She worked her magic fingers up and along my slit, caressing the labia, spreading my nether lips apart, and then working up into my vagina.
She licked her fingers, lubing them so they slid more easily.
She lapped them clean, then stuck her hand deep into my mouth.
Remembering my dream, I began to come again!
This time, I grabbed her wrist and forced her hand into my eager throat.
I gagged, and then swallowed and tried again.
“Rub yourself, and then shove your hand in my mouth, all the way!” I begged, nonsensically.
Shrugging and laughing, Julie pushed her tiny fist far up into her own pussy, soaking it good and getting it very, very wet.
“So, Rachel loves pussy juice, and choking! Who knew?” she giggled.
She put her fingers into my mouth, and I sucked on them greedily.
Moaning, I opened as wide as I could, fingering my clit while she rubbed her breasts on mine.
Putting some weight on her one arm, she positioned the cum-soaked fist over my agonized lips, and thrust down into my waiting mouth.
She was as surprised as I was when her arm shot so deep into me, I thought it would hit my stomach.
It felt as though she were to my sternum, and I gagged and thrashed, my pussy spurting like a fountain as I struggled to breathe, and not choke.
Julie, looking a bit frightened, began to withdraw, but I shook my head and grabbed her wrist, forcing her arm even deeper!
“Mmmph! Mmmmph! MMMMPPPPHHH!” I moaned around her forearm, grabbing her shoulders.
She withdrew, and then I managed to gasp out a few words to her.
“Keep your hand wet with your pussy! Keep shoving it back in! All of it! Don’t stop, no matter what!” I said, gasping as orgasmic waves made my legs shake.
“Okay, okay, lover! You’re crazy, you know that?” she said.
She gave me a big kiss as she wet her hand again.
She was so turned on by this that she was on the verge of coming herself.
“Oh, let me make you come, baby!” I said.
I put my fingers into her pussy, and stroked her lovingly.
It was wet and spicy and tangy, and the musky scent filled my nostrils.
I moved faster, feeling her silky folds wrapping around my fingers, and then she came, gushing all over my hand.
“Now! Now!” I shrieked.
Julie pushed her fist into her vagina, as far as she could, gasping and grunting as she came, wetting it totally.
Then, putting all her weight behind it, she shoved her arm into my eager face.
This time, it went all the way to the elbow.
My eyes rolled in my head, my tongue stuck out, licking her wrist and forearm like a wild animal, and my head tilted back involuntarily.
Julie’s arm shot into me, to my stomach.
I was transfixed, speared through like a butterfly.
My arms spread out, and my legs spread wide, I fluttered and spasmed like I was caught on a pin.
My cunt spurted again and again as Julie throat-fucked me with her arm, moving it almost all the way out and then shoving it deep in again and again.
Every so often, she’d wipe her palm between her legs, and then shove into me once more.
It seemed to last forever, but must have only been ten minutes or so, before I couldn’t come any more.
I was spent.
My throat was raw, my insides ached from my pussy to my mouth.
It was a good kind of ache, the ache of satisfaction and fulfilled lust.
“Sit on my face, Julie, let me make you come, and eat your pussy!” I said, croaking out the words from my ravaged throat.
Each syllable hurt, but I loved it!
Julie kissed me again, long and passionately.
Some of her saliva drooled into my throat, soothing it.
She positioned herself so she straddled my head, her pussy even with my face.
Her flower opened to my tongue, and I gave her some tentative licking.
Although I knew what felt good to me, I really had not much idea how to proceed.
“Just kiss me and lick me, Rachel, dear. You’ll get into it, soon enough!” she said.
I gave her ass and pink lips a good kissing, taking my time to suck and nibble on her moist hairs.
They tickled my nose, and I giggled.
Julie reached between her legs, spreading her lips more fully, and exposing her brown hole.
I licked there, enjoying the spicy, forbidden tang of her moist asshole.
My tongue was like a lizard’s, lapping and shooting into Julie’s holes to her delighted gasps of pleasure.
Then, Julie lowered herself firmly onto my mouth, and bent down to my own dripping cunt.
I could feel her tongue and fingers working my clit and pussy, as she expertly ate me.
I tried to reciprocate, to mimic what she was doing, but she stopped and just told me to keep doing what I was already doing to her.
She was close, and she bucked and thrashed as she neared orgasm.
I reached around her and massaged her hard nipples, twisting them with my fingers.
I pulled one, hard, and I felt her groan and her tongue penetrated me more furtively as she came.
She sucked hard on my clit, as she did, and that made me come.
My cum filled her mouth, and she gushed a huge gout into mine, flooding my mouth so full, that I had to gulp hard to swallow her fluids.
They were somewhat bitter and salty, almost like tears.
I drank of her pussy juice, coming into her mouth at the same time.
Then, she rotated around and lay down next to me, her face slick and covered with my juices, and we licked and sucked on our faces and tongues until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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I woke up to Julie and Tanya talking in low voices, giggling and putting some of the soaps and towels away.
Julie had wrapped a towel around her head and body, and was sitting down next to me, stroking my hair while she fiddled with some flowers in a vase on top of my dresser.
“Look who’s decided to rejoin the land of the living!” she teased.
Tanya looked sharp and fit in her work uniform.
Her brown, ample breasts were barely contained, and the crease of her cleavage peeked at me invitingly.
I idly wondered if a threesome were on the menu for this afternoon?
Well, I’d busted my cherry with Julie.
I suppose I could make another first?
“Tanya was just asking if you were ok with Sylvia?” said Julie.
“I’d rather not talk about her, if you don’t mind, girls,” I said.
Under my breath, I said, “I hope she chokes on that damned cat!”
“You mean, like you like to choke on pussy, Rachel?” Julie said, causing me to blush.
“Just how much do you two share about your, uh, love lives?” I asked.
“Oh, Tanya here knows enough that she’s VERY interested in maybe giving you a go, as well,” said Julie, teasingly.
“Why, yes, I do have Sapphic tendencies, and I would bet that we three could make a very nice ménage!” said Tanya, as she sat down on the bed next to me.
She leaned over and kissed Julie, full on the mouth.
“Ummmm…she still tastes of you!” said Tanya.
Julie kissed her back, her hands going up to squeeze Tanya’s big tits.
Those luscious boobs…caramel-colored and topped with dark brown nipples.
I was already salivating, and my pussy got wet, watching them kiss.
I heard myself saying words, but didn’t know where they were coming from.
“Let me eat your pussy, Tanya! Please!” I begged.
“I don’t have to be asked twice!” she said, smiling.
“What about Dean?” asked Julie.
“Should we call him? Or Karl? Or both of them?” she said.
“Nah. This is girl’s night eating out!” sai
d Tanya, as she stripped off her uniform.
Tanya’s dark skin was enticing, her pink pussy a sharp contrast to her Island Girl coloring.
Here you are, Missy!” she said, as she sat on my face.
Her funky juices oozed down the inside of her thighs, and Julie couldn’t resist wiping a finger between Tanya’s pussy lips and my mouth.
Then, she licked them clean, and began to masturbate, using a large black dildo that Tanya had apparently snuck into the room.
Tanya’s pink pussy flesh parted for my tongue, and I eagerly lapped at her.
I loved the fishy smell, so different than Julie’s tangy, sweet scent.
It was stronger, but headier.
I sucked on her clit, and Tanya gushed a bit, into my open mouth.
I shut my lips and sloshed it around, as if tasting a fine wine.
Then, a crazy, kinky idea came to me.
“Can you pee?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” she said. “Now?”
“Maybe in a few minutes?” I replied.
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve been asked before,” she said.
I continued to lick her, moving my tongue around the inside of her thighs, kneading and squeezing Tanya’s big ass cheeks.
They were round and firm, and covered my nose when she rocked back and forth at each thrust of my tongue.
Then, she came again, and this time, there was more.
I swallowed as fast as I could, but I missed some, and it ran down my chin.
Julie moved over to me.
“I want some, let me help!” she said.
Then, she was licking my chin, and neck, and shoving the dildo in an out of my pussy and then hers.
I reached another plateau of my own, coming hard, and screaming my pleasure into Tanya’s pussy, just as the stream of liquid began to increase its strength.
“You like that, Rachel?” said Tanya.
“You like pee, girl?” she giggled.
I gasped as I realized what was happening, opening my mouth wide to catch as much as possible.
Julie moved next to me, and Tanya sprayed us both with her golden stream.
We each drank a mouthful, then kissed and swallowed the pee from each other’s mouths.
Julie worked the dildo faster and harder, and we all came, flooding each other and the bed with our combined love liquids.
Afterward, Tanya licked each of our pussies as we lay on top of each other, gently cleaning us both.
“I think we should let Sylvia clean this mess up,” she said, pointing to the bed sheets.
We all laughed at that mental image.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
We had almost reached Singapore.
The “Miss T” had reached a kind of sexual rhythm over the past week or two.
Tanya, Julie and I fucked whenever we could manage it.
Their duties sometimes made a threesome impossible, but there was no jealousy, and so I would often spend time with one or the other of them.
I guessed that they hooked up with Dean, too.
At least, Tanya and Dean seemed to wander off when their down time coincided.
Good for them!
They must have found a space on the yacht that was somehow soundproof, though.
I just wasn’t all that into Dean, to be honest.
And Karl and Olga had paired up, so I really could only fantasize about him.
I wasn’t ready to just fuck the two of them.
Karl’s being my step made things a bit awkward, under these circumstances.
Sylvia?
I suppose she fucked Quint, or something.
Fuck her anyway.
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I woke up to Karl jerking off into the ocean.
This was something I hadn’t really expected.
He was really concentrating on it, too.
Where Bone had been lean and taut, his swimmer’s body a well-tuned instrument, Karl was just a gigantic, muscular force of nature.
His cock, easily more than a foot long, pulsed with blood, it’s circumcised head slick with pre-cum.
I watched, discretely.
This time, I wanted to see him come.
I wasn’t embarrassed, more like fascinated.
He was absolutely a Jaeger man, but his cock wasn’t as large as Bone’s.
Not that is mattered much.
It was nicely shaped, symmetric and lean.
The head was slick with his pre-cum, and slid easily in his fist.
He started breathing hard, and was getting ready to come!
Mesmerized, I began to walk over to him.
I thought I would just sneak up behind him, and then grab his cock, and go down on him!
That would break that sexual tension we had between us!
My pussy was wet, just thinking about it.
I moved closer, and stopped.
Just then, I heard Olga’s Germanic accent, whispering.
“Ja, mein Liebschen! Yes! Now! Give to me, now!” she begged.
Her Bavarian head popped up into sight, from where she’d been lying on her back, below him, apparently.
Her bright blue eyes gleamed with lust and passion, and she was breathing almost as hard as Karl was.
Neither one of them saw me, and I slowly backed away, and crouched down behind a deck chair.
Olga was wearing her uniform top, and Karl blasted his load all over her face and chest, soaking it with his cum.
He yelled his pleasure, as Olga stroked his balls and licked him clean.
Karl’s cum dripped down her cheeks and chin, pooling in the cleft between her breasts, wetting her bra, and making a dark stain on her uniform blouse.
She slurped Karl’s cock happily.
She stood up, bottomless.
Her hand was busy, stroking along her slit, her pubic hairs slick and wet with her cunt juice.
Olga had a perfect ass.
It was amazing.
I got soaked instantly, imagining burying my tongue in it, Julie sucking on my own throbbing clit, while Tanya sucked Dean off and Karl laughed and lorded it over all of us, Olga sucking his hard dick until we all collapsed in a giant heap.
Boy, would Sylvia be pissed off at having to wash all that laundry!
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Seeing Karl and Olga made me reevaluate the situation.
I was enjoying myself, for the first time in forever.
There wasn’t anything shameful about it, to me.
Julie’s tight body, and Tanya’s exotic Island Girl nature had given me a great appreciation for variety.
I thought hard about asking Tanya and Dean if I could participate, but I again found myself not feeling ready for a good, hard dick.
And, Karl and Olga would make for some fun playtime mental movies, but I wasn’t going there, either.
I sighed.
We were due in Singapore in the morning.
And, Stephan would be there.
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I was just finishing up in the radio room.
Stephan had given me the arrangements we had for the hotel.
Honestly, I didn’t mind relaying messages, but Stephan’s love-struck tone was making me crazy.
With Bone out of the picture, and Karl otherwise occupied, I toyed with the idea of giving Stephan a real chance.
Every time I thought about his love for me, it made me feel both uneasy and safe.
It was difficult to explain.
Although I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me, I sensed something was keeping him restrained.
He was hiding something, and it was obvious he wasn’t pleased about it.
He’d once told me he’d never get between me and my own happiness, but that was in deference to my relationship with Bone.
I thought Stephan would jump at the chance to court me, but he kept his distance.
It was in his voice though.
His love for m
e came through, like loud clanging bells.
Wedding bells.
I smiled.
Now, why did that make me feel so good?
The idea of Stephan Jaeger as my husband brought, unbidden, the image of Om and Moms at their own wedding.
She had been so radiant, and Om looked like the cat who had eaten the canary.
I felt a wave of a very strong emotion I hadn’t felt, ever.
It was a kind of longing.
For security, and a quiet kind of life, not something crazy and adventurous.
These were feelings that only happened when thinking about Stephan.
It was weird!
That’s me, I thought.
Weird, crazy Rachel.
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Karl walked into the radio room, and put his hands on his hips.
“Julie told me that you spied on me and Olga this morning,” he said, as he picked up the notes from the transmission and gave them a cursory glance.
“Uh…well, maybe you two should, I don’t know, get a room? Or a lifeboat, or something?” I said, feeling not a bit ashamed.
Karl laughed.
He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I can see why Bone loves you, so much!” he said.
“What?” I said, puzzled.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked.
Karl looked slightly flustered, then busied himself in the details of the correspondence.
“So, looks like Brett and Stephan hooked us up with the five-star treatment, again, eh? The Marina Bay Sands. Nice place. I’ve been there a time or two,” he said, nonchalantly.
“Wait a freaking second, Karl,” I demanded.
“What did you mean?” I asked, grabbing his forearm and squeezing it hard.
He looked at me, something fighting inside him.
His face was both radiant and worried.
“Tell me!” I said.
“Rachel, you’ll see soon enough,” he said.
He gently pried my fingers from his forearm, where they were digging into him.
I drew back my hand.
“I’m sorry, Karl, I …” I started to apologize.
“I won’t spoil the surprise. Stephan wouldn’t like it if I did,” he said.
“Stephan? What is he planning?” I said.
Karl, without a further word, walked off to some other place on the yacht.
Probably going to fuck Olga, that lucky girl!
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Wait a minute.
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