Chapter 9
It was in the middle of the winter season and Seal was moping around the house, depressed because she really loved the summer; hated the cold. She had been this way for some weeks, looking out the window, moping, not even wanting to go out. Hardly wanting to spread her legs to get screwed. She couldn't be bothered. She was like a dainty flower that blossomed during the summer time and during the cold winter months would seem to isolate and sleep. I hated to see her this way, knowing her true, vivacious nature.
One morning when Seal was particularly depressed by the blizzard raging outside, I called our travel agent and told him to arrange for passage for the two of us on a boat to Bermuda. When the confirmation came through in the mail and I showed it to Seal, she was wild with happiness. It was just what she needed to bring her out of her depression. She spent the remaining day pulling out her summer togs, planning her wardrobe and even lying under the sun lamp so that she wouldn't look like a "white northerner," when she got down to the sunny beaches of Bermuda.
The time passed quickly and the day of our departure came. Our bags were packed and sent ahead. Seal went over our mutual makeup case, making sure we had everything we would need-but most especially, our birth control pills. We were making doubly sure there weren't going to be any accidents on this trip. We hopped into a cab and instructed him to take us to the pier.
The traffic was intense, and a couple of blocks from the pier, Seal suggested that the two of us plow through the snow, otherwise we'd miss the sailing. We pulled our fur coats close and began our trek through the snow. When we were but a block away from the pier, Seal noticed a very tall and extremely handsome stevedore walking down the cobble-stoned street.
"That's a nice looking one," she whispered, wiping the snow from her eyes.
"Sure is," I added.
"I hope they have that type where we're going," she said.
"I'm sure we won't have any trouble finding people," I answered.
"All the same, it would be nice to say good bye to New York in the winter with a nice hot fuck from someone like that. In fact, from him, in particular."
"Sure would be," I said. "You want me to get him for you?"
"You're a doll!"
I couldn't resist the glow in her eyes and I went marching right over to the handsome dock hand.
"Sure is cold, today," I said, addressing him. "You shouldn't be cold in a coat like that," he replied, eyeing my coat.
"Well, I am," I answered through batting eyelashes.
"So am I. It always seems to be colder down here on the docks than anywhere else in the city."
"Only one way I know of to warm up," I responded.
"How's that?"
"Fuck, baby."
He laughed, a bit surprised at my language.
"But where," he asked. "Where are you going to fuck on a day like this?"
"Well, if you feel like it, just come along with us. We'll find a place."
The three of us headed the final block to the ship, boarded it and found our stateroom suite. We dropped our coats on the living room sofa and the dock hand began to lick his lips as his eyes appraised us. He flicked his line of vision from one of us to the other, not being able to decide which of the two he wanted to be with. We both looked our best for the sailing.
It was Seal who made the first move.
"Let's look this place over," she said, heading first toward my bedroom. The whole place seemed like a funeral parlor with all the flowers and fruit that our friends had sent us to see us off. And in my room, sitting on the bed, was a handsome young man about twenty years old.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked.
He handed me a note. I opened it and read.
"Dear Emily: Have a grand time down south, but before we could let you get out of New York, we wanted you to have one last good fuck and hope you won't be disappointed. We took up a collection and went down to forty-second street and picked out the youngest, humpiest and most experienced hustler we could find. We even checked out his meat. Baby, he's hung, and knows how to use it. Have a good time and remember us. Love, Charlie and the guys at the bar."
"What a wonderful thought," I said, handing the note to Seal. "Look at that, Seal, isn't he a groovy looking guy?"
"Yeah," she replied, after reading the note. "But let's see what he's got to offer."
The young man stood up, unbuckled his belt, slowly unzipped his fly and removed a huge bulky sweater. He stood before us with his pants open, his muscular chest exposed and his strong arms peeling his pants down, giving us a thrill as his huge tool popped free of its confinement. He was something like us in that he never wore underwear.
I felt my twat beginning to twinge with the expected excitement and sex that it would have with this handsome stud.
Seal walked over and gave his prick a feel and then turned to her deck hand, almost as though she couldn't decide which one to have first. Finally, she reached for the deck hand's hand.
"Come on, honey. I'll show you my room. I want to see what you've got to offer, too. But wait a minute. My sister probably does, too, so open up those pants and pull out that meat," she said.
He seemed a little shy but went to it right away. In a second there was a long powerful looking cock hanging out of his pants. It seemed that both he and the forty-second street hustler were both equally endowed. It really didn't matter which of the two we were going to be with. "Okay, honey, let's go," Seal said, and disappeared out of the room, leaving me alone with the handsome hustler.
The minute we were alone inside the bedroom, he walked over to me, taking me in his arms and kissed me fully on the mouth. Hard, demanding lips covered mine as his tongue wound its way between my lips and explored my teeth and the inside of my mouth.
I felt the firm maleness pressing into my body and my tits jumped to attention and my box started screaming out, wiggling and grinding against the hard meat.
He broke away and smiled. "You're a little vixen. Has it been that long since you've had it?"
"About an hour or two," I answered.
"You must really dig it."
"If I didn't, they wouldn't have sent you to me, would they?"
"I guess not. You don't look like the type that would have to pay."
"I don't."
"No, I guess not."
"How about a little less horse shit and a little more stud power, baby," I said, egging him on as I let my hands slide down over his hairy chest and flat stomach, and grabbed his cock, feeling the rough, hard manness of it.
He turned to the door and locked it, putting on a chain lock that I suppose was installed for such purposes. Then he turned toward me. "I can't very well fuck you with your clothes on, can I?"
"Not unless you're some sort of magician."
"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?"
"I don't mind if I do," I answered, stripping out of my clothes before he could say, "cunt humper."
I stood before him, nude, my large breasts rising and falling with each breath that I took. "That's some tool you have there, baby," I said, moving closer to him and fingering his swinging meat.
"Not as nice as those knockers," he said, taking my big tits in his hands and squeezing them gently.
"If you like what you see, kiss it," I said, jokingly.
"That's not a bad idea," he said, lowering his head down onto my already hardened nipples.
"That sure feels good," I said, backing up and leaning against the wall.
"Taste good, too."
"I could just lay around and get my tits sucked all day long."
"That's good, because I love to eat tits, baby. It really turns me on."
"So I see," I answered, letting my hands roam down between his legs, pushing his springy hard-on down and watching it bounce back up.
"But I have bigger and better things in mind for us."
"Well, I hope so," I answered him. "If all I wanted was my big melons sucked, I could do it myself. I don't need a hot stud like you to do it for me."
"Strip out of those shoes and get over there on the bed," he demanded.
"Is that an order?" I asked.
"If you want this, it is," he said, pointing to his cock.
"Lordy me," I said. "No one could resist a piece of meat like that."
Quickly I stepped out of my shoes. I was now completely naked and exposed to this guy's big eyes.
"That's some body you have there, baby. I'll bet you're some hell of a hump."
"When you do it as often as I do, you become pretty experienced and you know what to do and when to do it."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"Well, get the rest of your things off and let's get started. My poor little pussy is just begging to be screwed."
"And so it will be, baby. It'll be screwed like it's never been screwed before."
"I doubt that very much, but you can try."
"Nothing like a little flattery to turn a guy on," he answered, sarcastically.
"Well, I always tell the truth. Sometimes people don't like it, but that's their problem. I find life a lot easier that way; never getting tied up in any situation that I can't get out of. If you're always truthful with somebody, they'll always know what to expect. Seal and I have always made that a practice."
"I guess if you look at it that way, it's okay."
"Besides, you wouldn't want me to tell you that it's the biggest prick I've ever had, when it's not. As far as a screw goes, we haven't even started, so how can I know what you're like in bed?"
"I get pretty hard and horny when I'm sleeping with someone like you," he said.
"If you get half as hot and horny as I do, it's going to be one helluva fuck session."
Suddenly he closed the gap between us and took me in his arms. The action was enough to tell me he didn't want to talk any more; didn't want to continue the conversation. He had other things on his mind. And that was just fine with me. I wasn't much of a talker myself when there was a naked man close by-close enough to reach out and touch, especially when he had a big swinging dick bobbing up and down between his legs. And so, I gave myself over to him, willingly, happily, and hoped for the best. Once again, his tongue was pushing past my lips while his hand found its way down my back and onto my buttocks.
His fingers dug in brutally, pulling me into his grinding prick as it pressed into my belly. I felt the urgency there, the need generated through his body. I hoped he'd be able to control it, be able to hold back. I didn't want a one-two-three, bang, and it's all over sort of thing. I don't particularly care for that kind of a screw. Don't particularly care for the guy to dip his prick in, give three strokes and shoot his load. That's not my kind of a scene. I like to go on for a long time unless it's absolutely necessary to get it over quickly ... immediately.
I once gave it to a guy in a men's room in a gas station while his wife was waiting in the car.
If the situation is like that, I can see a fast hump. But when you seem to have as much time as the two of us did, I enjoy a lengthy session.
Suddenly his body began moving and pushing me back across the bed until I felt the mattress pressing against the back of my legs. For a moment, an embrace, then he eased me down on to the bed.
Not wasting any time, he quickly joined me. And now the two of us were lying ... eager ... ready and willing to tear at each other's body.
For a long time he stared at me, letting his glance flow from my hair, down over my big tits, across my firm small belly, my flaring hips, then down over the ivory white of my legs.
He sure did appreciate what he saw, and I could tell by his reaction ... by the look in his eyes ... by the stiffness of his prick, that he was looking forward with great enthusiasm and eagerness, to what was about to happen.
His hips were undulating, pushing that big stiff prick of his into my leg, letting me feel the stiffness of his masculinity.
Suddenly he changed his position and came between my spread legs ... his fingers worked rhythmatically up my flesh until he again had a nipple in each of his hands, squeezing them ... teasing them. I could feel the pleasure from him throughout my body.
From the other room I heard peals of laughter and the bed squeeking, and I knew that Seal was enjoying herself as much as I.
My own hips were now undulating up and down, off the mattress. They were trying to tell the stud to get on with it; trying to tell him that I wanted it, but he still took his sweet time about it.
Then he was bending forward, but perhaps he was positioning himself ... getting ready to plug me ... to spread those legs and lips of mine wide and give me that cock of his. But instead his tongue came to rest on one of my swollen nipples. He began licking and sucking at my tender flesh, again.
He slid down, tracing a line over my belly until he grabbed hold of my cunt and began massaging it slowly, firmly.
He worked his fingers up until they came to rest in the thick bush that covered my hole of joy. Slowly he pressed down with his fingers and began to separate them, slipping his finger into my hot, straining hole.
His fingers moved slowly, inward, setting m nerves on end, setting that part of me on fire with desire. My whole body tingled and screamed for release.
"Give me more, baby," I screamed out, "Give me more of that finger. Let it turn me on. Get me ready for that cock of yours," I begged. I was really hot, and impatient to get on with the screwing now. Right now!
"Don't worry, baby, you're going to have this big swinging dick right up that hole," he said, grasping his hard prick with his other hand.
"I want it now, baby!"
"Soon. I'll give it to you, soon. I want to look at you, first ... feel you ... touch you ... lick you."
I was really hot. I was so horny that I wanted to spread my legs and let him take me then and there. This business of frigging me with just two fingers wasn't such a good idea; I could do that for myself, too. And if he didn't let me have it soon, didn't spread those legs and mount me, I would probably rape him.
It was the perfect timing. In a second, he inserted another finger and began his pace, moving in and out of my hole. I arched my back upward to give him better access to my little pussy.
As I felt his slippery fingers sliding over my clitoris, I ground my pussy up even further, impaling myself even deeper onto them until I had them all the way, up tight in my hole.
His large prick was bobbing up and down, pulsating, needing relief, as much as my little box and I knew that he'd soon have to give in. Soon he would have to mount me and screw the life out of me. He would give me that big, beautiful prick that I wanted so badly. It was only a matter of time before I could claim the prize, and feel the whole length of his rod slipping into me, into the sensitive flesh of my cunt hole.
There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted this humper to possess me, to really give me a good fucking. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted it before. But truthfully, I have to admit that that's the way I always feel while I'm with someone I want to screw me, so I guess it isn't really valid at all. But still, that's the way I felt, and that's the way it was with me, and perhaps, that's why I enjoyed screwing so much.
My hustler was moving, now, changing his position, and again I thought, this was to be it. I thought that he was about to plug me, give me that beautiful cock, right up my slit ... until I screamed for mercy. But he didn't. Instead, his body slithered up along my own until he was sitting on my tits, pressing them flat against his firm buttocks, with his big prick waving and throbbing right in front of my face. No one had to draw me a diagram. I had been with enough men to know that he wanted me to suck him off for awhile ... to get my hot tongue wrapped around that prick.
I lifted my head off the mattress and began licking; flicking my tongue out at the tip, making him moan on top of me. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my head and lifted me until his large dong could slide easily into my mouth.
I opened my mouth and let the first couple of inches slip in. He shivered and shook, on top of me and I knew he was enjoying it.
His enjoyment seemed to be contageous ... seemed to spread throughout my whole body, and in a moment I was groaning out and sucking wildly, letting him slip into my face as far as I could and still breathe.
Back and forth, up and down, it went. All the while I was sliding my tongue over the entire length of his long, hot prick. I grabbed hold of his balls, massaging them, wanting to give him even more pleasure ... to allow him the maximum.
His hips worked in time with my mouth, now. He had gotten off my chest and was kneeling with his knees on either side of my body. His hands were resting on the wall, behind my head, and he was pumping wildly, furiously, into my face. Suddenly, it occurred to me that he might decide to shoot his load this way, and where the hell would I be, with my twat aching to be screwed? I'd be left hanging up a tree, so I tried to pull my head away. But it was no use; he had positioned me helpless. I was beginning to worry about the situation, but then, I knew the signs which told me to control myself ... that he wasn't ready to come yet ... he wasn't even that hot, yet.
But I decided that as soon as I felt that prick in my mouth begin to throb, getting ready to spring back and shoot, I'd bite the sonofabitch's dong off before he got so much as a drop of cum in my mouth.
It wasn't that I didn't like that white, hot, oozing liquid in my mouth, or anything like that. It's just that when I wanted to get screwed, nothing stopped me, and I hoped, for his sake, that he didn't try anything funny.
He read my mind, he was backing off and pulling out.
"You're some little cocksucker," he moaned. "When I want to be, I'm good at anything I do."
"Well, let's hope you're as good in the hump department."
"That's my specialty," I said. "I've humped more cocks than you have ever seen."
"I don't doubt that for a minute."
"If the truth were known, I suppose we're nothing but a pair of big whores, but we love every minute of it-and we aren't ashamed of
"There's no reason for you to be ashamed, if one enjoys it. When girls look like you and your sister, they should be proud of it."
"How about a little more action," I prodded him on.
"For you, baby, anything."
"I think you know what I want!"
"Well, you're about to get it!" he smiled, "You're about to have it slide right up into you until my balls bounce off that tender little ass hole of yours."
"Promises!"
Then in a flash, he was sliding down along my body, positioning himself between my open legs, opening me wide. I knew this was it. I began shivering and shaking as needles of anticipation raced through my body.
I knew it was going to happen, and I couldn't wait. My body was out of control, now, as I arched my back up off the mattress, grinding my pussy into the air.
"You're hot, baby, aren't you?"
"You know it!"
"Does everyone turn you on like this?"
"No, just the guy I'm with."
He chuckled, slightly. I was sure that he couldn't believe what was happening. Most people didn't. Suddenly I found myself moving faster, bouncing up and down more quickly on his prick; moving my body in time with his ass. As the speed increased, so did the sensations, so did his hips. Everything was moving now. Our bodies thrashed; our hands grabbed at each other, clutched at each other, as the hump came down full into me.
"Give it to me!" I cried out above him, letting my hand run through the hair on his chest.
"You're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get the whole prick, the whole load, and it ain't gonna be very long!" he gasped, reaching up and grasping hold of my tits, leaving me free to thrust myself onto his hot flesh.
"C'mon, baby, hump me! Give it to me wildly. Open me wide. Shove it all the way into me, up into my face."
Suddenly his legs opened wide, allowing him to penetrate my hot, dripping hole even faster, harder, deeper. I began whimpering out loud, filling the room with my animal sex sounds as my body was built up to an unbelievable degree.
This was it, I knew. His body had tensed completely and he was moaning, gasping, screaming at me.
And then it happened! "I'm coming! Now, babe," he screamed, "Now! Give it to me, now! I'm shooting! I'm filling that cunt full!"
And I did. I moved quickly and as hard as I could, feeling him shoot inside of me. In another moment, in an instant, I would be coming, overflowing with juice. And I came!
It dripped out of me in floods, clung to his slick shaft and was quickly pressed back into his thick bush.
The explosions and the sensations were delicious. I felt my love juices draining me of strength. Then my passion abated. I was unaware of anything that was happening. I wasn't even aware that he was collapsing on top of me, moaning the moans of animal lust. I felt his stiff prick inside of me, and I knew that the time had come. It was over for both of us ... or I thought it was. I didn't realize how violent this guy's climaxes were. His body continued to jerk in violent convulsions, pounding his hips against me, forcing his slimy cock deeper inside me. His shoulders shook, his head thrashed back and forth, and in a minute, he lay still on top of me; collapsed, exhausted. I was in the same condition. There was nothing left to do but relax. In a few minutes we were both sound asleep.
I woke up a few hours later and Seal was standing over me. shaking me.
"Well, baby, you really done it this time," she said.
'What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, just this. The boat sailed nicely and we're on our way to Bermuda."
"That's great!"
"You think so! Look what's laying next to you."
"Oh, my God! Didn't he get off?"
"No, he didn't get off. And he doesn't have a ticket."
"How about your guy?"
"Oh, he made it to shore, on the pilot's boat."
"How was he?"
"Oh, he was okay. And how's this guy?"
"Wait until you give him a thrill! He's fantastic. He'll wake up nerve endings you didn't know existed."
"Sounds promising. What are we going to do with him?"
"Well, there's not too much we can do. We'll take him to Bermuda with us. He'll be good to entertain us."
I sat up in the bed, shoving the sheet down and revealed the hustler's naked, sleeping form. There was his limp prick lying there between his legs. "Nice piece of work, isn't it, Seal?"
"Not bad, at all. What are we going to do with it, Emily?"
"We'll just keep it in our room. It's a guarantee against a long, lonely night. I mean, we've never gone on a cruise before and it's always good to have an ace in the hole."
"We could pay his passage, I suppose."
"Fuck paying his passage. We'll keep him down here in our room, safe and secure, and there's plenty of fruit here for him to eat. Don't worry about it."
The rest of our trip to Bermuda was filled with sucking and fucking. Long days of playing and long nights of loving. Between Seal and I, we went through just about every male capable of getting it up on board the ship. That includes the ship's crew, also. And it wasn't kept secret, either. Pretty much everyone on the whole ship knew that the two of us were hot to trot, and pretty much willing to take on anyone. The women on the ship, of course, resented it. They snubbed us, insulted us, and tried to put on the high and mighty act. But this didn't bother us. We could probably buy and sell most of them, anyway. The women on the ship were livid with anger and jealousy when they'd see us strolling to the dining salon and sit at the captain's table. Each of us dressed in an original gown, and dripping with diamonds or some other precious gems. We came to be on such good terms with the ship's chef that he sent snacks to our suite which was a good thing because most of the fruit turned out to be crummy and we had to feed our little cunt humping hustler some way. He couldn't live on our cunt juices, alone.
The whole trip on the ship was one series of humps after humps. If Seal wasn't in the state room getting fucked, she was sucking off one of the engine hands down in the engine room, and if I wasn't getting screwed in my bed-which was most of the time-I was swimming in the pool, groping and feeling as many guys as had the nerve to hop in. There was one guy that had such a fantastic build that I gave such a grope to that he got a roaring hardon and couldn't get out of the pool for fear of embarrassment.
So I swam over to him, under water, and startec tugging at his suit, pulling it down and off. He started to struggle with me, as if he didn't want to go along with this action, but I got to him. He remembered who I was and within a few seconds, I was giving him an underwater blow job. I had to keep bouncing to the surface every few minutes for air, but on the whole, it was pretty much fun, but I felt his prick tensinj and getting ready to shoot. I pulled my hea( back and jerked him off the rest of the way. I was awfully interesting to see him shoot his loa( under water; almost like I had an eye way up inside my twat and could watch him shoot into me and into my liquids. The white cream came oozing out like a stream into the turquoise water and immediately appeared globular and floated to the surface.
One evening, as I was coming back from dinner, I passed a very handsome man, and as he moved up the steps, I let my hand brush over his groin area and took a good feel, trying to size up the size of his prick; seeing if it would be worth the while to get a hump from him. He had plenty of available meat; much more than the other guy in the pool, and I was all set for a good lay.
"Hi, handsome," I said.
"Do I know you?" he returned.
"Not yet, but when you dig men as much as I do, you don't waste very much time getting introduced to them."
"I'm glad about that," he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "You're a sexy looking number."
"You're not so bad yourself. You land of bring out the animal instinct in me," I smiled, moving closer to him.
"Well, you don't exactly leave me cold, either."
"You're the kind of guy a girl looks for when she's really hot and wants to get a good lay. I'll bet you can really carry on, really swing on the mattress."
"You know it, baby!" He sounded so confident, with his inflated male ego.
"What're we standing here on the stairs, for, anyway? It's kind of stupid, when we could be locked away in some little room and you could be beating me to death with that club cock of yours," I said, grabbing his prick through his pants again.
"You really turn on fast."
"I'm always turned on. I never turn off."
"And here, I thought it was me."
"I'm turned on more than usual, though. So don't worry about it. You can still keep your ego high."
"If you hump as well as you talk, you must be one helluva lay," he smiled, pulling me even closer. He rubbed his already hard prick against my leg.
"That's some baseball bat you've got there," I said, grinding my body hard against his.
"That's to hit home runs with, baby. Right out of the park."
"How about playing a little ball in this field," I said, seductively undulating my hips.
"Love to. Can't think of anything I'd rather do. I'd love to take a swing at that mound of yours."
"I'm not going to play ball right here, on the stairs, though," I said.
"If you get me any hotter, you will."
"I'll get you hotter ... but not here!"
"Did you arrange for a place?"
"Yes, there's a lovely little suite on 'A' Deck that's all ready and waiting," I said, thinking of Seal's room, with the hustler and her performing in the next room.
"You mean to tell me I really turn you on like that, so quick?"
"Oh, you do. You really do. I swear. You're the biggest, handsomest man I've met in a long time. I can't wait. I really can't wait to get at your body. I can't wait to get my juicy moist lips on that big throbbing cock head of yours. Can't wait to suck it up ... take it all the way up to the balls, deep into my throat ... have you fuck my mouth silly. Have you grind and bump your hips right into my face; rubbing that beautiful masculine brush against my face."
"That's what I like to hear. That's the way you can really get me all hot and bothered."
"Tell me about your body," I moaned out to him, getting in front of him and putting my hands on his shoulders.
"What about it, baby? You can see it."
"No, I can't. Your clothes hide it. Do you have a hairy chest? Do you have muscles?"
"I've got a nice big curly mat for you to run your fingers through. As far as muscles go, I've got them in places you've never dreamed of."
"That really turns me on. I love to suck on a nice hairy chest while running my hands up and down a well muscled thigh. Is your cock as big as it seems? Can it ram up my cunt and make me scream with ecstasy?"
"My cock is big. But it gets bigger and fatter with each stroke it takes. It can ram you till you can't take it any more. It'll plow you so hard, you'll scream for mercy. My body and my prick were put together for women like you; ones who really want it and can appreciate it."
"Come on, let's go to my state room," I said.
"No, in a second. I have to go meet some people and tell them I won't be around for awhile."
"No. No. I have to have it now," I screamed. "I've got to have it, I can't wait. I'll go nuts."
I fell on my knees in front of his big cock and groped at it through the material.
"Come on, baby, hold on. Play it cool. What if someone comes?"
"I can't. I can't. I have to have it now, this instant," I rasped, pulling his fly down and reaching in and grabbing hold of his swollen tool. I pulled it out and caressed its arrow-like head with my fingertips. "Give it to me!" I moaned. "I need it!"
Then, in a second, my tongue was running up and down the length of it, making him quiver and shake, above me.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "Oh, suck it; eat it all. Turn me on the way I know you can. Make me go crazy ... the way you are. Make me want to fuck you this minute."
"Oh, sweetheart, you're ripe and ready. This cock is so beautiful. It's just meant for my big, hot, thick, swollen tongue."
"Yeah, baby, yeah. You've got me! You've got me good. Eat my meat. Eat that joint between my legs."
"Oh," I moaned, caressing his prick. "This'll feel like nothing you've ever felt before. This will be the best cock licking you've ever had. The best tongue you've ever had, but remember, this is only my tongue, now. Only my tongue working over your meat. Nothing else. I'm not going to even eat it yet. I'm not going to take it into my big hot mouth and let you feel my teeth against it. I'm just going to lick it all over ... from your balls right up to that oozing head."
"Okay, baby. Good cock-licker, that's you!"
"Wait 'till you feel me eat it. Wait till you feel me wrap these hot lips around it."
"Yeah, baby. Put those juicy, ripe lips of yours right over that swollen dick of mine. Eat me. You hear! Suck me off!"
Suddenly I was standing, letting my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, letting my hands slide onto his bare, hairy chest.
"Oh, baby, you have some body. You really turn me on. You really weren't kidding when you said you had a body and a cock that were made for women like me. A woman who can appreciate it and get the most out of it."
"What are you doing here? What are you doing now? Why aren't you on your knees making love to that cock and eating it?"
"I'm getting you ready. I'm getting me ready. Getting both of us ready."
I felt my body burning with passion. I was really turned on. I was being driven insane with passion and I didn't care where I was or what was happening.
"Kneel down, you whore!"
Without thinking, without waiting a second, I obeyed him and once again fell to my knees in front of his stiff tool. I wasn't concerned about getting him into the state room now. Wasn't even worried that we might be discovered having sex on the stairs right outside the main dining salon.
"You want me to eat your cunt, don't you baby? Isn't that what you want?"
"Yeah, that's what I want. That's what my twat needs."
"Okay, let's have that licking you promised! That hard dick is staring you in the face, waiting. Let's see you lick it good, all the way.
I reached out, grabbed hold of his thighs and buried my head in his brush, sticking my tongue, snake-like, into the curly mass of hair. I worked it back and forth over the dark patch.
He moaned above me as my tongue moved onto his ramrod. I ran a moist line up and down the length of it, licking it, kissing it, nibbling on its head.
At last I opened my mouth wide and took the throbbing tool in. I bobbed back and forth, in a humping motion, sending shivers of passion throughout my body.
"Don't forget the balls, sweetheart. Don't forget to lick those big balls hanging there. They're hot and waiting for that tongue of yours."
I couldn't forget them. I couldn't ever forget them, so beautiful, so big, so warm. My tongue swirled at them, making his body shiver with the contact. All of a sudden my hands reached for his belt and in a second his pants were down, around his ankles. He was so hot, he didn't know what happened. He just reached for my dress, pulling it up and exposing my sensitive little slit for his actions.
"Oh, how delicious," I screamed. "It's going to be so fantastically good."
He edged my body down to the floor and I felt myself screaming; 'fuck me, you big whore-master. Plunge that hot poker into this hungry pussy. Give me a real hot fucking."
He did just that: taking his stiff rod, he drove it all the way into my now sensitive twat. I began jerking my body, spasmodically. He was driving me insane.
His body pounded against me, unmercifully, and I felt his stiff rod sliding in and out of my juicy little pussy, making me squirm and writhe under him in passionate delight. I couldn't stand it much longer and I felt the explosions begin. My juices were flowing wildly, like a river, drowning his cock head, and I tensed my body. My head thrashed back and forth as I experienced the complete thrill of release.
His body, too, began to stiffen and I felt his cock head enlarge and shoot his white cream deep into me, filling my hole with his sexy liquid.
As we lie there, recuperating from our ordeal, in the background I heard a woman screaming in shock and disbelief. I turned my head, and looking up saw an old matronly prune standing above us screaming and carrying on like a cat when you step on its tail. Within a few seconds, she had attracted a pretty large crowd, including the captain of the ship. And there we were, the stud and me, lying on the stair landing. Me with my skirt up and he with his pants down, both of us still joined together by his huge cock. Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed, but I finally made my way back to my state room.
The next day the captain visited us and informed us that our company was no longer appreciated and when we got to Bermuda, we were expected to leave the ship.
Which is what we did-along with my forty-second street hustler. The three of us flew back to the great city of New York, where people are a little more understanding when it comes to fucking and sucking, and all that.