Two dark hands slipped around his waist and slowly began to unzip his trousers. Seemed like we had the makings of a sex show that would rival anything in Amsterdam or Hamburg. Ignoring my husband completely, I squatted down beside Alvira's squirming ebony form. She had a strange, distant look in her black eyes, a look I associate with either drug use or extreme forms of sexual submission. Yet she looked like the kind of woman you'd be a fool to mess around. Slowly, I pressed my lips against her open, gasping mouth in an upside-down kiss. Her long, lean arms reached up to capture my head and draw me down.
"Woo! Yeah! Lesbian sex!"
The crowd of sailors went wild. Men love to watch women getting it on. I just couldn't resist. I cast one last glance behind me and saw Elvira kneeling between Harry's legs. He held her head and ground her face against his crotch in an aggressive rhythm that would soon bring the girl a creamy mouthwash.
"It's so hot in here."
I whispered in Alvira's ear, tracing the contours of her breasts with my hands. The boys gave out another raucous cheer. Suddenly, something strange happened. The room began to fade, the stage to sway. There was a vise-like grip on the back of my neck. The rum had kicked in.
"Take yo' dress off, honey!"
"Yes, I'm so hot, so hot…"
My flimsy sun dress was half-unbuttoned, as it was. There was a sailor lodged between Alvira's glistening thighs and I grasped his feasting head between the palms of my hands.
"Undress me."
He looked up, surprised. Then a broad grin split his dusky face. He was black too. There was still time to achieve what I set out to do. Roughly, I pulled him to his feet and pressed my hands against the bulge in the front of his pristine white pants. He was big but not Biggin-style big. I would live to tell the tale of this encounter. I let him undo the last few buttons of my dress, guiding his slightly fumbling hands. Then I slipped the garment over my shoulders and let it slide to the floor in a heap. The crowd roared in appreciation.
Oh, yes, yes, now I remember!
Naked on stage, I recalled the potent power of exhibitionism, the divinely delicious high of full exposure. Titty Boomboom was making a comeback! I walked arrogantly about the narrow platform, sometimes squatting down to show the guys my rapidly moistening pussy, never letting them get close enough to dip their tongues in the dripping juice. I lay on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could while massaging my breasts. I crawled on all fours and growled like a tiger. Finally, when I'd exhausted my old repertoire, I clambered on top of the grinning Alvira and raised my ass towards the big black sailor.
"Fuck me!"
Now I was facing the door to the storeroom. Biggin had emerged and was slowly stroking a well-lubed tree-trunk as he watched my husband fuck Elvira from behind. The girl was pressed up hard against the door frame, her big black tits squashed beneath the weight of a wildly rogering Harry Neptune. Her mouth was open, her eyes rolled back in her head as he pulled hard on her waist-length braids.
"Oh, god!"
I kissed Alvira hard, felt her hot, sticky breasts full and satiny beneath my own large, soft tits. I straddled her hips and ground my soaking cunt against her voracious cleft. She was hot, she was wet, I was hot, I was wet… I kissed her again and again, feeling the sailor's hands upon my wriggling hips. I raised my bottom to meet his searching, thrusting cock.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
A solid rod pierced my pussy, drove hard and fast into my cunt. I fucked them both, meeting the sailor's thrusts at each womb-deep stroke, dry-humping the stripper who pushed her tongue into my mouth and the tip of one long-nailed finger inside my anus. I came noisily, with thoughts of my husband fucking my ass…
Matters got a little hazy around this point. I have a fairly good head for liquor, but that St Vincent rum must have been off. Through my blurred vision I spotted the bottle rolling away toward the dance floor, not wasting a drop because it was patently empty. All right, maybe I had overdone it a teensy weensy bit.
"YEEEEESSSS!!!" came a cry from in front of me. I returned my attention to the job in hand – or rather the cock in cunt – and matched my rhythm to Elvira's pumping buttocks.
"OH YEEEEEEESSSS!!!" This time it was me as I pumped Neptunian life fluid deep into Elvira's pussy and dug my fingers into her thighs.
"OH YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!" Elvira was not be outdone. She came with a howl that would have guided ocean liners through fog then uncoupled and twisted round to take the last of my offering deep in her mouth.
"Oh yes…" I leaned against the door jamb to catch my breath.
On the dance floor Miss Lawrence was reaching the same point of no return with the help of the athletic sailor pounding in and out at hundred-yard dash pace. From the contortions Alvira was going through, I guessed that she had a finger in the Lawrence ass, guaranteed to send her over the edge. I hardened again at the thought of spread-eagling my wife on a queen size bed and parting her tight buttocks…
Elvira sucked ferociously as she sensed her mouthful growing, but it was not to be. Harry needs a little rest between encounters. I pulled her up by her hair and kissed her sweet-tasting mouth.
"Look at 'em go! T'ree way ear'tquake any second' now!" opined Elvira as she caught sight of the frenetic action on the stage.
Sure enough, Alvira's spare hand was between her legs and the sound effects, vibration and general enthusiasm indicated the end was nigh.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss!!!"
"Ooooooooooooooogggggghhhhhhhh!!!"
"Wubbbawubbbawubbba!!!"
I leave it to the gentle reader to sort out which exclamation belonged to which of the climaxing trio. As the grunts and groans fell below the level of the pounding boom box the trio fell apart. My wife crawled across the floor toward me.
"Harry! Take me home!"
"Not without your frock, my dear. And anyway, we have Mrs. Goldmine to rescue from the clutches of Margaritas in the Lobster Pot."
Alvira was still reconstructing her sense of reality, but Elvira rescued Jay's summer frock and buttoned her into it. I managed my buttons all on my own.
Jay leaned heavily on me then stiffened.
"Oh, that poor boy! All dressed up and nowhere to go!"
I turned and saw the bashful Biggin lurking in the shadows, still holding his monster dong and dripping lubricant.
A hopeful look started to appear on Biggin's face and Jay hurriedly hid behind me.
"Oh no! We've got to go!"
As Jay dragged me out into the fresh air the last thing I saw was Elvira and Alvira each with two hands around Biggin's shaft with plenty of room to spare.
"Phew!"
Jay looked as though she had had a lucky escape, and she could well have been right. I know babies' heads get out of that place, but with a certain amount of screaming and yelling on the part of the passage owner, so I imagine something the same size going the other way would similarly turn ecstasy to agony. Were I a shirt-lifter I would definitely be a stabber not a bender.
"Taxi!"
The familiar Caribbean imprecation led us to a typical Caribbean taxi. Take the word "decrepit," add the two words "beaten up," and round them off with "disreputable." Like I said, a typical Caribbean taxi.
"The Lobster Pot, my friend, at a sedate pace and without killing too many civilians."
"Yes, boss!"
We set off at mach two.
The landscape became a blur as we careened out of dockland and back into the commercial district. Jay had a firm grip on the seat with one hand and me with the other. She stared ahead with wide eyes and white face as pedestrians, other vehicles, livestock and occasional lampposts magically evaded our headlong rush.
Like I said, a typical Caribbean taxi. I crossed my legs and relaxed. This was Miss Lawrence's first visit to the West Indies, after all. Not even Boston is adequate preparation.