray pelted Melissa's plush backside. Darcy stationed herself to Randy's left, while Melissa lingered at his right.
Flanked by such nubile women, Randy's satisfaction was whole. He leaned against the wall as they lavished him with feline attention. Darcy's lips drifted to him. He took advantage of their softness while Melissa methodically lathered him with some liquid soap. She swirled around his nipples, weaving through the golden ringlets that amassed his chest, then progressively explored his lower region. She formed a bubbly trail along the narrowing hair, then lathered his pubes. Expanding her circular path, she encompassed his cock and balls. Randy groaned from her feathery touch. Meticulously fondling him, she enlarged his shaft. He slowly thickened in her velvety clasp.
Not to be discounted, Darcy roamed Randy's massive chest. She loved its rough, manly surface. Randy lowered his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers into activity. Darcy responded to his lazy prod. The spark of lust he ignited filtered through her system. Her nipples hardened from the tingling surge.
Randy, infatuated by her stiffened peaks, caressed them. Darcy sighed. Randy traced their pulsing extension while they locked their lips. His coarse fingertips accentuated her pleasure. Their tongues leisurely darted.
Melissa deftly handled his burgeoning member. Rather than taking him in her fist and jerking that dick into a functional state, she exercised silky care. Her manual artistry routinely had a brutal effect on Randy. His amplified tremors were clearly due to Darcy's alluring presence. Her roommate comparably influenced her. Having Darcy near enriched the session. Melissa acknowledged the pointed condition of her nipples and increased moisture between her legs. She held Darcy partially responsible.
Though their menage-a-trois marked a first with Randy, Melissa had offered other boyfriends to Darcy. She and her roommate randomly enjoyed a three-way. Darcy always reciprocated. No man was spared their sexual curiosity. They indulged themselves to the fullest.
Having sufficiently soaped his equipment, Melissa stepped aside. The warm spray she previously blocked dispersed the accumulated suds. She ran her hands under the refreshing drizzle until clean.
Randy's arm went around Darcy. He dragged her to him. His hand swept up and down the curve of her spine before settling over her ass. Squeezing her buns, he elicited a moan. Melissa perceived his yearning to fuck her. She could tell he wanted Darcy's hot pussy.
Melissa elected to heat things up. She situated herself on the tiled floor before Randy.
Water sprinkled her hindquarters. Randy's cock had swelled. Her tongue snaked toward the bulbous tip. Gently, she licked him. Instantly, he shifted on his feet, digesting that titillating flutter. She skimmed the golden fleece of his thighs, then grazed his balls. She executed a second slurp. The sinew rippled in his powerful limbs. She danced over his flesh, relishing its pulsating rebuttal. After a moment's worth of torment, she accepted his plump knob. Her lips twisted about its overlapping rim. Randy tried leaning into her face, but she quickly reversed direction.
Melissa beckoned Darcy. "Want some of this? There's plenty to keep us busy."
Darcy peered into Randy's seductive blue eyes before sinking to her knees. She stroked his woolly surface on her way down. When level with his crotch, he swung his cock to her. She gazed at him when lengthening her tongue. Darcy lashed his domed head without hurry. Randy shut his eyes at her sizzling contact. Elated, Darcy lapped his taut flesh with lush precision. Her subsequent darting brought him to full extension. Randy sported seven broad inches. Darcy admired his equipment.
Melissa sailed over his balls. She neared Darcy's face when luxuriously moistening Randy. Her tongue pirouetted over his velvet pouch. Darcy bestowed his crown an abundance of kisses. Their joint work quickened his breathing. His head lobbed and an ecstatic smile took shape.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, towering above them. The luxury of two tongues suited him. "Suck me.
Darcy framed Randy's sac with her hand while absorbing his cock. He heavily throbbed in her mouth. Her lips glided over his vein ridden sides until he disappeared in her warm, wet orifice. She sucked strongly, rousing a satisfied grunt. Back and forth she went, clasping his taut skin. Seconds later, she detached her lips and delicately licked his underside. She traced the jutting edge of his tip, dabbing bubbles that leisurely popped.
Melissa's lips curved. She was happy to see Darcy please her man. She drenched his balls with saliva. Hair and skin passed under her tickling sweep. She stroked his muscular thighs, weaving through their golden fleece.
Mmmmm, she silently mewled. Randy was such a hairy beast.
Melissa rose to her feet, cuddling against Randy. Cupping the back of her head, he steered her to his mouth. They French-kissed while Randy buried himself in Darcy's face. He methodically pumped her cheeks while exploring Melissa's oral warmth. She sobbed down his throat. Randy thoroughly turned her on. He simultaneously caressed her erect nipples. The roughness of his fingertips was a stimulant. She shivered as they sent gratifying jolts through her.
Darcy took immense pleasure in sucking his dick. Randy pistoned his hips to meet her steady gobble. She opened wide to receive his tasty hard-on. His blond pubes brushed her cheeks as she took huge mouthfuls of him. She sought his pulse while running her tongue over his ample member. His erratic beat thrilled her. She recognized his complete enjoyment of her artistry.
At length, Darcy withdrew her serpentine tip. Randy's cock stood upright, absolutely rigid. Her lapping had made him bone-hard. Her saliva thoroughly coated him. She granted him a final wiggle, then bestowed his bulbous knob a peck.
Melissa detached the nozzle from its hook and sprayed Darcy's breasts with cool water. Darcy arched in Randy's arms while subjected to those chilled drops. His hands encompassed her tits. He scooped them together while planting a hot, invigorating kiss on her nape.
"Oh, God," Darcy whimpered from the sweet flurry. His mustache brought a delicious prickle. Her nipples burned against his palms.
Having adequately doused her, Melissa began soaping Darcy's alert nubs. Bubbles washed over her bronzed flesh. Darcy relished her stimulating sweep. The smile forming on her face conveyed that sentiment. Melissa exercised tenderness in handling her.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Randy murmured in Darcy's ear.
Darcy merely moaned. Melissa scrubbed her pussy. She trembled as suds accumulated in her dark bush. Her roommate expertly manipulated her susceptible folds.
When Darcy's head lolled to the side, Melissa went after those sensual lips. She pressed herself to them, then sank her tongue. Inside that smoldering mouth she went. Darcy's tongue was poised for her arrival. She darted ambitiously at Melissa. Those soap-drenched nipples stabbed her flesh. Melissa immediately gasped.
Seeing the girls play intensely aroused Randy. He stroked his cock while witnessing their steamy behavior. Their hunger drew his lust.
Darcy's incredible ass swiveled before him. He couldn't ignore its invitation. Spreading her legs, he glimpsed the arrangement of pink flesh. Darcy's pussy seemed eager to have him. At once, he positioned himself for entry. He separated her hot folds with the tip of his cock. Using his head to push aside the sticky layers, he felt the sweltering warmth of her hole.
Darcy fathomed Randy's need to fuck. The blunt end of his cock notified her of that urge. He clamped her soapy mound, then speared her. His fat dick sank into her cunt. "Oh, my God," she cried as Melissa's boyfriend fucked through her hot squish. "Ohhhh."
"You waited a long time for this, haven't you, baby?" he muttered. Her snatch instantly grabbed him. He enjoyed its clamp. Forward he drove, savoring that lack of resistance. That pussy swallowed him to the root. His balls gently spanked her buns. "Is it what you imagined?"
Darcy couldn't speak above the lump in the throat. She bent over, clutching the faucets. Her altered position did not dislodge Randy. His cock remained anchored. She spread her legs, then flew back at him. Their flesh noisily collided. Darcy welcomed impalement. Randy went far into her hot, wanting snatch. His thrusts fractured her breathing. She moaned from his lumbering movement. Her cunt puckered that thick, inflexible shaft.
Watching Randy submerge himself into her girlfriend titillated Melissa. "Yeah, baby." She brushed Randy's lips, then lowered her tongue into his mouth. Her fingers slid through the dense matting, massaging his nipples. They were comparable to small pebbles. Randy sluggishly responded. After dazing him, she whispered in his ear. "Is she tight enough? Does she squeeze your cock? Oh, yeah. Fuck her. Shove yourself into her wet, hugging pussy."
Randy's blue pupils were dull and moist. He appeared lost in contemplation while pumping Darcy. He jammed his cock into her embracing heat. Likewise, her girlfriend seemed overwhelmed by his burrowing dick. Darcy mirrored ecstasy. Her dark eyes glazed over during Randy's sawing motion. Melissa heard squishy sounds as he sliced deeply into her pussy. Their flesh slapped in harmony. Her moans echoed in the stall.
Melissa groped Darcy's nipples. Her skin was warm to the touch. She seemed to be running a temperature. Frequently enjoying the stroke of his cock, Melissa appreciated her emotional state. Permitting her roommate to have her turn with it was equally satisfying.
Melissa gazed at the bridge of hard, male flesh that protruded from Darcy's cunt. She tensed with excitement while noting how he piloted his solid shaft straight through those sodden lips, splitting them to admit his bulk. Although lending the impression of being in another world, he drove into her with purpose. She propelled her ass to him as though searching for more.
"Oh, yeah," Darcy sobbed, taking it. Water sprinkled in her face from the showerhead, but she totally discounted it. She felt nothing beyond that big, hard thing occupying her snatch. "Oh, yeah. Keep it coming."
Randy sank into her sweltering warmth. "You knew it would be good." He cupped her tits. Her nipples sizzled against his palm. His hands streamed down her front until enfolding her mound. Pressing her quivering buns to him, he administered a vigorous squeeze.
"I want to rub your juices all over my dick," he whispered in her ear as he pumped her hot body. Cupping her mound, he lifted her from her feet before that stiff cock fully impaled her.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. He maintained a resolute grip on her pussy. He hauled her back until his balls planted on her quivering cheeks. After savoring her thrilling tightness, he receded. Before she recovered from his bewildering plunge, he reinstalled himself. "Oh, God."
A hot, spongy pussy covered him. His dick pulsated in her crushing heat. Her flesh gripped him fast, yanking his taut skin. His eyes curved up into their sockets as he savored his fit. His balls rested at the bottom of her puffy lips before he eased himself from her juicy grasp. Back and forth he went, savoring the traction. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my meat."
Melissa stationed herself behind Randy. Smashing her mound to his muscular buns, she hugged him. Her hands swam over his furry chest. Manually, she aggravated his nipples. At his ear, she purred. "Stick your cock into her, baby. Make her feel you." She pushed him forward, guiding him into her roommate's cunt.
Randy grinned from her shove. He liked having her furry snatch in his crack. "She's making me bone you, baby. She's forcing me straight into your pussy."
"Yes," Melissa sobbed, fondling his nubs. An essential forest sheltered them. She ground herself to his ass, simplifying his slide into Darcy. Her girlfriend's mounting sobs excited her. "Oh, yes," she sighed, pistoning her hips. Fuck her."
Darcy feverishly rocked herself to him. Randy snuck a finger into her folds and found her clit. He jiggled that inflamed button while fucking her. Darcy gasped from double stimulation. Not only did she benefit from the lunge of his cock, but had that gratifying rotation, too.
"Yes," she sobbed, surrendering to the feast of sensations. His dick was virtual rock, plunging into her starved depths. Its steady massage accentuated her joy. Once he kindled the blaze in her loins, it became inextinguishable. Clutching the faucets, she grounded him with her inflamed pussy. He groaned from her clench. His finger never stopped in its wiggle, consigning her to oblivion. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum."
Randy distanced himself from her impending orgasm. He wanted to please that beautiful girl without erupting. Her soft, rounded buttocks bounced off him, delivering their kiss. He groaned as the tension mounted. Darcy's cunt gulped him whole. He much preferred a pussy to a mouth. Although he loved blow jobs, nothing rivaled that fulfilling descent into a woman's molten center. Darcy's sodden lips yielded to his hungry push. He crammed every pulsing inch into that gobbling receptacle.
"Come on, baby," he muttered, feeding her cock. Her love button palpitated under his manual persuasion. He suspended neither of those incentives. He wished to endure those cunt-squeezing spasms. "Do it. Oh, yeah. Do it now!"
Darcy moaned from the building crescendo. Randy steadily drove her to that dizzying summit. She vibrated against him, then experienced the boom. His dick jerked in her pussy, magnifying her convulsion. He enveloped her with those powerful forearms. She clenched her teeth, then sharply exhaled. Shattering joy evolved into woozy bliss. Her nails sank into his hairy flesh.
Melissa, based behind Randy, gripped his ass and guided him into Darcy during her climatic release. She assumed credit for bringing her roommate to orgasm. Watching Darcy cum afforded her an enormous thrill. "That was nice, wasn't it, honey? Randy did you good."
Randy slipped out of Darcy's cunt. His cock emerged sticky and severely rigid. At his disengagement, Darcy cried out. Randy's retreat created a void. He turned to Melissa. "Come up here, baby, and finish me off." Gesturing to his dick, he ran it through his fist.
Melissa was pleased to be pressed into service. Randy's desire to cum appeared crucial. His dick stood in the air, intensely excited. She grazed his balls with her fingertips, then caressed his stout cock.
Darcy, reclaiming her senses, floated into Melissa's arms. She still shook from Randy's ferocious power. Massaging her sore pussy, she continued to smart from his extensive probe. Randy's immense diameter strained her. She rubbed Melissa with her mound, assuaging her ache. Melissa's nipples stabbed her. Their mouths came together in a hungry rush. Darcy explored her oral warmth.
Meanwhile, Randy prepared himself for entry. Their sexual chemistry intrigued him. He found their magnetism to each other entirely logical. They represented the more appealing gender. He sported a fierce erection merely by studying them at play.
Melissa presented her ass to him. Her legs opened and her pussy expanded. Its borders gleamed with enthusiasm. Inhaling her husky fragrance, he could restrain himself no longer. Gripping his base, he guided himself into her saturated heat. Her cunt lips divided at the tension he exerted, then buckled under it. She widened around his bulbous head, then gradually swallowed him.
Melissa broke away from Darcy. She clutched her roommate while Randy buried himself. His initial penetration never failed to steal her breath. Her fingers sank into Darcy's shoulder as he filled her. A rapturous smile formed. "Oh, yeah, baby. Put it in me."
Darcy observed her girlfriend's lips form a circle from which hot air surged. She heard Randy's greasy connection as well. He established his cock in Melissa's cozy snatch. Having just gotten fucked by it, she understood her visible enjoyment. There was no mistaking the fact that a real man resided between her legs.
Jesus, she dreamily thought, why couldn't he belong to her? She would exploit Randy's stud service to the utmost degree.
Randy commenced shafting her. The sound of Melissa's pussy completely absorbing him riled Darcy. She yearned to again be on the receiving end of his masterful thrust. The walls of her pussy tingled from their recent acquaintance of that vein-riddled monster.
Melissa's blue eyes grew dull as Randy pumped her. Darcy could see his cock protrude from her distended hole. He slid in and out, stuffing her snatch.
Randy apparently liked the change in pussy. Melissa must have felt different to him. Darcy noted an increased roughness. Savagely, he rammed into her. Her ass bounced from his groin. He exercised no tenderness. Seizing her snatch, he crammed thick bone into her cunt. Melissa trembled as it disappeared into her slick hole.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, "make me cum. Milk me with those adhesive lips."
Melissa swerved back to meet him. Her buttocks noisily ricocheted. His balls pummeled her backside. Unlike Darcy, Melissa succeeded in rousing his animal fervor.
Randy's behavior made Darcy horny. She yearned to take part in consummating his ferocious lust. Observing that straight, rockhard shaft entering Melissa's damp groove precipitated that urge.
She got on her knees, arranging herself between their legs. Above, Randy tumultuously introduced himself into that wet pussy. His cock plunged into that juicy center, then tore free. His balls swayed with frantic motion. Running her hands over the backs of Randy's bristly thighs and then Melissa's smooth legs, Darcy beheld their mutual satisfaction. The stimulation mounted at the variation of texture. Her girlfriend was of a silky consistency, while Randy was deliciously rough.
Darcy slurped the section of Randy that jutted from Melissa. She lashed his veins, then flickered over the tasty flesh that enclosed him. She licked pussy and cock with equal abandon.
"Don't stop," Melissa pleaded as her girlfriend tongued her saturated borders. "Yes. More."
Darcy lavished spittle over them without discrimination. She moistened her palatable snatch with a spirit paralleling his hard dick. She assimilated Melissa's honey. Her girlfriend oozed onto her tongue.
Randy threw back his head and emitted a savage growl. He wildly fucked Melissa. He jammed himself into her snatch as though challenging Darcy. "Christ," he hoarsely exclaimed, "that feels good. Keep me wet."
Darcy made certain of drenching Randy's balls in saliva. She immersed them in foam, then listened to his groan as the tiny globules randomly burst. Her constant flutter kept his lust alive.
She did not neglect Melissa's saccharine cunt. Her tongue wiggled over that tasty patch, dispersing globs of froth. She cleaned Melissa's gummy flaps, then dabbed at the juicy trench for her excess nectar. Darcy relished her sugary flavor. Randy, however, persisted in filling that space with thriving meat. Lowering his cock to the hilt, he dominated that region.
Despite his occupancy, Darcy's lapping affected Melissa. "You're going to make me cum, honey," she wailed. No amount of pitching hampered its electrifying promise. "Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."
Inspired by her strained announcement, Darcy feverishly prevailed. She licked her savory membranes until Melissa was a shivering wreck.
Randy couldn't remain embedded in Melissa-not in her frenzied condition. He throbbed from the culmination of her efforts. Darcy's tongue whipped him into numbness. "I'm going to shoot. Oh, yeah."
Darcy's licks abounded. She slurped the excitement that seeped from Melissa's cunt, washing them from Randy's delving shaft. One rippling stroke replaced another. Randy's abnormal breathing signaled that he was at his quaking pinnacle.
"Keep moving that tongue, baby. Christ." His mouth dropped open while his eyes shut.
"Arghh."
Randy yanked out without preliminary. He spewed on Melissa's ass, showering her with hot jism. Darcy lapped his creamy splatter. Her tongue waltzed over Melissa's vibrant flesh, collecting his spent cum.
"Mmmmm," she purred, attending the mess he created.
She was secretly envious of Melissa.
CHAPTER TWO
Lee Monohan drank in the sight of those bikini-clad babes. Rows of heavenly oiled bodies were provocatively arranged to absorb the Caribbean sun's rays. Some emerged from the hot tub with water pouring from their cleavage, while their nipples bulged through their skimpy tops. He walked across the deck, delivering rum-laced cocktails to purchasing customers while ogling them.
It took weeks to develop his balance on the swaying ship and adjust to the sweltering temperature of the tropics. Lee secured employment on the Enchantress the day they posted an opening. Given its elite reputation (not to mention its penchant for attracting sexy passengers), he thought the job conditions unmatchable.
The Enchantress tended to hire men of strapping health. In that regard, Lee fit perfectly their qualifications. Lee, taking fitness seriously, maintained his set of muscles. He had dark brown hair, a lean, muscular frame and blue eyes. The glasses he wore did not detract from his sensuality. Women were forever drawn to his boyish looks-particularly his ruddy, dimpled cheeks. At age twenty-one, finding pussy never presented a problem-it invariably came to him.
Lee had little ambition. The easy life seemed infinitely better. He watched how his peer group suffered from ulcers and other ailments in retaining their high-paying jobs. They made huge sacrifices to keep their careers on track. The compensation Lee received in tips and perks was more than adequate to suit his personal needs.
"Check out the one second from the end," advised Tim Schau, another of the waiters. "She's brutally hot."
Lee focused upon a pair of mouth-watering buns. The owner of them was a sultry redhead engrossed in a paperback. Her sensual lips drifted to a straw and sucked a tall glass of iced tea. Noting the flash of tongue, he involuntarily groaned.
"Whoa," Lee declared. "I wouldn't mind having her on my face."
"Go for it."
Lee considered Tim's casual attitude about putting the make on luscious female passengers. He had no compunctions about shirking his obligations in favor of getting laid. "Right. Are you forgetting we're on the clock? Veronica Kempler would kick my ass if I took a muff-diving break."
Tim remained smug. "Take my word, she's not on deck. It's my guess she's in the sack with Jon Bacliner. She must have succumbed to the heat."
Lee laughed. The cruise director definitely took a fancy to the captain of their ship. Although she ruled the Enchantress with an iron fist, she habitually deferred to his authority. Lee couldn't envision the tumultuous force the captain unleashed.
The redhead continued to intrigue Lee. He tried concentrating on the orders he scribbled on his pad, but that ass captured his imagination. The girl had taken pains to seductively oil herself. Her flesh gleamed in the blinding sun. Squinting, he couldn't avert his gaze.
She seemed conscious of his study. The paperback did not hold her attention. Arching her magnificent body, she glimpsed him from behind mirrored sunglasses. Those red lips curved with invitation. Her desire was not left to speculation. She genuinely reflected lust.
Lee encountered a distinct stirring in his crotch. Had he devoted more thought to that redhead, he would have grown hard. Exhibiting a boner in his crisp, white shorts would result in a tactless spectacle. Therefore, Lee resolved to maintain his cool.
Demand for his rum-spiked libations ran high. Lee sold several trays of those tropical beverages to parched customers. While changing large bills, he couldn't refrain from glancing at the redhead. Extending him that solicitous smile, she all but beckoned him with a crooked finger. There was no mistake. Her coquettishness was definitely directed at him.
Her lips seemed designed for sucking. The bikini top barely harnessed those large, mouthwatering tits. From the spare bottoms, he presumed that she shaved. Nary a pubic strand surfaced from the skimpy patch. Her long, tanned legs appeared ready to wrap him. Lee trembled at the prospect of laying over such a body. His cock involuntarily twitched.
In his mind, he began devising a suitable "line" to break the ice. He could not simply walk up to her and suggest that they fuck. She had to take the initiative. The proposition had to be of her making. To contain the situation, there could be no inducement on his part.
He strode to the bar to have his latest requisition filled. During that time, a number of lame introductions ran through his head. Lee vetoed each one, deciding they lacked originality. When lifting the tray, he scanned her direction for an update. He was somewhat floored to learn she had vacated her seat.
Lee cursed his luck. An unimagined journey of erotic discovery was lost to him. Briefly, he dwelled on the large breasts and savory ass he might have groped. That could have been the session to end all others, permanently lodged in memory.
He served the cocktails, then motioned to the bartender that he was taking a breather. The temperature on deck reached sweltering levels. Occasionally, a ten-minute respite renewed him. Providing there was ample coverage, Veronica encouraged that practice.
Lee descended the stairs to the lower floor. Just as he passed the rest rooms, he distinguished movement. The redhead mysteriously reappeared, coaxing him to join her. She gestured to a storage room stacked with boxes. Lee contemplated the insanity of a quickie in such cramped quarters. Recommending that they adjourn to her room entered his mind. The redhead, however, seemed too impatient to travel that distance.
He had no intention of arguing with her and possibly interrupting the thread of continuity.
He gauged her age as mid-twenties. Having discarded those sun glasses, she positioned a set of dazzling green pupils for maximum eye contact. She radiated tremendous sexual energy.
The redhead enfolded him in her arms. Those incredibly soft tits pressed against him. He discerned her rock-hard nipples with a groan. She kissed him with those warm, sensual lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth, conducting a soul-stirring sweep.
A tent formed in his shorts. His lust kindled, Lee framed those firm buns and ground his bulging dick into her crotch. Confronted by his fierce masculine heat, she sobbed. He massaged her with his bulge. Molded to that soft mound, his cock pulsated.
Slowly, the redhead detached her lips and gravitated to Lee's swollen middle. She hooked the elastic band of his shorts and tugged them over his hips. His stiff cock vividly protruded through his briefs. Lee was proud of his equipment. His thickness generally excited female onlookers. His boner strained the fabric.
Those green eyes sparkled. No doubt, his vast width gave her pause.
Having recovered from her initial discovery, the redhead set his dick free. He groaned from the vent of warm air. Those red lips parted. Her tongue extended to his bloated crown. He clenched his teeth at her flickering introduction. Involuntarily, a pearl of cum oozed from his tip. Lashing out, she dispatched it.
"Jesus," he muttered under his breath. His arms hung limply at his sides. He balled his fists. She wielded unbridled power. An electric current bolted to his heels, nearly short-circuiting him. "Oh, yeah."
Meticulously, she licked him. His cock received a thorough coat of tingling spittle. She kept a keen eye on him while administering that frothy layer. Her tongue awakened his every cell. His dick was painfully enlarged. Her slurps tautly stretched his skin.
She cradled his balls while planting her lips on his bulbous head. His pulse raced at her kiss. She agitated his cum slit, delving into the tiny groove, and retrieved another creamy drop. Her flutter provoked his seepage. She traced the shape of his knob, then ran up and down his sides. Her serpentine style left him rent.
"That feels incredible." Lee could barely speak. Slumping against the door, he sharply exhaled. She had, in his opinion, natural oral talent.
She began licking his balls. She covered him in swirling foam. He teemed with exhilaration. She lapped his most sensitive part. His dick curved vertically, pumped with excitement. He ached from his acute stiffness. That slobbering tickle precipitated a strong twitch. She drew elaborate patterns on his velvet flesh. His pouch dripped with her salivary excess.
"Oh, God," he muttered through clenched teeth. He balled his fists so tightly, the knuckles turned white. She showered him with more of her oral love. Its pricklish heat permeated his skin. "Oh, yeah. Keep doing it."
Those green eyes were glued to his withered expression. He watched the lower portion of her face swim in and out of view through his dark nest. His chest expanded and contracted at her prolonged glide.
To accentuate his pleasure, her fingers curled around him. Up and down his cock, she jerked. He robustly throbbed in her clasp. Her tugging provoked him. She slid smoothly over the veneer of drool, enhancing the redness of his rigid member.
"I love when it gets this hard," she whispered. "Wow. It's beautiful."
Lee couldn't answer. Waves of splendor assaulted him. He speechlessly submitted to her lush inquisition. With each tantalizing stroke, his love for his job blossomed. He wished every day could yield fruitful experiences.
Those large tits swelled inches from his dick. She ran her tongue over his balls, deliberately pausing as he distinctly inhaled. She dispensed more of her teasing flutter. If she insisted upon massaging him in that fashion, he would positively splatter her face.
The redhead yearned for more intimate contact. With a hammering heart, Lee witnessed her consumption. She fastened her lips to his cock bulb. They rolled over the tip, then clamped him just beyond the curved edge. She had him in a tingling vise. The brink of her tongue brushed him to and fro, striking the space between the head and the protruding vein.
"Take more," he muttered, coaxing her with a push.
The redhead controlled her intake. Her lips coasted to his very bottom without assistance. That mouth was filled with hot, bubbly saliva. Her tongue undulated beneath his large vein. She yanked and caressed and dampened him with her passionate lips.
"Yeah, baby," he gasped. His pupils curved into their whites. The push and pull of those lips caused him to gasp. They fought him down, then left a wake of glistening drool. Breathing became difficult as her sucking intensified. Her cheeks bulged with him. He heard noises as she gulped him. The redhead definitely enjoyed blowing him. "Suck me. Stuff me in your face."
Breathlessly, she obeyed. Her mouth expanded, meeting his thick stem. His balls pelted her chin. She savored engulfing him in her oral heat.
"Swallow me, baby. Gulp my cock. Pump me with those hot lips."
Lee could barely stand. Lightheaded, he rocked on his heels. All he could think about was that oncoming wetness and its tender lock. The redhead drooled on him. Warm spittle escaped from the corners of her lips. She tugged the skin of his cock with each mouthful. Her tongue activity never halted. She briskly lashed his veins while gobbling him up. Lee had never seen such enthusiasm. She adored sucking a dick. Her lips slaved for his pleasure.
The girl obviously sensed his mounting orgasm. His pulsations alone should have informed her of his frenzied state. Latched securely to him, she accelerated all movement. Trapping him in her brutal suck, she commanded him to spew. He pounded within her slick clench. That escalating weakness spread through his loins.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, contorting. "I'm going to shoot in your mouth."
The redhead's lips twisted around his base. She made no effort to flee his eruption. She drew strongly upon his cock, willing him to surrender his burden.
Flushed, he discharged in her sucking furnace. His head fell forward, his vision clouded. Orgasm threw him off balance. Noisily, the redhead extracted his jism. He groaned as she siphoned him of that creamy substance.
Who said a waiter's life was monotonous? he thought with a smile.
The redhead departed the storage room immediately after blowing Lee. He lingered against the wall, striving to compose himself. Wiping the last of him from her lips, she smirked at her expedition in getting him off.
A few couples traversed the hallway. She quietly blended with the crowd. Nobody would question her activities in that room unless the waiter emerged. She surmised from his wearied look that he was out of commission for roughly fifteen minutes.
That little stunt enabled her to test her allure. The waiter substantiated her magnetism. She certainly didn't want to lose her touch. It was necessary, however, to restrain herself. That waiter, though not her target, had been most irresistible. In the future, she vowed to maintain better control over herself.
Calmly, she returned to the sunbathing area, and in search of her true quarry. Her trip on the Enchantress wasn't merely for pleasure.
She was on assignment for a vital mission.
CHAPTER THREE
Gambling, Melissa Stewart summarized, was one of life's most decadent privileges. Few things rivaled the thrill of tossing money on the table and placing a wager. The greater charge lay in victory.
Naturally, sex was the sole exception. That always ranked higher, regardless of the win. Orgasm was the ultimate high.
The Enchantress had one of the most stunning casinos she'd seen. Its collection of slot machines, backgammon tables, roulette wheels and poker groups paralleled those of a Las Vegas establishment. Melissa had her choice of game, and a generous allowance provided by Randy Western.
Sweet, sexy Randy-whose single requirement was that she frequently pleasure him-stood at the roulette wheel with Darcy at his side. Her roommate presided over his game, ostensibly for good luck. Melissa caught her caressing his arm, murmuring in his ear and continually bumping him with her tits.
Darcy's thoughtfulness pleased Melissa. He had, after all, funded their cruise. Melissa deemed her roommate's appreciation appropriate. She was equally grateful to have someone around to help relieve her boyfriend. Randy had a voracious appetite for sex. Darcy didn't seem to tire from his pressing needs. In fact, his ravenous behavior flattered her.
Melissa usually enjoyed satisfying Randy. Men like Randy Western certainly didn't grow on trees. She got used to having her expenses covered by such a charitable man. Having Darcy around, however, made mingling with the local talent possible.
Melissa surveyed the area. Men overpopulated the room. Women were blessedly in short supply that evening-at least those of her spunk. She walked through the throng, relishing all that male energy. Interfering with the concentration of several hunks stroked her ego. Naked desire was etched in their features. An outbreak of drool slowly occurred.
For her spree at the gambling facility, Melissa dressed seductively. She gleaned from her wardrobe a shoulderless black dress with a hem that scarcely concealed her panties. A pair of spike heels enhanced her seductive image. Although she admitted that betting was her chief interest, she secretly wished to ruffle every woman present.
Gambling soon lost its attraction. Flirting became a burning ambition. Tangling with that band of studs seemed immeasurably better. Now that Darcy gladly volunteered to entertain Randy, she had the freedom to pursue other men.
In evaluating Darcy's starved look, Melissa thought her capable of handling Randy alone. Their afternoon romp in the shower confirmed that. Darcy had a flair for taking charge.
Melissa settled upon not one, but three studs. The selection process left too much to chance. Melissa believed that dealing with a trio was the height of narcissism. Stuffing the major orifices of her body with cock offered a sweet challenge.
"Have you ever done this before, doll?" inquired Matt, tallest of the group. His dark brown hair was slicked back and he spoke in a rich baritone.
"Yeah," his red-headed buddy, Billy, chimed. "You're not frightened, are you?"
Melissa promoted a casual attitude. "Would I return to your cabin if I felt intimidated?"
George, also dark-haired, traced her jawbone with his thumb. "You've got a point."
All were college students, ideally suited for what she had in mind. Melissa stumbled upon them at the night club. The moment she set foot on the dance floor, they gravitated to her. She single-handedly displaced their dates-another victory, in her eyes. Melissa secretly rejoiced as the women fumed at her.
George's mouth went over hers. Automatically, her lips opened to accept his tongue. He bounded her with a pair of muscular arms, dragging her tightly to his body. His chest was broad and solid. Heatedly, she responded to his probe. George wanted things to quickly gel, and in that, he succeeded. His passionate kiss instantly warmed Melissa.
Around her, Melissa heard the sounds of belt buckles clinking and zippers descending. The skin of a bare cock brushed her hand. Melissa purred from its velvet warmth and immediately groped it. That piece of equipment belonged to Billy. Almost two inches thick, it extended from his pants. She softly stroked him.
"Mmmmm," he sighed. "That's nice."
Matt presented her with his package, too. Contrary to Billy, Matt boasted more length. His dick slid smoothly through her fist. Though refraining from verbally expressing himself, he grinned at her delicate treatment.
Both Billy and Matt enlarged in her clasp. She provoked their growth with a silky massage. The movement of their flesh, stretching to capacity, provided her a thrill. She pressed a thumb to the tip of each cock and squeezed, then smirked at their collective groan. A drop of stickiness individually seeped.
George's embrace loosened. When he pulled away, Melissa saw the bulge in his pants. Noting that he captured her attention, he made a great ceremony of unfastening his pants. When they dropped to his ankles, he stood stock-still for her inspection.
"Hmmmm," Melissa mused. "It looks like a tube steak wrapped in a pair of underwear."
George hooked the elastic band and lowered it over his hips. His dick jutted out at her, suspended by total excitement. Melissa underwent a surge of lust, contemplating its dimensions. By far, George was the leader.
"Why don't you get naked for us?" George suggested.
Her lips curved. "Yes. I want to inspire you as a whole."
Melissa reached around and grasped the metal tag of her dress. The zipper whispered down her back. Out came her nipples, pink and stiff. The men silently applauded her lack of a bra. Her tits sloped magnificently on her small frame. No matter what their preference-tits, ass or legs men invariably treasured those sizable globes.
Having completely disrobed, the men stared intently at her. She distinguished the echo of their quickened breathing. Her striptease apparently had a brutal effect on them.
She shimmied out of her black garment, depositing it at her feet. Stepping out of it, she retained her spike heels. Men insisted upon them being worn while fucking. Melissa wasn't going to ask; she simply cast that decision.
A pair of French-cut panties remained for their viewing pleasure. Melissa was slow to shed them. She wished to have them savor her gradual exposure. Her thumbs slid behind the satin border, then eased them over her hips. Melissa's piece de resistance in shaving held them captive. She left a small, oval-shaped patch. By design, emphasis was placed on the lips of her pussy.
"Is there enough here to satisfy three appetites?" she teased.
The sight of her nudity appeared to leave them unhinged. Their wagging tongues amused her. When purchasing their cruise tickets, was this the moment those three longed for? Had the reservation clerk alluded to such unimagined ecstasy? Melissa received the impression she was about to fulfill a fantasy.
Matt, reclining on the bed, gestured her to come. His dick stood rigidly in the air, fueled by severe arousal. Melissa perceived how badly he wanted to fuck. The veins vividly protruded through his skin. As she gazed at his smooth, athletic body, her desire strengthened. She wanted to sit on that cunt-piercing cock and stare into those hungry brown eyes.
"Climb on top of Matt," George ordered. "He wants to get inside you first."
Observant of her spike heels, Melissa carefully mounted him. Matt stroked her body. She detected his tremors with each sweep. All that tough talk had simply been bravado. She sincerely doubted they were ever simultaneously with a single woman, yet ruled out the possibility any one of them was a virgin. In their early twenties, none struck her as particularly experienced. They likely derived the scene they envisioned from pornographic tapes or magazines. Regardless, she planned to give them a taste of the forbidden.
Taking Matt's cock in hand, she softly caressed it. Its reach impressed her. Its bulbous head would soon be intimately acquainted with her broiling center. Elevating herself, she steered him to her sodden lips. His Adam's apple twitched. Melissa noted his mounting tension. Her pussy came down, snaring his bloated crown. At the same time, Matt shut his eyes and groaned. Her moist heat had obviously overwhelmed him.
"Wow. He's in her cunt," Billy remarked. "See him protrude?"
Coarse fingers traced her vertebrae. Melissa enjoyed a man's touch. She could invariably detect urgency, specifically when an erotic moment progressed. Whether it was Billy or George who made contact was irrelevant. She appreciated the added stimulation.
Melissa pushed down, taking Matt full measure. His cock sank deep into her cunt. She sighed after entirely swallowing him. Ohhhh. As predicted, he entered her inner region. She settled on his balls, gently rocking. He throbbed in her pussy, his beat plain.
Matt slowly opened his eyes. His brown pupils had a dull luster. Melissa recognized his vacant expression. The man was buried in hot, juicy cunt-oblivious to his surroundings, a slave to her slick embrace.
After acknowledging his reaction, she rose on his stiff cock, then plummeted. The friction was sweetly gratifying. She took him in wide, lasting strides. He had the length to facilitate such indulgence. His dick became slippery from her abandoned slide.
Mart's thighs offered support to her back. She leaned against them, then righted herself. More of him inhabited her snatch. Her shifting augmented his pleasure. He became positively hoarse during her feverish ride.
"Oh, yeah," she whimpered, receiving his pulsing thing. The sensation was indescribable. Her eyes curved upward. "Ohhhh."
Matt gripped her ass. His fingers sank into her malleable flesh. "That's it, baby," he muttered in her ear. "Fuck it. Fuck my big cock."
George positioned himself on the mattress, throwing his feet apart. His dick swung toward her face. "Put me in your mouth," he huskily commanded. "Give me a blow job."
She caressed his sturdy, hair-rough thighs. He closed the distance between them, aiming for her lips. She voluntarily widened them. Strongly palpitating, George entered her mouth. Her bottom lip quivered as it whisked to his bottom. Her tongue wiggled against his immense vein, provoking its throb.
Melissa's consumption winded him. "She's swallowing it, man," he barely managed to inform the others. "She gulped me to the root."
George pressed himself to her face. He smashed his pubes to her nose. His balls relaxed on her chin. Melissa framed his equipment with a calm hand, cuddling him.
Beneath her, Matt jammed solid bone in her cunt. Working his hips, he kept her supply constant. Watching her suck on his buddy fired his libido. George's stifling appendage smothered Melissa's moans. Matt's balls smacked her butt as he drove himself home.
"Suck it," George gasped, feeding her his cock. "Suck it good."
The introduction of cold substance to her anus hardly came as a surprise. She expected Billy to join the fun. The prospect of his fat dick wrenched in her butt briefly gave her pause. Having Billy crammed in her rectum, attending that plaguing void, banished all concern.
Billy thoroughly lubricated her. He took pleasure in running his digit through her dark channel. "I can feel Matt on the other side. Oh, baby, this is going to be one tight fit."
Melissa exhibited no protestations. She could scarcely wait for him to penetrate her.
Billy aligned his blunt helmet to her crack, then pushed. Slowly, he speared her butt cheeks. Melissa froze as he worked himself into her ass. His immersion stole her breath. Her lips moved away from George. She stopped sucking his cock until she adjusted to Billy's rear entrance.
Trembling, she closed her eyes. "It's so thick."
"Can't help that," Billy quipped, smashing himself into those tense quarters. "Oh, man, she's gonna crush me. There's hardly any room in there."
Melissa relaxed, loosening her muscles. At shortened intervals, he disappeared in her anus. When his balls almost brushed Matt's, Billy realized he'd gone the limit.
"Jesus," he muttered. "I feel like cumming already. Go easy, Matt. I don't want to shoot."
"I'll try," Matt croaked. The increased tension in Melissa's pussy made that a difficult promise.
"How does it feel, baby," George asked before piloting himself into her throat. "Do you like having three men?"
"Without question." Melissa returned to his spittle-sticky member. George groaned as she downed him. She stroked his balls with her thumb while washing him with saliva. Pressing her tongue to him, she discovered frantic vibrations. Back and forth, she stroked his distended vein. Her massage boosted his pulse. "Mmmmm."
"Yes, baby," George muttered, propelling his hips in rhythm to her mouthfuls, "gorge yourself."
Matt pumped her pussy. Her juices trickled down his dick, then balls. At a single juncture, she manually explored their connection. Her fingers skimmed his sac, producing a barrage of sparks. She petted his heavy stem and pouch. She then subjected Billy's balls to identical handling.
"Christ," Billy gasped, plunging into her rump. "What a nice, tight ass to fuck. Can you feel me, baby? Do you like when I submerge myself to the trunk?"
Melissa leisurely withdrew her sucking lips from George. Webs of saliva bridged her to that domed head. "I love it. Ohhhh. I'm getting a triple dose of cock. I'm going to drain you boys dry."
Those wet, milking pussy lips closed over Matt. He personally believed Melissa spoke with conviction. Her snatch acted as a vise. He wasn't climbing through hot squish-she was bearing down with every muscle at her command. Those constricting walls meant to siphon him. Complicating the situation, Billy swelled through the damp partition. His Irish buddy had a fat dick, nearly displacing him. The challenge of staying embedded took its toll on him. He conflicted against Billy, and vice versa. He clenched his teeth and shuddered at their manipulation.
Billy drove himself through those compact cheeks. Matt bulged through the rear wall, grinding against his cock. He concentrated on Melissa's sweet ass and the pleasure it gave him, yet the frustration mounted. Melissa, deploying her inner resources, squashed him. He nonetheless maneuvered his cock through that lubricated bottleneck. Her anus widened under his steady thrust. He attempted to focus on butt-fucking her, though the urge to cum remained strong.
Melissa writhed euphorically above Matt. Having him in her pussy provided total excitement. She slid up and down him, enjoying his deep rub. Of the three, Matt had the least staying power. He looked ready to explode. Similarly, she was at that verge, too.
She took George out of her mouth and began jerking him off. "Come on, baby," she told Matt, "I want to feel you squirt. Oh, yeah. Cream my pussy. Yeah. Fill it with your hot goo.
Matt's lids closed over his glazed pupils. His features became misshapen. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to pop."
Melissa's cunt lips seized him. Up and down they tugged, smearing juice, compelling him to shoot. "Do it. Jizz me. Oh, yeah. Do it now."
"Arghh," he growled, jetting into her spongy snatch. "Arghh. Arghh."
She moaned. Matt flooded her. Jism oozed from the side of his cock. She rode out her pleasure while he was still hard. She latched onto his pussy-slick member, demanding traction. Her ass lifted and dropped on his lap. She could feel her climax building. Matt thrashed beneath her, in the final throes, while hers merely began.
"Oh, yeah," she screamed, contacting. "Ohhhh. Oh, God. Oh, God. Ohhhh."
She came vigorously, totally losing it. She swayed on Matt's lap, even with Billy attached. Every cell in her body resonated. Although her energy began to wane, it was a satisfying loss.
George's animal rumble came next, accompanied by a splash. Jism sprinkled over her tits and face. A healthy amount landed on her nipple, before dripping onto Matt. George's dick quivered in her fist, showering her with his liquefied excitement. His face was an agonized mask. She proceeded to stroke him, tapping the balance of his hot expulsion.
Billy pumped her in earnest. His object was simply to get off, fast. He couldn't handle the grip of her rectum another second. He groaned from its wrenching embrace. She reduced his will power to zero. He could no longer curb the impulse to cum.
Melissa whimpered as Billy's powerful arms surrounded her. "I'm going to cream in your ass. Ahhhh. Uhhhh."
She could feel the hot collection gathering in her rectum. Melissa made no effort to break free. She savored the pounding moment as he emptied himself into her bowels.
Billy pulled out and collapsed against her. George swooned as well. Matt appeared too numb to move.
Melissa smiled. "You boys deserve a rest. But don't take too long. I want more. Much more."
CHAPTER FOUR
"What does Melissa have that I don't?" Darcy Cannon asked after extinguishing the light in her cabin.
Randy Western, seated on the small love seat, grinned. "Who says you're deficient in any area?"
That evening, Darcy had dressed herself like a pin-up girl. Eclipsing her competition in the gaming room and getting Randy to really notice her was a serious concern. Randy favored the plunging blouse, the miniskirt, the strapped high heels. Never once did she feel upstaged.
Delivering a tumbler of Scotch, she approached him in a halting manner. She wanted nothing to dispel that evening's magic. Dinner and cocktails went splendidly. Offering him a nightcap in her room was nothing more than a cursory excuse. Surely, he understood the meaning behind her invitation. "Why can't a delicious man like you belong to me?"
He accepted both the drink and her flattery with a shrug. "What makes me a prize?"
Darcy leisurely took the seat beside him. With calculation, she brushed him with her tits, which protruded from her low-cut blouse. Her thick, sensual lips rounded before she plied him with her soft, honeyed voice. "Need I explain? You were sweet to cover my expenses for this wonderful trip, particularly when I was cash poor. You're extremely generous ... not to mention, sexy."
"Sexy?" he echoed with a grin. "I've got sixteen years on you."
"Thirty-eight is hardly ancient. Besides, I adore older men. They're so attentive. Guys my age are too involved in making money, going places. Women do not have precedence unless they get horny, at which point, we drop several notches." She gazed into his crystal-blue eyes, then caressed the back of his head. She combed through his sandy hair before descending upon his mouth. His mustache enhanced their kiss. Their tongues briefly met. "Besides that," she continued in a sultry tone, "you're blessed with incredible luck. Take your session at the roulette table this evening. You won a lot of money-a drop in the bucket to your massive fortune."
He chuckled. "I'm not rich."
"Financially independent," she revised. "An entrepreneur, a self-made man. You've made profitable investment choices and reaped the rewards. Perhaps you qualify as nouveau riche."
He made light of her description. "I keep my eye out for that rare deal. But you're correct. I've been graced with luck and opportunity."
She inched closer. T believe you're going to get lucky tonight."
"Oh, yeah?" His grin widened.
Her hand settled over the swell in his pants. Randy reacted to her onslaught of sparks. The element of surprise commonly rendered that effect. "While we were at the table, I couldn't help studying you and recalling our steamy afternoon in the shower."
Randy recognized the telling signs. Darcy's hastened breathing and misty look forwarded that opinion. Darcy was hungry for physical affection-and Randy had no reservation about furnishing it to her.
"You're tense, baby," he muttered in her ear. "Let me help you relax." His hands drifted lower, exploring Darcy's slender form. He glided over the upper muscles of her back, then worked his way toward her ass. Darcy pressed herself against his circulating fingertips. She very much wanted his expert kneading.
"I crave more than relaxation." She stroked the outline of his cock. She recalled the sensation of it inside her, thrust to the balls. With delicacy, she spurred its growth. She wanted him big, hard and primed for a marathon of pleasure.
Randy enclosed Darcy's compact buttocks and gave her a prolonged squeeze. He delved into her crack.
Darcy's gasp reverberated. "Your hands radiate electricity. I adore having them on me."
Groping that ass fiercely aroused Randy. Darcy was a sumptuous package, nicely put together. Whenever she happened upon the scene, even with Melissa around, he couldn't help noticing her. Darcy had a succulent charisma. That dark hair and those black eyes mesmerized him. He often got lost in those ebony pupils. The touch of those voluptuous lips invariably revived him.
After satisfying one urge, he subscribed to another. Randy cupped Darcy's mound and depressed his thumb. Her soft flesh yielded to the dent he made.
Darcy wailed, swayed sensuously against him. Those immense globes in her blouse jiggled as she writhed. "Oh, Randy. I want you so much. I thought of nothing but getting you in bed tonight."
Randy, dragging her onto his lap, urgently enfolded her. His pulse raced at the prospect of repeating that afternoon's romp. Darcy rubbed against his throbbing hard-on. The heat of her pussy nearly overwhelmed him. Darcy was clearly on fire. His tongue entered Darcy's mouth. Feverishly, she received it. Their tips darted. Darcy's joyful shivers abounded.
Darcy panted while grinding her crotch to that rigid lump. Concentrating on that distended cock nearly brought her to swift orgasm. "You get me so horny," she whispered, shaking. "I can't control myself." She slowed after several jerking seconds, unwilling to run out of steam. More than any other episode on the cruise, she wished Randy to remember their night of unrestrained passion.
Randy, however, rubbed her back. His hips moved, creating a pleasurable friction. He felt the girl's need in her frantic swivel. He grounded himself to that horny crotch. An appetite for cunt tweaked his taste buds. Darcy, no doubt, would reciprocate in her own fashion.
They tumbled onto the floor. The love seat was much too confining, and Darcy only had a single bed. The carpeted floor was their best alternative. Their inhibitions were shed prior to coming belly to belly. Each ripped off the other's clothes.
Randy longed for unobstructed flesh. He relieved Darcy of her silk blouse, tossing it in a heap. Her skirt followed. He deliberately neglected removing her "fuck me" shoes. He approved of the high heels with the straps around her ankles.
Darcy leaned into his clutches. Those large tits billowed in his hands. "Squeeze them, baby," she implored before unzipping him. "Tweak my nipples."
Those ripe pebbles throbbed against his palms. He rotated his palm, enjoying their pulsations. Capturing them with his thumb and forefinger, he twisted them.
Darcy's features were tensely lined. "Ohhhh."
Randy fastened his mouth to them, wielding a ferocious suck.
Darcy moaned from above. Casting her head back, she savored the rush that eager tongue afforded. She wove her fingers through Randy's sandy hair, shaking with desire. "Oh, yes. Suck them. More. Please."
Filling his mouth with those delicious stubs, he caused Darcy's wail to intensify. Teasing them with his lips, he experienced their development against his wriggling tongue. He sucked her to his satisfaction.
Darcy conserved enough of her strength to release his cock. She had relieved him of his pants, but struggled with his briefs. That wide-bodied mass of untamed man awaited her consumption. She slipped those briefs from his hips. His cock swung out, tall and solid. Extending her tongue, she gave him a few welcoming licks. Randy immediately groaned from those streaks of heated froth.
"Oh, yeah," Randy grunted behind clenched teeth. That sinuous thing afforded him a tickle he felt deep in his balls. Darcy began nibbling on him. Enjoying those rippling lips, his eyes rolled heavenward.
The dark fluff between her slinky legs intrigued him. He curved to that curly swarm without detaching himself from Darcy's adventuresome tip. The exhilarating strokes of her tongue were too wonderful to displace. He arranged himself to receive maximum benefit of those encompassing lashes. Darcy licked his balls until they were thoroughly wet. Disconnecting himself from her at that crucial stage was unthinkable.
At last, Randy faced the soaked lips of Darcy's cunt. Eating her became a necessity. Hunger drove him to that wispy nest. Her womanly scent wafted at him. He descended upon her snatch, pressing his tongue into its damp folds. Darcy's flaps separated to admit his limber tip. Randy swallowed her sugared secretions. Darcy's excitement flowed into his throat.
"Oh, Randy," Darcy sobbed as he wriggled into her juicy hole. His cock had been about to go into her mouth when that surge of weakness overtook her. "That feels so good."
"Mmmmmmm," he uttered, gorging himself on pussy.
When her wits were somewhat restored, Darcy renewed her effort to please him. She slurped that hard thing, applying a shiny coat. Her foamy drool riddled him with shivers. He groaned as she stuffed his dick in her mouth and sucked. Some preliminary goo vaporized on her undulating tongue. She savored that hearty taste of him. Her dark mane spilled over Randy's fleecy thighs while she fed upon his engorged member.
Randy, in turn, made a feast of her pussy. Her tangy juices flowed with each suck. Maintaining a firm hold of her flaps, he delved into that damp pulp. Darcy's taste roused the savage within him. He prodded those spongy membranes with his tip before sinking to her nectar-rich center. He elicited Darcy's prolonged moan before reaching bottom. Her inner walls were lined with sugar, all of which he promptly scoured. After several cleansing revolutions, Darcy convulsed.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. "I'm cumming. You're making me cum. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Randy hadn't begun to quench his thirst. He lapped her outpouring honey through that turbulent disruption. Darcy's sumptuous ass shook before him, seized with orgasm. He held her fast, slurping her snatch, until he could feel her pleasure's new ascent.
They writhed in splendor. Darcy's dark locks swirled over Randy's shifting body, centered over his lap. The frantic movement of Darcy's head preceded his eye-opening licks.
"Christ," he gasped, overwhelmed by her suck. Darcy gulped him to the trunk. Her lips were unstoppable. He elevated his hips, meeting her hungry gobble. "Suck me, baby. Suck my big dick. Oh, yeah. Take me into your throat."
Darcy drew strongly on him. She tugged on the skin, letting it bunch, before his full-length disappeared into her warm vacuum. Back and forth those lips went, puckering his cock. He nearly went out of his mind.
"Faster," he commanded. "Swallow me."
For encouragement, he molded her pussy lips to his face and employed a numbing suck. He lashed her clit several times before descending into her palatable snatch.
"Oh, yes," Darcy panted, withdrawing from his cock. "Slide your tongue into it. Deeper. Drink from me. Ohhhh. Oh, God, yes."
Randy concentrated on her clit. He rapidly lashed that swollen dot, recognizing the evolving tremors. Darcy tried to pull away, but he would have none of it. He subjected her to another orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhh." Darcy came furiously after Randy's assault. She leaned against his face, shuddering. Her love button throbbed against that furious tongue. He ingested her honey laced essence.
Her fast blinking and strangled gulps aroused Randy. His dick stiffened before her contorted face. He relished her agonizing journey.
Randy revolved around her clit, resuming his brand of torture. He provided no opportunity for Darcy to recover. He deliberately detained her in that lush fog, bombarding her with a volley of licks. He cleaned her pink borders of juice, then dove into her soaked cunthole for more. He basked in her spongy warmth, downing her secretions as they seeped toward his tongue. Darcy oozed endlessly at his flickering probe. Her quaking invariably built to a shattering crescendo, in which she violently climaxed.
He gave her orgasms beyond count. After one subsided, Randy initiated another. He deferred to her pleasure without seeking his own. All he required was a few resuscitating licks for motivation. Darcy gladly furnished him that. She managed to keep his dick wet, but failed to get him off.
Darcy eventually slowed. She no longer lapped his balls. Her stamina dwindled after enduring an hour of incalculable pleasure. Her head drooped, her tongue missing its aim.
Perceiving her wooziness, Randy turned her around. He peered into those dull, black pupils. She appeared far too numb to reciprocate.
Randy lowered her onto the floor, supine. He stared at Darcy's voluptuous body while stroking his saliva-laminated cock. He centered upon the pointed nipples, then dropped his gaze to her pussy. The dark nest of hair gleamed. The cunt lips which he had just eaten were pink and juicy.
Darcy was conscious of his beating off. "No," she weakly said. Her hand went up to stop him. Those black eyes glowed. "Let me finish you off with a blow job."
"It's okay, baby," he croaked, looping his fingers through hers. His tumult gave birth to a fever. "I want to look at you."
His dick, gathering in color, raged in his grasp. He jerked off harder. Her saliva functioned as a lubricant. His cock was hot and greasy. Up and down his fist went, massaging his every section.
Darcy's curvaceous form writhed below. Her bewitching nipples provided an ongoing thrill. He glimpsed her steamy expression. Darcy's lips parted and her tongue protruded, skimming the lush borders. She looked phenomenally hot. Those long, tanned legs separated. Her slit widened, then some fragrant seepage escaped.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered a split-second before convulsing.
His cum spilled onto her flesh like molten lava. Darcy sobbed as he sprinkled her. He directed his initial squirts at her nubs. A torrent of hot cum jetted in that area before he altered its path. A geyser landed on her stomach, then the balance of it splashed over her splayed snatch. She pinned back her sodden folds, permitting his burning ejaculate to accumulate there. Arching her back, she moaned.
Feeling his power wane, Randy tumbled onto his back. He threw an arm over his eyes and gasped for air. Rivulets of sweat poured from his temple.
Darcy cuddled beside him. She retained not an ounce of vitality. Shortly, her breathing lengthened. She welcomed sleep after that delightful incident.
Randy waited until he was certain Darcy had lapsed into a pleasant dream. She was extraordinarily gorgeous, and like Melissa, completely trusting. Her hyped opinion of him was quite flattering ... and totally inaccurate.
Neither Melissa, nor Darcy, had a clue from where his money came. He had no intention of enlightening them.
He rose to his feet without disturbing her rest. Darcy was too exhausted to notice. She irrefutably enjoyed his tongue. The multiple orgasms had taken their toll on her.
Randy exited via the connecting door. Once inside the cabin he shared with Melissa, he took note of her absence. His gullible blonde, no doubt, was the all-night party girl. Her abandonment suited him.
He began changing. He donned dark clothing: a black pullover shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Before taking his leave, he grabbed a duffel bag. It contained a map that detailed the occupants of each cabin.
Randy mentally compiled a list of desired cabins. He memorized the names of all the significant guests on the Enchantress, as well as the precious items they had stored. In his line of business, complete knowledge of such data was essential.
The locks on the doors were simple to tackle. Randy possessed all the necessary gadgets to gain entry. He managed to defeat the mechanism without drawing notice. Fortunately, the halls were vacant.
Each cabin came equipped with safes. Randy had laughed while examining the one in his quarters. It was pathetically easy to manipulate. He was an expert in that field.
Once inside, he donned his dark mask. If the occupant returned before he was through emptying the contents of his or her safe, Randy knew precisely how to camouflage himself so that he blended in the scenery or darkness. He was a master at slipping soundlessly out of a room without rousing suspicion.
The cabin he invaded yielded a hoard of diamonds. Mrs. Grainger, wife of a rich industrialist, must have brought along her entire collection. Randy chose carefully. There were many more guests from whom to steal. He made prudent selections. The items he took had to be disposable. He had access to channels that were virtually untraceable. Sensibility, however, was common practice.
He deposited his selections in his bag, then departed. The objects in the safe were arranged to their original configuration. He fled from the room without wasting a single step.
The cruise was scheduled to last six more days, with two stops at scenic ports. In that amount of time, Randy planned to relieve at least ten guests of their valuables. Having the girls along provided an excellent screen. Those that had been struck would hardly accuse a man who had such lively distraction.
Of course, the girls knew nothing of his secret career. Their ignorance was the best alibi. Besides, they were so willing to please him, their judgment was distorted by lust. His impeccability remained intact.
Randy chuckled as he surreptitiously returned to his room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rob O'Shea consulted his slate prior to arriving at his next destination. Cabin number three-twenty lacked a "Do Not Disturb" sign. In Rob's mind, that equated to "Please Clean As Soon Possible." Guests habitually forgot to exhibit such notification. Thus, Rob derived those conclusions.
Having accepted the position of Room Steward, Rob never failed to be shocked by the state people left their sleeping quarters. Lipstick and cum stains on the sheets, used rubbers in the trash can, clothes strewn about irrespective of their value, were commonly found. Litter of every variety-crushed beer cans, junk food wrappers, cigarette butts-were randomly discarded. Rob was largely of the opinion cruise ships catered to a very messy crowd. He was so hardened to each chaotic situation that nothing fazed him.
Rob wasn't crazy about his job, but it enabled him to put money in the bank for tuition. His ambition to be a high-powered lawyer demanded immeasurable funds. His base salary was a mere pittance. Cruise ships historically compensated their employees with paltry sums. Fortunately, the tips he earned subsidized the amount. Some guests were generous, others miserly. Room and board were extended him, by that making the job a worthwhile proposition.
Rob was a giant in terms of height. He cleared six feet, eight inches and roughly weighed two-hundred-ten pounds, which was almost entirely muscle. He had dark brown hair and a plain face, which a pair of dark-framed glasses further neutralized. The lenses, he felt, lent him a scholarly look. He chose loose clothing that concealed a smooth, muscular physique. When he shed his glasses and donned a swimsuit, his transformation to a hunk was almost startling. He was the very picture of robust health. Rob was not in the habit of baring his pecs for the female public. He tended to be shy and steered away from crowds.
He inserted his pass key into the lock and turned it. The condition of the cabin did not differ from the dozens he'd tidied since ten that morning. Its disarray came as no surprise.
Entering the room, he began his ritual of emptying waste baskets and sprinkling cleaning powder in the sink. Switching into that mode, he operated with efficiency. All cabins had an identical layout. Rob patterned his movements to the room's narrow contours. The length of his limbs instilled that discipline.
While hustling, he glimpsed the bed. The linens were so rumpled, he hadn't distinguished a slumbering figure. A low sound of female origin droned, accompanied by some shifting. Red hair spilled out from the sheet.
It slowly occurred to Rob that the occupant hadn't vacated the room. His initial thought was to immediately withdraw from its premises.
The woman in that disheveled bedding heavily sighed. Rob wondered if something was wrong and went to her.
He briefly studied her from his new perspective. She was a complete knockout: red hair, green eyes and full, sensual lips. Beneath the covers, he noticed large, jutting breasts. Those emerald pupils glimmered.
"I'm sorry," he explained. "I didn't realize someone was in here. I'll go."
"No. Please don't." Her syllables, though slurred, were incomprehensible.
The woman failed to answer. A shapely leg slowly swung out. The sheet came down, exposing those big tits. Rob had never seen nipples so pink and ripe. They positively bulged at him. She bewitched him. Rob fought back the impulse to touch her. It wasn't right to take advantage of someone in her condition.
The color gathered in his cheeks. "I ought to go."
"No. I want you here." The rest of the bedding was pushed aside to bare her copper colored fur. Tanned, sleek legs opened in lustful greeting. The woman, he saw, was without a stitch.
Mustering her strength, she made a concerted effort to abort that decision. Her hands flew out, grasping the backs of his thighs. Because Rob's uniform consisted of shorts, she made direct contact with his skin. Her touch generated electricity. He trembled from the sparks. Before he could reposition himself, she rubbed her face heatedly against his groin.
"Don't go," she purred. Her nose, cheeks and chin were smashed to his crotch.
Rob groaned. He could feel the start of an erection. The woman strongly provoked him. "Hey, I'm on my shift. I can't-"
"Sure you can." With distinct authority, she added, "I want you to stay."
His protestations meant nothing to her. He could scarcely argue with the flow of those seductive hands. The caress of her nails to his bare skin tampered with his moral code. He attempted to combat the embers she kindled, but heat rapidly spread through his groin. Blood filled his cock, slowly enlarging it. Rob shook his head. It was a battle he was destined to lose.
He gazed at her stunning beauty with a sense of helplessness. Per his chart, the cabin belonged to Jennifer Tate. She was too much to resist. Those green eyes, no longer clouded by sleep, were sparkling gems. Those vividly red lips reckoned him. He read their unspoken suggestions.
She pressed the distended shape in his shorts. "Mmmmm. That's nice." She outlined his manly swell with her fingernail. Her breasts lifted with a deep inhalation. A flush came to her cheeks. "I want to fuck it."
"We can't," he croaked. He hadn't anticipated entering a cabin and providing impromptu stud service. Her silvery caress robbed him of speech. He couldn't think clearly-not while fighting against all that female enthusiasm. "Someone might find us. I'll get in trouble."
"I'll assume full responsibility," she whispered while undoing his belt. She was intolerant of his excuses. Getting him naked became imperative. After twisting the top button, his shorts descended. A wealth of sinew formed those sturdy thighs. Next, she tugged off his underwear. His dick, strained with excitement, swayed at her. Ten rigid inches projected in her face. "My God. Get in bed with me now."
Rob almost fell on top of her. Gravity and balance precluded that accident. She wiggled to the side, affording him adequate space to land. He tumbled onto the mattress with a groan. Automatically, his knees came up. Jennifer's bed was too small to adapt to his hulking figure.
Jennifer was absolutely voracious. She straddled his muscular body. A soft, warm butt settled on his lap. Rob's will power deserted him. He submitted to her. Those big tits rocked in his face, the nipples resembling bullets. Her mouth went over his. She swept his cheeks, then provoked his tongue into action.
While frenching with him, she nearly ripped the buttons from his shirt. Getting her hands on his brawny chest was critical. She fondled his hairless pecs. Rob had a magnificent physique. His muscular definition totally aroused her.
Her fingers curled around his stiff cock. Rob's member stretched through her urgent clasp. He was enormous. She trembled at the prospect of it reaching far into her cunt. His impressive dimensions promised an awesome slide.
Rob gasped as she stroked him. Her gentle handling precipitated a serious throb. He suspected that her sustained jerk would have resulted in his explosion.
Her pussy went directly over that blunt head. "You're so big," she moaned, absorbing him.
Her head veered back as she took pleasure in sitting on him. His thick cock charged through her sopping lips. He completely vanished after a snap of her hungry hips. Jennifer sank to his balls with a prolonged sigh. "Ohhhh."
Rob's steady hands spanned her luscious butt cheeks. He caught that sweet ass, then manipulated its direction. The baking moisture of her snatch overwhelmed him. His head pressed into the pillow. The encompassing heat of her cunt banished all threat of discovery. "Jesus."
Jennifer rose and fell, enjoying that rigid shaft. Toward her womb, it slid, solid and invigorating. She clasped his shoulders, then lifted and dropped herself. She was much too excited to remain still. Her pussy greased him from the tip to his sac. Her juices dribbled over the distended veins of his cock.
Rob lost it. His situation ceased to hold meaning. Jennifer was no longer a horny guest who seduced him. She was a willing receptacle for his pleasure. He spoke to her as though she were a vixen who had the spunk to fire his libido. "Fuck that thing, baby," Rob urged, watching her bounce. "Fuck it. Oh, yeah. Take me into that hot pussy. Ahhhh. Oh, yeah. Bury me in that tight snatch."
She looked utterly beautiful, rocking herself to distraction on his thighs. Her emerald eyes glittered with contentment. Those sleek hips warred with his, creating some cock-screeching friction. That incredible pussy of hers slithered over his dick like a second skin. She rode him hard and fast, causing his joy to spiral.
He filled his hands with those giant tits. The nipples pulsated in his grip. She moaned as he squeezed them.
He wanted that soft pussy to massage every part of him. He leisurely sawed through that sopping entrance, savoring its quivering seal. Those cunt lips attempted to milk him. They latched onto his embedded cock, yielding a fierce suck. He groaned from their exquisite pull.
Every second she humped him was relished. The moist sounds of cock grinding against cunt echoed in the cabin, along with their moans of ecstasy. She loved having his thriving flesh smothered between her legs.
Arching her back, she elevated her nipples. The air conditioning flowing into her cabin brushed those pointed tips. She undulated at that gentle whirring.
She clutched the muscular contours of his thighs with a sob. His flesh was firm and heavily muscled. She ground her pussy to his base, deriving guttural satisfaction from their tight linkage. Her pussy expanded to accommodate that thickest part of him. A rapturous smile came to her lips. She conditioned herself to men who were huge.
He braced himself for the oncoming grip of her snatch. Curving his spine, he drove himself to the hilt. Several times, she launched a tempo that would have resulted in his swift orgasm. Her hips moved with fiery purpose. He shook off the urge to cum. Thrusting hard and sure into her hot loins, he intended to fully quench her thirst.
Rob's pupils rolled up into their sockets. The lenses of his glasses became steamed. His mouth rounded before he emitted an extended gasp. His heavy exhalation thrilled her. She loved being impaled on him.
Rob seized her in the middle of her abandoned gyrations. She came to a halt. He traced her jawline, then cupped the back of her head. His lips reached for hers. Their tongues anxiously met. She moaned in his mouth, then wrapped her arms around him. Her hard nipples pierced his firm chest.
Gradually, its heat filtered through his system-a warmth that traveled to his balls. The urge to cum was powerful, irrevocable. He could not halt his eruption by reducing the speed of his thrusts. He was well beyond the point of no return.
Her passion had flared. She appeared tense, riding out her joy. She shook roughly.
"Are you going to cum?" he hoarsely asked.
Swallowing hard, she nodded.
He watched while she entered her final throes. He endured her savage contractions. His dick itched in that slippery hole. He clenched his teeth. The light in her eyes dimmed as the storm subsided.
"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, preparing to discharge in that spongy cunt. "Arghh."
Jennifer, reviving from her dazed interval, acted quickly. She yanked out Rob's cock before he began squirting. A geyser shot from the tip, then cascaded over her knuckles. He twitched madly in her fist, a fount of hot goo.
"Ahhhh," he mumbled, totally disoriented. She siphoned his cum with a milking grip. He shuddered on his back, his dark pupils glazing over. He seemed incapable of catching his breath. "Ahhhh."
Jennifer's lips curved. Perched on his lap, she experienced the power of his release. He pitched on her bed, fraught with seizures. She took complete ownership of his feverish condition.
"That was good, baby," she murmured to his incoherent expression. "You made me cum hard with this big cock. I can still feel it rubbing me inside."
Trembling and numb, Rob sank into the pillows.
Jennifer refreshed herself after Rob left. She agreed to evacuate the room within an hour and attached no further stipulations.
Rob afforded her a satisfying morning diversion treat. Like the waiter she seduced the afternoon before, Rob was a sheer delight.
Her voyage on the Enchantress, however, was not designed merely for her pleasure. She had undertaken a mission, and could not discount that fact. Her superiors wouldn't take kindly to her streak of wildness. Though they were understanding people, her frequent outbreaks of lust would undoubtedly test their patience. She had to get serious about accomplishing her objective.
Surrounded by a populace that consisted primarily of mouth-watering studs, she painfully realized her weakness for male flesh. Before a secret agent, she was a woman.
Jennifer Tate had been assigned by the government agency that employed her to track Randy Western, who was suspected of jewelry theft. His forays into the colonies of the rich increased his personal wealth tenfold. None of her predecessors succeeded in amassing tangible evidence linking him to the crimes. Suspicion was the single, overriding factor.
Jennifer intended to bring him to justice. In the guise of a tourist, she closely observed him. Two beautiful women accompanied him: Darcy Cannon and Melissa Stewart. Jennifer was apprised of the extent of each relationship. Melissa was principally his woman, the other merely a girlfriend invited for fun.
Striking up a friendship with one of them and gaining her confidence would serve a valuable purpose. Slowly, she could ingratiate herself into Randy's intimate world. From her detailed observations, she judged Melissa highly receptive for that use.
Jennifer had a fairly decent achievement record. Her predecessors had been men. In that regard, she believed she had the advantage. Nabbing that notorious cat burglar would surely entitle her to a promotion. Where the others failed, she planned to emerge victorious.
First, however, she had to gain better control over her predatory urges. Sex was great, but much too diverting. Limiting her interludes to those primarily involved was wisest.
A lingering soreness between her legs, a souvenir from Rob, prevailed. That delicious stud left a ten-inch void in her pussy.
When her assignment was completed, she aimed to get his phone number.
CHAPTER SIX
Melissa Stewart descended into the bubbling Jacuzzi after a brutal session with the Caribbean sun. She'd been out all morning and felt as though she were on fire. A second after making contact with those icy jet streams, she sighed. Plunging herself into cold salt water that had been siphoned from the ocean definitely hit the spot.
The sunbathers positioned themselves for maximum exposure. Tanning lotion was uniformly distributed as a protective measure from the ultraviolet rays. Melissa scrutinized the arrangement of succulent flesh. Her appetite increased at the sight of athletically built men in their skimpy briefs. The bulges in their swimwear set her pulse in motion. The dick of an exceptionally gifted man nearly snaked from its scant confines. The deck featured an abundance of beefcake, along with a smattering of luscious, bikinied babes. Those clad in thongs warranted prolonged study. Melissa developed a true respect for the competition.
A refreshing gale swept over her. The Enchantress seductively swayed in the emerald colored water. Above, the hot, punishing sun reigned its unswerving brilliance. She squinted at its fiery display. The scene nature painted was of picture postcard caliber.
A passing body temporarily blocked Melissa's line of vision. The subsequent splash informed her that she had company in the Jacuzzi. She gazed into a pair of green eyes, noting the sensuous lips and spill of red hair. A curvaceous female, resplendent in a thong bikini, had joined her. Scattered drops glistened on her big tits.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, smiling. "I was burning up."
The woman's obvious sensuality struck her. Melissa could not dispute its power. "Help yourself. It's free to everyone."
"I'm Jennifer Tate."
"Melissa Stewart." She attempted to avert her gaze, but that luscious body provoked her analysis. The sun had intimately kissed her shapely flesh. Melissa found no sign of tan marks.
"Pleased to meet you." She gestured to the sweltering assemblage lined on the deck. Countless bodies of strapping perfection occupied the lounging chairs. "Enjoying the scenery?"
"Naturally." The dizzying heat, blazing sun and soothing rhythm of the Jacuzzi gradually altered Melissa's mind set. Something much softer and tastier replaced the urge for male flesh. She felt herself becoming drawn to her visitor. Bit by bit, Jennifer Tate intrigued her. The underwater jets, battering her snatch, largely contributed to that evolution. Men lost their glamour. She considered the occasions in which she and Darcy explored their curiosity to its fullest. Peering into Jennifer's eyes, she underwent that familiar transition. Melissa squelched the urge to finger her clit.
Jennifer must have recognized that telling glint in her eyes. Melissa detected no reproach, nor evasion. The voluptuous redhead appeared receptive to Melissa's progression of thought. "You have flawless skin, and a lovely mouth. I presume you have little need for cosmetics."
Melissa grew warm. The sun wasn't solely responsible for her rise in temperature. She opened and closed her legs, welcoming those hydraulic vibrations. Tingles bombarded her snatch. "I'm about to pass out."
"Let's go somewhere to cool off."
Melissa comprehended the suggestion in her tone. She distinguished her yearning. "Sure."
They lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, gasping for air and clinging to each other's flesh. Jennifer judged Melissa's enslavement nearly complete. She lifted her face from Melissa's cunt. Her lips were coated with Melissa's tangy secretions. She gazed at that pussy, moist from her saliva. The blonde curls framing that pussy exuded their womanly fragrance.
Melissa's climax coincided with her own. Melissa had licked her to orgasm. Jennifer applauded her style. Melissa exhibited stamina. Her tongue never stopped with its vitalizing lash. Relentlessly darting, it pursued her clit. Jennifer moaned at her building pleasure until orgasm became inescapable.
Surrounded by her trim thighs, Melissa lapped the remnant of her seepage. Jennifer sobbed as she wriggled into her sensitive cunt. Her pink folds yielded to her insistent brush. "God. You're driving me out of my mind."
Melissa smirked. "I was thirsty."
Jennifer was pleased to have aroused Melissa to that degree. She relished those silken licks. Her delight chiefly stemmed from proposing that they adjourn to the cabin she shared with Randy. Melissa readily agreed. She hoped to exhaust that succulent blonde so she could conduct a thorough search. Randy's things were highly visible.
Melissa, however, did not succumb from a marathon of cunt-lapping. Jennifer made her cum several times, yet it merely heightened her appetite. Melissa's hunger was prevalent with each consecutive mouthful.
"Do you like men?" Melissa asked.
"Of course." Her fingers wove through those damp, blonde curls. "It's not every day, however, that I get some of this. Some women aren't open to experimentation."
Melissa shivered as Jennifer's hand tightened in that area. She bared white teeth, then moaned.
"Perhaps you're in the mood for something different," Jennifer broached. She reached into her bag and retrieved a vibrator.
She clearly amused Melissa. "You brought that along, in addition to tanning lotion and a towel?"
"I come prepared." Jennifer included it with her things as a last resort. She had no idea what kinds of complications might evolve from her session with Melissa. The machine's faint whirring gave her goose bumps. That contraption occasionally went between her legs when having a man was inconvenient.
Melissa remained flexible. She permitted Jennifer to glide over her stomach and across her nipples. The rousing vibrations of the machine produced a fresh bout of sobs. She trembled as that whirring tip traveled along her susceptible skin. Her pussy gradually tightened with lust. Jennifer drew delicious patterns over her tits. She possessed an innate knowledge of where the vibrator would feel best. Melissa breathlessly deferred to her.
Turning Melissa on with the vibrator awakened a primitive need in Jennifer as well. She got horny watching the blonde's reaction. Making Melissa's pussy wet inflamed her own stimulus.
"Mmmmmmmm," Melissa sighed, writhing against its humming splendor. "That feels good."
Jennifer directed the tip to those swollen nipples. Melissa's head rolled from side to side as she digested pleasurable sensations. Her own nubs protruded like bullets, simply from watching Melissa.
Melissa clawed the sheets. "Oh, yes."
The vibrator made its way to her snatch. Jennifer suspended the moment, circling her pubic thatch. Melissa's thighs opened in anticipation. Her pussy oozed with desire. She cruised to it, separating the lips.
Melissa bit her bottom lip. Jennifer placed that thing on her clit. Its vibrations drove her mad. She lifted herself to it, meeting that oscillating tip. Her knees shot up and her back arched. "Oh, God. Ohhhh."
Jennifer masturbated her with it. She trained it over her love button, then studied its effect. Melissa undulated, huffing and puffing. "Do you like it?"
For several pounding seconds, Jennifer's solitary answer was a monotonous sob. Her beautiful features became misshapen. "I'm going to cum," she squealed. "Ohhhh."
Watching Melissa yield to her aroused Jennifer. She embraced that voluptuous body. Their mouths met in a starved rush. Jennifer drilled her with her tongue, eliciting a feverish cry. That blonde fiercely engaged her lust. She nearly forgot the task at hand.
Melissa nibbled on Jennifer's sensual lips. Those moist pecks evolved into wet kisses along her throat and ear. "Let me do you now. Give me the vibrator."
Jennifer smiled. "I'm not through with you yet." She availed herself of those plump nipples. She teethed them without leaving marks. She sucked hard on those knobs, making them throb in her mouth.
"Ohhhh," Melissa moaned, clutching to her.
Jennifer furnished her more vibrating ecstasy. She ventured between Melissa's legs. The humming device glided across her furry patch. She divided her sodden flaps with the tip, then sank into that juicy gap.
Melissa elevated her hips. "Fuck me with it."
Jennifer tucked the end between her sex-puffy lips. Melissa sharply exhaled. Swallowing roughly, Jennifer pushed. Melissa's head rolled from side to side. She choked back a sob. The vibrator made a steady descent. Melissa's pussy noisily responded to its introduction. Jennifer listened to the slick sounds. Melissa moved her hips, rubbing the plastic shaft. Her snatch made screechy contact.
"More," she breathlessly pleaded. "More."
Jennifer was unable to fulfill her request. Doing so would have resulted in her forfeiting the instrument. In and out it went, allowing vibration to pleasure her. The machine hummed against her susceptible walls.
"Oh, yeah," Melissa wept.
Jennifer functioned to Melissa's delight. The blonde sobbed as she sawed through her cunt. The vibrator worked its magic. Back and forth Jennifer wandered while Melissa spouted her praise. The wet sounds emerging from her snatch related Melissa's joy.
"Fuck me," Melissa pleaded. "Fuck me good. Faster. Oh, yeah. Fuck my pussy."
The vibrator sank to its limit, filling Melissa's cunt with its intense beat. Upon occasion, Jennifer removed it from that drenched orifice and stroked her clit. She rotated its tip with purpose.
Melissa's ass swiveled against the sheets. Her expression was a study of rapture. She adamantly maintained the thread of communication.
Melissa felt faint as it stabbed into her cunt. Oh, God. She hadn't expected to tremendously enjoy it. Her contractions were powerful, sapping her might. Ohhhh. Her energy waned.
Randy Western strode through the hall with resolve. Most passengers were either sunbathing or gambling. He contemplated going through a few cabins while they were vacant. The Hallingers reportedly stowed their Faberge egg in their cabin's vault, along with several precious gold pieces. Breaking into their room and defeating the combination of their safe was accomplishable during a mid afternoon lull.
Fortunately, Darcy had dozed off while tanning her back. The ample coating of sunscreen would protect her from the harsh, ultraviolet rays. Randy glanced at her before electing to take advantage of the respite. He quietly departed the scene without mentioning a word.
Nearing the cabin he shared with Melissa, he caught an unmistakable cacophony of female sobs. Their abandoned harmony arrested his concentration. Realizing that Darcy basked in the fiery brilliance with other sun worshipers, he concluded that Melissa had a new sex partner. A grin slowly took shape. The novelty of their erotic adventure overrode his previous plan to pilfer some guest quarters.
He silently opened the door and peeked through the crack. Melissa was in bed with a stunning redhead. Her set of outstanding curves quickened his pulse. She was fucking her with something-a vibrator, he supposed-and intermittently slurping her pussy.
Hmmmm, he pondered, examining Melissa's friend. He definitely approved of her taste in women. The redhead was positively luscious.
Jennifer scooped up Melissa's boobs, bringing the nipples into perfect alignment. She lashed across the two points. Melissa pulsated against her tongue. Her flesh was soft, malleable.
Melissa gasped. "Fuck me some more, Jennifer. Please." She ran her hands up and down her back. "Bury it in my snatch. I love feeling it hum."
Randy's cock swelled through the front of his swimsuit. He gazed at Jennifer's naked backside, nestled between Melissa's splayed legs, and suppressed a groan. The sight of his girlfriend with another woman made him restless. He was rock-hard and dying for a piece of that beautiful ass.
Jennifer leaned forward to kiss Melissa. Her red mane spilled over her shoulders as their lips touched. They lingered in that position. Randy was certain their tongues were inside each other's mouth. He reached for his dick. He couldn't help but touch himself.
"Maybe I ought to give you more head," Jennifer whispered. "Putting the vibrator in you has gotten me so horny. I keep smelling your sweet pussy while I fuck it."
"I want to eat you, too," Melissa purred. "Yes. I want your snatch in my mouth."
Randy lowered his swimsuit and began stroking his cock. Huddled by the door, he doubted his actions were perceivable to a spectator's eye. He softly exhaled through clenched teeth. Fixing an eye on those two, he saw Jennifer's tongue steer toward Melissa's cunt. He pulled on his thing while listening to his girlfriend moan. Some very interesting noises emanated from his cabin. He heard cunts splitting open, wet and ready. More moaning followed, husky and deep. He saw Jennifer's quivering ass as she scrambled into position. After savoring her oral flutter, Melissa dragged Jennifer's pussy to her face and made a meal of it.
"Fuck me with your tongue," Jennifer begged. "Oh, yes. Stab me with the tip."
Melissa hungrily obeyed.
Randy salivated over those flexing butt cheeks. He thought the scene incredibly hot.
Sweat cropped at his brow. His heart achieved a staccato beat. His dick slid tightly through his fist.
Jennifer sucked all the juice Melissa's pussy could yield. She crammed her tongue into that flavor-rich muff, licking the sides. The blonde wept as she slipped in and out of her saturated cunt.
Melissa returned the favor. She devoured Jennifer with burning enthusiasm. The redhead's clit baked in her mouth before she teased it with her tongue.
Jennifer trembled from her suck. Melissa's oral powers were beyond praise. She was about to cum with her lips wrapped securely to her cunt. The licking was too marvelous to elude. She grew flush and lightheaded as Melissa's suction intensified.
Over Jennifer's quivering ass, Melissa spotted Randy at the door. He surreptitiously observed them. Lowering her gaze, she noted the swollen cock and his stimulating motion. The heat obviously had gotten to him. He craved either a blow job or some pussy.
Aware of her partner's delicate stage, Melissa finished off Jennifer with her mouth. She gulped down her tangy secretions while preoccupying herself with that throbbing clit. She gauged her licks by Jennifer's hoarse exhalation and mounting squeal.
"Oh, yeah," Jennifer whimpered, curving herself to Melissa's face. "Don't stop. I'm going to cum. Ohhhh."
Melissa drank her excitement. Jennifer gushed against her snake-like tip. She made a great ceremony of getting her off, knowing it fed Randy's erotic imagination. When Jennifer's flesh ceased shaking, she detached her lips. "Don't just stand there. Come on in, baby."
Jennifer was vaguely conscious of Randy's entrance. Melissa orally subdued her. She couldn't process a lucid thought. Melissa's bubbly saliva glutted her pussy.
Randy removed his swimsuit and climbed onto the bed behind Jennifer. "Where did you find this lovely lass?"
"In the Jacuzzi." Melissa fondled Jennifer's curvaceous form. "Right now, I believe she could use a cock."
He grinned, then turned to the redhead. "That true?"
Jennifer regained some coherence. Randy's shaft, thick and rigid, was an inch from her hand. Her fingers coiled about his plump shaft. He palpitated in her enclosed fist. His dick scorched her palm. She considered that raging manhood buried in her thumping center. "Yeah," she said huskily, "I want it."
Her sizzling massage wiped the grin from his face. Randy burned with need. He longed for her wet, steamy clasp. He separated those soft, sleek legs. A vision of red fur between them launched his rapid pulse. He guided his dick into its juicy crack.
Jennifer's lips twisted. Randy sank into her from behind. Her pussy expanded around that wide cock.
Oh, wow, she thought, her wits tousled. That was a whole lot of man to fuck.
Jennifer could not refute the thrill Randy's cock provided. He stirred her loins with that big thing. She hadn't figured on fucking him so soon, but having placed herself in that compromising situation, she had no regrets. Pushing back, she received his cock. He speared her tender flesh. That thing continued to grow while submerged. She could feel it stretch and harden. "Oh, yes. Take me all the way. Ohhhh. Fuck me."
Melissa framed her face with her hands, then steered Jennifer to her snatch. "Eat me," she commanded, offering her that pink flesh wreathed in blonde curls. "Suck that pussy." Melissa spread her legs wide to feel the thrust of Jennifer's tongue. That taste of snatch revived her. Jennifer began gulping her sugary fluid.
Randy sliced into hot, receptive cunt. Jennifer opened up wide for him. Nothing rivaled going inside a woman, he thought. That clamp of those lips made him big and hard. He was going to finish what those two started. His dick charged into that snatch, making it his own. He groaned as it swallowed him whole. "That's what you needed, baby: a stiff cock. Can you feel me?"
"Yes," she gasped, lifting her mouth from Melissa's sodden folds. The coarse hair of Randy's thighs scratched her skin. He impaled her to the limit. His velvet sac strained at her dilated rim. Seizing her waist, he pushed and pulled himself through her snug pussy. He pumped her with complete authority. "Oh, yes. Fuck me."
Randy enjoyed doing her. The redhead fucked as good as she looked. He stabbed into her wet, wanting loins. She was a sweet departure from his regular diet of blondes and brunettes.
Melissa reclaimed Jennifer's head and navigated it to her neglected snatch. Her tongue settled into her succulent groove, then proceeded to send her into orbit. She afforded her fast, satisfying licks. Undulating, Melissa accepted their full measure.
Jennifer moaned. Randy reared back, then gave it to her hard. He jammed her pussy with cock. He made certain of grinding her clit, too. He sawed through her cunt until it was virtual pulp. His groin pummeled her ass cheeks. He bombarded her entire body with pleasure.
Melissa was ecstatic. She was pleased to see Randy getting Jennifer off. She could tell Jennifer had peaked from her pinched cheeks and misty eyes. The redhead swiftly recovered and began her next ascent.
Jennifer swung forward and captured more of Randy's hard dick. Her pussy sucked him down to the base. She sheathed Randy in her quivering loins.
The three of them rocked the bed, nourished by a plethora of flesh and moisture. Jennifer came again. Randy's thrusts got her there fast. Her rough breathing was his signal. That bone-like monster brought her to orgasm. "I'm cumming, Randy. I'm cumming."
Randy pumped her hard and fast, finishing her off. His balls pummeled that quivering ass. Oh, yeah. He slid through that soaked crevice, approaching the brink of explosion. That pussy condensed around his rigid member.
Another idea took shape. Randy pulled out of Jennifer and crawled over to Melissa. Her gorgeous face floated into view. He worked himself with his fist. Jennifer's juices had lubricated the skin of his dick. "Eat her, Jennifer," he grunted while jerking off. "Suck her clit. Make her cum with your mouth."
Jennifer almost had her there. Melissa responded intensely to her expert whips. She wildly thrashed against that vibrant tip.
Melissa sobbed, feeling it happen. The pleasurable weakness overtook her. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to its embracing warmth. "Keep licking me. Ohhhh. Don't stop. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Randy aimed at her contorted face. Jism splashed on her cheeks and chin, then sprinkled over her nipples. Melissa shivered in delight.
"Ughhh," Randy groaned, then turned to Jennifer so she could receive a creamy facial. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Jennifer basked in his salvo of jism. She writhed beside Melissa, welcoming his rain of white goo.
After orgasm ravaged him of strength, Randy collapsed on his back. Melissa and Jennifer collectively lapped the remnants of jism. Melissa could taste Jennifer on his dick. Another woman's juices on her man afforded her a lasting thrill.
None of them noticed that the connecting door was ajar. Darcy furtively watched. She had returned from her tanning session in time to witness that lewd scene. It hurt, knowing some other woman received pleasure from Randy. Sharing him with Melissa was a mild irritation, but the sight of that other voluptuous female exacted its toll. Jealousy raged through Darcy. She wanted Randy for herself.
Melissa wasn't truly devoted to Randy. She strung him along. In time, she would replace him with another meal ticket. Darcy longed to have him permanently.
She prayed the episode with the redhead was limited to a single occurrence, never repeated. There was genuine competition on the ship, but Darcy aimed to keep Randy busy and fiercely interested.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By the next morning, the Enchantress lowered its anchor at a plush, equatorial port. Many of the passengers, including Melissa, took the shuttle boat to shore, armed with credit cards and traveler's checks. The island boasted a shopping district with literally thousands of duty-free items.
Darcy deliberately remained behind with Randy. Her suggestion of an afternoon lazing on the beach met an enthusiastic reception. Randy, who disliked patronizing the tourist traps, favored the notion of basking in the sun and sand after two days of pitching in the ocean. Though he did not suffer from sea sickness, having the scorching particles beneath his feet in the midst of a tropical serenity promoted a tonic benefit.
Darcy's design was far more enterprising. She sought to redraw the boundaries of their relationship. Her wish that Randy would ditch Melissa seemed impossible, yet she was willing to make the investment.
She chose a site remote from the ship. The selection process was a vital element in her scheme. Unwilling to compete with the luscious bodies of sexy adversaries, Darcy yearned for him to dwell solely on her body. She wished no distractions of any variety. She pictured a scene that exclusively consisted of her and Randy in the lap of Mother Nature.
Darcy spread a blanket across the golden sand. With calculation, she bent over and furnished Randy a heart-stopping view of her ass. She willed his eyes to linger over its heart shaped contours. The thong bikini she wore was the most brutal of her wardrobe. Its scant material scarcely contained her tits and ass. Her outfit was little more than patches of cloth attached by strings. She was convinced it had the desired effect on Randy. No doubt, he protruded from his speedos. Its pouch offered minimal room for expansion.
After a presumably long study, she got on her stomach. She whipped her long, dark mane over one shoulder. "Would you mind oiling my back?"
Randy knelt beside her. Darcy looked undeniably scrumptious. He squeezed a generous amount of lotion on that perfectly formed back and worked it into her skin. He subscribed to lavish circles that narrowed in scope. The strings to her bikini came apart. Darcy made no attempt to refasten them, nor did she instruct him to do so.
"Isn't it a lovely day?" she remarked. "This place is a veritable haven, don't you think?"
Although concurring, he reserved comment. The symmetry of her large, rounded breasts, tiny waist and compact butt cheeks impressed him. He handled her delightful flesh with care. He distributed the oil evenly while ogling her body.
He was glad he'd revised his plans about plundering the ship while its occupants spilled onto the dock. Spending some quality time with Darcy seemed almost therapeutic. His tension level had run high. The threat of getting caught occasionally haunted him.
"I wish we could remain here forever," she said.
"Forever? Wouldn't you tire of the perpetually sunny skies and clean air? Wouldn't you crave the diversity of the city, with its malls and dance clubs?"
"You're mistaking me for Melissa."
He chuckled. "Believe me, there's no comparison."
His tone set the pace of her heart. Was Randy admitting to an attraction? Before she could ask for clarification, he journeyed to her ass. The strings lost their bond. A breeze skimmed across her bare buttocks. His thumbs depressed her firm cheeks. She recognized the urgency in his manipulation.
She prayed nobody was watching. She wanted nothing to inhibit him.
"I love your fingers," she whispered. "They're so powerful, yet tender. Ohhhh." She swallowed roughly. "You're making me wet."
He delved into her crack. Her buns were thoroughly coated with the tanning ointment. His secret intention slowly dawned on her.
"Do you want to bury yourself in my ass?"
He paused. "Could you handle it? I mean, won't it hurt?"
She undulated on her stomach. "You've got me so relaxed, I'm sure it won't."
Randy glanced down at his swimsuit. His dick stretched its nylon fabric. He was painfully stiff, bulging through the material. There was no hiding his pounding excitement. Getting his rocks off was Randy's central thought.
"Get on top of me," she huskily invited, "and stick your cock in my ass."
Her legs slowly split, granting him a view of her moist cunt lips. Darcy's assertion was valid. He saw the sticky evidence adhering to her snatch. That appetizing brunette was totally aroused and eager to receive him.
He bound her with his arms. His lips brushed her throat. Darcy moaned at the flurry of joy that hummed through her body.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, reacting strongly to that wave of desire. "I'll do anything you want, Randy. Pleasing you makes me happy." Rotating her hips, she smashed her pussy to the blanket. "You make me hungry for sex. I never craved it as strongly before."
"It's the atmosphere," he said, yanking down his speedos. His cock swung out, thick and ready. He tossed them aside, then mounted her naked body. That butthole seemed incapable of fitting him. He worried about injuring her. "We're in a jungle environment. You're overcome by heat."
"No. I've always lusted for you. You're all man." She reached for his cock. It throbbed in her grip. She steered him to her tiny hole. Her aim was incorrect. The blunt helmet slid across her greased rear. She repositioned herself to make entry possible. "Oh, God. Do whatever you want to me. It always seems to feel so good."
She felt the beat of his cock against the crack of her ass. He shifted restlessly atop her, gripping her shoulders. He continued to arouse her with his mouth. His tongue darted at her ear lobe.
He leaned into that soft groove and rubbed himself. His dick jerked back and forth, stretching across that track. His breath grew harsher as his desire began to build to a furious crescendo.
"Darcy," he whispered in her ear. "Oh, Darcy." He flicked at her ear and breathed warmly down her neck.
A barrage of tingles bombarded her. His low, guttural voice fanned her flames of lust.
Gradually, his plump knob went to her anus. He nudged that pink flower. Darcy, moist with sweat and oil, granted him access.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned when he lowered his cock into her wrinkled center. "Ohhhh."
Randy went in slowly. He was observant of Darcy's contentment. Causing her physical discomfort was the last thing he wanted. "Are you okay? Want me to stop?"
"No. I love it."
Her encouragement stirred his loins. Darcy was so willing to extend him pleasure. He sank into that beautiful rump, exercising caution. The walls of her anus nearly crushed him. "Jesus. Your ass is so nice and tight."
"Ohhhh. Slide that dick into me."
Randy clenched his teeth. He couldn't breathe. He lodged half his dick inside Darcy's butt. When he retreated, the pressure abated. He descended into gripping warmth. The walls of her ass closed over his cock. He shoved all he could into that cramped receptacle.
Darcy pushed upward, forcing him to dig through her eager rectum. She moaned from the quivering pressure. That large, penetrating thing belonged to Randy. She let the air out of her lungs, then writhed. "I want every bit of it. I want your whole cock in my ass."
"Okay, baby," he said in a strained voice. "I'll give it to you slowly."
Darcy sobbed as that monster dug into her backside. True to his word, Randy reduced some of his push. He inched through her anal chamber, filling it with cock. Darcy regulated her movements in order to help him. When his balls finally settled at his quivering entrance, she smiled. He buried that solid dick in her buns.
Randy's chin went over her shoulder. He groaned from that superior tension. Her rectum totally constricted him. He took a moment to enjoy his embedment. Darcy's exertion excited him.
Darcy mewled like a kitten. "Move that cock, baby. Fuck my ass."
Randy promptly complied. He pushed and pulled, grunting from the satisfying traction. In and out of that dark pulp, he plunged. She was marvelously tight.
"Ohhhh," Darcy moaned from under him. She squeezed him in sections. His cock lumbered through her asshole, plugging it to the max. She rocked from his hungry thrusts.
"More. Give me that sweet cock. Pump me, baby. Shaft my hot buns. They need it."
Randy did more than that. He reached under to fondle those big tits. He palmed the swollen nipples and bestowed them a tweak. Those billowy globes were deliciously malleable. He availed himself of large handfuls of tit, then lowered his cock to her very bowels.
Randy gave her a steady dose of cock. She trembled from his exploration. His hands prowled the rest of her body. He slipped over her furry mound and clutched it. Darcy's ringlets were moist. Her clit bulged beneath his wriggling fingertip.
Her teeth came sharply together. Air whistled through them. "Oh, God," she squealed. "Oh, God."
He gulped loudly before commencing the jiggle she obviously wanted. His cock protruded from those sumptuous buns. He knew if he began pumping her in earnest, his cum would quickly spill. Wanting to retard his ecstasy, he decreased his pace. Simultaneously cumming with Darcy was far more desirable.
Darcy covered his hand. She was eager to start. "Finger me, baby. Finger my love button. Oh, yeah. Play with me."
Hot seepage trickled onto his hand. She couldn't resist oozing onto him. Cunt juice dripped from the pit of her snatch. She had no control over its flow. Randy's fingers stirred against the saturated flesh. His every prod advanced her joy.
Darcy squirmed from that infusion to her senses. Her ass rose to capture more of his throbbing cock. "Oh, my God. Fuck me, Randy. Bring that big dick home. Cram it into my hot buns."
"Yeah," he grunted, pumping her. "Yeah."
His balls slapped her ass while he drove his shaft. He fit himself through that puckering orifice. His dick was smashed in those wild buttocks.
Darcy came fast. Randy's expert finger brought her there quickly. He stimulated her with hot, circular movements which she could not reverse.
"I'm cumming," she breathlessly announced. "I'm cumming."
Randy fucked her ass without restraint. He wanted to cum so badly, he could taste it. His dick speared those gorgeous buns, pounding them into submission. It felt good to saw through her pinching asshole, getting off on its tingling friction. The air in his lungs was nearly depleted by the time he reached his peak.
"Ugghhhhhh," he groaned, jamming his spurting cock into those pliant cheeks. "Ughhh.
Ugggghhhhhhh."
Darcy felt his hot ejaculate collect in her ass. She moaned as it coursed to her bowels. His cock twitched in her snug confines.
Randy hung tightly to Darcy after reclaiming his senses. Nothing beat having a hot, young body at his disposal. Heat from the broiling sun seeped into his back while the strength ebbed from him. The wind swept over his sun baked flesh.
Darcy purred with satisfaction. Her revelry, however, was short-lived. In the distance, she saw that stunning redhead wade through the breaking waves. The bikini she donned challenged the seductiveness of her own. Those big, pendulous tits boldly swung.
Randy, roused from his stupor, paid her no notice. He blatantly stared at that bewitching creature, much to Darcy's dismay. He endlessly studied her, as though contemplating a second rendezvous. Darcy could have blended into the scenery, for all he appeared to care. His inattention severely deflated her ego.
He wanted that bitch again. Darcy sensed it.
Darcy silently labeled the redhead her sworn enemy. That woman must have known that they had traveled to a deserted beach. She boldly intruded on them at a crucial moment, parading her fabulous body. For that, Darcy despised her.
Darcy had encountered rivalry in the past, and managed to vanquish it. She possessed mercenary survival instincts. Once putting her mind to it, the most formidable goal was achievable. Jennifer had met her match.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Randy, Melissa and Darcy were invited to the captain's table that evening for dinner. The event touted elegance, calling for all guests to don formal wear. Clad in a light gray suit, Randy struck a debonair figure. Leading two beautiful women-each draped on an arm-into the dining room, he created a sensation among the throng.
"You look absolutely stunning," Veronica Kempler, the cruise director, declared of Melissa. The long sequined gown with the dramatic, plunging neckline featured the blonde's ample cleavage.
Melissa graciously received her compliment. "Thank you, Miss Kempler," she said while smiling at the captain. Jon Bacliner was irrefutably dashing. He returned her seductive beaming with a cordial nod.
"I see you're not to be outdone," Veronica extolled to Darcy. "That outfit is certainly flattering."
Darcy had carefully chosen her ensemble. Aware of the splash Melissa would surely create with her tits on display, Darcy packed ammunition. Her strapless garment scarcely covered her nipples, and was virtually without a back. The cleft of her buttocks was nearly seen. For additional insurance, the slit along the side permitted onlookers to glimpse her spectacular legs.
She loved when Randy's hand brushed her bare skin. His touch precipitated a flurry of tingles. She restrained herself from groping him. Despite the urbane character he represented in his suit, she envisioned him without it.
If the evening progressed as she conceived, that was precisely how it would end.
Darcy was conscious of Melissa's obsession with the captain. She flirted outrageously with him. She'd heard rumors that he and the cruise director were secretly involved. That would hardly prevent Melissa from making a play for him. The girl simply had no shame. Whether Veronica Kempler would abide such antics was yet to be determined.
The captain, however, was somewhat preoccupied. The rash of burglaries recently reported disturbed Jon Bacliner. His people were discreetly investigating the matter. Though they thoroughly probed each incident, the culprit remained at large. That another theft could be committed plagued him.
Jon Bacliner projected a superficial warmth while those alarming notions floated through his mind. He moderately participated in the discussions at his table. Not even Veronica had been apprised of the situation. Unwilling to panic everyone on the ship, he strove to keep knowledge of the occurrences at a minimum.
His reflections were suspended when a set of toes prodded his thigh. He gazed across the table into the eyes of Melissa Stewart. The smirk on her face made her culpable. Preferring to remain the gentleman, he said nothing.
Randy was oblivious to Melissa's foot game. His thoughts revolved around vanishing before the meal was through. Several cabins were marked for that evening's pillage. His disappearance had to be undetectable. He awaited a diversion.
His prayers were answered in the form of Jennifer Tate. The orchestra began a lively melody while they served coffee. She made her seductive approach, flaunting her delicious body. Unlike Melissa and Darcy, who adorned themselves in fashionable attire, Jennifer subscribed to a tantalizing miniskirt and an essentially diaphanous blouse.
"Hi," she said, waving to those at the table. She discounted Darcy's venomous look while brandishing Randy and Melissa with smiles. To Randy, she asked, "Can I have this dance?"
Couples began spilling onto the floor. Randy recognized it as an opportunity. "It would be my pleasure."
Darcy fumed as she saw that enticing redhead lead him away. How dare that bastard desert her! When considering the fuss she had gone through to entrance him, she was indignant of her reward.
Melissa, ignorant to her mental torment, refilled her glass with champagne. "Loosen up, honey. The night is young, and there are literally dozens of available men."
Darcy wanted none of her consolation. The color gathered in cheeks as she observed Randy and Jennifer swaying. Recalling the intimacy they had shared the previous afternoon and his absorption with her at the beach, Darcy took a dim view of her prospects. She gulped down the contents of her goblet, then replenished its supply. Alcohol, unfortunately, did not dull the pain.
Jon Bacliner was cognizant of Darcy's despair. He was even more alert to the toes that surreptitiously caressed his crotch. The tablecloth concealed their illicit activity. "Miss Stewart, perhaps you'd like to dance?"
"I'd rather stay here," she murmured, trying to stir him. The captain's equipment took form beneath her feline persistence. She could feel his dick growing as she wiggled her toes.
His Adam's apple jerked. Tension slowly lined his face. He could not divert the flow of blood into his cock. She continued to provoke and titillate. She thought the captain incredibly sexy. A distinguished man in his mid-forties, he had salt-and-pepper hair. His blue eyes and tanned complexion were arresting attributes. His official uniform increased his appeal.
"You don't want me to leave, either," Melissa commented, stroking the bulge she cultivated. "Isn't that true?"
Her ticklish swirl preempted Jon Bacliner's reply. He involuntarily leaned into that invading pressure. That appetizing blonde had given him a hard-on.
Veronica wasn't entirely in the dark. Their collective posture suggested some naughty behavior transpiring under the table. A proportionately thin woman of medium height, Veronica exuded an obvious sensuality. Her auburn hair and dazzling green eyes were her signature. At thirty-six, she retained a healthy glow that belied her true years. Male passengers could not gaze at the cruise director without fantasizing about her erotic potential. She effortlessly instilled such imagery.
"Is this your first time on the Enchantress?" Veronica inquired.
Melissa, relishing the captain's discomfiture, nodded. He obviously fancied her massage. "You might say it's my maiden voyage."
"For someone of your delicate age, you appear to be accomplished in many areas," Veronica remarked. "I'm sure you have a wealth of experience."
Melissa's lips curved. "Experiences that would likely leave you stunned."
Veronica's hand dropped to Melissa's thigh. She gently stroked her. "Then perhaps you may want to join the captain and me in more private quarters. I'm certain you'll find it refreshing and robust."
Melissa's jaw dropped.
The captain and cruise director exchanged smug looks.
"Oh, God," Melissa sobbed, sinking on Jon Bacliner's face. His tongue penetrated her juicy cunt. He worked his way down to its succulent bottom, twisting and slurping. His hot breath fanned her inner thighs. He kept her legs separated with strong, capable hands. His fingers spanned more than half her ass. His thumbs, pinioning the pink flaps, resembled clubs. Assuming a supine position, he drank her tangy seepage. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes."
Between his legs, Veronica's head luxuriously bobbed. Her mouth opened to capture more of his rigid shaft. The captain was blessed with an enormous cock. Melissa watched her suck that monstrous thing while swiveling her hips. Jon's expert licks distorted her vision. His dick and her attached lips lacked clarity. After staying down on it for several minutes, Veronica released the bulbous head. Her drool coursed from Jon's knob, dribbling down his length.
"Want some of this, honey?" Veronica asked. Her fist slid up and down his steep column. His cock deepened in color.
Melissa tried to answer, but the words wouldn't form. Jon explored her pussy with his tongue.
Veronica grinned. "That's perfectly understandable. You stay where you're at. Jon gives fantastic head. I wouldn't climb off his face, either."
Veronica resumed sucking him. Her lips descended his throbbing footage. No amount of him showed by the time she established contact with his trunk. Jon lingered in her slobbering embrace for several thrilling minutes before the cruise director released him. His dick emerged, layered in spit.
Melissa undulated on Jon's thirsty expression. He noisily gulped down her sugary fluid. He derived pleasure from orally teasing her spongy folds. After sufficiently tormenting her saturated flesh, he focused on her clit. He whisked over the pronounced dot, lavishing it with bubbles. Back and forth he went, honing it to a pebble's consistency. His sweep was gratifying. Melissa moaned as he labored against her pulsing love button.
"More," she pleaded, swallowing huge gulps of air. "Ohhhh. Faster. Lick me faster."
Melissa deftly rotated her hips, coordinating her movements with the captain's tongue. He cleaned the scented juices that leaked before delving into her hot center. He drank greedily from her soaked loins.
"Oh, yes," Melissa sobbed as he scrubbed the walls of her cunt. He gleaned her flaps of moisture. Her eyes curved upward. "Ohhhh."
Veronica's lust thrived from his voracious display. "Suck her, baby," she panted while manipulating him. His cock squeaked through her slippery fist. "Eat her pussy."
Jon availed himself of huge servings. Her young pussy oozed against his lips. Her warm, tangy juices filled his mouth. He sucked hard, gulping all he could draw.
Veronica watched Melissa's eyes brighten seconds before she spasmed. The girl writhed on Jon's mouth, contracting. Her nipples were raging hard and extremely pointed. Sweat dripped from those thick stubs.
Between her tremulous thighs, she observed Jon sifting through those blonde curls, lapping her cunt. His darting allowed full play of those sappy lips, even during her savage throes. Veronica saw her swollen clit as the flaps divided. Jon stationed his tip over that inflamed bud, keeping her orgasm alive.
Veronica's horniness increased, seeing Jon subject the younger woman to his energetic tongue. On almost every cruise, they discovered an assortment of girls who traversed the fast lane. Melissa Stewart was one of several craving action that paralleled hers and Jon's.
Melissa found it impossible to maintain her balance on Jon Bacliner's face. Woozy, she allowed Veronica to lead her to the pillows. She slumped across the rumpled bedding. The combination of saliva and cunt juice made her inner thighs warm and sticky.
Jon's mouth came down over Melissa's. She tasted her pussy on his tongue. Her lips opened, granting him passage. He eagerly probed her oral warmth. He covered her with his man's body. Her nipples became snarled in his heavy matting. Whimpering, she grounded herself to him. She savored his rough textures.
Their kiss eventually came to an end. Jon rose above her, perched on his knees. He lifted her by the ankles, separating her legs. He crammed his blunt helmet into her hairy groove. Melissa gritted her teeth as that wide cock sank into her pussy. Her juicy folds surrendered to his authoritative push.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, steadily receiving him.
Jon could feel her young loins quivering around him. "Take me," he grunted, feeding her furry maw. "Take all of me. Oh, yeah."
Melissa rocked and gasped as Jon linked himself to her. His dick was extremely hard, stabbing her spongy middle. While enjoying its pulsing fit, Veronica obstructed her view. Glancing above, Melissa caught her in the process of sitting on her face. Those long, tanned thighs surrounded her gasping expression. She could smell the older woman's honeyed snatch.
"Do me," Veronica sighed, molding her pussy to Melissa's mouth. "Lick me."
Melissa's lips parted just as moist flesh and damp hair settled on them. Her natural instinct to suck took command. She pulled and licked at the succulent membranes that filled her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Veronica moaned, pressing down. "Fuck me with your tongue. Spear me. Ohhhh." She threw her head back, welcoming the splendor.
Although Melissa couldn't see it, she felt cock jamming into her narrow space. Jon stroked the walls of her pussy. She shivered as he stuck himself to capacity. Her cunt tightened around that driving mass.
"Jesus," Jon muttered. "What a squeeze. It just grabs me. Ahhhh. This one sure likes to fuck."
Melissa felt weightless. Jon held her by the ankles while stuffing himself between her legs. She slurped Veronica while he packed her snatch. His balls whacked her with each thrust. He sawed through her gummy lips, creating sweet friction.
Jon scrutinized the way that pussy swallowed him. He sliced into it, just as Melissa swung herself to him. He gasped as that blonde muff gulped him down. When his pouch rested against those frantic cheeks, he evoked an animal sound. Her golden nest squirmed before him, jammed with cock. He closed his eyes while smashing his dick into that wet, quivering hole.
Melissa managed to make Veronica cum. It required tremendous effort on her part, with that cunt-pleasing shaft dominating her senses. She fixed herself on that clit, relentlessly rubbing it with her tongue. Veronica pulsated madly at her feverish prod. The muscles of her pussy constricted as she briefly wiggled into it. Latching onto her love button alone, however, was the key.
"That's it," she sobbed, rocking on Melissa's face. "Oh, yes, baby. Finish me. Don't stop. Ohhhh."
Jon stared at Veronica's bulging nipples, then dropped his gaze to Melissa's ripe nuggets. He loved gaping at them in the heat of excitement. Salty drops hanging from those pink knobs were his favorite sight.
Jon's incessant shafting caused Melissa to contract. She jiggled roughly around his embedded dick as the delirium ravaged her. Jon watched her beautiful features distort as the contractions intensified.
"Ohhhh," Melissa sobbed. "Ohhhh."
The heat of her cunt magnified. He yanked his cock out of Melissa's snatch as her tingling warmth enveloped him. He made a target of her lush nubs. His shaft jerked through his fist, speeding its climax.
Veronica went limp after convulsing. Melissa watched Jon take aim. Hot jism splattered her tits. "Oh, God," she shuddered. That baked fluid splashed onto her damp flesh. Their frenzied session produced a vast amount. He doused her chest, then saved some for her blonde nest. Melissa moaned as his creamy spillage landed on her freshly fucked cunt. There was no escaping his scalding shower.
"Rub it all over her nipples," he instructed Veronica. "Oh, yeah. Smear those big tits with my hot foam."
Veronica promptly took charge. Following his directions to the letter, she spread his spent cum over Melissa's nipples. Weaving exotic patterns, she evenly distributed the milky substance. Melissa trembled as those talented hands and their scalding residue were disbursed. When Veronica's thumbs collided with her erect nipples, she sustained an electrifying shock.
Jon lost none of his rigidity. He ran his raging hard-on through his fist. He needed no recovery period. His dick craved a second round with that young pussy.
Gripping it, he stuck himself into her cunt. The tip, moist from his pearls of residue, paved the way into those quivering loins. Turning forty-four had done nothing to diminish his equipment's performance. As long as that beautiful young woman was willing to extend him the offer of her sweet body, he was committed to satisfying her.
Melissa shut her eyes as that big dick returned to her juicy center. Its frantic beat restored her enthusiasm. She rocked herself to it. Jon began pumping her again. Oh, yeah, she wanted to keep fucking. "Oh, yes, captain," she softly purred. "More...."
Veronica sank over her happy face, silencing her plea.
CHAPTER NINE
Darcy's pain was somewhat anesthetized by the glasses of champagne she consumed. She, alone, seemed conscious of Randy's lengthening absence from the table. He had made a clean exit with Jennifer Tate. The two mingled with the throng, then vanished. By default, she presumed that they went off to fuck their brains out. She would have rather known for sure, rather than leap to conclusions, but Randy's fixation with that stunning redhead left no doubt.
Jennifer was likely gazing into those marvelous blue eyes while Randy fucked her. She envied her that. More than any other feature, Randy's cerulean spheres were his most attractive. Darcy thought them his sexiest asset.
Her stunning outfit had been all for naught, Darcy bleakly gathered. She elected to salvage the evening by adjourning to the cabin of Scott Summers, heir to the Summers real estate empire. Scott's father owned prestigious buildings in most major cities. An affluent stud, Scott had been hitting on her since her second glass of champagne. She frivolously considered that tall, dark-haired hunk. He exceeded Randy Western in looks, but didn't possess the macho disposition that obsessed her. Angry with Randy and with a mind to make him jealous, she accepted Scott's invitation for a nightcap in his cabin. Such offers were mere euphemisms for "Let's go fuck."
His room was pitch black upon their entry. Scott hurled himself on his bed and fixed her with a mischievous grin. Darcy saw that in the time it had taken for him to unlock the door, adjust the lighting to a seductive level and bounce on the mattress, his pants were open and his cock stood straight in the air. He threw his legs apart, and elevated his hips. He silently solicited her gape.
"I see you believe in cutting to the chase," she mused, standing before him. "Are you accustomed to having it sucked at the snap of your fingers?"
His fist traveled its pulsing span. Scott had been endowed with eight or nine inches. "Our private party begins here, baby," he huskily said, "between my legs. Do you care to get it rolling?"
Darcy whipped her dark mane over her shoulders, then slid her thumbs behind the luscious decolletage. The front separated from her big tits, brandishing her nipples. She stepped out of her gown, completely naked. Her lack of panties visually enthralled Scott. Her patch of dark fur brought a smile to his lips.
"You're exceptional," he muttered, kicking off his pants.
Darcy lowered her tongue to his balls and gave them a slurp. Scott's flesh contained a trace of salt. "Mmmmm. I like the way you taste."
He gritted his teeth. That slash of saliva knocked him breathless. "Work that shaft. Attack it."
She ran over his taut sac, lingering over its thick skin. Lavishly, she tongued them. His groan of pleasure pierced the air. He apparently loved getting them licked.
"Ahhhh," he crooned. Her dark hair spilled over his crotch. Darcy ceremoniously flung it behind her. She furnished him a sizzling view of her limber tip waltzing over his balls. "Oh, yeah. Keep them wet."
Not only did she provide that service, but she magnified the thrill by flicking at his wide stem. That wriggling sensation at the base of that principal vein made him furiously throb.
Darcy soared up the length of his dick, tormenting him with a series of butterfly licks.
By the time she made it to the bulbous head, Scott was gasping for air. His fists shook in contemplation.
"Put it in your mouth," he commanded.
Darcy resisted his impatient jab at her face. His wish to be fully consumed would be granted in time. First, she wanted to lap him. "I want to drive you insane with my tongue."
Scott groaned. His head slammed into the pillow. He smacked the mattress with his fists. She subjected him to that snake-like furor. His hips moved at her flickering style. He could scarcely watch that flash of pink dabbing more saliva onto his pulsating shaft.
Darcy attached her lips to the side of his cock and rolled them lengthwise from his purplish knob to his thick trunk. Hot spittle coated his skin. He still wasn't buried in her warmth. She sensed his ache to be smothered inside her cheeks.
Scott's restlessness appealed to her. She liked men who badly wanted her. "Impatient, aren't you?" she teased.
"I want to fuck your mouth."
"You do?" She kissed the velvety head of his dick, deliberately trickling saliva onto it. He pushed at her lips, trying to force them open. She smiled. "Relax."
"How can I relax when you get me this excited?" He applied pressure to the top of her head. "Open up and take it."
Darcy didn't prolong his suffering another moment. Her lips plunged over that thriving hard-on. She took him in a hot, searing suck.
"Oh, Christ," he grunted, feeling those lips engulf him. He met her sweet pucker. His cock throbbed in that warm, bubbling orifice.
Darcy appreciated his sharp intake, followed by the uttering of incoherent sounds. "Mmm," she hummed against his trapped flesh. She soaked him in her baking drool. Beating him with her tongue, she twisted her lips high and low.
Scott dug the heels of his feet into the mattress in order to thrust into that mouth. Darcy's lips clung tightly to him as he generated some gratifying friction. He savored the exquisite suction she supplied. Some women merely performed the service, but Darcy took pride in her work. She sucked his cock good and proper. She loved every inch of him with those hot, snapping lips. His dick vanished into that red ring. Darcy's pupils were trained on him, digesting his response. She seemed to coordinate her exotic swirls to his facial cast.
"Oh, yeah," he croaked. "Suck it. Suck that cock. Eat it. Ahhhh."
She pulled on that pulsing shaft, tugging delightfully at it. Scott palpitated in her mouth.
She treasured his every sign of contentment. Orally pleasuring him was as much fun for her. Seeing him go mad from her clasping lips turned her on.
Scott was far more stimulated than she suspected. He couldn't endure another minute on his back, surrendering to that grabbing receptacle. Cupping Darcy's head, he negotiated a change in position. He eased her onto her back without being displaced from that agonizing vacuum. Those big tits of hers bounced during her rearrangement. He finally stationed his knees on either side of her heavenly expression, digging into the mattress. He kneeled above her and gulped. His cock protruded from those passionate lips. The sight of Darcy beneath him, primed to submit to his ferocious needs, propelled his lust.
"I'm going to ride your face," he announced above the lump that formed in his throat.
Darcy's mouth was full of him. She seemed game. Her black eyes flashed.
Scott lowered himself into her throat and gasped. "Oh, Jesus. Swallow it, baby. Swallow my cock."
"Mmmmm."
In and out he went, feeling the press of her lips, the flicker of tongue. He swooped into her beautiful face, urging her to take him whole. Darcy smoothly managed. She opened up for that horny cock and made it disappear.
Scott leaned over her. His hands and knees supported his weight. He pumped her mouth, enjoying her refreshing suck. She took it steadily, swallowing his hard dick. It felt sensational to be inside that hot vacuum.
Darcy did all the things he loved: she fluttered over that pulsing vein with her tongue; she milked him with her lips; she let him slide into her throat. Scott appreciated her efforts. His eyes glazed over, his mouth curved in satisfaction.
She wanted to do something of a more inflammatory nature. Though sucking him to climax was enjoyable, she yearned to give him a charge that would reach into the balls of his feet and curl his toes. After permitting him to probe her mouth and throat, she removed her lips.
"Hey," Scott muttered. "We're not through."
She inched herself forward until her tits were directly below his throbbing cock. Sweat dribbled from her cleavage. She was prepared to take him there. "I want you to fuck my tits."
A lazy grin formed. "Oh, yeah?"
She read his excitement. He stuck his cock in that luscious groove. His pulsations aroused her. She scooped up her boobs and wrapped them about that restless shaft.
Scott trembled. He knew it was going to be good when she bound him with those globes. She coated his cock with her hot spittle. She perfectly lubed him to fuck through those jiggling mounds of flesh. Her erect nipples seized his attention; he alternated between them and her sultry expression.
Darcy pinned that big dick with her tits. "Let's go. Fuck my tits. Shove that cock through them."
"With pleasure." He rammed himself between those satin cushions. Darcy made herself tight. Back and forth he went, receiving a potent charge. His rigid thing made moist sounds, sliding through that narrow channel. Darcy's drool paved the way. His dick became an angry shade as it plowed through those hugging tits. Clenching his teeth, he pushed. "Oh, yes. They're so soft."
Darcy writhed beneath his abandoned thrusts. Scott looked flushed from the little refuge she created. "Faster. Do it. Fuck those tits. I want you to cum all over them."
"Yeah," Scott muttered with hips jerking. "I want to cum on those fucking tits."
Darcy urged him on. She called out to him, pleading with him to explode. It pleased her to have instigated such madness. She smothered his wildly beating cock with her boobs. "Come on. I want you to splash all over them. Aim at my nipples. Splatter them."
His Adam's apple rippled. He peered into Darcy's eyes, then dropped down to those clasping tits. He lunged into that sweet groove. The urge to shoot was stronger than ever. He felt his balls churn as he buried himself.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Squirt my tits."
Scott yanked himself out and directed his enraged cockhead at her billowy mass. He arched his back, then let his frustration pour onto her creamy flesh.
Darcy welcomed the creamy shower. His jism jetted over her tits, as requested. Instantly, she rubbed his warm cum over her nipples. His discharge sizzled over those nubs.
A profusion of sweat ran down his burly chest. He compressed the stagnation from his lungs, then sank to the bed. Orgasm weakened him. It took several moments for him to regenerate enough strength to climb out of bed. "I'll go fetch you a towel," he said.
On the way to the bathroom, he distinguished movement in the closet. He was dubious as to whether he still suffered from the dazing effect of Darcy's tits, the alcohol he'd ingested, or had come across a bizarre situation.
He threw light into the small enclosure. The sight of a dark-clothed figure him nestled in the shadows startled. His safe was open and the invader's hands were filled with his Rolex watches, gold cuff links and gold St.
Christopher's medal. Scott's recent winnings from the casino-crisp currency-protruded from his leather bag.
"What the fuck," Scott declared, peering into the darkness. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?"
A hand shot out, gripping him by the back of his neck. The pressure directed to his nervous system was a maneuver of which he had no knowledge. Scott went limp within seconds of its application. He slipped from the intruder's grasp.
Darcy, dreamily entertaining thoughts of making beautiful music with Scott Williams, heard something hit the floor. She couldn't understand what was happening. He muttered something under his breath from behind the door. Curious, she investigated.
"Are you okay?" she asked, rising from bed. "Scott?"
Scott's inert form lay in front of his closet. She let out a gasp. A masked figure, swathed in black, was about to flee. In his gloved hands were Scott's valuables. Both of them momentarily froze.
Darcy peered into the slits of his mask. A pair of dazzling blue eyes was trained on her. Her mouth dropped open in horror. She instantly recognized them. No other person of her acquaintance had them.
The intruder digested her shocked expression. Her acknowledgment of his true identity was equally perceived.
"I won't tell," she stammered above the lump that developed in her throat. "I won't tell."
Randy Western shoved the items he retrieved from Scott Summers' vault into his bag, then clamped Darcy's mouth. "Shut up. We've got to get out of here."
Darcy surrendered to the strength of those powerful arms as they dragged her, naked, into the hall.
CHAPTER TEN
Randy Western cursed his stupidity. He had no idea that Scott would return with Darcy-of all people-before he completed the task of emptying his safe. He was within seconds of stashing the goods in his bag and taking his leave when the two of them arrived. Plunging himself into the shadows had been his only recourse. Normally, he controlled the situation. He was an expert at making an exit while the occupants of the room were fucking. Those two had given him too small a window of time to wrap things up and make a clean getaway.
He had been efficient in dispatching Summers. He would awake, groggy and disoriented. With luck, the clarity of the incident would be distorted. The quality of the nerve massage provided for such obliquity. Summers might conceivably second guess himself to the point of misreporting the incident.
With Darcy, the situation differed. She identified him at once. His secret was revealed, a. fait accompli.
Darcy, shaking violently against him, was close to fainting. Her heart hammered in her chest. The harsh tone Randy employed and manhandling were nothing compared to the knowledge she carried. Randy, the man she lusted for, was a professional thief. He had just ripped off someone while she had sex with him. It seemed positively unthinkable, yet answered a great many questions. Darcy often wondered from where Randy's unlimited personal funds came. The subject of his investments met quiet dismissal. Melissa had been too busy spending his money to care how he made it. She readily bought his explanations of wildly successful ventures, deeming the details insignificant.
Hearing voices around the corner, he dragged her into a utility room. "Don't scream or utter a word," he advised her in a gruff tone.
Darcy was too terrified to create a disturbance. She did not feel remotely safe in his company. Randy seemed so enraged about what she'd learned, she couldn't guess what he planned to do about it. She stumbled onto him at an awkward moment. Witnesses often met "accidents" to cover a criminal's tracks.
When the voices died in the hall and the coast was apparently clear, he noiselessly whisked her to her cabin. Darcy did not protest. Fear pumped through her veins. Horrible things went through her mind. What had fate in store for her?
Nothing seemed capable of dissolving her terror until Randy ripped off his mask. The sight of his fiercely masculine qualities activated her pulse. The man was irrefutably hot. His golden hair and mustache, his broad chest with its well defined pectorals and arms rippling with muscle somewhat melted her dread. His rugged features, grimly set, kept her at a respectful distance.
Randy balled his fists and assumed a hostile stance. He seemed uncertain how to repair the damage her discovery caused. His knitted brow and thinned lips supported that theory.
Electing to counter his troubled thoughts, she stroked his arm. His tremors were highly prevalent. Randy was extremely wired. "I meant what I said," she murmured. "Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul."
He shook his head. "How can I possibly trust you?"
"By taking my word." Her fingers swirled over the contours of his heavily developed chest. Her touch appeared to sear him. He reacted to her feathery caress. The man in him savored her feline delicacy. "I previously mentioned my willingness to do anything for you. You're the man I want. I'm prepared to gamble my future on you."
"Sure, doll." He dripped sarcasm. "That's why you sucked off Summers."
Darcy felt obliged to defend her actions. "I was furious after you left with that red-headed bitch."
"Jennifer Tate? I gave her the slip while we were on the dance floor."
"You mean ... you didn't fuck her?"
"No. I had a few jobs lined up."
Randy's explanation erased the hurt. Gazing into those sexy eyes, she rubbed her mound against his crotch. "I want you. Now."
That statement touched a hot button. Randy's cock twitched in his pants. Against his will, it rose.
Darcy slowly sank to her knees before him. She framed his equipment with her hands. His dick swelled through the fabric. She pushed his legs open, then crawled into that space. She groped the thriving shape. "Mmmmm. This belongs to me."
Randy slumped against the wall. That dark-haired vixen drove him insane. One second, he was infuriated with her; the next, popping a boner. Darcy was still naked. He failed to give her a chance to don some clothes. Those big tits swung before him with their erect nipples. He recalled the sounds she made while giving Summers a blow job. He could hear her mouth engulfing him. While detained in the closet, he had gotten a hard-on.
Impulsively, he leaned forward and felt her damp ringlets. Unable to restrain himself, he squeezed her mound. Her pussy oozed with its tart secretions; they dripped onto his fingers.
Darcy threw her head back, sobbing. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhh. Oh, Randy." She reached for his cock. He was at a pulsing stand. His stout length genuinely thrilled her. She ran her fist up and down that plump shaft. "I've got to suck it."
She endangered his air supply. He couldn't think beyond the grasp of that hot, wanting mouth. He envied Summers a mere twenty minutes ago. Now he would have those warm, serviceable lips at his command.
His cockhead was purplish red. He appeared at the brink of orgasm.
"God, it looks so good," she murmured before taking it into her mouth. She stroked that hard, beating flesh with her lips. His exultant gasp was detected through her rippling clamp. She had eight inches to work with, and delighted in her task. "Mmmmm."
Randy's head lolled back as that hot, grabbing mouth absorbed him. He cupped the back of her head, then fed it to her. Darcy supplied the relief he needed. She sucked his dick smoothly, her lips and tongue working in tandem. Her brown mane whipped against him as she gobbled him down to the root. Oh, Christ.
He prayed she wouldn't stop. He wanted those sucking lips to drain him.
Darcy thoroughly enjoyed his response. His Adam's apple quivered as she took ever more of him. Mmmmm. Her mouth was packed with cock. She gorged herself on his thing. Mmmmm. She sucked hard on that wide, manly dick. His balls received a feathery massage.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, basking in her oral warmth. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Suck me." His dick floated through hot drool. He gasped as she descended the length of his cock, nipping his taut skin. His pulsations grew stronger when those lips tightened. Tingling saliva coursed down his cock; her curling tip caught it before it dribbled to his balls. His whole shaft disappeared in her face.
Her mouth remained stuffed with cock every shuddering moment. She made Randy tremble and gasp as she went down on him. She felt his exhilaration through her locked lips. She distributed more foamy spit to his guttural bliss.
He heard his balls slap her cheeks when thrusting. His expression was positively feral.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Suck it. Yeah. Take that cock. Eat it."
Darcy got turned on by his terse command. She loved male authority. She pumped him with her lips, drawing strongly from the head.
Some of his hot goo seeped from the tip. Oh, yeah. She drank that creamy seed, then sucked for more. Her thumbs stirred up those cum-loaded balls.
"Lick them," he groaned.
In a flash, her saliva-rich tongue stroked those balls. Although hair entered her mouth as she gave them those soaking lashes, she never stopped. Not only was his sac moistened, but the insides of his thighs as well. She molded her wet lips to that hairy flesh and sucked.
Randy's knees almost buckled, yet he kept his legs open to receive more of that tantalizing suction. "Lap them. Slurp my rocks. Oh, yeah. Wipe them with your lips. Juice them up with your hot spit."
Her gliding tip performed its magic. His balls dripped after several lingering whisks. His deep, masculine grunts spurred her on. She gave that sensitive pouch an exciting tongue bath.
Enfolding that teeming shaft, she executed a stimulating jerk. The skin of his slick cock bunched, then stretched around her enclosed fist. Still lubricated with spit, he slid through her tight coil. His labored breathing echoed through her cabin.
"Hurry," he frantically uttered, "put it back in your mouth."
She promptly obeyed his brisk command. No sooner had her lips parted, but he shoved his dick in. He anxiously clamped the back of her head.
"Ughhh," he groaned, shooting. "Ughhh."
She gazed at him while he emptied himself. His blue pupils rolled high in their sockets; his jaw hung as though wired. Although he didn't seem to even know she was there, he held her fast to capture his creamy flood.
His spasm finally dissipated. Randy pulled his stiff cock out of her mouth, then yanked her to her feet. She caressed his muscled, hairy thighs. His cock swung, thick and ready. Orgasm hadn't diluted his powers. He was prepared to go for another round-only this time, he would last much longer.
He carried her to the bed. Spreading her legs, she beckoned him. Positioning himself between her tantalizing legs, he lowered himself onto her nude body. He aimed to give her what she hadn't gotten from Summers. Urgency underscored his grip. He stuck his bulbous head between her sappy lips, then pushed.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, receiving that fat dick. Arching her back, she absorbed his full measure. Randy sawed through her juicy squish, satisfying her with those cunt-hugging strokes. She watched him plow into her snatch until the tingling friction dulled her vision. His dick provided enormous satisfaction.
Randy moved his hips, stabbing into her pussy. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me." Getting in her cunt, he could scarcely control himself. He lunged into Darcy, knocking her breathless. He felt her respond to him, massaging him with those slippery folds. He reared back, then pierced those pulpy layers. That tight snatch really slaked the thirst in his loins.
Clawing his back, Darcy lifted herself to that hard dick. "Ohhhh," she whimpered, feeling it touch bottom. Randy stuffed that monster between her legs. Her pussy swallowed him in large, greedy mouthfuls. "Oh, yeah. Put it where it belongs. Shove it into my snatch. Fuck me with your big thing."
Randy huffed and puffed. Darcy sobbed as she took his cock to the hilt. She reveled in its full force, urging him to stroke her more deeply than before. He gasped as those smoothly muscled walls enclosed him, prickling his skin. Their pubic bones ground together. His entire shaft was wedged in her hot, gripping cunt. She smeared those rich juices over his tunneling member.
The luxuriant heat that encompassed him overcame Randy. He plunged himself into that warm, snapping receptacle and took advantage of its retracting muscles. That slippery friction caused his temperature to spike. He buried himself in that moist, spongy tissue.
Darcy could not avert her own orgasm. That hammering cock took its toll on her. "Ohhhh. Don't stop. You're making me cum. Oh, Randy. Ohhhh."
He fucked that pussy until the jism roared from his body. A frenzied pace ensued. He bombarded her soaked pussy with his hard, spurting cock. Latching onto him, she smothered his orgasmic tremors.
When he withdrew from her cunt, his abundant goo oozed. He studied her satiated expression. Darcy writhed in ecstasy. She looked as though she wanted more of him.
"Christ," she whispered, stroking his back. "You made me cum harder than ever. I don't think I can move."
Mute, he stared at her. Those blue eyes had her under a microscope. He seemed to be analyzing her.
"I would do anything for you, baby," she whispered, hoping to reassure him. "Absolutely anything, to keep you in my bed."
"I want you to prove it," he said. His voice was devoid of warmth.
"How?" she purred, tingling.
"I want you to help me pull off my next job."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jennifer Tate remained baffled by the prior evening's episode. One minute she had been dancing with Randy Western, and then he completely vanished. He blended into the crush of bodies without a trace. She searched for him, to no avail. He had cleverly eluded her.
She speculated whether he was attuned to her objective. Did her actions, however cloaked, raise his antennae? She had exercised her all in not rousing suspicion. During their dance, she refrained from asking questions. She hoped to learn more about him through his boastful character. Randy oozed confidence. Some of it had to be illuminating.
Randy did rob someone last night-she was sure of it. A report quietly surfaced that a guest had been assailed in his cabin. Scott Summers, the complainant, unfortunately could not furnish a physical description. The room's lighting had been dimmed and his attacker swift. He emptied his safe of its contents and fled.
Jennifer lacked solid proof. Randy's work was clean and evidence-free. She had no way of substantiating his whereabouts at the time he struck.
She prepared to leave her cabin and renew her quest. Randy's luck was sure to run out. Sooner or later, she was bound to catch him red-handed.
A knock sounded at the door. She frowned. She hadn't ordered room service, nor had she summoned a steward to clean her quarters. Perplexed, she answered it. At her doorway stood Lee Monohan, the bartender from the sunbathing deck, and Rob O'Shea, the room steward.
"Gentlemen," she cordially addressed them. "What brings you here?"
"You." They leaned through the doorway, ogling her curvaceous form. "A whole lot of you."
Jennifer giggled. "Were you two trading stories about me?" They nodded.
"I'm flattered to be held in such intimate esteem, but I'm off to-"
Rob took her hand and placed it over his crotch. Jennifer enclosed ten, swollen inches of cock. Lee guided her other hand to the hard-on he sported. Both young men were feverishly excited.
"We thought you might be interested in some three-way action," Rob mentioned. "We were certain you could handle both of us."
"Yeah," Lee croaked as her fingers dwelled on his boner. "We figured you'd like it."
Jennifer regarded the two young men she had earlier seduced. She had a delicious remembrance of each episode. She took both into her mouth, but only fucked one of them. Delaying her mission seemed comparatively irrelevant to satisfying those horny studs. She judged leaving them frustrated a crime.
"You're correct," she purred, leading them to her bed. "I would like it very much."
She allowed them to undress her. Clad in a thong bikini, she welcomed the flow of their hands in detaching the strings. The tiny patches of cloth separated from her pink nipples. Lee's mouth went over one. Jennifer sobbed from his electrifying suction. Bubbles seeped from the corners of his lips.
Rob removed the lower portion of her bikini with his teeth. His warm breath tingled over her skin. He rubbed his nose in her red bush. Her fragrant curls escalated his hunger.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed. Rob's tongue sank smoothly into her wet cunt after dividing its lush, pink lips. Jennifer's head rolled back. Arching her spine, she threw her legs apart. Her cabin echoed with her passionate cries.
Rob noisily devoured her, unable to get enough. Planting his mouth over her snatch, he went about sucking its juices. He delved into that succulent hollow, gleaning its sugary moisture. Jennifer's excitement dripped onto his tongue.
Before Jennifer could regain her bearings, Lee lowered his cock into her mouth. While Rob was going down on her, Lee's dick had been thumping in his fist. Now, he pushed into Jennifer's freckled complexion, watching her absorb him. Her lips broadened to receive him. Lee was thick and mouth-filling.
"Suck it," he groaned, pressing his balls to her chin. His heavy stem twisted inside her lips. Bubbles gathered around his embedded cock. "Oh, yeah. Suck it."
Jennifer gladly heeded his instruction. She drew upon that pulsating shaft. His cock, pumping her red ring, silenced her moaning.
Meanwhile, her narrow thighs shook around Rob's face. Oblivious to her agony, he dipped into her hot pussy and collected her honeyed secretions.
Jennifer grasped Rob by the shoulders, navigating his curling tongue. From his brisk movement, she assumed that he was starved for it. She watched his tip wriggle furiously over her clit. Reflexively, she clenched Lee. Her lips trembled around his cock. She tracked the flow of his tongue, from one corner of her pussy to the other, . but the rousing commotion he precipitated mounted to an intense level.
"It's like liquid sugar," he muttered before plunging his mouth down over her cunt. His tip attached with a vengeance, hastening the flow of her candied leakage. "Mmmmm."
Jennifer's nipples swelled. She twisted from the electric current that flowed through her body.
"Oh, yeah," Lee gasped, fucking her mouth. "Keep going, baby. Bring me there. Oh, yeah."
Rob exuded confidence. He knew he could bring Jennifer to swift orgasm. When he recognized the signs, he instantly reduced the speed of his tongue. Breaking his rhythm sent Jennifer careening. Ostensibly tormented, she jerked on the bed until Rob's relentless lash had her climbing once again. He could feel her ascent with his riling tongue.
Jennifer pulled away from Lee's cock. Her salivary excess trickled from his knob. She began manipulating him with her fist while gazing between her legs. She studied the curling fury of Rob's tongue. It dabbed her juicy flesh, then drew thrilling rings until it encountered her clit. The air became trapped in her lungs while anticipating its crazed assault. Rob whipped her into a frenzy. His warm breath, coming in huffing waves, accentuated her thrill.
"Oh, Jesus," Jennifer wailed, her pupils curving high in their sockets. "Yes. That's it, baby. Don't stop. Please. Oh, please. Keep it coming."
Rob obeyed. He acknowledged the infusion to her senses and maintained the thread of continuity. Jennifer's fractured cries aroused him. He ate largely of her cunt, gulping her tangy sap. Tracing its pulpy borders, he gleaned its crannies of zesty dew.
Lee throbbed in Jennifer's clutch. Unwilling to waste his creamy spillage, she consigned him to oral captivity. Back and forth, she mouthed his stiff cock. His dick gleamed from her application of foamy drool.
Lee balled his fists. His cheeks gathered color. "Yeah, baby. Make me cum. Suck hard, and don't stop."
Rob massaged the flesh around her pussy while he lapped. Jennifer was soft. Her tremors were strong and abundant. He was swollen from watching her squirm beneath the designs of his wriggling tip. His cock palpitated wildly. The thought of sliding himself into that wet, grabbing cunt almost triggered his orgasm. Hearing his buddy groan while she sucked him almost ensured it. He resolved to take it in stride, rather than working himself into hysteria. He aimed to enjoy that pussy's heavenly embrace several times before his turn.
Rob watched Lee spasm inside Jennifer's cheeks. His co-worker's balls pelted her face while he spewed. Lee's howls reverberated. He propelled his hips, feeding Jennifer his burning torrent. Jennifer's vigorous lips stimulated his violent thrusts. His boyish features distorted into a grotesque mask as he sustained their feverish connection.
"Oh, yeah," Lee groaned. "Swallow it. Ahhhh." The corners of his lips tugged into a smile as he felt it pour into her throat. Jennifer willingly consumed him. She sucked his orgasm-sensitive dick several moments longer before releasing him.
Jennifer lifted her ass and framed Rob's joyous expression with her thighs. His oral latch completed the circuit. He wriggled his tongue to the bottom of her pussy. She moaned, enduring that overwhelming flutter.
"Oh, yeah," she purred, "fuck me with your tongue. Cram it into my snatch."
He sliced through the layers of tasty squish and provided wriggling penetration. When he decided she'd had enough, he plucked himself from her saturated depths, then devoted himself to cleaning the profusion of nectar. The outcome of his furious expedition had been impressive. Jennifer seeped with joy. He licked the drenched patch to her undisguised delight, concentrating on her enlarged button.
"Like that," Jennifer murmured, thrusting herself at that tongue. "Yes, baby. Like that."
Her hips rolled as though magnetically charged. Jennifer submitted to that spectacular tip. Anchored to it, she pressed up against Rob's face, unable to contain the ferocity in her loins. Orgasm was within her reach. Faster and faster she jerked, chasing that compelling urge.
Rob, pleased to see Jennifer losing it, sustained the momentum. His tongue went at full throttle. He slapped saliva over her tremulous cunt. A shudder began building around his curving tip. He bore down and provided her responsive pussy unswerving bliss.
Jennifer clasped both her tits, encompassing the protruding nipples with her thumbs while scaling the heights. Rob invariably brought her to that woozy point in which pleasure came upon her like a tidal wave. He licked her shimmering pink flesh until her chin went high and she stiffened. A muffled scream followed.
"Ohhhh," she sputtered, feeding him her hot juices. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh." She ground herself to his face, smearing him with the proof of her gratification. "Oh, yeah."
Rob's head remained buried between Jennifer's legs long after her breathing grew steady. When he lifted his face, Jennifer beckoned him with sex-lazy eyes. Her nipples were hugely distended.
She deliberately slurred her syllables. "Now I need the other part of you." She squeezed her sensitive mound. "Ohhhh. I want something hard inside me."
Her invitation did not bear repeating. Kneeling before her, Rob leaned into the slack lips of her pussy. His bulbous head disappeared behind its sluiced borders.
"Oh, Christ," Rob groaned, overcome by that warm, wet embrace. Jennifer's walls crushed him. "Oh, yeah. Put me where I belong."
Jennifer fastened her legs about his waist. Her heels dug into his buttocks, simplifying his push. She caressed the upper muscles of his back with her nails while purring in his ear. Rob fit the rest of himself in her pussy with a gasp. He inched into her silken warmth. For a moment, he remained completely still and savored initial contact with Jennifer's sodden core.
His hard dick eventually commenced its rhythmic stroke. Both gained considerable pleasure from the wet, tingling lock of her cunt lips. Their luxurious coupling was accented by irregular breathing. The sweat began to spill from their pores. The wonderful ache of connecting sent them reeling.
"Ohhhh," Jennifer moaned, taking that rigid thing into her snatch. She appreciated Rob's uniform thrusts. He appeased the yearning that rumbled inside her. His hard dick afforded her enormous pleasure. Reaching around him, she caressed his buttocks. They flexed beneath her raking nails. Rob sank into her hot squish. She experienced his descent with a giddy rush.
Lee, recovering from his bout with her sucking mouth, grew erect from the sound of their juicy union. His cock ballooned in size, assuming its massive girth.
Rob saw that his buddy wanted a piece of Jennifer. He repositioned her on her side. Jennifer swung her leg over his hip.
Lee climbed into bed with them. He eyed her heart-shaped ass cheeks, then focused on her anus. The prospect of cramming himself into it brought his cock to a rigid stand. He knew her butthole would be highly receptive to his meat.
Lee worked his bulbous head, slick from Jennifer's bubbly spit, into her dark channel. Jennifer instantly relaxed herself. She accepted him into her baking groove, adjusting to his circumference.
"Yeah," she whimpered as he jammed his ass with cock. "Come in my back door. Fill my rear. Ohhhh."
Lee immediately encountered Rob bulging from the other side. He pushed until his whole cock fit into that trembling ass. Once established, he began fucking that mouthwatering ass.
Rob gazed tenderly at Jennifer while fucking her. He thought her pinched countenance and the dull luster of her green eyes hot. Pistoning his hips, he submerged himself in that soaked cunt, then pulled back. Lee's throbbing presence narrowed the amount of room he had, but Rob managed. Jennifer constricted about him to an elevated degree. Her pussy sucked at the skin of his cock, causing it to tingle while in motion. An agitation developed in his balls, radiating through him. Roughly, he plowed into her cozy receptacle while that sensation amplified. Unable to curb the ferocious impulses that inhabited his flesh, he merely catered to them. He plunged wildly into that juicy snatch. Jennifer swallowed him in one lunge, gripping his heavy base. His balls spanked her inner thighs.
Jennifer whimpered from the double dose of cock. Those young studs occupied her principal orifices. She savored the thrilling crush. Nestled between them, she took everything they had to give.
"Fuck me," she moaned, relishing her impalement. "Fuck me good."
Jennifer temporarily focused upon Rob's swollen member shifting back and forth in her cunt. Rob was jammed to the hilt. His solid, thriving flesh had her soaring. The enthusiasm behind his pumping held her captive.
She did not forget Lee's dick residing her rectum. Her lips rounded in ecstasy from his conflict with Rob. Lee crammed his fat dick into her butt. Her asshole puckered his advancing shaft. She clenched her teeth as he pumped her trembling ass cheeks.
Rob, overwhelmed by the pressure of her snatch, groaned. His dark pupils had a vacant quality, as though he were in another world.
Lee pushed her into Rob. Jennifer moaned. Rob's ten inches were lodged in her pussy. The rough hair of Lee's thighs scratched the backs of her silken thighs. He hugged himself to her, burying his dick in her crack.
"Ohhhh," she wept when his velvet sac met her quivering butt cheeks. Lee's girth made her see stars.
Rob pulled her to him. "We're in you but good, baby." His huge thing pulsed within her slick walls.
Jennifer eagerly shoved her pussy at him. He filled it with his excited dick. She moaned when absorbing it. Rob's rigidity knocked the wind from her lungs. Frantically, she rubbed that hard spike with his slick pussy. He massaged her love button with his converging strokes. "Faster," she implored. "Ohhhh. Faster."
Rob serviced her without fail. He increased his tempo. Gritting his teeth, he pushed and pulled his cock through that clinging pulp. Jennifer luxuriously massaged him. He could scarcely neglect the thrill she furnished in enclosing him. The thud of his groin against hers pricked his ears. Jennifer's abbreviated gasps, cut short by the repetitious slap of his balls, fueled his desire. The urge to cum was stronger than ever. Rob attempted to resist it in favor of bringing Jennifer to climax again. Her fulfillment took precedence.
Rob glanced over Jennifer's shoulder at Lee. Because he had previously cum, Lee would obviously outlast him. His staying power deteriorated. That nagging weakness threatened to subdue him. He couldn't help noticing the color reflected in Jennifer's cheeks, the tremble of her lips, the mistiness in her eyes. He smashed his way through juicy pulp, more determined than ever to get her off.
"I'm going to cum," Jennifer announced as beads of perspiration cropped at her brow. She squeezed his muscled buns. Her clit sizzled beneath his grinding cock. "Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Don't stop."
Rob groaned, tapping resources he rarely used.
Fiercely clenching his shaft, she ground herself to him. Her groins pressed together while that explosive feeling towered. Her clit throbbed from that continuous lumber of his swollen thing. His bone-solid shaft furnished an exciting conflict. She soared.
"Ohhhhhh," Jennifer blurted, convulsing. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. Yes."
Rob barely heard her verbal joy. Hot jism splattered her pussy. Gnashing his teeth, he surrendered to the tingling contractions of her pussy. Gasping, he discharged.
As predicted, Lee was fired up. His cock maintained its voracious rhythm in her ass. He wrapped his arms around Jennifer and launched into a frantic pace.
His energy sapped, Rob slipped away. Lee's hammering strokes displaced his cock. No longer a deterrent, Lee switched into gear.
Jennifer whimpered, absorbing their impact. Lee pummeled her butt cheeks. Without the encumbrance of Rob, his balls freely slapped her ass.
"Can I shoot in your ass?" he hoarsely whispered in her ear.
Jennifer merely nodded. His fast-paced thrusts kept her excitement alive.
Lee plunged deeply into that rear end. It gobbled him in entirely. In and out he went, bestowing it hot friction. Jennifer squeezed him with all she had. His pores opened, gushing sweat. His heart thudded loudly in his chest. The tingling warmth that had been building in his groin neared detonation.
"Oh, God," he croaked, injecting those quivering buns. "Arghh. Arghh."
Jennifer sobbed as he shot his load. Hot jism squirted into her bowels. She made no attempt to separate from him and avert its flow. She savored the scalding accumulation. "Ohhhh."
Having gotten his rocks off, Lee eased himself from Jennifer's anus. His creamy mess dribbled from that pink wrinkle.
"That was totally hot," Rob pronounced. "How about switching places? I get your ass, Lee your pussy."
"You can't be ready for more," Jennifer murmured, astonished. "You just came."
Rob brought her hand to his cock. "Check it out."
Jennifer gasped. He throbbed strongly against her curled fingers. She rubbed his cunt-sticky shaft. "Oh, wow. It's like rock."
"It'll feel excellent in those sweet buns, too," he huskily promised.
Lee filled her other fist with his resurgent erection. He hadn't grown soft in the least. "You tease," he whispered in her ear, "you please."
Jennifer's smile broadened. She gladly accepted the consequences of tampering with their individual libidos.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Melissa spotted Jon Bacliner, captain of the ship, using the courtesy phone in the hall. Recalling their night of erotic adventure with the cruise director, she slunk up to him.
"Where have you been hiding?" she whispered in his ear. That luxuriant feeling entered her pussy once again. Melissa rubbed against the older man's butt.
Jon, conversing with one of his men, attempted to conclude on a professional note. He discreetly conducted his trysts with the passengers.
Melissa brushed his back with her tits. Jon was vulnerable to the press of her nipples. She recalled how he sprinkled his spent cum over them. Veronica had massaged his spillage over her pulsing nubs. "I believe I need saving, captain," she purred. "Please come to my rescue."
Jon fell silent as Melissa trailed hot, stirring kisses over his neck and shoulder blades. The turbulence she roused began to affect him. She stroked the solid chest beneath his crisp uniform. Delving into his shirt, she toyed with his nipple until it became a pebble. His abdominals quivered upon her feathery touch.
"I'll check on that this afternoon," he said into the phone. His caller did not see his seared expression. Melissa's swirling fingertips nearly destroyed him. From the onset of her stimulating caress, she kindled his desire. He could feel the lust building in his loins. "I don't believe the problem is serious."
Jon concluded his call. Within seconds, his muscled arms surrounded her. She writhed in his embrace. His mouth descended upon her throat, returning the fervor she had plied. Melissa endured his warm, provoking kisses. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets, savoring that thrill.
"Let's go somewhere," he muttered. "We don't want to be seen."
Melissa weakly nodded.
His cabin seemed too distant to consummate the urge that burned in his groin. Melissa's quarters were equally remote. They had to make do with what was available. The utility closet seemed ideal to knock off a quickie. Glancing in either direction, he motioned for her to follow.
He feverishly discarded Melissa's bikini top. Jon soaked her fleshy stubs with tingling saliva.
His ferocious tongue engaged them. He sucked on those nuggets until Melissa went hoarse.
"You've got to be quiet," he calmly reminded.
"I can't help it. You get me so excited."
The captain understood. Melissa had been loud the other night, too. If Veronica hadn't silenced her by sitting on her face, she would have called unflattering attention to his cabin.
Melissa's bottoms were quickly shed. Jon leaned between her slender legs. His cock protruded from his unzipped fly. "Look what you've done," he croaked, gesturing to his hard dick. Her manipulative hands triggered his swelling. He hauled her naked flesh to his trembling body. "Your warm pussy will take care of it."
"Yes," she sobbed as he pressed his knob into her slick groove. "Give it to me."
Jon lowered it into her. His dick swiftly penetrated her. Melissa moaned, then held him close. She swiveled her hips to receive every inch.
"Oh, Christ," Jon groaned, cramming it into her. "Let me into that young, wet pussy."
Melissa wailed. She clutched his ass and petitioned him to pump her. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Shove yourself deep in my warm cunt. I want you inside, stroking me with that thing."
Jon clamped her mouth, then jammed her hot, agitated loins. Melissa moved like fire against him, absorbing his savage thrusts. All the frustration that rankled him was fed into those moist, clinging folds. "Oh, yeah. Cover me with that juicy snatch. Let me stick my cock into it. Ahhhh. It feels so good."
Melissa gyrated to his satisfaction. She knew what Jon liked, and functioned to that end. His dick lunged into her slick orifice, bombarding her with the sensations she craved. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't last. Jon couldn't contain the fireball in his cock. He was much too flush and excited to prolong his torment.
To speed his release, she petted his flexing buns. Her nails urged him forward with stimulating patterns.
"Come on, baby," she sobbed between his fingers. "Cum in me. Jizz me. Oh, yeah. Let me feel those squirts."
Jon pounded her buttocks against a shelf before he exploded. The perched items threatened to topple to the floor. He wanted Melissa to spasm with him. He fucked her with strong, inducing thrusts. His fierce pumping altered Melissa's expression. He could see his hammering urgency affected her.
"Do it with me," he groaned, slipping madly through those sodden cunt lips. "I want to bring you there. I want to make it happen for you." He clenched his teeth and drove into her with wild abandon. "Come on, baby. Let's do it. Come on. Oh, yeah. Let's do it."
Melissa sweltered behind his pummeling crotch. She clawed his clammy flesh, alert to her climb of pleasure. His dick sliced into her drenched pussy, whipping back and forth. That hard, driving shaft gave her everything she needed to make her pleasure final. She rubbed against it, soaring with him. "Ohhhh. You're going to make me cum. Ohhhh. Oh, captain. Oh, God."
"Yeah," he gulped, his flesh slapping hers. "Yeah, baby. Do it."
"Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Melissa's head spun. She shook her head, trying to reclaim her senses. The orgasm he gave her was mind-blowing. She came with dizzying speed, her loins still shuddering. He gushed between her legs. She relished the twitch of his spurting cock.
Jon sought her lips. He kissed her tenderly, then held her tight.
Darcy attempted to hide her nervousness. She had never collaborated on committing a crime. By following Randy's terse instructions, she would be considered his accomplice. If she declined to help him, who knew what lay in store for her. Randy would never tolerate duplicity.
According to his scheme, Mike Brennan was the last man on the Enchantress Randy sought to fleece. Mike represented the ultimate prize. A sagacious investor who financed drilling expeditions in oil-rich lands, Mike was worth millions. He generally traveled with outrageous sums of money. Known for flaunting fifty dollar bills to gain preferential treatment by ship employees, Mike had been rumored to have a fortune locked in the safe of his cabin. Randy wanted the cash, in addition to any other precious items he might have stowed.
The trick, however, was Mike's close watch on his cabin. He visited it much too frequently to suit Randy's usual aloofness.
Randy instructed Darcy to "distract" Mike while he relieved him of his property. "Distract," Randy expounded, translated into "fuck his brains out."
Though not completely receptive to the idea, he compelled Darcy to obey. When she encountered Mike on the sunbathing deck and saw that he was an attractive man in his mid-forties, her uneasiness evaporated. Tall, dark-haired, and with rugged features, she genuinely desired him.
She permitted him to ogle her while plying him with heated suggestions. Adjourning to his cabin seemed the most natural step. Mike, Darcy concluded, was easy to manipulate. Keeping him entertained was simple.
She detected Mike's yearning to touch her. Nothing would have given her greater pleasure than having him enclose her swollen breasts. The bikini betrayed her: the rigid peaks of her nipples protruded. A damp spot expanded across her bottoms. Warmth radiated through her groin. Her pussy ached for hard, male friction. Though she continued to feel a reminder of Randy's penetrating thrusts, a craving for sex reestablished itself.
Mike inched toward her, drawn to her luscious body. Many women had thrown themselves at him, but Darcy was the first to retain her standards. Though externally shy, she showed a wildness that had him shaking. Those dark eyes sparkled with a fervor he rarely confronted. He longed to devour that sensual mouth, and those tits-Jesus! She was endowed with a stunning figure. Darcy was his notion of a hot, delicious woman.
Unable to tame the fire that raged inside him, Mike reached for her lips. Though startled, Darcy remained stationed. She recognized the chemistry as well. Her mouth opened to receive his tongue. Mike dove into that sweet cavern, gleaning it saliva. Darcy's arms went around him, her tits pressed against his chest. He groaned at the stab of her stiff nipples. His hand curved about her ass. Subtle pressure, which he initially applied, escalated to blind groping.
"Ohhhh," Darcy sobbed, overwhelmed by the sizzle of his kiss. Mike had her panting. He swiftly found her most crucial hot buttons. He collected her squirming ass with those enormous hands and ravaged them to her delight. "Oh, yes. I want you."
After several moments of exploration, Mike left her shapely buttocks to claim her hand. Darcy trembled the second he clamped it over his groin. Her fingers stirred over that thriving section. Mike was hard as bone.
She detected the faint sound of Randy slipping into Mike's cabin. She purposely left the door unbolted. He quietly entered his closet to presumably tackle Mike's safe combination.
She delved into his swimsuit. Mike kept her mouth busy with his tongue and thrilling lips; she considered providing them gainful employment between her legs. The tremendous swell of his cock left her panting. Mike, she slowly learned, sprouted a monster.
Darcy slid down the length of his body, seeking that excited thing with her mouth. She wanted it close to her face, where she could gaze at it. He had a nice-sized dick, possibly seven inches. Stretching thickly toward her, it brimmed with life.
"Like it?" he muttered.
She nodded. "Show me. Kiss it."
Darcy lowered her tongue to the stout head. She circulated a tingly flow of saliva. Mike tasted good. Stroking that warm, salty flesh caused her appetite to flare. His cock stood, throbbing from her inventive slurps. She lapped him from his broad stem to his heavy knob, tracing the snarl of veins.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Make it wet." She applied more of her foamy spit. Globs trickled down his. shaft. Mike groaned as it coursed over sections that had not enjoyed her imaginative darts. Saliva dribbled over his balls. Darcy attended the bubbly excess, wriggling about the velvety sack.
"Oh, Christ," Mike gasped, trembling. His head rolled from side to side. "Lick my balls. Soak them in your hot saliva."
Darcy lapped that soft skin. Mike's hips gyrated beneath her sinuous tip. Elevating his groin, he steered her to his favorite spot.
"Cover them with your sweet kisses," Mike grunted.
She slobbered them as instructed. His cock rose tall and solid, pulsing with fury. Her luxurious swirl unleashed his animal frustration.
"Now, put it in your mouth. I want to fit myself inside your face."
Darcy's lips spread wide to adapt to that beating mass. Mike was so excited, it was difficult to receive him at a comfortable angle. His dick thudded against his stomach, fully swollen. Darcy gently clasped the ample trunk with her fingers while rotating his wet balls with her thumbs. He went smoothly into her mouth. Pressing him to her roof with her tongue, she gave him a turbulent massage. Up and down she ran her wiggling tip, subjecting him to a series of oxygen-depleting whips. She felt his entire body scream with pleasure through her clenched lips.
"Do you like the way I taste?" he groaned.
Darcy had no intention of answering. Her uninterrupted flutter served as his response. She sucked his cock with all the imagination and skill she possessed. If possible, she planned to exceed his expectations.
"Jesus. Rub your lips all over it. Let me fuck your mouth." He thrust himself into her face. Darcy whimpered when his balls hit her chin.
Darcy loved that savage outburst. Male authority exhilarated her.
"Yeah," he muttered, jerking himself through that moist circle. He planted the flat of his palms on the carpet, then swung at that saliva-rich opening. His stiff cock sank into that drenched ring. "Suck it hard, baby. That's one wild mouth. Go ahead. Swallow me. Let me feel the bottom of your throat. Don't be afraid to take me whole. You can do it."
Mike's palpitations multiplied. Darcy savored his building excitement. He was definitely in tune with her.
Darcy glanced at the closet. She prayed Randy would swiftly finish. The wait wracked her nerves. The threat of getting caught concerned her.
Darcy drew powerfully on his taut flesh. His verbal ideas aroused her. She captured Mike's burgeoning flesh between her rubbing lips. Lavishly, she stroked him, pulling him into a fever. His red complexion informed her of his impending orgasm. His stomach muscles rippled from the tremors she summoned. She caressed his hairy stomach, then fondled his fleecy thighs. He was a veritable beast. Compounding each mouthful she took, Mike added a little shove of his own. She savored that delirious push, accompanied by a shortness of breath.
Darcy's doting lips attended his cock. He studied her luxuriant slurps, then felt the whirling vacuum in which she trapped him. Mike defeated the urge to shut his eyes and erupt. Delaying the inevitable, however, proved fruitless. He ground himself to her face, groaning as those lips smothered his pulsing base and her cheeks caressed his balls. The whim intensified. "I'm going to cum," he muttered in a staggering flush.
Darcy began milking him in earnest. She wanted to down that hot goo. Up and down she twisted, relentlessly attached. Her tenacity triggered his orgasm. Those dense, creamy squirts began filling her mouth.
"Ughhh," he groaned, pumping jism. "Ughhh."
She massaged his spurting cock while it he exploded inside her cheeks. Mike's shattered breathing and quaking body accentuated her thrill. She relished the fact that she propelled him to a dizzying altitude.
Mike, however, sustained his hard-on beyond his convulsion. Darcy expected to feel him soften after emitting the last drops of cum. The flesh trapped between her lips hadn't lost a fraction of its throbbing size. It pulsed madly against her instigating tongue.
"Sit on me," Mike hoarsely commanded. He nodded to his surging member. "Sit on my dick, baby. I want you to ride me."
Darcy regarded the strength of his erection. Despite his powerful climax, Mike was ready for another round. Apparently, she had a brutal effect on his libido. His blue eyes flashed as they studied her furry mound. The lips of her pussy were wet and anxious to receive him.
Mike grabbed his cock and began stroking himself. He could scarcely wait for them to connect. Contemplating himself in her silken heat made him twitch. He stopped fondling his dick, afraid of shooting before getting the chance to stick it into that juicy snatch.
Darcy climbed onto his lap, positioning her symmetrical buns above his erect member. In setting upon him, she encountered his blunt tip. Her soaked flaps slid over that domed head. His thickness divided her succulent folds. Darcy pushed down on him, feeling that solid mass enter her cunt. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Mike raised his hips to speed up penetration. He couldn't postpone his excruciating splendor another second. Although he'd fucked many women, Darcy was special. "Jesus Christ. I've got to cram it into you, baby. You've got me all excited. Oh, yeah."
Arching her spine, Darcy sank onto him. Introducing Mike's hard thing to her tender pussy brought unanticipated joy. When her ass cheeks became situated on those balls and the stem of his cock expanded her cunt, she moaned. Containing his bulk was thoroughly enjoyable.
Mike's features looked pinched. His eyes glazed over. Placing her palm over his chest, she discovered a frantic heartbeat.
Mike's enormous hands locked about her hips while his knees came up. His thighs cradled her swaying figure. "Move your ass, baby, and fuck me. Smother my dick with your juicy kisses. Oh, yeah. Rock yourself on that stiff thing. Faster. Oh, yeah. Hump me."
Darcy rose and fell on his rigid member. He sliced into her hot pussy, noisily rubbing its slick borders. She jammed him in her frustrated center. The ache Randy instilled was enhanced by Mike's unyielding mass. He ran himself through her puckering lips, awakening her pleasure with every thrust. Darcy retaliated by charging down on it until those flourishing wet sounds echoed. Her tits swung as she rode him to ecstasy.
In and out of her slippery folds he went, burrowing into tingling squish. Mike clenched his teeth. "Can you feel me, baby? Do you like having my dick inside you?"
Darcy sobbed. "Oh, yeah. It's what I need."
Mike pounded himself into that receptive cunt. His balls slapped her soft ass. That warm, squeezing pussy stroked him to distraction. He couldn't get over its pleasing fit. His fingers dug into Darcy's wildly shifting buttocks and attempted to manipulate movement. Darcy ground herself to his base, sending him into orbit. "Fuck me, Darcy. Ride my cock. Oh, yeah. It wants to get you off."
Darcy pounced on him. The prickly hairs of his thighs brushed the backs of hers. She stuffed all she could into between the kneading walls of her snatch and gave him a guttural thrill. His hard flesh afforded her quite a rush. He gasped as she pushed down on his stiff cock. His face was lined with agony as she caressed him with her drenched folds. Her pussy caught the taut skin, bunching at its luscious crimp. Mike, contorting, fondled her shifting buttocks during her ecstatic jaunt.
"Ohhhh," she wailed, humping him faster. She plunged upon his hard spike, letting it glide over her swollen clit. A flurry of tingles coursed through her. Moving her hips, she generated eye-popping friction. Mike's shaft, which felt like rock, speared through her moist tissue.
Darcy approached orgasm with resignation. She couldn't tame the unmanageable sensations that ran riot through her system. Her flesh slapped against Mike. Clutching his biceps, she rode out the fury in her groin.
Mike eyed her nipples. He seized those tasty nuggets with his mouth. He lapped the sweat that trickled from those hard pebbles. Using his tongue, he whipped her into a frenzy.
"Oh, God," Darcy wept. "Ohhhh."
He experienced the heat of her climax. Darcy's pussy wrapped tightly around him, then shook. Her husky cries bounced from his walls.
"I'm cumming," she squealed. "I'm cumming."
He stuffed all he had into that contracting cunt. She twisted wildly on his lap, taking her pleasure from his cock. He braced himself from her convulsive squeeze, recognizing its capability.
"Cream on it," he said between intermittent sucks. Her nipples continued to delight him. "Cream on me."
Gazing into space with her mouth dropped and squeaks of joy compressed from her diaphragm, Darcy scarcely heard a word. Her ass striking on his lap, the backs of her legs slapping his muscled thighs were all she focused on. That constricting pussy flew back, only to return for more. Mike, thrusting upward, provided her the reinforced hardness she desperately needed.
"Oh, God," she moaned after hitting bottom. Mike might not have been well-endowed, but what he had seemed to compensate her in a greater sense. "Fuck me."
Darcy collapsed after wringing the ecstasy from his dick. She fell over Mike's muscled frame, panting. He made her cum hard-even harder than last night.
Mike didn't spare a moment. He guided her onto her back, then took charge. His sliced deep into that cunt, anxious to finish. Enduring Darcy's fulfillment had been an exacting measure. He steadily rammed into that hot squish, feeling the giddiness encompass him. He fed solid bone to Darcy's shaking cunt. After five minutes, he gushed inside that quivering hole.
"Jesus," he groaned, losing himself in paradise. "Arghh. Arghh. Arghh."
Darcy caressed his back beyond his final shudder. Gladly, she received that hot injection. He pumped what amounted to molten lava in her pussy. His abundant discharge flooded her snatch, causing its syrupy backwash to trickle down the crack in her ass. She was much too exhausted to attend to the matter.
The door to Mike's cabin suddenly opened. "Darcy, is that you?" Melissa asked, leaning through the threshold. Behind her stood the captain of the ship, Jon Bacliner.
"Freeze, everybody," Jennifer Tate announced, leaping behind her. Lee Monohan and Rob O'Shea accompanied her. "I believe there's a robbery in progress."
Darcy lost her cool. "I give up, Randy. I can't go through with this. I'll do anything but go to jail for you."
Randy, sighing with disgust, emerged from the closet with his hands up. He vented Darcy with an ugly look.
"Randy?" Melissa echoed, dumbfounded. "What are you doing in there? We heard Darcy having some really great sex and came to watch."
Randy shook his head. For him, the cruise was over, as well as his career as a professional thief.
Jennifer draped an arm around Melissa's shoulder. "Your boyfriend has been ripping off everybody on this ship. I'm actually a government agent, tailing him."
"You mean you ate my pussy, just to get him?" Melissa blurted.
Jennifer glanced at Jon, Mike, Rob and Lee, then placed a finger over her lips. "Let's keep that to ourselves, honey," she whispered.
Melissa glared at Randy. "You used me and Darcy?"
Randy avoided her accusatory stare. "You knew about this, Darcy?" she demanded.
Darcy began to sob.
"Shut the fuck up," Randy barked at her.
Jennifer winked. "I guess she did. Oh, well, I'm going to have to arrest both of you. Lee and Rob, would you be sweethearts and help me take them to the captain's quarters? We'll radio the Coast Guard." To Mike Brennan, she said, "You stay right there, doll. I'll be back. I have questions."
Mike winked back. "I'll keep Darcy's spot warm."
"You do that," she purred, anxious to complete Randy's arrest. Having heard the way Darcy moaned, she wanted a taste of him for herself. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've really enjoyed this cruise."
