I had to enter slowly. She probably spent most of her time playing with herself. But rubbing up her love-lips and clit-bud didn't stretch her vagina. Probing my knob into the ring of muscle around her vagina entrance was tough going. And sliding up into her was like boring my own hole. Her hot, stickiness resisted until I feared I was tearing her. When I was right inside my cock was so tightly sheathed every pulse of blood increased the constriction. Her finger-tips, pressing into the creases of my bottom, strained powerfully, trying to cram more of my throbbing prick up inside her. "Slowly, Mike," she said dreamily. Her eyes fluttered and looked up into mine tenderly. "Can you kiss my breasts at the same time?"
Her tits were slippery with sweat and very pliable. I pressed them together and pushed them high. They were so soft I could mould them together until their taut nipples touched. I licked them both. She quivered. I kept licking, and her hands slid down my buttocks to my scrotum, teased my balls and bathed them in the love-juice trickling out from her pussy. It was all very enjoyable, and I was keeping my big prick under reasonable control. I'd almost gained my objective so now I could give my prick its head. Her two taut nipples, squashed together, were as inviting as two iced cherries. I sucked them into my mouth and laved them with my tongue.
She whimpered. "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me!"
The words she used, and her tone, set me off. I'd been holding back. Now I let go. I reared up on her, skewering her powerfully and her gasps of ecstasy were a spur. Her loins pistoned frantically while she writhed, and I crammed her tits into my mouth and chewed them while she all but thrust my dangling balls up inside her Brownie. My hot spunk surged through my richly expanding prick with a sweet agony that split us both apart. I couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't get enough of me. We writhed, clung and tore at each other, and when it was over we were exhausted.
She stirred beneath me. "Do you want to pull out?" she whispered.
I slid down her sweet-slippery body and withdrew my prick slowly. Her vagina was so tight my cock stretched. It was still thick, but flabby. I kneeled up and it bowed over. Her eyes were soft and shining. "That was lovely, Mike. Why don't you sit astride my chest?"
I straddled her, my knees tip under her armpits, her breasts squeezed together between my thighs. She pulled my prick towards her mouth and her eyes held mine as her tongue tantalizingly laved my knob. My prick twitched and her eyes gleamed. "It responds beautifully, Mike."
"It knows what it likes!"
She swallowed my knob into her mouth, sucked gently a few moments and pulled it out. She watched it quivering excitedly and oozing little droplets of love-juice. "Does it often respond?"
"When you make it respond."
"I mean… that is… how many times can you come?"
"Often. If you work on me between orgasms."
She swallowed my knob into her mouth again, sucking and licking simultaneously. My prick thickened and stiffened and stood up so rigidly she couldn't crane her mouth forward enough to hold it. She licked around the knob and down the shaft to my balls. "It's lovely now! Use it to play with me. I love that!"
"Sorry, Gloria." I said firmly.
Her eyes widened. "No?"
"I must work. I've just time for a straight in-and-out."
"Must you go?"
"I work all the hours I can. I need the money! I love being with you. But you do understand!"
Her eyes were swimmy. I didn't know if she was crying for herself, or my fictitious sister. "Things will improve, Mike," she whispered. She grabbed my prick and pushed it down to her groin. I slid down with it until I was kneeling between her legs. She closed her eyes, buried my knob in her crevice, whisked it up and down for a minute and then came very, very satisfyingly. "That's it, Mike!" she choked. That's lovely! Now you do it. Hold it with both hands."
"I haven't the time," I said firmly. I leaned forward and-went straight in, so forcefully she gave a gasp. She almost didn't know what had happened until my prick was rammed high up inside her. I grasped her floppy breasts, pushed them high and squeezed them together. "It's got to be a quickie." I said and licked her nipples. They tasted salty. I licked them again. Her eyes rolled up and showed the whites. "Fuck me, Mike," she panted. "We'll make some arrangement. Fuck me!"
I held her firmly and drove deeply until she gibbered and clawed at my shoulders. Every spurt of spunk seemed to draw sandpaper across the quick of her sensitivity. She quivered and jerked like a marionette. The ecstasy of it was too much to bear and every muscle in her body strove to restrain my last spasmodic convulsion.
I drew away from her. She was splayed out limply, her breasts heaving. I'd wiped my prick clean on the bed sheet and had climbed into my pants before she had the strength to prop herself up on her elbow. She looked at me with melting eyes. She was a picture, with her big tits hanging heavily, her red hair falling across her flushed cheeks and her thighs glistening with love-drool. "When will you come again, Mike?"
"Whenever I can. I don't have much spare time. I help out in the kitchen if I can. I need every penny I can earn."
She pouted. "Don't you enjoy being with me?"
"It's heavenly."
Her eyes were brooding. They narrowed. "Perhaps I can help, Mike; if it's a question of money?"
I drew myself up stiffly. I tried hard not to be offended. "It's very kind of you," I said. I reached for the door handle.
"I didn't mean it like that, Mike," she wailed. "Please listen. I just thought… perhaps I can make you a loan… I would like to help you."
"I'm not offended," I said softly. "I'm just a little hurt." I jerked the cabin door open and was outside before she could answer. I strolled away whistling cheerfully. I'd planted the seed. Now it was up to her.
Chapter 12
We docked in the Canary Islands and when we steamed out again into the Atlantic, I had another two married women on the hook. It needed ingenuity to handle three pussies without any of them suspecting the others existed. My prick was delighted at its regular ration of pussy. But only because I used my head and conserved my stamina. Gloria was easy. She was so happy being fingered she didn't even notice I tossed her off instead of screwing her. Vera was easy too. Her husband was a slosh and she'd given up all hope of sucking his prick to erection. Her standby was a vibrator. When she wasn't on deck she was sure to be splayed out on her cabin bunk whisking a vibrator up and down inside her crotch. But she preferred a man to wield it. She'd developed a strong affection for her vibrator and wasn't much interested in screwing. But she did like a prick thrust up her ass-hole while her pussy was vibrated.
Paula was a tougher proposition. She liked being fingered, being licked and being screwed. Most of all she liked being licked. She was a champion cock-sucker herself. I had to suck her off often and quickly. Otherwise, she'd have sucked me to a standstill before she was satiated. The business side was tricky but promising. Gloria persuaded me to accept a loan of two hundred pounds. To preserve my pride, Gloria charged interest and the loan was to be repaid within three years. She'd drafted out a contract which I'd sign. The snag was, she couldn't give me the money until we reached port when she'd have it wired to her from her London bank. She sincerely wanted to help me. But when the voyage was over and her pussy less itchy, she might revise her plans.
Vera hadn't money of her own. But whenever her sloshed husband drew cash from the Purser, she got into his wallet. She was always giving me ten- and twenty-dollar bills. "The drunken bastard never knows what he does with his money. I'd rather you have it, than see it wasted on drink."