"The other breast!" whispered Lucy.
"I know all that," I said gloomily, stretching out her nipple. "Don't rub it in. But what do I DO?"
"You're uncomfortable," said Lucy. "I can't get at you. Take your pants off."
"I can't stay long," I said. "I mustn't be late for the office!"
"With your troubles you're worried about being late at the office?" jeered Dave.
He was right. Whatever I did couldn't make my troubles worse. And my big prick was gibbering so angrily I had to give way to it.
"That's much better," said Lucy dreamily. Her elbow rested upon my groin and her delicate fingers tumbled my balls with the same exquisite tenderness that her other hand fondled Dave's prick.
"You'll just have to weather the storm, Mike," said Dave. "Heave to. Run up a storm-sail. Batten down the hatches. Then curl up in your bunk below decks while the storm rages around you, and hope you survive."
"How come you never get into jams?" I asked bitterly.
"I'm careful not to get involved," he said promptly. "Take Lucy. She loves screwing. So we get together from time to time and have a ball. That's right, isn't it, darling?"
She revolved her hips. "Can you push two fingers up inside me while the other two are stroking?" she asked. "That's… fine. Ah! That's it. That's lovely!"
"This India-rubber snake-dancer, for example," Dave told me. "I didn't have time to screw her aboard. But we had a session in her dressing-room yesterday afternoon. She's unique! The tightest, asshole! While I rammed into it she bent forward. She got her head and her shoulders so far in between our legs she could nib her tits on my ass. My prick was lodged inside her while she was doing it! Imagine the sensations! But I don't get involved, see. I could be in her dressing-room this afternoon, ramming it into her while she contorts every which way and that way. But I'm smart. I don't make a regular thing of it. We'll screw again next time I'm on leave. And if she's not around, there's another hundred cunts that are wet and ready.
"I'm wet and ready now," mentioned Lucy.
"You always are," said Dave. "How's Mike?"
"Like you. Wet and ready, too. Hot, hard and throbbing!"
"You fuck her," Dave told me. "I prefer to be sucked off in the mornings."
"I should get to the office," I mumbled. "I'm already late."
My prick almost slapped my face.
"Look at it this way," reasoned Dave. "You're a condemned man. What will happen will happen. You might just as well enjoy your last supper."
His logic was remorseless. I yielded to It. My prick leaped and crowed.
Dave stripped down the bed sheet. Lucy was everything I'd imagined; slim-thighed, satin-skinned and loins glowing with sexual virility. Although she was a brunette her only body hair was the sleek black fleece upon her Mount of Venus.
"Isn't she sweet?" asked Dave, sticky fingers gliding in and out below the black fleece.
"Lovely!" I confirmed hoarsely.
Lucy gave my cock an extra little rub-up to show she appreciated flattery.
"She's got a lovely tight ass-hole," Dave said proudly. "Ain't that right,-honey?"
Lucy flushed coyly and lowered her eyelashes. "Make a sandwich of me, if you like," she suggested delicately.
"No deal," Dave said flatly. "I want to sit back for a long, slow suck-off. I've got to ease down on the athletics. I've a date with those three sisters after lunch. Climbing all over them is more tiring than climbing Mount Everest."
Lucy sat up and took charge, arranging the scene to her satisfaction. She sat Dave with his back flush against the head-board, and his legs drawn up until he was almost squatting on his heels. His prick stood up like a cricket stump. Its knob quivered with anticipation.
Lucy was as sinewy as a cat. She knelt in front of Dave with her chin all but resting upon his knob. She spread her knees wide apart and her cute little ass pointed up at me provocatively. She instructed over her shoulder. "Juice up my Brownie before you slip it in!"
I knelt behind her. She curved her spine beautifully until her bottom pointed up at the ceiling. She splayed her legs so far apart her bottom cheeks stretched the cleavage between them into a shallow gully. The pink ring of muscle around her Brownie winked mischievously. I moved in, rested the ball of my finger upon her Brownie and whispered it around and around. She gasped and quivered. Then her head went down, then it was Dave who gasped and quivered.
I'd have finger-teased her Brownie a long time. But she was impatient. There was a slobbery, squelchy noise, her head came up and she said indistinctly over her shoulder: "Do it with your prick, darling!"
My prick was doing it almost before I knew about it. It became a runaway horse. I fought it hard, used the curb on it, mastered its headstrong plunging and its desire to gallop and reined it down to a gentle.cantor. Lucy's cleft began a good two inches away from her ass-hole. It was mushy and sticky. I nosed it with my knob, soaked it in drool and then painted the goo all over her underparts right back to her Brownie. It wasn't long before she was well juiced up. So was my prick. I whispered its knob around 'her Brownie, pressed, and probed gently. Lucy gasped delightedly onto Dave's knob and he whimpered.
I was intrigued by Lucy's Brownie. It was amazingly tight. I circled my knob around it and probed persistently. There was pleasant tension and stretching, but I couldn't lodge more than the tip of my knob within the muscular ring. It was a frustratingly tight ass-hole! But it was great fun trying to squeeze into it. She gave little jerky hip movements to show she appreciated my persistence. I probably would have penetrated her eventually, with her cooperation. But she didn't want it. She'd enjoyed my probing and thrusting, but had resisted penetration. I realized it when she slobbered Dave's knob out of her mouth and whispered urgently. "Now my other hole, darling!"
My prick sprang forward like an Olympics sprint champion. Before I could rein in, it was halfway up her vagina. My knob was hot, tender and slightly flayed after so much Brownie-probing, so I eased it in the rest of the way slowly. It was a tight pussy with delicious suction. She hunched over conveniently, with Dave's knob halfway down her throat and her bottom ramming back hard against my groin. I skewered her beautifully. She brought her hands down between our legs and tumbled my balls. I wrapped my arms around her, cupped her tits and stretched out their nipples with fingers and thumbs. She had ultra-sensitive nipples and as soon as I stretched them she stepped up the action. Her loins and bottom bore down powerfully against my prick and she got a two-handed grip on my scrotum. She drew it up under her, stretching it tightly over her love-lips. Simultaneously, her sucking became a greedy gulping that sent Dave. He gave a long, deep groan that slowly climbed up the scale until it was a high-pitched screech.
Surprisingly, Lucy came before me. I felt the stiffening tension in her loins as she braced herself for her spasm. My prick tore free from my restraint then. It swelled up magnificently and spewed spunk riotously. Lucy sucked Dave's knob frenziedly and her pussy sucked my prick. Dave's high-pitched screech became a keening wail punctuated by gasps as he spurted in unity with me. Lucy's body became a deliciously writhing receptacle for our spunk, eager for ever more of it.
When it was over we were all sweating. I edged back drawing my prick out from Lucy's vagina, watching it emerge with long, silvery threads of spunk and pussy-juice clinging to it. Lucy slobbered Dave's prick out of her mouth, turned over and sat upon the edge of the bed. She pressed one hand to her crotch and her eyes were dreamy. "Gosh! That was gorgeous!"
Dave was still squatting on his heels. He stared down at his prick with pride. "Look at it," he said admiringly, "It's still stiff, If Lucy worked on it now, before it turns flabby, it would soon be ready for the starter's pistol again!"