“Get out of here, Sally,” Beth said through gritted teeth.
“Let me stay and watch… please?”
Beth closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She looked questioningly up toward Ted. He shrugged.
And then Sally clapped her hands joyfully.
“Thank you… Thank you. I’ll be quiet as a little mouse. I promise you.” She was quiet less than four seconds before she timidly asked, “Would you mind, Tod… If I put it in her for you?”
“That’s the best offer I’ve had all day.”
“Hurry, for Christ’s sake, and stop all this talking,” Beth said, twisting her body back further on the mattress, and lifting her impatient cunt off the bed.
Sally was in genuine awe when she took hold of Tod’s cock. “I just can’t believe it,” she said, and then stroked it a couple of times. She looked almost mesmerized as she bent her head and took it in her mouth.
Beth sat up angrily. “Damnit, what do you think you’re doing, Sally Reem? Stop that!”
Tod feeling the delicious sensations from her hot lips clasped about his cock, held out his hands expansively, “Girls… don’t fight over me.”
Sally gave a little nibble, then took her mouth away. “It’s delicious,” she told Beth in all sincerity. “I was just lubricating it for you.”
Beth lay back on the bed. Sally began stroking Tod again and continued stroking, all the while pulling him forward until the massive head of the prick touched the fevered cuntal lips of Beth’s waiting pussy. Beth jumped and moaned as Sally either accidentally or purposely hit the clitoris with her fingernail.
Tod pushed forward, gently. Beth was not so gentle. She viciously pushed her pelvis up to meet him, and his cock slid in like a great white whale in a crash dive. Down, down… down! The cunt… the warm, wonderful, throbbing cunt took every bit of it, and then Beth, her eyes closed in rapture, locked her legs around his buttocks and tried to pull him in even further. “Heavenly,” she said. “Heavenly.” She began moving her body up and down to meet his strokes.
It was then that Tod realized Sally was impatiently removing her clothes. She hadn’t worn anything under her clothes either. Completely nude, she walked over until she was standing right alongside the wildly fucking couple. She reached out and began caressing Tod’s mammoth scrotum, and then she began lavishing kisses on his back and buttocks. A second later she straddled his left leg and began rubbing her cuntal lips up and down the back of his calf
It was all very disconcerting at first, but Tod soon got used to it. Not only “used” to it, but wildly enthusiastic.
Back in the bar, Tony had already made Sylvia a third drink. Jack had spent the last two minutes gazing in rapture down the front of her dress. Then, tentatively, he kissed her. She felt his tongue swim into her mouth. She pulled away from him, embarrassed. Glancing around, she became aware for the first time that she was alone with just the two men.
Jack correctly interpreting her look, said, “Don’t worry. It’s okay.” He kissed her again and this time she responded, standing up and pressing her body into his. Tony came around from behind the bar carrying her drink. He put it down in front of her, then casually reached out and began massaging her breast through the sweater.
Sylvia startled, pulled away. She sat down again on the stool. Jack and Tony stood looking at each other and grinning. They sat down one on each side of her.
Jack said, “What’s wrong? Haven’t you ever made out with a stranger before?”
“You two work too fast for me,” she answered.
“Evasive… evasive,” Tony crooned. “The lady’s being evasive.”
“You like a slow worker, eh?” Jack asked. “One that takes a long, long time?”
Sylvia smiled in spite of herself “I can’t win, can I?”
“Everyone wins, that’s our motto,” Jack said, and he took her chin in the palm of his hand and turned her face to him. He began savagely French-kissing her. She returned his kiss, feeling a forbidden excitement beginning to well up in her body. She felt as though she were taking part in some Satanic ceremony. A moment later, she felt Tony’s hand take hers and put it in his lap. He wrapped her fingers around a warm rigid shaft of flesh.
The shock reverberated through her body. He had exposed himself, he had taken her hand and wrapped it around his erection! What did he think she was? A whore? She pulled her hand away and attempted to pull her mouth away from Jack’s hungry kiss. Jack, however, simply put one hand behind her head and held her captive. Tony undaunted, put her hand back on his penis again.
She thought of struggling, but then Bruce’s evil, smirking face came to mind. In her imagination she could see him at the very moment he would be humiliated. All this she was experiencing now yes, all this and even more to come was worthwhile because this would lead to his ultimate humiliation. And so, instead of removing her hand from Tony’s prick, she stroked it… lovingly, tenderly.
She did not see Tony’s grin toward Jack. A look of unspoken agreement passed between the two men. Slowly, as to not alarm her, Tony’s hand slid up her inner thigh and, with one smooth, unhesitating motion, pushed past the tiny elastic band and touched her defenseless, unprotected vaginal area. A jolt of pure pleasure racked through her cunt, and it was only then that the alarm bells began ringing in her mind, and a shrill sure little voice in her mind began screaming, “What are you doing, Sylvia? What are you doing? Have you no pride? No decency?”
Sylvia pulled herself away. “No,” she stammered, twisting away from both of them. She could feel the familiar rubberiness in her knees; she wanted it. She wanted cock! And yet? She didn’t want it with two complete strangers. Where was Tod?
“Tod?” she called, turning around to look at the completely empty room. “Tod!”
“Now just where do you think he is?” Jack asked, and then answered his own question. “By now, he is in the process of fucking the hell out of my wife.”
“And mine… “ Tony added. “After all, let’s not kid one another, sweetheart. That’s why we are all on this ship, isn’t it?”
Sylvia, swaying on her feet, silently said to herself, “That may be why you two are on this ship, but Tod and I are on it for a better reason than that.” She swayed again, and it was then she realized.
with a heart-pounding dismay that the Jolly Rogue was underway. Even as her startled eyes looked out the porthole, the lights of Santa Barbara were growing smaller and fainter.
“Come on, love, sit down. We’ll not harm you,” Jack said in a hypnotic tone of voice.
And Sylvia, knowing now that she had really passed a point of no return, permitted herself to be led back to the bar. A moment later the strange hands, the strange lips, were busy again… along with her own hands, for now it seemed there were two pricks to be fondled.
Inside the deepest part of her mind, that shrill voice of conscience continued to scream its warnings to her… a voice that gradually faded until it like the lights of Santa Barbara disappeared.
CHAPTER EIGHT
An angry Liz, followed by Sara, climbed the stairs to the wheel house where they found Hunt at the wheel and, together with Sam, chortling as he watched something on the closed-circuit television screen. The men were so engrossed at what they were viewing that neither one of them heard the girls enter. Both jumped like guilty small boys when Liz petulantly demanded, “What happened to Tod and Beth and Sally?”
“Goddamnit,” Hunt snarled, “don’t come creeping up on us that way. You scared the piss out of me.”
“Who’s creeping, you creep?” she answered angrily. “We’ve been looking all over the ship for them.”
Sam cackled, “Did you check stateroom three?”! He jerked his head toward the TV monitor.
Both women moved toward the set; it was Sara who spoke first, “Why lookee there.” Her eyes were wide in surprise. “That man certainly didn’t waste anytime.” And then, admiringly, “Look at him go! And look at that big old mustang whang on him. Wheeeeeee.”