Chapter 11
Loretta found it hard to believe. She was no longer a slave to Jerry Doan, but his wife. They were honeymooning now, taking a Caribbean cruise, and Jerry was in their cabin, resting, while she stood on deck, feeling sated, but not satiated. Funny, but since she had married Jerry, great as he had been, he hadn't been able to totally satisfy her any longer. Not that he didn't have staying power. He was as good as ever, and she always pretended that he was making her feel wonderful. But the truth was, her body had become so innured to having so many cocks, no one cock was satisfying any longer. No one cock would ever content her again.
The breeze from the ocean filled her nostrils, and she struggled to take her mind from the intensifying needs of her body. After all, she was no longer enslaved to anyone. She was free to love and be loved.
Or was she?
It suddenly occurred to Loretta that where she had been enslaved by Jerry Doan, before, punished with a multitude of penises, not to mention vaginas, now her body needed sex like a narcotic. She realized she was becoming a slave to her physical desires. Yes, she needed sex, needed it badly. She needed to be fucked even more than she needed to be loved. She needed to be fucked with consistency for about two or three hours running-at the very least-perhaps even longer.
She was on the deck below the one where she and Jerry had their cabin, and she was walking past a row of lower class cabins when she heard the sounds coming from the one cabin with lights still coming from its portholes at this time of night. Curious, she walked over and peered in, and she saw a group of kids, perhaps in their late teens or early twenties-six of them-three boys and three girls-all naked, all indulging in the time-honored sport of fucking and sucking, and all of them trying to enjoy themselves, but all of them doing it amateurishly.
The mere sight of them set Loretta on fire. Yes, she was still enslaved, still helpless, still trapped by her body. She had no choice but to do as her body wished. She knew Jerry would be asleep by now, and this would be her only chance for some real satisfaction on this cruise. If she didn't act now, she would be forever trapped with only one cock.
Trying the cabin door, she was surprised to find it open. Entering, she shut the door behind her, then shut the shades over the portholes. She noticed the kids were so stoned, they were totally unaware of her presence. That was good. It meant they probably would never remember her the following day.
Hurriedly, she undressed, putting her clothing where no one would touch it, and then moved into the tangle of mixed male and female bodies, surrounding herself with cocks and cunts and breasts, inhaling the rich aroma of sexual arousal, knowing she would never again be happy unless intermingling with multitudes of sex organs. As she sank her cunt down on one cock of a man too out-of-his-gourd to know what was happening, she leaned forward and began sucking on another cock while her hands gripped two cunts and she began fingering them. When the third cock moved into her rectum, its owner totally unaware of who she was, not caring in the least, she felt one orgasm after another begin exploding in her body, and Loretta knew this was really living ... really living.