Eventually she let go and lay back on the bed with arms outstretched and black dress around her midriff.
"Oh, Mistah Neptune! Ah do declayuh mah private parts are positively on fire!"
Miss Swat inserted two fingers in her dripping cunt then raised them to her mouth. She sucked her fingers and lowered at me.
Searching for the delinquent Mrs. Neptune could wait a few minutes more. I lifted the dress to neck level for a view of those wondrous orbs. There was a suspicious scar under each, but it's a free world and anyway Neptune had a gusher in urgent need of relief. I hauled Miss Swat off the bed and onto her knees.
In a moment I was unzipped and in Miss Swat's full-lipped mouth. Her lips clamped around my shaft and her tongue thrashed as I pumped in and out. After all the stimulation I had suffered that night it was not long before I felt the tide rise and flood her hot mouth. I threw my head back and gave a howl of overdue satisfaction.
When I got my breath back I withdrew from heaven and stood back. Miss Swat slumped against the bed, her dress around her neck and semen dripping down her chin. I looked down with a sense of another job well done. I do like to please.
The champagne, whisky and excitement combined to produce an understandable desire to relieve another pressure.
I pushed through the bathroom door, squinting against the fluorescent light Miss Lawrence had thoughtlessly left on. I pointed Percy in the direction of the porcelain and let fly with a relieved grunt.
I frowned involuntarily. My grunt had been met with another. A high-pitched, angry sounding grunt. I unsquinted a little and peered around, then opened my peepers to their fullest extent and positively gawped.
Miss Lawrence had got herself into full regalia all right, not to mention somehow handcuffing herself to the shower rail. She teetered on a stool. Her eyes glared – nay, glared malevolently – at me over one of those bondage gags that looks like a refuge from a billiards table.
Through a rent in a fishnet catsuit protruded a large pink dildo. As I stared, dumbfounded, it slowly slipped out and fell to the floor. My eyes followed its descent and saw under the stool a small key that I had no doubt belonged to the handcuffs.
A snarl worked its way round the gag. I glanced down and saw that my golden stream had soaked her fish-netted legs and was working its way down to her stilettos.
That sultry southern night witnessed my first and last attempt at self- bondage. I didn't care what it said on the back of the book. One was not fun, especially when a pumped-up fluffed-out peroxoid was getting the goods from my other half. The bathroom door was only slightly ajar, so most of the action was of the overheard variety but there was certainly aural sex aplenty. It might even have been a major turn-on if I hadn't left the key to the handcuffs under the stool. I had been trussed up for what seemed like an eternity before the cabin door finally burst open and two frenzied forms threw themselves onto the bed and a great slurping and grunting began. It sounded like feeding time at Ol' Pa's pig farm. Oh, I had struggled to catch their attention all right, rattling the handcuffs against the shower rail and calling out, but the noise they were making easily canceled out the faint tinkling and stifled gurgling from the en-suite bath. Once Harry has his snout in the trough, a herd of wildebeest could stampede through the bedroom and he wouldn't miss a lick. Lush was true to her old form and it wasn't long before the screaming began.
"Land sakes! Oh my! Aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
Then there was a bit of scuffling, more slurping and a fresh howl, that time from my husband.
The swine! The cad! I tried to yell "you bastard, Harry Neptune!" but all that issued was a plaintive raspberry. The ball gag was worse than a trip to the dentist. As for the nipple clamps and the clitorizer, I was throbbing painfully at all three points. Just as I began to get really, really angry, El Porco himself stumbled into the bathroom, squinting and fumbling in the bright neon light. Then he promptly proceeded to pull out his dick and spray my legs in a bad aim for the toilet bowl. The dildo dropped and I lost what little cool I had managed to retain. Yelling "get your prostate checked you greedy old fart!!!" issued as an unintelligible animalistic snarl. Harry gawped. It takes quite a lot to astound the big chap so I added a point to my day's running score.
"Good grief, Lawrence! What on earth are you doing? Let's get that billiard ball out of your mouth for starters. What happened, darling? Surely, Captain Ahab wouldn't have ordered you trussed and confined?"
Swiftly, Harry unfastened the gag and I spat the plastic ball into his hand. (I actually aimed it at his nose but I just didn't have the puff left for a good shot.) The Flyswat's dulcet drawl issued from the cabin just as my husband unlocked the cuffs.
"Oh, Mistah Neptune! Yuh fishin' for crawfish in there? Ah sure could do with anuthuh round of mah favorite pursuit."
Harry looked sheepish. Without a moment's hesitation, I retrieved my arms and gave him a swift left hook to the right eye. Stunned, he slumped against the towel rail, then slid slowly to the bathroom floor. Briskly, I crouched down and untied my ankles from the legs of the stool. Gingerly, I eased the nipple clamps and clit-torturer from my tender nodes. Stepping over the bulk on the rug, I peered round the door at the flopped-out Lush. She had arranged herself seductively on the bed, all naked and wanton, hair spread out in a wavy cloud upon the pillow. Her eyes were closed, her bronzed thighs parted wide.
"Come an' give it to me, baby," she murmured, hearing the soft creak of the bathroom door. Smiling to myself, I switched off the bathroom light, picked up the dildo and advanced upon the recumbent tramp. She was quite attractive in a teen doll kind of way, all long limbs, Miami tan, silicon boobs and big bleached hair. I suspected she'd been Botoxed and collagened for good measure, but if growing old disgracefully was the Lush's desire, who was Jay Lawrence-Neptune to call her wrong? I may look like Morticia Addams when I hit those awkward years. Hardly daring to breathe in case the trollop opened her eyes and scuppered my game, I grabbed a free pillow and clasped it to my front to replicate a stately male torso. Harry isn't thin and he doesn't have breasts. The fearsome dildo protruded from under the cushiony mass like a pink torpedo. Sensing my proximity, the Flyswat pushed her long fake fingernails through her tumbling locks and writhed voluptuously. Her tongue crept out and wetted her pouty lips. She groaned.
"Fuck me, Harry. Stick that great big beautiful cock of yours right in me to the hilt."
Almost purple with the effort of repressing my breath, I knelt between her legs and obligingly placed the business end of the dildo against her swollen and dripping labia. As soon as it touched her cunt, she began to shriek.
"FUCK ME! Fuck me good, boy!"
Boy, indeed. Harry might be some things but boyish isn't one of them. I pressed my cushioned body against the squirming torso of La Lush and, with a victory flick of the wrist, drove the monster dildo home. There was half a second of stunned silence then all hell broke loose.
"JESUS! Yuh great stallion you! Oh yesss, yesss, YESSS!!!"
I had underestimated the woman. What had taken me several minutes, fifteen squat thrusts and copious lube to insinuate inside my own pussy, slipped inside Ms. Flyswat with effortless ease. The Knockwurst rumors must have been true. Ah well, I'd saved poor Harry from getting lost and having to ask directions. Lush continued to scream and writhe like a snake as I thrust womanfully on, knowing from experience that it wouldn't take long to bring my victim to a peak of delight. Her glistening boobs joggled wildly just under my nose and it was more than I could bear not to give the swollen nipples a tentative lick. Her smooth, tight flesh was warm and moist beneath my tasting lips and I drew the rising nipple into the wet heat of my mouth as she shrieked and clasped a rail above the bed. I pumped the dildo double-time into her cunt, as fast and as hard as my arm would allow. Suddenly, I realized that my own pussy was wet. Very wet. As she screamed her first orgasm, I threw off the pillow and pushed her legs over her head. It all happened so quickly, she still didn't know. She was so turned on, she was almost weeping. Her tight little bronzed buns were perfectly presented, ass and cunt wide open for the next assault. I grasped her cheeks and placed the very tip of my tongue against her ass. She went wild, thrashing around as I rimmed her tight little hole with increasing enthusiasm. Then I traveled north to taste the pleasures of her syrupy cleft, inserting my little finger in her ass to give her double the fun. Now, I could see why the guys flocked to suck on Lush's quim. She was one juicy mouthful. Just as she squawked out her second come, I heard an odd little whimper from beyond the porthole above the bed. Looking up, I realized that the blind wasn't drawn and Frippery Boner was watching the show. Her expression was interesting, a blend of outraged horror and desperate fascination. Her hand strayed furtively towards her crotch. Winking broadly, I blew her a kiss, then threw a blanket over the well-licked blonde, who was limp and incoherent in the aftermath of lust.