In Deep Waters: Cruising The Seas Part 12

"Oh that's making me come," she blurted.

"Keep going. Do it harder."

"It's starting... big, so big... oh! Oh! G.o.d! Oh I'm ..."

A high, faint whine rose into a screaming wail that went on forever. Then... nothing but rasping breaths and plaintive little cries. I sagged back, listening to her moan, and pictured her curled up on her side, stroking her swollen c.u.n.t with trembling fingers. She'd keep at it, plucking and rubbing her c.l.i.t until she came again, but I couldn't wait for her encore. I yanked open my pants and grabbed my c.l.i.t, strumming the stiff shaft between my fingers while her sharp, sweet pleasure notes shimmered through my c.u.n.t, an electric riff that fattened my c.l.i.t and set me up to burn. My heels beat out a jittery rhythm on the carpet while I shot off in tense, heart-stopping silence.

Finally I expelled a long breath and groaned with relief.

"I came when you did that time," she sighed. "G.o.d that was nice."

"Yeah."

She laughed. "Are you falling asleep?"

"Yeah, maybe." Eyes still closed, my c.l.i.t still in my hand, I kicked off my boots and rolled up on the couch. "I love f.u.c.king you."

"Are you playing tomorrow night?"

"Uh huh." My c.l.i.t twitched and started to get hard again. Music and s.e.x and her-each part of the other, forever linked.

"Then I'll see you after the last set, lover."

"I'll be rockin' for you, baby."

Gonna be another cruise to remember.

Invitation Only Radclyffe I know a lot of chicks get off on guitar players, but me, I like the drummers. Especially when they look like this one did- slinky and s.e.xy in some kind of clingy white top that showed every pucker in her neat little nipples, and hip huggers that were so low they barely covered her p.u.s.s.y. The stretch of bare, tight belly in between was nice too. But mostly, it was her hands. Watching the way she fingered the wood and beat the rhythm out on the hot skins cradled between her thighs gave me some wood of my own, in addition to what I was already packing.

I'd skipped the talent show to catch this band, because I'd rather sit in a dark club like Medusa shooting tequila and watching girls wail and sweat and hump on stage than do most anything else. Except f.u.c.k one of them. Which was what I was hoping to do very soon.

"Hey," I said, squeezing my way through the maze of little, round tables that ringed the stage to where she was breaking down her gear. "Nice show."

"Thanks," she said brightly without looking at me.

I could tell she was used to fans trying to get a little piece of her attention, and probably other things, too. So I stepped up onto the stage and crowded her just a little. "What are you drinking?"

She looked at my face for the first time, and she didn't hurry as she took stock of the rest of me either. I knew I'd pa.s.s inspection in a tight white tee and black jeans. Nothing fancy, but then, I wasn't offering fancy. We were about the same height, except I was heavier and darker, which made me feel bigger than I was. She had spiky blond hair and a tiny lithe waist and those round, half-sh.e.l.l t.i.ts that made my mouth water. I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my jeans and let the fingers of my left hand rest on the d.i.c.k in my pants. It was eight inches long and two inches thick, and it made a big bulge. I don't usually load up quite so heavy for a night out, since after an hour or two with something that big crammed in my jeans my c.l.i.t feels like someone's been kicking it with steel-toed boots. But every now and then, like tonight, I like to be reminded just how righteously sweet it feels to finally get off under that big tool. When her gaze wandered down to my crotch and she smiled, my c.l.i.t hammered against the backside of the d.i.c.k like it was trying to bang its way out of my pants.

"Vodka rocks," she said, still checking out my package. "And my name's Lila."

"AJ. Let me get you that drink."

"Sorry." Lila shook her head. "Really sorry. Maybe next time. I've got someplace to be."

I pulled her against me so my d.i.c.k settled in the dip of her p.u.s.s.y. "How much time could it take to get wherever? We're on a ship."

"Maybe I'm in a big hurry." She rolled her hips a lithe and rubbed herself on the rod in my jeans, giving my c.l.i.t a healthy workout at the same time. Her smile got a little loose and her eyes the tiniest bit hazy as she tilted her head back and shot me an "I'm soo h.o.r.n.y" look. "Maybe I've got a hot date."

I snaked an arm around her waist and gripped her tight little a.s.s. "You do. Right here."

"I'm going to a party," Lila whispered, riding me a little faster while she rubbed her t.i.ts back and forth against my chest. "It's invitation only."

"So invite me." I caught her earlobe between my teeth and sucked on it, wrapping my other arm around her and backing her against the wall. She whimpered a little, like I had hurt her, but I knew that wasn't it. She was just hot as h.e.l.l, and I knew exactly what she wanted.

"Take me to the party so I can f.u.c.k you like you want to be f.u.c.ked."

"My girlfriend will be there. We like to share." She was panting.

"I don't mind playmates." I licked her neck and shifted one hand to her breast. I thumbed her nipple and she dropped her head against the wall and moaned. "But the first time you come, it's going to be on my d.i.c.k. Okay?"

She closed her eyes and rocked her head from side to side. She was into it, too into it, and I was afraid she might get herself off. I tweaked her nipple hard. "Okay?"

"f.u.c.k," she said through clenched teeth, jerking upright. "Okay. Let's just go."

I stepped back, grabbed her hand and crushed it against my crotch. "I'm ready."

"Aren't you tough." Quicker than a grace note, Lila fisted my wood with her strong drummer's hand and beat me off so fast her wrist was a blur. I thought my legs were going to drop out from under me it felt so good. I've never had a girl jerk me to the finish line in my jeans, but she was ten seconds away from doing it. My c.l.i.t was on the edge of blast off and flames ate away at my insides.

Determined to keep my cool, I twisted out of her grip. "And the first time /come, it's gonna be inside you. Now take me to the party."

"Keep up." She let go of my d.i.c.k, clamped onto my wrist and dragged me off the stage and out into a service corridor. An elevator stood open and Lila jumped in, keyed a floor with her room card and climbed back onto me. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and wrapped one slender thigh around my hips so she could rub the length of her p.u.s.s.y over my d.i.c.k. Then she buried her tongue in my mouth, and she felt so good everywhere, I almost let her steal the scene. But I knew if I let her, we'd both go off like Roman candles, and that wasn't what I had in mind. I grabbed her a.s.s and swung her around so her back was to the wall and held her there with the weight of my hips and d.i.c.k jammed between her thighs. Then I forced her head back with one hand under her chin, bit down on the side of her neck and palmed her breast at die same time. Lila shoved her fingers into my hair.

"Suck my neck," she gasped, bucking underneath me, both legs scissored around my thighs. "f.u.c.k, I wish we could f.u.c.k right here."

"Slow down," I murmured, raising a small love bite just below her ear. "I promise I'll make you come so hard you'll cry." I licked her lips with my tongue and softly sucked on her lower lip. "But first I want to make out. So just forget about getting off for a while."

"G.o.d." Lila groaned and sucked on my tongue. "I'm so h.o.r.n.y, I don't think I can wait very long."

I laughed. "You don't have anything to say about it."

The elevator slid smoothly to a stop and deposited us on the highest pa.s.senger deck where the big expensive suites were located. It figures that the band would have one. We were both a little wobbly-legged from being so turned on, and we half staggered through a door into the main part of a huge cabin. Through an open doorway just off to the right I could see two naked girls sprawled on a bed, but I only got a glimpse of a very nice pair of b.r.e.a.s.t.s before Lila dragged me into another room as big as my whole stateroom. A naked redhead with a lush, full body who I recognized as the ba.s.s player in the band perched on the edge of a sunken tub, deep-throating a blond butch I remembered from the audience. The butch was a shorthaired muscular stud with tattoos on both forearms. The redhead's legs were spread so a third chick, half submerged in the tub, could lick her p.u.s.s.y. I caught a glimpse of a flat pink tongue snaking over the redhead's c.u.n.t and mine clenched with envy.

"Hey, Jojo," Lila called, leading me by the hand to a sofa in one corner where we'd have a nice view of the threesome. "Having fun, babe?"

The redhead looked our way. "Hi, sweetheart. I was wondering where you were." She glanced down at the face moving between her thighs and half smiled, half grimaced the way you do when something feels so good it almost hurts. "I invited some friends."

"That's okay, baby." Lila dropped her hand to my crotch and stroked my d.i.c.k. "Me too."

The blond gave me a quick look, then lifted one of Jojo's heavy, ripe b.r.e.a.s.t.s and dragged the nipple into her mouth. Jojo jerked and her lips formed a surprised circle as she said, "Ooo, Lila, I wish you could feel her mouth. So f.u.c.king hot."

"Lila's busy," I said and pulled Lila down next to me on the sofa.

"A little toppy, isn't she?" Jojo said, but she was smiling. Then the one between her legs did something to catch her attention and Jojo moaned, grabbed the woman's head and pushed her p.u.s.s.y up and down like she was air-humping her Strat. "Oh yeah. Suck me."

I leaned over Lila and stuck my tongue in her mouth, plundering her hot cavern while she clawed at my back. I could feel her twisting to watch what was going on by the tub, but I didn't care. She bit my tongue and I grabbed her breast, squeezing until she whimpered. I felt her hand in my crotch, pulling and jerking, and the next thing I knew, she had my d.i.c.k out in her fist.

"Oh yeah, Lila," her girlfriend crowed. "Pump that big d.i.c.k. Make her shoot that load."

Lila worked me like a jackhammer and I shoved her top up over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s so I could get at them. I grabbed one nipple with my fingers and sucked the other into my mouth. Lila tightened like a bowstring and I got the message. She'd come if I tortured her nipples much more. I eased off and put my mouth against her ear. "Remember where I said you were going to come. You want to sit on my d.i.c.k now?"

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. G.o.d yeah."

"Stand up, baby." I rolled off her and helped her to stand. Then I slowly skimmed her top over her head and kissed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. When she sagged against me, I wrapped both arms around her waist and worked on her t.i.ts until she was whimpering again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jojo stretch out on a towel, turning her head to keep kissing the woman in the tub while the blond butch knelt between her thighs. A half-naked girl with long dark hair I hadn't seen before wandered in and mumbled something about lube. The butch tipped her chin toward a couple of tubes on the floor. I opened Lila's pants, and she helped me push them down.

"You going to be okay with this?" I asked, fisting the big d.i.c.k that was sticking out of my jeans.

"More than okay." Lila kicked off her high heeled boots and left her jeans in a tangle on the floor. Before I knew what was happening, she'd dropped to her knees between my legs and I looked down just in time to see my d.i.c.k disappear into her mouth.

"Oh f.u.c.k," I whispered. She wrapped her fingers around my d.i.c.k and pumped it while she sucked. Lightly, I cupped the back of her head because feeling her move up and down on me was a turn on. Then I heard someone say, "Bend your knees up for me, baby," and I looked over Lila's head to the trio by the tub. Jojo was on her back with her legs pulled up tight to her belly while the little blond butch drizzled lube all over her hand and forearm. The one in the tub was staring at Jojo's c.u.n.t, and from the look on her face and the way her shoulder was shaking, I could tell she was masturbating like crazy. The butch slid all four fingers inside Jojo, and then all I could see was her thumb rubbing a bright pink c.l.i.t. I figured in another minute or two, she'd have her fist in Jojo's c.u.n.t.

Jojo lay with her eyes scrunched closed, mauling her own t.i.ts and groaning, "Do me honey f.u.c.k me deep. Do me honey f.u.c.k me deep. Do me honey..."

"Lila," I groaned, feeling myself getting close again, "you're missing the show. Get up here, baby."

Lila gave me a couple more good tugs and my a.s.s clenched, and I thought for sure I was going to lose it, but she eased up just in time. My belly felt like a board someone had been pounding with a hammer. "Here," I said, digging a safe out of the front pocket of my jeans. "Put this on, and for Christ's sake, climb up on my d.i.c.k."

Jojo had the blonde's whole fist in her c.u.n.t and was whining and pulling on her nipples, the butch was grunting, and someone in the other room screamed she was coming. Lila ripped the foil open with her teeth, snugged the condom on my d.i.c.k, and rolled it down with two fingers like a pro. She started to sit down facing me, but I shook my head and guided her around the other way. "Let's watch your girlfriend get f.u.c.ked."

I steadied my d.i.c.k in one hand and Lila braced herself on my thighs and eased down onto it. It was big, and she was small, but she swallowed it in one long, slow glide, moaning as the head seated deep inside her. I reached both hands around her and cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She dropped her head against my shoulder and I rested my chin in the curve of her neck so I could see the floor show.

"Ride me, baby," I murmured, holding still so she could move the way she needed to. I fingered her nipples and tilted my hips up so die d.i.c.k had die right angle to hit her c.l.i.t. "Is your c.l.i.t hard, honey?"

"Uh huh," she gasped, nodding vigorously. She made a little mewling noise, and I knew she was playing with it.

"Your girlfriend's gonna spill it any second," I said, pumping my hips just a little. The stud's fist moved inside Jojo's belly, an undulating wave that made her toss her head and cry. As the butch slowly rotated her arm, Jojo shoved both hands down to her p.u.s.s.y and rubbed at her c.l.i.t. Jojo bucked and strained, and sweat dripped from the butch's face onto her belly.

"There goes the babe in the tub," I said as the one masturbating screwed up her face and let loose with a long, wavering cry. The sound must have flipped Lila's switch because she lost her rhythm and her hips started jumping around.

"Oh I want to come, I want to come," Lila said anxiously, as if I wasn't going to let her.

"I know, baby, I know," I said, sliding my hands under her b.u.t.t. I lifted her to give myself a little room and started to f.u.c.k her for real. Her arm was vibrating the way it did when she was beating her drums, and I knew she was working herself off. She got her beat back and circled her hips in my lap, grinding the d.i.c.k into my c.l.i.t. It hurt so f.u.c.king good I almost cried.

"Oooo, G.o.d!" Jojo yelled, jerking her shoulders off the floor and staring wide-eyed at the fist buried in her belly. "Oh my G.o.d I'm coming so hard." She screamed and bucked and thrashed, and Lila started shaking and making gasping sounds I heaved her all die way to the end of my d.i.c.k, then wrapped my arms around her middle and pulled her back down while I jammed myself in to the hilt. She gushed like a fire hydrant with me buried high inside of her, jerking on the d.i.c.k so hard I was afraid she'd throw herself off.

"Jojo," she screamed. "Baby, it's so racking good!"

Then she collapsed like a rag doll in my arms. I needed to come so bad I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't get a hand between us to get at my c.l.i.t and I couldn't move enough to jerk myself off on the c.o.c.k. Tears leaked out of my eyes.

"Lila, baby. Lila," I gasped. "Baby, I gotta jerk off. I'm dying, baby. Can you slide up-"

And just like that she came to life, raised her a.s.s, and my d.i.c.k slipped out. Then she was on the floor between my legs, popping my fly and dragging my jeans and harness down my thighs.

"In my mouth," she said urgently, and licked my c.l.i.t. "Let it go in my mouth."

I pushed my c.l.i.t up at her and she latched on to it, sucking like it was a Tootsie Pop. And that's what it did. Pop. Ten seconds of her lips sliding up and down while she sucked, and I went from rock to rocket in a heartbeat. My c.l.i.t blew into a million pieces and I levitated off the sofa like I'd been electrocuted. When I came back down, my insides still twisting, she kept right on licking.

"Oh man, Lila," I gasped. "I'm done, baby. I'm done."

She made some kind of noise like Mmm mmm good and circled a fingertip around the rim of my a.s.s and my c.l.i.t shot up hard as concrete again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jojo half-crawl toward us, her eyes so big she looked like she was stoned, but I knew it was just the s.e.x. She crouched behind Lila.

"Did she get you ready for me, sweetheart?" Jojo murmured, licking the side of Lila's neck where I'd left the love bite.

Lila nodded her head vigorously with my c.l.i.t still clamped between her lips.

"f.u.c.k," I yelled and grabbed her head to hold her still. "Jesus Christ, take it easy-"

Jojo shoved her hand between Lila's legs from behind and Lila pushed one finger deep into my a.s.s and I cannoned right up to the edge again. My legs jerked out straight and Lila started whimpering and sucking harder. I locked eyes with Jojo. Hers were glazed and triumphant.

"Doesn't she give the best head?" Jojo purred.

I opened my mouth, but all that came out were groans and broken bits of words because I was coming in Lila's mouth, coming from my toes to die top of my head, coming so hard I felt like my skin was going to turn inside out. Jojo pumped away in Lila's p.u.s.s.y the whole time I was creaming all over her girlfriend's face, and then, as if she knew exactly when my o.r.g.a.s.m quit, she pulled Lila off me. Lila fell back into Jojo's arms and they locked lips instantly. Jojo reached around Lila's middle, stuck her hand between her legs and jerked her off while they kissed. Lila shuddered and cried in Jojo's arms.

The girl from the tub and the butch were reverse spooning on the same towel where the butch had fisted Jojo, noisily licking each other off. I lightly fondled my c.l.i.t, my d.i.c.k drooping between my legs, while Lila came a couple more times. By then, my c.l.i.t was showing wood again. With any luck, die invitation was still open, and I could get die drummer and her girl to play me another set or two.

Next-Door Neighbors Karin Kallmaker "Have fun, Mom." Tammi waved cheerfully as they parted near the Piazza Casanova, her beach bag slung casually over one shoulder.

Alice resisted issuing warnings about sunburn even though she knew the skimpy bikini top wouldn't be on for long either. Tammi was the free spirit her mother never had been. As always, Alice consoled herself with the knowledge that had she figured out earlier in life what she knew now, there would likely be no Tammi to worry over skin cancer.

She took a very deep breath, counted to ten, then a.s.sumed an air of confidence and experience before she walked through the open door to the Piazza.

As she followed the long curving marble path that led toward the cl.u.s.ters around the gleaming bra.s.s bar, she was first struck by how many women there were close to her own age. As a fifty-plus, shorts and tank top kind of woman, she would fit in okay.

There were younger, swimsuit-clad and thinner girls to be sure, but she spotted enough silver-haired, crow's-feet-and-laugh-line women in the room for her comfort level. Perhaps, like her, they were hoping to meet up with someone interested in the same excursions throughout the week. Yes, a friend for the ports of call, that was why she was here. And she'd just keep telling herself that in the hopes that her libido started believing it.

She'd gone back to the cabin for a light sweater, ostensibly because the ship kept the common s.p.a.ces frigid. The embarra.s.sing truth was that her nipples got hard every time she went to one of the public gatherings. It had to be chemicals floating in the air or something. Her nipples weren't the only things staying hard, either. Feeling like an adolescent was a new-and mostly unwelcome-sensation. Just here for companionship, she repeated. Just here to... She averted her gaze from a really attractive thirty-something with muscles like iron. Since when had she been attracted to muscles? Was it the muscles or the woman who happened to have muscles? Was it any woman?

Her head said of course not. Other parts of her said of course.

Fleeting eye contact with a grinning shorts- and polo-shirted gal about her age left her with high color. She consciously shifted her tank top a bit lower and held her head a bit higher. She wanted everyone to a.s.sume she was experienced at lesbian mingling.

After all, she was an expert in lesbian erotica. If it had been put into book form, she had read it. There wasn't a position, pose, power play, accessory or scene she hadn't read about. Even though most of the women in the lounge looked cuddly as teddy bears, they were all no doubt conversant in brands of lubricant, sizes of O-rings and uses of ordinary household items for bondage.

She'd also read just about anything there was to find on the Internet. The stories written by men to t.i.tillate themselves she could easily spot. She was far more interested in stories written by women, as they almost always told their tale from the inside out, from the inside of the woman's heart and mind to the outside of her body where the physical and the emotional unified.

All of which sounded quite intellectual, but there was nothing intellectual about the sensations between her legs. It was embarra.s.sing, and she was glad no one could tell.

Drifting slowly toward several cl.u.s.ters in the hope of picking up a phrase or making eye contact that would allow her to join the conversation-just like at PTA meetings, except these were all lesbians very likely looking for a different kind of play date- Alice found herself again glancing at the woman in the polo shirt. From her short gray hair to her sensible sandals, she was comfortably familiar, except now Alice was considering that the sense of recognition wasn't just the overall similar attire she shared with other women in the room.

She was familiar. Something about her eyes and the smile. Alice could picture her with much darker hair and a coffee mug in one hand, laughing about something. A noisy crash of gla.s.sware at the bar had everyone else turning their heads to investigate, but Alice's gaze stayed glued to the other woman's face. She'd seen her turn her head sharply like that, more than once...

Candace. It was her next-door neighbor Candace, from what, twenty-five years ago? Candace with the twins who were always knocking something over. With the laugh, and the walk, and it had been such a shame when her husband had been transferred and they'd moved away. For nearly two years they'd traded babysitting and shared a lot of morning cups of coffee at the park across the street.

Candace-it had to be-looked back in her direction, and Alice started to blush. It was a sign of her lesbian adolescence that she had the irrational but unavoidable thought: If Candace sees me here she'll know I'm gay.

Candace ground to a halt, mid-sentence, as she realized the redhead on the other side of the room was staring-and blushing. She tried to pick up her train of thought on the evaluative merits of gear for hiking, snorkeling and other adventures, but the woman's total fixation on her was too distracting.

"Excuse me," she said to the others in the little cl.u.s.ter. They were all newly met, and she'd been enjoying the conversation, but the woman looked like she might explode. Ginny would have been amused, and claimed that Candace had that effect on most women, but it wasn't true. That would have just been Ginny being Ginny, being kind.