3 comments/ 129679 views/ 22 favorites All Ashore Ch. 01 By: Evil Alpaca The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons (or companies), living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one. This story contains m/f and f/f sexual encounters. ----------------- ----------- Tara was beginning to think that she needed to rethink her "let's go see the world" philosophy. She had gotten tired of living in a small town. Her high school graduating class had consisted of fifty people, and that was considered a busy year. Tara had played sports (even football, as the kicker), participated in school functions and excelled in academics. Not because she was really all that interested in any of it, but because the more things she had to occupy her mind, the less likely it was that she would go mad. Her parents had wanted her to stay on and help at the farm like her older brother and sister had done. Tara had wanted out. Her original plan had been to join the military, but she realized that she wasn't looking to be in an even more disciplined lifestyle than she was accustomed to. She had seen an advertisement in the paper once: it was one of those general ads that circulated in newspapers across the country from time to time. > For Tara, it had sounded like a dream come true. She filled out one of their generic applications online, got the call, got hired, and she found herself on her way to sea. As a maid. She didn't care at first. It was a start, and she would still get an opportunity to see some spectacular places. Her first voyage was on a huge cruise ship heading up to Alaska. She was told that some of the ice formations she would see were breathtaking. So she rolled up her sleeves around her tanned, well-toned farm girl arm's and went to work. Things weren't too bad at first. She wound up bunking with a thirty-year-old woman who had been with the company for about five years. She was sweet and sassy, with all the stories and attitude of a truck-stop waitress, but the face and body of one of those models from the men's magazines. Her generous curves made Tara very self-conscious of her own unexciting body. She was pretty enough with her long brown hair and big blue eyes, and had attracted quite a bit of attention from those Kansas farm boys she had grown up with. She was slim with a fairly tight little ass. But her breasts were on the smallish side, only warranting a small A-cup, and they seemed particularly small when compared with her companions 36-DD's. The woman's name was Keira, and she was a very funny woman. She showed Tara the ropes and the ship. From the first tour she had taken, she was amazed by the size of it all. Those ocean liners were literally floating cities that were bigger than the town she grew up in regards to their capacity. She had seen the western coast of the United States, gazed out at the Pacific Ocean and had been captivated by it all. But as with most things, the bloom was off the rose after a week. At that moment, she and Keira were cleaning up one of the luxury cabins while its occupants were having lunch. The room was a wreck, and there was a used condom dripping lazily from the ceiling fan. "I am NOT touching that!" said Tara. "Don't fret it darlin'," Keira said, enjoying the young woman's discomfort. Everyone freaked out a bit the first time they found one of those. "I'm just wondering how he got it up there. Either he was a really good throw, really lucky, or really happy to see someone." She got up on the bed and grabbed it with one gloved hand. She looked at it closely. "Looks like an extra-large. Someone must've had a good time this morning!" Tara started to tremble. "So gross," she said and started to strip the bed. "Oh God! Another one! And . . . and it's full!" ------------------------- ------------------- That evening, back at their cabin . . . ------------------------- ------------------- Tara was dead on her feet. It seemed that the longer people stayed at sea, the wilder they became, and she had been forced to clean some VERY interesting messes that day. She sat on her bed, listening to Keira get ready for her night out. She and some of the other off duty personnel met at one of the ships many lounges after their shifts were up to discuss who had the weirdest day. Tara never got invited to those gatherings. It seems that she was too young. So she'd stay in the room and watch in-house movies. Keira came out, looking like dark-haired sex bomb. She had on a low-cut, tight red top that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage. Add in some black stretch-pants and red high heels, and she would have looked at home at almost any club on Earth. "You look like hell, girl." "I don't see how you can do it," Tara whined, curling her legs so she could rub her aching feet. "Here, let me get that," Keira said, pulling up a chair and taking one of Tara's feet in her hands. Tara had to admit that her roommate was doing a much better job than she herself could do. Keira rubbed that foot for a few minutes before place the bottom of the foot on her ample chest, then started massaging Tara's lower leg. Tara caught herself staring at Keira's cleavage more than once. 'It's just because that's where my foot is resting,' she tried convincing herself. But her eyes kept drifting back. "Listen," said Keira after a while, "why don't you come out with us tonight?" "But I'm too young to drink," Tara replied. But she was a little excited. She'd never been invited to come along before. "You don't have to. Just through on your casuals and we'll go." Keira temporarily switched to her Tara's other foot. Tara was increasingly captivated by the woman's breasts. She wished she had a pair even half as big. 'Why the hell am I thinking about this?' she questioned. "I don't . . . really have any party clothes." Keira looked confused. "Oh, you mean like this? Don't worry about it toots. This is just my style." She put Tara's foot back down. "So hurry up." Tara suddenly found that she had energy again. She rooted through her stuff for a pair of snug jeans and her Raiders sweatshirt. She liked baggy tops because they hit the flatness of her chest. Keira didn't seem to care about the reasoning of Tara's decision, but rather the speed. "C'mon, let's go! The 'first' stories are always the best!" Keira grabbed Tara by the hand and yanked her out the door. She led the young woman to the Chameleon Lounge, where about a dozen people were waiting. Tara recognized most of them. They were a fairly good-looking crew to begin with, but her eyes instantly noticed Carlos. Carlos was a dance instructor, and his classes were ALWAYS full. He had that perfect California tan, a v-shaped torso and an incredibly low body fat index. He had the big green eyes, soft-looking lips and slightly tussled black hair that all gave him his exotic look. He was actually from San Diego. He was one of those guys that girls from eighteen to eighty wouldn't mind getting a piece of, and Tara was no exception. But he was known as a breast man, so Tara realized that her fantasies were as close as she would ever get to him. "Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late," started Keira. "Everyone, this is Tara. She came onboard a few weeks ago. This is her maiden voyage!" The crowd hooted it up while Tara blushed and tried hiding behind her bunkmate. Keira grabbed the younger woman by the shoulders and thrust her towards the group. "Everyone, be gentle! I wasn't sure if I wanted to introduce her to you scoundrels, but I figure she's toughened up a bit. She found her first used condom today . . ." Keira was interrupted by another round of applause and laughter. "Where'd you find it?" asked one very tan, very blonde girl. "I used to do maid service work until I got transferred into waitressing, and I always found those things in the weirdest places." "It . . . it was hanging from the ceiling fan. Which was still on." "Eeewwhh!" was the collective response. Keira pushed Tara into the booth and then sat next to her, ensuring the girl wouldn't be able to make a run for it. Instantly, the conversation turned into who had found the strangest objects and where. From toilet plungers between a mattress and box spring to a live chicken in the bathroom, everyone had a story to tell. Tara was laughing her ass off within minutes. Admittedly, the conversation was bawdier than most she had participated in. But then things started getting uncomfortable for Tara, particularly after the blonde girl from earlier, whose name was Sunny, was talking about a group of guys at one of the restaurants that had been hitting on her. One of them had apparently been particularly hot and very charming. She had wound up giving him a blowjob in the men's bathroom and had gotten a hundred-dollar tip for her troubles. Tara's jaw hit her chest. That was so . . . sluttish. But then things got worse. Everyone at the table seemed to have a story like that. No one seemed to notice that Tara had begun to squirm. Finally, she told Keira that she needed to use the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, she high-tailed it out of the lounge. She felt bad about leaving and not telling Keira, but she was completely wigged out and she couldn't even completely understand why. ------------------- ----------------- About half an hour later . . . ------------------- ----------------- Tara had already changed into her nightshirt and had just opened up the book she was reading when Keira came in the door. "There you are. Shit girl, you scared the crap out of me. Why didn't you tell me you was leavin'?" "Sorry," Tara replied, glancing down at her book. "I wasn't feeling well and I was tired, so I just . . ." She knew without looking that Keira was staring at her. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye as the older woman sat at the foot of the bed. "Now that you've gotten the bullshit out of the way, why don't you tell me what's really bothering you? It looked like you were havin' a good time and everyone liked you." "I . . . I just didn't feel comfortable anymore, okay?" Tara responded bitterly. "Jeez, don't bite my head off," said Keira defensively. "I just thought you might like to get out and meet people and make friends. Don't worry. I won't ask again," she said as she got up and headed for the door. Tara felt like crap. She hadn't meant to offend this woman who had tried being her friend, and she didn't want things to get ugly seeing as they had to live together for a few more weeks. But just as she sat up to apologize, Keira stopped and turned to face her, looking a little sheepish. "I'm sorry hon," the woman said. "I keep forgetting you're kinda new around here." "I'm sorry too," said Tara, closing her book and putting it on the nightstand. "I'm . . . I mean . . . Is that what this is all about? I mean, is this whole cruise just one big floating orgy? And . . ." "Is THAT what this is about?" asked Keira, her face beginning to smile again. "You think that because some of us have engaged in 'loose sexual behavior' that you're going to be expected to?" "Not . . . not exactly. I mean, it just seems like everyone does all this stuff and . . . and I'm not sure I could. Isn't it against the rules anyway?" "Yes, technically it IS against the rules. But even the Captain breaks the rules from time to time. And no, no one expects you to do anything. Most people who work on this ship don't. But think about it from the point of view of those of us who do. Most of those people at that table are young in body or at heart. And we spend a lot of time at sea. If you stick around, you're gonna discover that people get kinda lonely when they're away from land for weeks or even months at a time. Some people are strong enough to wait it out, others aren't. Some people have problems meeting that special someone when they're always between ports. So we take our pleasure where and we get the opportunity. As far as my own . . . appetites go, I've done a heck of a lot more stuff than blowin' some guy in a public place since I've worked here, and I don't regret a single one of them. The brochure promised us adventure when we signed up, and we intend on havin' some. So if you're a little more traditional or conservative or whatever, that's cool with me and I'm sure it's cool with the gang. Just don't be so quick to judge us." Tara sighed. "I didn't mean to. I'm just thinking that maybe I'm a little . . . over my head here. I just wanted to get out of that town so badly . . ." She was getting flustered, so Tara just stopped talking. "You never know if you're ready until you try. If not now, you'll be facing the same stuff a few more months or a few more years down the road." Keira brushed the hair away from Tara's eyes. "I'll let you think things over, and I'll tell everyone you just weren't feeling well." She grinned and pushed up on those titanic tits. "Don't wait up!" ----------------- ----------------- The next day . . . ----------------- ----------------- All through their workday the next day, Tara was glad that things were still good between her and Keira. Keira stories were actually getting bawdier, including innuendoes about things she had done in the very rooms there were cleaning. Tara was blushing for hours. Keira was just too much fun! She was so confident and so free-spirited, and her energy was kind of contagious. Towards evening, she and Keira were getting ready to start on another luxury cabin. The occupants were apparently just on their way to dinner as the maids showed up. They both appeared at the doorway dressed to the hilt. Both were in their early forties and looking good. The man was about six feet tall with short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked like one of those guys who had been physically active his whole life, with broad shoulders and a still relatively trim waistline. His female companion (neither were wearing wedding bands) was a classic beauty, almost as tall as her male counterpart. She had a little more meat on her body than Tara did and she had a gorgeous rack. It wasn't as pronounced as Keira's, but was easily in the C-cup range. She had high cheekbones, ruby-red lips and perfectly done makeup. The woman had medium length, curly brown hair and long eyelashes. She was wearing an incredibly black evening gown that was cut low in the front to reveal cleavage and had a v-cut in the back that went all the way down to just above her butt. 'This,' thought Tara, 'is a woman who knows that she's got it all.' She was obviously not wearing a bra, letting those large breasts swing and bounce just beneath the surface of the dress. "Oh, hi!" the woman said as the four of them almost crashed into each other. "Listen, the tub is draining really slowly. Could you get someone to take a look at it," she said with a smile. Tara smiled back. The woman had beautiful teeth, though Tara's eyes almost instinctively drifted down to those breasts. They weren't moving around nearly as much as she thought they should, but they were still beautiful. She wondered if they were real. 'What am I doing?' Tara thought suddenly. First it had been Keira's chest, and now this woman's. 'Just because you don't have 'em,' she told herself, 'doesn't mean you should be staring at everyone else's.' "We'll take a look at it," Keira said politely. As the couple wandered off, Tara noticed her friend checking the woman's ass out. "Keira," Tara said with a gasp. "What? Can't a girl admire the view?" Tara began wondering about which side of the fence her friend liked to play. She knew that Keira had engaged in sex with men, but she also realized that Keira had been intentionally vague about the details of some of her adventures. Once inside, Keira answered her question. "I noticed your brain seemed to be on overdrive for a moment, so I thought I'd clear the air. Yes, I've had sex with women before. Actually, the best sex I've EVER had was with women. Is that gonna be okay with you?" "Strangely, yeah," Tara said. "For some reason, I'm not even that surprised." Keira looked incredibly relieved. "Cool. I . . . I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was afraid of layin' too much on you, making it hard to handle. You know, you're alright for a country bumpkin," she said. Tara smashed the girl in the face with a pillow, eliciting a feigned look of indignation. "No need to be mean," Tara said. Then she paused. "She was awfully pretty," she said at last. "Yeah," returned Keira with a strange smirk. "She was." ---------------- ----------- That evening . . . ---------------- ----------- Keira had already taken off to meet with the gang, and Tara was sitting on the bed. She had been invited to go along again, but she honestly just hadn't felt like going. She got a long hug from her friend and had become very aware of the heat generated by those breasts. She wondered if Keira noticed that Tara had started to blush. She got a call from her supervisor. The couple that they had encountered earlier that day had requested another set of towels and more hand soaps. Tara assured her boss that she'd get right on it. She was still in uniform, so she swung by the laundry and a supply closet then headed up to the cabin. There was a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, but she thought things were okay since they had actually made the request. She knocked. After a minute, the door opened a crack and the woman poked her head out. "Hello again! Thanks for being so punctual," she said. The woman appeared to be sweating a little and was also slightly flushed. Even someone as naïve as Tara could guess what had been going on, or what was about to go on. The woman suddenly looked nervous. "Are you alright?" Tara asked. "Yes, I'm . . . Oh shit. Listen," the lady said, "I've got a very strange favor to ask, but please just stick with me for a moment. Me . . . my companion and myself were about to . . . well, have sex. And I was wondering if . . . maybe . . . you'd like to watch." You could have knocked Tara over with a feather at that moment. Her head was swimming, and she could barely believe what she had just heard. "Ex-... Excuse me?" The beautiful woman was blushing. "I'm sorry. I saw you looking earlier," she said, glancing down at her heaving chest, "and I thought . . . Listen, he . . . my companion and I are both a little bit of exhibitionists. You wouldn't have to do anything yourself. Just watch. And I'll pay you a hundred dollars. Please," she said with an air of desperation. "We'd really appreciate it." Tara had no idea what to say. Just twenty-four hours ago, she had been almost completely oblivious to the sorts of things that went on behind closed doors on these ships. Now, she was being asked to watch a very attractive couple have sex, and was being offered a hundred bucks to boot. The woman looked nervous. "No one has to know," she said. But Tara barely heard her. She was captivated by the woman's look of incredible longing. "Okay," she said dazedly. The woman looked ecstatic. "Thank you," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Listen, my name is Karen and his name is Sam. Just . . . just follow me inside. You can sit on the chair and watch or . . . well, if you want to, you can play . . . with yourself," she said, maybe a little too hungrily. She took the young woman by the hand and led her inside. Sam was actually buck-naked and tied to the bed with silk scarves. His erection was sticking straight up in the air. Tara had only seen that sort of thing in a porn-video her brother had hidden in his dresser at home. Sam didn't seem upset at all. Rather, he was grinning at the woman. All Ashore Ch. 01 Tara went and sat dutifully on the chair. 'What the fuck am I doing?' her brain was screaming, but her rational mind didn't seem to be in control anymore. "It seems that we have a young woman who wants to see how things are supposed to be done," Karen crooned. She sat on the bed next to her man and took his seven-inch rod in her soft hand. She began stroking it gently. Tara got her first look at the man. He had a light layer of hair over his upper body, and was obviously in good shape. He didn't seem to mind being tied up either. His female friend started gently fondling his clean-shaven testicles. Then she leaned in and licked some pre-cum from the generous head of Sam's penis. Tara's crotch was getting increasingly warm. She pressed her legs together, hoping to quell the fire that was building there, but it only made matters worse. Karen had taken the head of Sam's cock in her mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin with great relish. She kept stroking the shaft with one hand. Then she removed her hand and the entire length of the shaft disappeared into her mouth. Tara gasped. She knew what "deep throating" was in principle, but seeing it was impressive. 'How does it all fit?' she thought. Regardless of "how," the entire thing was in Karen's mouth. There was a sound of spit bubbling, then she pulled all the way off before downing the whole thing again. Up and down and over and over, that dick disappeared into her talented throat. Sam was straining against his bonds, but more out of a desire to grab Karen's head and hold it down on his member than anything else. Karen lifted her head up and stared at Tara. "Isn't his cock beautiful?" she asked. "Don't you just love how it fits in my slut throat?" She dove down on it again, then pulled back. "I love sucking it. Sometimes I let him cum in my mouth," she said. Tara's brain cells seemed to all be going off at once. There was a beautiful woman in a beautiful evening gown sucking on a beautiful cock just ten feet from her. And her hands had drifted down, pulling up the skirt of her uniform. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought as she slid one hand into her panties and started fingering herself. 'But I just can't take it anymore. If I don't do something, I'm going to explode!' Karen looked incredibly pleased at Tara's decision to masturbate. She stood up next to the bed and let her gown slide off, and the view took Tara's breath away. Her skin might not have been as tight as it used to be and there might be a little more drooping to her breasts (fake or not) than there had once been, but Karen was still a fine looking woman. All she was wearing now was a black satin thong and high heels. She got on the bed and straddled her lover's hips. She reached back, pushed the thong aside and sunk his cock deep into her pussy. She sat there for a moment, obviously enjoying the feeling of being filled. But her eyes stayed locked on Tara's. Karen began bouncing up and down on that beautiful beef-stick, and she also started sucking on one of her fingers as if it were a little cock. She slid that finger into her own box while Sam was inside her as well, then she would lick the juices from her finger. Tara's fingers were working frantically, sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt with incredible fervor. She noticed that Karen was completely shaved down there, and thought it looked incredibly sexy. Tara decided to try that herself. But at that time, all she wanted was to get off. While she had never actually enjoyed the sexual company of a man, she was actually quite fond of masturbation and went about it fairly frequently. She plunged her longer fingers deep inside her pussy while rubbing the outer labia and clit with her thumb. She was so close . . . so . . . "Oh fuck," she whispered. She was cumming. Her body locked up and her back arched and she began trembling. Her pussy was twitching as her juices began to flow down her legs and into her ass crack. Once Karen noticed that her guest had cum, she started bouncing up and down like a mad woman, taking all of Sam's cock into her box on every bounce. But rather than looking at Sam, she kept looking at Tara. Then Tara noticed Karen had begun fingering her own asshole, and seemed to really be enjoying it. Her huge tits were bouncing all over the place. Tara was once again enchanted by the movement of those globes. Karen sank all the way down again, and Tara noticed that her body was trembling. Karen was having an orgasm with that hot dick buried deep inside her. Tara realized that watching someone else cum was much different than watching yourself do it. There were all these little details and body movements that Tara had never seen before. It was . . . beautiful. Then she heard Sam moaning. "I'm gonna cum inside you. I'm gonna fill you up," he groaned, then apparently did just that. Tara couldn't see of course, but the way he thrust his hips into her and the expression on Karen's face told the story. Then, Karen leaned forward and let his member slide out of her with a 'plop' sound as it flopped onto his abdomen. Karen seemed to be concentrating on something. Then Tara saw Sam's sticky stuff actually dripping out of Karen's hole. Karen quickly spun around and actually began licking it off Sam's stomach. Tara could hardly believe what she was seeing, what she had already seen and what she had done. But she couldn't help but feel a little . . . disappointed . . . that it was all over. Karen looked down at her man and kissed him on the lips. Tara was surprised that he accepted the kiss, seeing as his own sperm was fresh on Karen's lips. Tara let her uniform fall back into place, suddenly very confused. The euphoric state she had been in was wearing off and she realized she was probably going to have to deal with some personal issues very shortly. Karen got off the bed and wandered over to her purse, grabbing two fifty-dollar bills from its depths. Then she wandered over and ushered Tara into the bathroom. "Thank you so much," she said excitedly. "I . . . it's just . . . my husband and I . . ." "He's your husband?" Tara interjected. "But . . ." "Yeah, we don't wear our rings on these cruises," Karen said blushing. "I . . . For a while, we were having problems in our marriage, so we started acting like we weren't married anymore. You know, trying to recapture some of the fun we had before we settled down." "So why . . ." Tara couldn't think of how to ask a question. "Why ask you to watch?" Karen said, and Tara nodded. "Because we saw you and your friend . . . checking us out earlier. And when you get to be our age, it's sometimes nice to know you can still turn a few heads. We've tried swinging before and we have fun with that, but being able to feel attractive to a pretty young woman, well . . . we figured if you, or your friend, liked to watch, it might be fun to put on a real show. And it seems like you did enjoy yourself," she said, almost anxiously. "I . . . I guess I did," Tara said, blushing furiously. "Actually, I really did." Karen was beaming with joy. "Well, we were probably going to . . . you know . . . do this again tomorrow. If you want to, we'd be more than happy to have you come by again. We'd pay you another hundred. Or two hundred if . . . well, you go outside and let me slip this into your panties. Please," she said, hurrying to override Tara's objections. "Just into the side. Just to give Sam a bit of a show." Tara was wondering how far she wanted to take this. But still, it wasn't as if she was really having to do anything. She could walk away the next night with an extra two hundred bucks for not much. Apparently, her gaze reflected her decision. Karen grinned and pulled her by the arm out into the bedroom. "Well, thanks for dropping by," Karen said almost casually. She lifted up Tara's skirt and stuck the two fifties into the waistband of Tara's underwear. Then Karen gave Tara a quick pinch on the ass, smiled at her, and showed her to the door. "See you tomorrow?" she asked. Tara bit her bottom lip, then nodded. Karen smiled at her as Tara walked out the door and hurried back to her cabin. ---------------- ----------------- Later that evening . . . ---------------- ----------------- "Bullshit!" Keira said, almost spitting up her soda. She had just gotten back to the room and Tara, who had masturbated to another orgasm after leaving Karen and Sam's room, had told her the entire story. She had felt a little awkward at first, particularly since she had criticized other people's moral behavior just the previous evening, but Keira didn't seem to care. "You lucky bitch! Those two were fuckin' hot!" Tara blushed. "Well, if you had been here, you could've taken them their towels." Keira looked her over. "But aren't you glad you got to do it?" Tara stared at her feet, then smiled as she looked up at her bunkmate. "Yeah, I am." "And are you doing it again tomorrow?" "For two-hundred bucks? Hell yeah!" Tara was suddenly excited. Maybe this could be a fun trip after all. ------------ -------------------- A week later . . . ------------ -------------------- Tara and Keira were sitting on the balcony, sucking down hot chocolate and a beer respectively. They had finished up early and were enjoying the last night of the voyage. Tomorrow, the ship would dock and the passengers would all go away. The ship was going to stay in port for a couple of weeks for its annual inspection and for maintenance, then they were off on a month long cruise to the Pacific islands. A bunch of the Lounge Gang, as they were calling themselves, rented a house the whole year round, and they had invited Tara to crash with them. Tara had made about six hundred dollars from her nightly visits to Karen and Sam's cabin. That, combined with her pay and lack of places to spend it, had made this a fun and profitable first outing. And to think she had been considering quitting. Her visits with Karen and Sam had been . . . well, eye opening to say the least. She had gone back a couple of times. Once Karen had been the one tied up while Sam had his way with her. He had cum in her womanhood and then eaten her out. Tara had found the entire scene arousing and had brought herself to orgasm twice while watching. The time after that, Karen was back on top. But each time, the session ended with Karen sticking the money in Tara's panties, followed by a pat on the ass. She hadn't been over for the last few days, but she had found a note for her from Karen when they had gone to clean up the room. In it, Karen had told Tara that they "would be needing some towels again that evening." Keira had made fun of her for the rest of the day. Something about redefining "room service." When the call came from an amused-sounding supervisor that a certain cabin was out of towels AGAIN, Tara hugged Keira and was on her way. She got to the room, but the door opened before she had a chance to knock. Karen opened the door and pulled her inside. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?" she said smiling. Sam was sitting on the bed, already undressed while Karen was still in her evening gown. It was almost identical to the first one she had seen the woman in, but it was a glittery red rather than black. Neither of her hosts was tied up this time. Tara assumed they were going to have a wild night. Little did she know . . . Things started as they previously had, with Tara sitting on the chair and the couple on the bed. Karen's lips were looking particularly red that night, and she licked them as she took her husband's member in her hand and started stroking it. Tara was expected for the woman to start sucking on it soon. But what actually happened . . . it was something Tara HADN'T expected. "He's really hard tonight," Karen said, looking straight at their guest. "It's so big and thick and full of cum," she whispered throatily. "Doesn't it look wonderful?" she asked, running her index finger and thumb up and down the shaft. She waited, and Tara realized that she was supposed to answer. "Yes," she said, "it looks wonderful." "Doesn't it look delicious?" Karen asked, leaning forward and given Tara a good view of her chest. "It looks yummy," Tara responded, suddenly feeling even warmer than usual. She already had a hand in her panties, but she pulled it out. Apparently, they had a different role for her to play tonight. "Wouldn't you like to taste it?" Karen asked. Tara's mouth switched off. 'She's not asking me if . . . No, that would . . .' She couldn't even complete a thought. Then Karen got off the bed and sat on the arm of the chair beside her young friend. Tara was given an up-close look at those bosoms she had been staring at for a week. "I wouldn't mind," Karen said softly. "He is a desirable man, and I'd be happy to share him." She touched Tara's cheek and ran her finger down until it was under the girl's chin, which was promptly drawn up until Tara was staring up at the older woman. "And he'd be happy to share me, if you'd like." "I'm not . . . I don't know if I should," Tara whimpered. This was a lot further than she'd ever planned on going. Her reservations weren't about financial compensation either. She was just scared, and it showed. "There's nothing to be scared of. Sam's had a vasectomy . . . Oh dear. That isn't really very erotic, is it? But wouldn't you like to try what you've only gotten to watch? To touch these," Karen said, taking one of Tara's hands and sliding it into her gown and on to one of those incredible tits. Almost in spite of herself, Tara squeezed, causing Karen to gasp a bit. Karen pulled that hand out and pulled a very compliant Tara over to the bed. She took Tara's hand and placed it on her husband's cock. Tara's brain was trying to come back on line. This was so . . . sluttish. But there she was, with a hot piece of man-meat in her young hand. It was the first one she had ever held. "Doesn't it feel good?" Karen whispered in her ear. The older woman pulled the back of Tara's skirt up and firmly grabbed Tara's ass. Tara knew she should stop this. But the shaft in her hand felt so good, and Karen's breath on her neck was causing her skin to get goosebumps. And that hand on her posterior . . . she found herself wishing it were a little further down. "Go ahead," Karen whispered. "Stroke it." Tara gripped it lightly and pumped it a couple of times. It was thick . . . so much so that she could barely get her hand around it. But then, she had small hands. She gripped it with both hands and then . . . "Gently," the older woman interjected. "You don't want him to cum too soon do you? Why don't we get you comfortable so you can play with it for a bit?" With that, Karen started undressing the young woman. Again, Tara knew she should resist. But she didn't want to. She had been watching these two for a week, and had seen the pleasure they brought to each other. Would it really be so bad to feel that way herself, even if just for that night? Tara eased up on her grip and kept with the gentle strokes. Sam was moaning. "Her hands are so soft," he muttered. "They look soft," Karen said as she removed the last of Tara's clothing. Tara felt embarrassed all of a sudden. Not because she was gripping a man's cock, but because they finally saw that she had very few curves. But neither of them seemed to care. As she jerked Sam off, she felt a finger slide between her butt cheeks and slide inside her moist femininity. Tara gasped and she glanced nervously over her shoulder. That was when Karen kissed her. There are moments in everyone's life when the world literally seems to come to a complete halt. That was one of those moments for Tara. Things started moving in slow motion as she shared her first kiss. And not only was it a passionate, sweet and loving kiss . . . it was a kiss being shared with another woman. A beautiful, forty-something year old woman. And Tara didn't want it to stop. She felt Karen's tongue pushing her lips apart and sliding in. She just followed the older woman's lead and kissed her back. Karen's finger started twirling around inside Tara's sex. "Her mouth is so tender," Karen said at last, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looked at her husband. "You know where that tender mouth could do the most good?" she asked, turning her gaze back to Tara. Tara wound up licking her lips. She stared at the cock in her hand. The head of it seemed to be getting closer to her face. "I . . . I don't know . . ." "It's okay," Karen said huskily. "Just kiss it 'hello,' and I'll talk you through it." Tara kissed the head of Sam's penis. The drop of pre-cum tasted salty to her. Without any further hesitation, she took the fleshy knob into her mouth. "Good girl," Karen said. "Try and keep your teeth away from the shaft. Suck your lips in against it. That's a good girl. Don't try and take too much. This is a skill that takes practice. Just go down an inch and then pull back up." Tara followed Karen's instructions as best that she could. Over about ten minutes, she found herself growing a bit more confident. She started stroking the part of Sam's cock that she couldn't fit in her mouth while Karen played with his balls. Occasionally, Tara would try and take too much, causing her to gag. And on more than one occasion, Karen would reach under and grip around the base of her husband's dick to ward off orgasm. Feeling hot flesh in her mouth . . . the velvety goodness of his man-flesh . . . it was incredible! And Karen kept fingering the young woman through the entire learning process. Tara felt her climax approaching, so she reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Sam's cock. She didn't want to bite it on accident. Tara realized that she was experiencing her first orgasm at someone else's hands. She marveled at how nimble Karen's fingers really were. Her pussy tried to clamp down on them, but the older woman was able to withdraw them and started licking up Tara's juices. Tara's body shook for a bit, then came to rest. "My oh my," Karen said. "It seems our young friend has a hair trigger." She nibbled on Tara's ear. "Did you enjoy sucking my husband's cock? Tell me how much you loved sucking it." Tara nodded. "I . . . liked sucking . . . his cock. Thank you," she whispered shyly. "If you think it felt good having it in your mouth, just imagine how good it might feel . . ." Karen paused and stuck her fingers back into Tara's pussy. " . . . in here." Tara was frightened again. She wondered if she should tell them . . . 'No,' she thought. 'Otherwise . . .' She crawled forward until she was straddling Sam's midsection, just like she had Karen do. As she leaned forward, Sam kissed her. It was nice, but lacked the tenderness that Karen had shown. But as Tara was leaning forward, Karen moved in and gave the younger woman's cunt a nice, long lick. Tara shuddered. Karen took a few more licks, then positioned the head of her husband's cock at the entrance to Tara's paradise. And slowly, Sam began pushing inside. Then Sam's eyes shot open. "Honey," he said to Karen while his eyes sought out Tara's. "There's something I think you should know . . ." Before he had a chance to say anything else, Tara sat back. She felt a ripping sensation as her hymen broke, and she remained seating on Sam's thighs as she waited for the pain to fade. "What?" said Karen. The older woman looked at the shocked expression on her husband's face. Then she looked at the pained expression on Tara's face. "Oh my!" she said at last. "Oh dear! Sweetie, are you okay? Why didn't you tell us you were a virgin?" "I was afraid you wouldn't go through with it," Tara whispered. "I was afraid that I wouldn't got through with it." "But we could have at least made it a little more . . . comfortable for you." All Ashore Ch. 01 Tara couldn't respond. There was still an aching feeling emanating from her crotch. But there was also a slowly increasing sense of pleasure and fullness. She felt Karen caressing her back and grabbing her ass. Finally the pain dissipated and she took her first bounce. Sam smiled up at her, happy she was comfortable. She kept her bounces small and slow at first, feeling her young pussy stretch around and grasp at the intruder. She looked at Karen with a nervous smile on her face. "It's so big inside me," she said. Karen straddled Sam's abdomen, facing Tara. She kissed the younger woman long and hard, much like she had done earlier. She felt the girl's hands tentatively fondling her breasts. Her pawing was clumsy at first, but Karen was patient. The girl was doing this for the first time, so she deserved some leeway. She pulled Tara's hands off and then grabbed the girl's head and pulled it to her breast. Tara started sucked on one of Karen's nipples like a child with a bottle. Her lips slipped off often as she kept bouncing her hips and taking Sam's cock into her moist sex. "Oh shit," Sam uttered with total pleasure. "I'm gonna . . ." Tara didn't hear a thing. She was distracted by her high-suction lip lock on Karen's tits. Then she felt something warm splashing against the warm walls of her pussy. Her eyes shot open. She remembered what they had said about Sam having gotten a vasectomy and she was on the pill (her parents had actually insisted she start when she was seventeen) but there was still a moment of panic. But then everything was okay. Actually, she felt wonderful. "You nasty man," Karen cooed. "You shot your sticky stuff inside this young woman, didn't you? You got yourself off before she got off. What kind of a host are you?" She tugged on Tara's waist, pulling her forward while Sam's shaft slipped out of her with a sloppy plop. Tara got turned over onto her back, and Karen kissed her way down the girl's body until her head was positioned between Tara's thighs. She smiled, then licked a long swath between those inner labia. "I can taste him," she said, then licked again. "I can taste his cum inside you." Another couple of licks. Tara started to moan. She missed the feeling of having Sam's big shaft inside her, but Karen's tongue seemed to be doing the trick. It was a very nimble little muscle, licking and penetrating her recently deflowered box. Karen was using her fingers to rub outer labia and clitoral area. Tara was in heaven. There wasn't a portion of her sex that wasn't being stimulated or giving her pleasure. "She's so fresh," Karen told her husband. "And she's juicy as a peach." Karen slid two fingers from one hand into the girl's cunt and started thrusting away, letting her tongue tease Tara's clit directly. Finally, Tara had enough. Her tender young hole let loose with a spasm and her legs pressed against Karen's body. She came and she came and then she came some more. Her juices coated Karen's face, or at least the ones that didn't make it into the older woman's willing mouth. Then Tara collapsed against the bedding. "Honey," Karen said, "why don't you get a warm washcloth so we can clean our guest up a bit. And I suppose with she discuss the matter of money . . ." Tara blanched. Getting paid to watch other people have sex was kinky. Getting paid to fuck them was . . . well, prostitution. She wasn't sure exactly where the line was drawn in the sand, but she felt that she was crossing it. "I . . . that's alright. You don't need to . . ." She was suddenly uncomfortable. Even as Sam was returning with the washcloth, Tara was reaching for her uniform. Karen moved to her and embraced the young woman. "It's okay. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that this was how everything was working until now, and I just assumed . . ." "I can't take money for that. I'm sorry, but it would just be weird." "You're a strange little bird," Karen said, still smiling. 'She's so beautiful,' Tara thought, once again conscious of her own lackluster physique. She took the cloth from Sam and cleaned the cum off her crotch. "Are you sure about the money?" Sam asked. "You've been great this last week. We didn't mean to insult you, but keep in mind that money really isn't an object for us." Despite her reservations, Tara was curious about something. "What exactly do you to do for a living?" she asked. Karen grinned. "I'm a cardiovascular surgeon and Sam here is a plastic surgeon. We like playing doctor," she added, then blushed at her own bad joke. Tara looked at Sam. "You . . . you do boob jobs and stuff?" She blushed crimson. Karen saved people's lives, but that wasn't what interested her at that moment. "How . . . I mean, how much does it cost? Does it hurt? How long does it take to . . ." "Calm down," Sam said, going into business mode. "Is this just idle curiosity, or is this a serious line of inquiry?" "I don't know. I . . . It's something I've thought about a lot. I HATE being flat," she whined. "I look like a little boy." "I beg to differ," said Karen. "But I can't blame you." She looked down at her own firm breasts. "These were an anniversary present from about ten years ago." The three of them discussed the pro and cons of breast augmentation surgery. After a few minutes, Tara was feeling comfortable with the couple again. Sam carefully and clearly explained the risks first, of which there were several to take into account. These included health risks, costs and possible upkeep. It could take one to three weeks before you were ready for work again, and as long as three months before healing was complete. But if Tara was serious, Sam told her to make an appointment at his Springfield office and he would give her a huge discount and a great payment plan. Tara said she would think it over and get back to him. Sam even gave her his business card. ----------------- -------------------- A few hours later . . . ----------------- -------------------- Tara was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as she had been since she had taken a shower and curled up under the covers. She would sometimes lightly touch her mound through her pajama bottoms. It was still a little tender. It felt different to her, though she knew the difference was mostly in her head. Then the door opened and she heard Keira trying to sneak in. "It's okay," she said. "I'm still awake." Keira chuckled. "Thank God," she said, turning on the lights. "I'm clumsy as an ox in the dark, and I would've ended up waking you anyway." She looked down at her friend's face. It seemed different. It seemed . . . content. Tara noticed herself being noticed and pulled the covers over her head. Keira was having none of that, sitting on the bed and pulling them back down. Tara was blushing. "Okay girl, spill! You look like the cat that ate the canary!" "I . . . I had sex tonight. With Karen and Sam. Both of them." "For money?!?" "No. Just for fun. They offered to pay me, but that would have made it . . . cheap." "Start the story from the moment you left this room and spare no details." Keira stripped down to her underwear, grabbed a blanket from her bed and curled up next to Tara. Tara told her everything, from the dirty-talk to the blowjob to her deflowering. "Wait," interjected Keira. "You were a virgin?" The older woman seemed very concerned. "Yeah. Don't be mad," Tara said, though she wasn't sure what exactly Keira might be mad at. "They didn't know until it was too late. I thought if they knew, they might not go through with it." Keira's face was unreadable, but she quickly started grilling Tara for more details. She seemed particularly interested in how Tara felt about being touched by Karen. Tara acknowledged that she was still a little taken aback by the whole thing, but that she had participated knowingly and willingly. It might take her a while to make sense of her feelings, but the whole experience had felt good to her. Keira seemed satisfied, and the two girls stayed curled up in their respective blankets chatting about their evenings until sleep took them both. ------------------- ------------------- Several days later . . . ------------------- ------------------- Tara had just finished talking with Sam at his office. She wanted to think things over before committing to breast augmentation surgery, and she wouldn't have time to do that AND have the surgery during this layover. But she was definitely leaning towards getting the boob-job. She wasn't even interested in going really big. She just wanted to have actual curves. She wandered into the house she temporarily shared with about seven other people. It was her, Keira, Carlos, Sunny, Thomas (a cook), Jeff (a lifeguard) and Paul (a waiter). After living there for a couple of days, Tara realized that chaos wasn't simply a concept; it was an actual geographic location. It was only a three-bedroom house, so people crashed wherever they could. There were two beds in most of the bedrooms except the master bedroom, which had a four-post, canopied kind-sized bed. That was Keira's. The buxom woman had inherited the house from her grandmother, so she was the only one who had a permanent bedroom to herself. The rest of the house was like musical chairs when it came time to go to bed; everyone grabbed a spot before someone else did. Unfortunately, Tara hadn't known this when she first arrived. She had curled up in a corner of the living room with a sleeping bag and a body-pillow and had gone to sleep a bit fitfully. Occasionally, a groan or other pleasurable sound drifted through the darkness as some member of the group enjoyed another member's "company." At some point, Keira had wandered out and noticed her young friend's uncomfortable predicament and had hauled the half-conscious young woman into the master bedroom and tucked her into that huge bed. Keira lay down next to her, and Tara fell asleep again. That time she was comfortable and that time . . . she felt safe. And that was how the sleeping arrangements had been for a few days. Since Tara and Keira had gotten used to sleeping in the same room anyway, the older woman had made Tara her official roommate when they were on land AND at sea. At the moment, no one seemed to be home. She tossed her stuff on the couch, then grabbed the remote. She thought a dose of Jerry Springer might alleviate her impending boredom. Then she heard a groan coming from the master bedroom. She tiptoed over and glanced through the crack in the door. Keira was lying buck-naked on the edge of the bed, and Carlos was kneeling on the floor with his head between her thighs. Keira had her hands on her head, gripping her dark hair as if to keep herself from screaming. Carlos must've been doing a good job for a while, since Keira started into her orgasm shortly after Tara started watching. Her breasts were jiggling more than usual as her body quivered in delight. "Carlos, you were born to eat pussy," Keira muttered dreamily. "But it's time for some payback and . . . well, you know." Tara couldn't see Carlos's face from where she was, but she was willing to bet he was smiling. Keira sat up and Carlos stood next to the bed. Tara finally got a good look at his mammoth erection, and had to suppress a gasp. It had to be nine inches long, perfectly smooth and capped off with a generous mushroom-head. Keira wrapped her hands around that shaft and immediately took that head between her luscious lips and sucked on it noisily. Tara found her hand had crept into her pants and panties, and she started fingering herself. 'This is just so hot!' she thought. Keira was giving Carlos a very sloppy blowjob, completely with sucking noises and spit leaking out the corner of her mouth. Tara didn't blame her for that, as the pole in her mouth was pretty big. Tara saw the woman's hand creep between his legs, pushing on them until he spread them a bit. Then she started fondling his heavy, smooth nutsack, cupping it gently in her hand. She was able to take a little more than half his cock into her mouth on every down-stroke, but she seemed to be getting the job done. She appeared to be applying a great deal of pressure to the sensitive head of his penis, causing him to moan louder. Then Tara noticed something else. Keira had stopped fondling his balls and inserted a finger into his ass. 'Do guys actually like that?' Tara thought. 'I guess some guys do, particularly if they're gay, but I didn't think Carlos was . . . like that. He can't be entirely, seeing as he's having sex with a woman . . . This is so confusing.' But what wasn't confusing was Carlo's reaction. As soon as her finger started tickling his prostate, he gasped. "Oh yes," he said. "That's fuckin' awesome." Keira kept it up for a few minutes, then stuck a second finger into Carlos's tight sphincter. Tara watched as her friend fingered the young man's ass while he used those muscular butt-cheeks to plunge his flesh sword into her warm and willing mouth. "I think it's time," Keira said after letting Carlo's cock slip from her mouth. She lay back on the bed and he straddled her midsection, placing his huge cock between her breasts. She pushed those enormous globes together around his slick shaft and smiled as he started pumping his rod between them. 'Well,' thought Tara, 'everyone said he was a breast man.' Tara had to slow her own fingers down, as she was dangerously close to orgasm and wasn't sure she'd be able to keep it quiet. She watched as Carlos pounded away at Keira's cleavage and she listened as his heavy balls slapped into Keira's body. And Keira had a look of absolute lust on her normally jovial face. Tara didn't understand what pleasure a woman could derive from that particular act, but Keira appeared to be having a ball (pardon the pun). Tara saw Carlos stop, straighten his back and let out a long, low groan as he shot his load from between her generous tit-flesh. Long gooey strings of jizz splashed against Keira's chin and neck. It seemed that Carlos had cum a bucket before he finally stopped and lay down next to his lover. "You know what you have to do next," Keira whispered. Carlos smiled and began wiping his cum from his chest with two fingers, then inserted those fingers into Keira's mouth. The dark-haired girl would suck on those fingers until she had cleaned them completely, then Carlos would go back for more. Finally, most of the sticky residue had been cleaned up, and the two exchanged a friendly, but not overly passionate, kiss. They looked like two friends enjoying a good fuck rather than full-fledged lovers. Tara looked at them both, basking in the content afterglow of the act. Her heart was racing as she quietly snuck into the bathroom so she could achieve her own sexual release. She thought of Carlos and his muscular body, huge cock and rock-hard ass. Then she thought of Keira; her impressive curves, beautiful face and soft-looking lips. As Tara's body was rocked by her own orgasm, she found herself wondering something. As she had been watching those two fuck, she had thought to herself that she wanted some of that action someday. But she couldn't figure out which of the two she wanted more. She raised her fingers to her lips and tentatively sucked her own cum from them. 'Oh well,' she thought as she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. 'It's not like either of them would ever really be interested in me anyway.' -------------------------- ----------- To be continued . . . All Ashore Ch. 02 The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story contains elements of m/f and f/f sexual activity. If you are offended by either type of content, please stop now. ----------------- ----------- Tara and Keira were stowing their gear, preparing for a month long ocean voyage. Tara could scarcely believe that people were actually able to take that much time off, but Keira explained it was a cruise for the rich, the famous and/or the retired. The last two weeks had been fun, but Tara's heart had been uneasy. After seeing Keira and Carlos, the ship's dance instructor, having sex, she had found herself fending off feelings of jealousy. But she wasn't sure who she was jealous of or why. But her friendship with Keira had endured. Also, her she had become a closer friend with Karen and Sam, the couple with whom she had a number of sexual encounters, starting on her last voyage and continuing on and off for the last couple weeks. Sam, a plastic surgeon, had agreed to give her a great deal on breast augmentation surgery when she got back. She was tired of being flat. She had nice musculature overall, but she wanted a set of curves. The surgery was going to take place within a few days of her return. But that was later. For the moment, she had cabins to clean and toilets to plunge. As she went through her rounds that first day, she spent a lot of time checking out the passengers. As expected, their ages varied from the early twenties to the seventies, and they consisted of everything from retired couples to rich young newlyweds, as well as a smattering of wealthy bachelors and bachelorettes. Within a few days, she had already found evidence of their romantic trysts, seen overweight and balding men in bathing suits a size to small and an older woman get drunk and naked and go streaking down the corridor. It had been like watching a heavily wrinkled dog get set loose on the ship, and it was an image that would haunt Tara for the rest of her life. --------------- ---------------------- A week into the voyage . . . --------------- ---------------------- Tara was sitting at a table with the rest of the Lounge gang. Everyone except Tara, Jeff (a lifeguard) and a waiter named Paul were drunk off their asses. Sunny had stumbled off with some guy she had just met, Thomas (one of the cooks) and Jared (an assistant to the activities director) were so far gone they were going to need to be helped back to their room, and Carlos and Keira decided to head over to his room for some "rest and relaxation." While Tara had found her niche in the group as "the quiet new girl," she found herself wanting to scream when her bunkmate and the dance instructor went off to have sex. She knew she should talk to Keira about things so that Tara's jealousy didn't affect their friendship, but she still wasn't sure why she felt the things she did. It infuriated her that those two gorgeous specimens were going to be getting down and dirty . . . and hot . . . and sweaty . . . Without much warning, her irritation turned into arousal. The more she thought about what those two were going to be doing, the more aroused she became. Finally, Thomas and Jared announced they wanted to go bed. Jeff and Paul agreed to help the inebriated duo back to their room, which was luckily right next to the one Jeff and Paul shared. They asked if Tara wanted to tag along, an offer she accepted. She knew that if she went back to her room, her jealous thoughts would wander again. "You smell rotten, dude," Jeff said in his valley accent. Jeff was a goofball who had spent most of his life on the beach. His face always made it look like he was stoned, but he never actually touched the stuff. He had short, curly blonde hair and a nice build. He wasn't as cut as Carlos was, but he never lacked for attention from the ladies. Paul wasn't bad to look at either. He was tall and thin, but not emaciated. He had short, straight black hair and high cheekbones that made him look a bit effeminate. But he was a genuine sweetheart who got along with Tara very well. "I shmell just fine, fank vou airy much," Jared slurred as he was deposited unceremoniously on his bed. Paul dumped Thomas on the other bed, and then the three remaining comrades went next door to hang for a bit. "They are going to be hurting SO much in the morning," snickered Paul. "Bastards deserve it," said Tara. "That'll teach them to drink so much." "Okay, Miss Prim and Proper. We'll see how nice everyone treats you the first that YOU get tipsy." This was Jeff, who was always smiling. "I've gotten drunk before," Tara admitted shyly. "Oh really? Did you get wild and naked and end up in a barn somewhere with a guy with only two teeth and two first names?" "Fuck you Paul!" "Any time, any place," the dark-haired boy shot back. "Seriously, what happened?" "I was at a party. The punch was spiked. I realized something was up, so I stumbled home and went to bed." Tara blushed and lowered her head. "Not very exciting, I guess." "Don't go gettin' shy on us again," said Jeff. "Not everyone is the 'wild and crazy' type." As is often the case when a young person is accused of being 'not cool' somehow, Tara instinctively went on the defensive. "I can be wild and crazy if want to!" "Oh yeah? What's the wildest thing you've ever done?" Tara went quiet again. "C'mon, you brought it up! What's the craziest thing that you've ever done?" Tara voice failed her at first, but she finally got the words out. "On the last cruise, I had sex with a doctor and his wife," she said silently. Up until that point, Keira had been the only other member of the gang she had told. "It started out as them paying me to watch them have sex, but then they got me to join in." Both her companions' eyes were wide open and their jaws had hit their chests. "Fuckin' good God girl!" said Jeff at last. "Here we were thinking you was all introverted and shit," he continued. "And his wife too? Tell us every fuckin' thing!" Tara grinned and bit her bottom lip, but eventually spilled her entire adventure with Sam and Karen. As she was talking, she noticed Paul lean forward in an attempt to hide a noticeable bulge in his trousers. She smiled. 'That'll teach you to make fun of me,' she thought. But by the time she was done, Jeff seemed to be having the same problem. Tara found the whole thing somewhat empowering, and her pulse seemed to be racing. "So why are you getting a boob job?" Paul asked. "I mean, it's your call, but I really don't think you need one." "Puh-Lease!" came Tara's retort. "I'm flat as a board, and it pisses me off! I'd like to get some attention of my own, and I can't really count on running into people like Sam and Karen all the time." "You GET attention," Jeff said, still trying to hide his erection. "You just don't notice. I've seen it before from people who aren't used to being around a lot of people. Maybe you aren't as top heavy as Keira, but you've got a nice butt . . ." Tara tuned out for a moment. Jeff had just done too things. He had reminded her about Keira, which in turn reminded her about Keira and Carlos, which got her jealous again. And it told Tara that Jeff had been looking at her . . . posterior. "You think I have a nice butt?" she asked coyly. He grinned. "Oh yeah." Then he stopped, realizing that he had been caught. "Hey, Paul was looking too!" "You fucking tattle-tale!" laughed Paul. "I might have figured it out from the tents in your pants," Tara blurted out. Silence. Then all three started laughing. But Tara couldn't take her eyes of Paul's crotch. Paul caught her staring. "Take a picture," he said. "It'll last longer." "I don't have a camera with a telescopic lens," she returned. That got Jeff laughing so hard he fell of the bunk. Paul looked indignant. He stood up, unzipped his pants and let his eight-inch cock spring forth. "Still think you need a telescope?" he said with a smug grin. "Put that thing away," Jeff gasped between guffaws. But Tara didn't want him to put it away. She actually licked her lips as she stared at it. Then, she reached out and grasped it. "Oh shit," groaned Paul. "Tara, I didn't mean . . . You don't have to . . ." "I want to," she said. And she meant it. Just like with Karen and Sam, she found herself wanting their attention. And they were her friends, so she didn't really have to worry about them hurting her. And that smooth, hot cock felt so good in her hands. 'Why should Keira and Carlos be the only ones having fun tonight?' she asked herself. She dropped to her knees and, without any further hesitation, took the head of Paul's dick into her mouth. It was so warm and velvety. It was longer than Sam's had been and the head actually seemed to be a little smaller than the widest point of the shaft. She sunk as far down on his root as she could (which was about half way down), then drug her tongue along the delicate skin underneath as she pulled back. She was trying to remember everything that Sam and Karen had taught her. Then she felt a pair of hands cupping her denim-clad ass. Apparently Jeff was feeling a little left out. She unzipped her fly while continuing to go down on Paul. She felt her pants being pushed down past her ass, but there was only so far they could go in that position. So she pushed Paul back so she could keep sucking his dick while she straightened her legs, allowing Jeff to push her pants and panties down to her ankles and letting her step out of them. "Dude," Jeff said, "she's shaved down here." After her first encounter with Sam and Karen, she had taken to shaving her pubic region. "She looks so fuckin' sweet," he added before burying his tongue in her exposed box. 'I'm doing it,' Tara thought. 'I'm about to fuck two guys at once.' She remembered how it had looked when she had caught Keira and Carlos together. Tara went down on Paul until she actually started to gag noisily, letting her spit dribble out the corners of her mouth. She pulled all the way Paul's member and started jacking him off with her hand. "Talk dirty to me," she said before licking the head of Paul's dick. "Please?" "What a dirty little whore she is," Paul said with a smile. "Jeff, did you realize we had a little slut in the making right beside us for the last month?" Jeff was a little too busy using broad strokes of his tongue to light up the pleasure centers in Tara's pussy to respond, but he did give the girl's ass a nice smack, causing it to redden. "Did you like that slut?" Paul asked. "Do it again Jeff." Jeff spanked her again. Paul grabbed Tara's head and began taking charge of the tempo, though he was still careful not to feed her more than she could handle. Tara's arousal level was at an all time high. There were so many things she suddenly wanted to try, and she had found a great couple of guys to try them with. She used one hand to fondle Paul's heavy testicles while noisily slurping on his fleshy rod. Jeff's tongue was working all kinds of magic, and his hands had slid up her sweatshirt and was playing her nipples. She was a little uncomfortable with that due to her feelings about her chest size, but Jeff didn't seem to care. And he had apparently eaten pussy a time or two in his twenty-five years of life, because she loved the sensations he was giving her. He played with her inner labia, traced the outer mound and flicked her clit repeatedly. "Hold up," Paul said. "I don't want to cum in your mouth. At least, not right now." Tara pulled his dick out of her mouth and just coddled his testicles for a minute while he waited for the need to cum to subside. "Why don't you suck Jeff off now? He deserves a little treat for licking your cunt, don't ya think?" Tara gave a shy smile and turned around. Jeff stood up and took his jeans off. His cock was shorter than Paul's, maybe six and a half inches long, but it was as think as her wrist with a nice bulbous head! She was only able to fit a couple of those inches in her mouth as it's girth stretched her lips into an "O" shape. She was slobbering all over it in no time. And Paul had taken over the roll of eating Tara at. He didn't try as many things as Jeff had, preferring to go up and down the slot hard and quick. He did use his fingers a bit, and he also flicked his tongue against her asshole a couple of times. She was surprised at how pleasurable that felt. Her moan of approval encouraged Paul to do that more often. Then she felt a finger pressed against her sphincter. Her buttocks flinched. "Tara," Paul said apologetically, "sorry. I . . ." "It's okay," she said. "Go ahead. And where's the dirty talk?" She could almost sense Paul grinning evilly. "What a little whore she is," he said to Jeff, who had taken a cue from Paul and had grabbed Tara's head and was shoving his cock into her mouth a little harder. Tara wanted to play rough, so he would play rough. Paul slid a finger into her rectum and tentatively explored with it, but he never desisted in his oral attentions. Tara felt a pressure building up in her body. She let Jeff's cock slide completely out her mouth. "Oh God," she muttered, "I think I'm gonna cum," she cooed as her ass and legs started trembling. Paul enjoyed watching Tara's pussy try and clamp down on his tongue, while her asshole did a good job of capturing his finger. She wasn't a big gusher, but he did see her cum cover the outer labia, making them look deliciously slick. After her orgasm had subsided, he started rubbing his hand over her mound to get his fingers wet, then he used those fingers to tease her asshole some more. Then he stood up and spanked her ass again, making it glow red. Tara looked back at him at smiled. His cock was still hard, sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. "I'm on the pill," she said, "if that's what you're wondering." He smiled back and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting box. "Do you want this?" he asked. "Let me hear how you want it!" She had started blowing Jeff again, but stopped to answer. "I want you to fuck me," Tara said. "I want you to fit your great big dick into my pussy and fuck me hard." She blushed a bit. She had been the one who had asked for the boys to talk dirty, but she was a bit unused to it herself. But she was also beginning to like it. Paul sank all eight inches into Tara's body. "You're gonna half to try this," he gasped to Jeff. "She's so fuckin' tight! I've never fucked such a tight pussy in such a little slut before!" He started pounding away, his hips slapping hard and often against her ass. Tara was back to sucking Jeff's cock, taking as much as half of his thick beef stick into her mouth. She might never be able to deep throat like Karen had, but Jeff wasn't complaining. And Paul kept fingering her asshole, which she found more than a little pleasurable. Her pussy and mouth were both being stretched to capacity. After about five minutes, she decided to change things. She'd been bent over long enough for her back to start bothering her. She lay on her back while Paul straddled her neck and stuck his cock into her mouth. She tasted her own fresh juices on his shaft, savoring them as his dick slid down her throat. Jeff positioned himself between her legs at the other end of the bed and stuck his shaft into her pussy. "Oh fuck," she murmured around Paul's dick as Jeff's particularly thick tool split her open and stuffed her like a Christmas turkey. She wrapped her legs around Jeff's waist as he fucked her with reckless abandon. "Man, the other guys are going to be so pissed when the find out what a fine piece of pussy they missed out on," Jeff grunted. "Maybe," said Paul. "Or maybe this little slut will want some more tomorrow. She seems to be built for taking cock!" Tara's mind actually rolled over the idea. She let Paul's dick slip out of her mouth. Then she licked her lips, smiled, and devoured his shaft again. For all their talk, Tara was FEELING like a slut, and she was enjoying it. There was no rhyme or reason to the boys' thrusting. Both Paul and Jeff were just thrusting their meat into Tara's holes with impunity. More and more of Paul's beautiful dick was vanishing into Tara's throat. She had a hint of tears in her eyes as she tried to suppress her gag reflex, but she wanted to take as much of that shaft into her mouth as possible. She grasped Paul's taut buttocks and helped in pushing him against her face. Jeff's member was keeping her pussy nicely stretched as he pounded away. Every thrust elicited a high-pitched grunt to emanate from Tara's mouth and travel up the skin of Paul's cock. Her oral emanations further stimulating Paul's sensitive member, and quickly pushed him over the edge. "Does the little slut want a drink?" Paul said with heavy breath. "Mmh hmm!" she hummed. Without further adieu, she felt his cock start to pump and she felt the first wave of warm cum plastering the inside of her mouth and throat. His smooth butt cheeks were so tight beneath her hands as she held him inside her. As the last wave of Paul's jizz unloaded into her, and as a healthy gob leaked out of her mouth and down both sides of her chin, Jeff unloaded into her pussy. Soon, she was dripping white, sticky-sweet juice from both ends. Jeff pulled out and sat on his bed, but Paul remained locked between Tara's lips as she slowly and gently nursed his remaining seed from his softening, tender dick. She had swallowed as much as she could, but a good amount had seeped out and covered her face. Paul started scooping up the excess with his fingers and sticking them into her mouth, letting Tara suck off the residue greedily. "What a nasty little slut," Paul said with a grin while Tara smiled and blushed furiously. "Crap, it's late!" said Jeff. The blonde lifeguard promptly rolled over and went to sleep. "How does he do that?" Paul muttered. Tara almost felt she should be offended, but she couldn't help but snicker. Paul joined her in soft laughter. "So," he said, "did you want to just crash here or . . ." Tara thought about it. She felt no shame about what she had just done, but for some reason she didn't want to see Keira right then. "Yeah," she said, "but I need to get up early tomorrow." Paul reached over and set his alarm for an obscenely early hour, turned off the light and the two friends curled up under the covers. 'Why don't I want to see Keira right now?' she said as Paul wrapped an arm around her. 'It's not like she's exactly a saint.' Confused but sexually satisfied, she basked in the warmth of Paul's body as she felt sleep claiming her. ------------------- ----------------- The next morning . . . ------------------- ----------------- Tara woke up early, about fifteen minutes before alarm was set to go off. She slid out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. She took a moment to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She still looked . . . satisfied. 'What are you doing, girl?' she thought to herself. She noticed a small spot of dried cum on her chin. 'Shit, I'd better shower.' She quietly grabbed her clothes off the bedroom floor, got dressed and headed back to her own room. With any luck, she'd be able to sneak in without waking Keira and get cleaned up. She felt bad about sneaking out on Paul, but despite the fun she had during the previous night's sex, she was feeling a bit less confident that she had done the right thing. All Ashore Ch. 02 She got back to her cabin only to find that Keira wasn't even there. And by all appearances, her bed hadn't been slept in. 'Looks like she stayed overnight with Carlos. Again,' Tara thought almost bitterly. Tara climbed into the shower and got ready for work. --------------------- ---------------- That afternoon . . . --------------------- ---------------- That day of work had been as uncomfortable as any Tara had worked since she came on board with Deep Blue Cruises. Keira was oddly subdued, and Tara kept wondering if the older woman was watching her: glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. 'Does she know?' Tara had thought. 'But so what if she does? I didn't do anything wrong! And it's not like she's a saint either!' The two worked in relative silence as they worked their way through the luxury cabins. At lunch, Keira wandered off to find and talk to Carlos. "Big surprise," Tara muttered. She went to the cafeteria and sat down to partake of a turkey sandwich. She sensed someone sitting next to her. She turned her head. "Hey Paul." "Hey," came the somewhat muffled response. "Listen, are you okay?" he whispered. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was talking about. "You mean about last night? Yeah, I am. I just . . . I wasn't really planning on something like that. I'm still getting used to the idea of having sex, and . . . well, you guys are my friends." "We're still going to be your friends. We just wanted to make sure that you weren't having second thoughts or were going to start avoiding us." "No. It's . . . it's just kind of hard to explain." "Would you rather talk to Keira?" he asked. "No! I mean, not really. She seems to be 'distracted' these days." Paul looked Tara over. "Are things okay with you two?" "I don't know," she said dejectedly. "We haven't been talking as much recently. Did you tell her about last night?" "I haven't even seen her, and I'd be willing to bet Jeff hasn't either. By the way, he and I agreed not to say anything unless you did." Tara smiled and hugged Paul. "Thanks. And I mean it when I say I had fun last night." She stopped and sighed. "I thought that I would want to talk to Keira about it, but I don't. At least, not right now. And it wouldn't matter if I did, since she was with Carlos AGAIN last night. Hell, she's probably fucking him right now." Tara's voice had become edgier when she said that last. "And you sound a little jealous right now. Still, Keira and Carlos . . . that's just weird." "Why? They're both young and hot and . . . well, you know." "Sexually adventurous?" Paul said with a smile. "Yeah, but I thought Keira knew better. You're new, so I might want to warn you about Carlos. He's a great friend . . . if you're a guy or if you're a girl who DOESN'T sleep with him . . . but he generally treats the girls that he's fucked like notches on the bedpost. I'm not sure why he's such an ass about it, but once he's had a girl, he sees them as 'lesser' beings all of a sudden." "He hasn't been doing that with Keira," Tara pointed out. "I know. But he had a major hard-on for Keira for years, and she's supposedly dynamite in bed. But she knew the kind of guy he was, and never did anything with him since they've both been working here. At least, they didn't do anything until that last cruise. And she's so very much his type, at least physically, that he isn't going to say or do anything that might prevent him from having more chances with her down the road." "So Keira . . . the rest of the gang . . . Why is this so hard to say?" "If you're wondering if the gang as a whole just randomly has sex with each other, generally no. It has happened. Sunny has gotten it on with a couple of the guys before, and there has been some other people who aren't around anymore, but Keira had always kept sex outside the group. She didn't want to make things awkward. Apparently stuff has changed." Tara glanced over at his friend. She guessed that he wouldn't mind having a go at Keira himself. She placed an arm around his shoulders. "I guess we're destined to be second-string players," she said. "I guess so," Paul said with a grin. "But I think we showed we can play as well as the starters. See you this evening?" "Definitely," Tara said. She was feeling better, but she still had something to take care of. --------------- ------------ An hour later . . . --------------- ------------ "My God," Keira muttered from the bathroom of the cabin, "did a Wookie die in here?" Tara poked her head around the door and noticed a large amount of hair around the bathtub drain. "I think the guy that's staying here shaved his back or something." She shuddered and went back to changing the sheets on the bed. Keira came out to get her rubber gloves off the cleaning cart. As Tara heard the snap of the gloves on Keira's hands, the younger girl turned to her mentor. "Hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Keira looked concerned for a moment. "What?" "I . . . I kind of had sex with Paul . . . and Jeff last night." Keira smiled. "Oh thank God," she laughed. "I thought it was something bad. Jeff is kind of a flake, but he's cool, and Paul is a great guy." Keira hugged the younger woman. "I'm impressed though. You used to be nervous about the idea of giving head to a stranger, now you're having sex with older couples or two guys at the same time. I'm so proud of you." Tara laughed. "Not the sort of thing I'd write home to my mother about." Keira got a peculiar look in her eye. "Well, I'm not your mother." Then she smiled again. "So, how was it?" Tara grinned. "It was fun. I took off early, and I think that freaked Paul out a bit. I just needed to figure things out in my head. Jeff rolled over and went to sleep as soon as it was over, but Paul was a bit more of a gentleman." "Paul's cool. So, did you get some good double penetration action?" Tara looked confused, so Keira clarified. "You know," she said, pointing at her front and back private areas. Tara's eyes opened a bit. "Uh, no. I did . . . well . . ." She stopped and pointed at her mouth and crotch. "Have you . . . ever . . . I mean, doesn't it hurt?" "You mean taking a dick in your ass at the same time as having one in your . . ." "Yes," Tara said blushing. "Have you tried anal before? With the guys or with Sam and Karen?" "No. I've had a couple of fingers up there, but that's it." "Well, I suggest you try it. It can be a lot of fun once you get used to it." "Have you . . . and Carlos . . ." Tara started. It was Keira's turn to blush. "Not exactly. Listen, about Carlos . . . There's something you should know about him." "Is it about the way he treats women he's slept with?" "Yeah. Paul told you?" "If that's true . . ." "Why did I start sleeping with him?" Keira plopped down on the bed. She looked into Tara's eyes as she sighed. "I was protecting you." Tara looked completely confused. "Protect me? From what?" "Carlos. He . . . was interested in 'breaking you in' at one point." "What?!? He never even seemed interested in me! I'm flat as a board, and he likes tits!" "True, but he's also kind of a pig. He PREFERS women with large breasts, but he'll sleep with all kinds, and you have a sexy little butt. These," Keira said, pointing at her mammoth chest, "are the only reason I was able to distract him." "Why would you . . ." "Because I like you," Keira said. "I mean, I figured you'd start being more interested in sex. I just wanted to make sure that you enjoyed your first few experiences. If I had just told you to stay away from him . . . well, I'm aware of how well young women respond to ultimatums. And if I had just told Carlos to stay away from YOU, it would have just made him want you more. If Carlos had gotten into your pants, I was worried it might ruin the idea of sex for you, knowing how he treats women afterward." "So you're fucking him for my benefit?" Tara said exasperatedly. "Pretty much. I'd being lying if I said the sex wasn't great. Carlos can be a jerk, but he's great in bed. And he has a huge . . ." "I'm aware of his 'endowments.' I saw you two together back at the house." "Really?" Keira said with wide-open eyes. "Yep." Tara related what she had seen transpire between the two that one day. "He has some interesting tastes," Keira said with a laugh. "He likes have stuff in his ass as much as I do." She took one of her gloves off and touched Tara's face. "I knew you fantasized about Carlos. I just didn't want you doing anything with him unless you understood the deal with him. Do I still need to worry?" "Not really," Tara said. "He's hot, but if he's as much of a jerk as everyone says he is, I think I'll find my entertainment elsewhere." "Good girl. Now grab your gloves and a ten-foot pole. We need to clean that hairball out of the tub!" ------------------- -------------- A week later . . . ------------------- -------------- Tara was happy that what had happened between her, Paul and Jeff hadn't made things any more awkward. Things were back and to normal between her and Keira as well. She began to notice crude little things that Carlos did that she had missed back when she was drooling over him, and she became thankful for what Keira had done. Not that the older girl hadn't received some compensation. Tara distinctly remembered her sucking on Carlos's massive rod once upon a time. But with Tara out of danger, Keira had suddenly and inexplicably, at least to Carlos, cut off his nooky supply. And things with Paul seemed to be going better. While they had agreed to just be friends, they were apparently friends with benefits. They had gotten together a couple of times for some fun, casual sex over the last week, mostly to blow off steam. But Tara felt a growing sexual restlessness in her chest. There was something that Keira had brought up that had been haunting her thoughts . . . something she wanted to try. One night, Tara gave Paul a call just when the Lounge Gang's usual evening meeting was about to take place and asked him to drop by their cabin. By the time he arrived, Keira had already left, and Tara pulled Paul inside. She was wearing a terrycloth robe with nothing under it when she closed the door behind her and stared meaningfully at her fuck-buddy. "Why do I feel like a mouse that just wandered into a room with a cat in it?" he said, half-jokingly. "When we first had sex, you kept sticking fingers up my butt," Tara said matter-of-factly. "Karen liked to have fingers up her butt. And when I told Keira about you, me and Jeff, she asked if I had gotten 'double-penetrated.' She said that it could be a lot of fun if I got used to taking it in the ass. I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head. So I was wondering if you . . . you know . . . would mind helping me figure out if it's something I would like?" Paul was stunned. "Please, PLEASE tell me you're NOT joking." "I'm not joking," she said as she moved in front of him and cupped his stiffening shaft through his pants. "So far, I've sort of let stuff happen. I want this to happen, and you're the only one I trust who can help me with this right now." "You really don't have to convince me," he said, untying Tara's robe and letting it fall to the floor. Tara started unzipping his slacks. Luckily, he had gone commando, which saved Tara some time. She sat down on her bed and grabbed his member pulling on it until he was positioned right in front of her, at which point she slowly let it slide into her mouth. "You're my BESTEST friend," Paul groaned. "I hope so, unless there is something about you and Jeff that you'd like to tell me," she said before going down on him again. She wrapped a delicate hand around his heavy nuts, rolling them lightly in her palm as he removed his own shirt. He grabbed the back of her head and took control of the tempo, thrusting his cock into her throat and making her gag as spittle escaped her lips. She grabbed his smooth butt cheeks and held him in for a moment before allowing him to continue pumping. Periodically, she would take a little more down her throat until six of his eight inches was vanishing into her mouth. "You're getting good at that. You like giving sloppy head, don't you?" He was smiling as he said that. "I'm so glad I've gotten to help you find your inner whore!" Tara would have chuckled if she didn't have her mouth full. She pulled off Paul's cock, spread her legs and bit her bottom lip. Paul grabbed her hips and scooted them closer to the edge. Then he knelt next to the bed, braced himself on the bed with his arms and sank his dick into her warm, waiting cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he pumped her like an oil well. He fit inside her so well that it was amazing. She leaned her head forward and drug her tongue across his smooth chest as he fucked her, tantalizing one of his nipples with her tongue and teeth. He groaned and started fucking her harder, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. "That's how I want it," she whispered. "Hard and fast. Gimme that big cock!" "Your wish is . . . well, it's my wish too!" Paul buried himself up to the root in Tara's sex, then grabbed her nipples and started pulling and twisting them. "I'm kinda interested in how you're going to look with bigger tits," he said as she moaned under his attentions. "You gonna let me fuck 'em? You've already let me fuck your mouth and your pussy, and in a couple seconds I'm going to fuck your ass. Are you going to let me fuck your new big tits when you get them?" Tara hadn't actually thought that far ahead, but she supposed she WOULD be able to do that when she healed from her surgery. "I'll only let you fuck them if you make me cum soon," she said throatily. She knew she was close, and she wanted to get off once before the evening's main event. Paul grabbed her hips and went to town. "I have every intention of taking you up on that!" It only took a few more minutes before she gasped, threw her head back and started to shout. "I'm cumming! Don't you dare stop, 'cause I'm . . . (gasp)" Her vaginal muscles quickly clamped and her light musculature strained against her skin. Paul was concentrating as hard as he could to keep from cumming himself as her cunt applied a tremendous amount of pressure on his shaft. Then she sat up and wrapped trembling, sweaty arms around his chest. "Okay," she said. "I think I'm ready now." "How did you want to do this?" She looked around, stood up and then pushed Paul onto the bed. She grabbed a jar of Vaseline out of bathroom, but Paul stopped her before she could open it. "How about I get you warmed up first?" he asked. When she looked confused, he instructed her to straddle his face. When she did that, he raised his head and tongued the area around her asshole making her flinch as she became accustomed to that type of touch. Then she felt one of his fingers penetrating her pink rosebud. It probed and stretched for a minute before being joined by another finger. After about ten minutes, Paul thought that Tara was ready. "Now why don't you get me greased up?" Tara grabbed the Vaseline and applied a generous amount to Paul's eight-inch cock. The she straddled his midsection, her face towards his. She reached back and positioned the head of his shaft at the entrance to her ass. She was breathing heavily, almost like she had run a marathon, and she hadn't even started yet. "It's okay," he said. "Just ease back until . . . Oh God!" She had taken his advice and had eased back onto the head. Paul had done a good job in prepping her, but it was still unlike anything she had yet experienced. The pressure of just the head as it stretched her anal opening was intense. She felt the fleshy head compacted by her powerful ass muscles as it passed through the outer rim. She let out a little squeal. "I . . . I don't know if . . . oh hell!" "Listen, if you don't thing you can handle it . . ." "Quiet you!" she snarled. Then the head slid inside, but she wasn't out of the woods yet. Paul's shaft was actually wider than the head, the widest point being an each below that fleshy mushroom. That was where it was now, wedged at the biggest point. Slowly, it slipped past and his cock was buried all the way in her ass. "Oh fuck!" Paul exclaimed. Tara was seeing stars before her eyes as her bottom was stuffed to capacity. Her mouth opened in an amazed smiled. It felt wonderful. The pain had ebbed and she just felt full! She left it buried all the way in, savoring each moment. This also gave Paul a chance to concentrate, which was good as he had almost blown his load when she had sank back. "You are so fucking tight!" Paul said. He reached forward and started rubbing Tara's swollen inner labia as he waited for her instructions. "You were big already, but now you feel huge!" she gasped. "It's incredible!" She lifted her hips up an inch and then dropped back down, and both of them groaned. She did that a few more times, then raised up two inches . . . then three. Finally, she started bouncing higher, letting as much of his cock slide in and out of her ass as possible. Paul couldn't do anything but sit there and enjoy the ride. Tara's face had become increasingly animalistic. She grabbed his nipples again and used them as leverage as she rode his cock, letting hit travel as far up her Hershey highway as he could go on every bounce. Paul was becoming increasingly concerned that he might not make it out of this alive. "Let me fuck you from behind," he said almost plaintively. That would give him a little more say in the tempo and would get her fingers away from his increasingly tender nipples for a minute. She got off him and got down on her hands and knees at the other end of the bed. "Hurry up!" she snarled. Paul quickly obeyed, grabbing her waist and plunging his shaft into her gaping sphincter, driving the air from her body. With his movement no longer restricted, he began pounding away with great vigor. His balls were slapping up against her pussy as she grunted and gasped and groaned. "Harder," she pleaded. Paul wasn't sure how much harder he could go without bruising his own testicles, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He was humping with his hips like a jackrabbit. He lay his torso along her back, reached around her waist and started fingering her pussy. "Oh yeah," she cooed. "That feels good." Paul curled his fingers as much as he could, trying to find her special spot. Tara was loving every moment. The feeling of his cock in her butt, his fingers in her pussy and the heat of his body on her back . . . all of it made her feel . . . perfect. Then she came again. Her asshole became like a vice, trapping Paul's beautiful big cock. Her pussy quivered, her body shook and her juices quickly covered Paul's fingers. "I'm gonna cum," Paul warned. The extra pressure caused by Tara's orgasm was too much. "Don't pull out! I want to feel you cum in my ass!" she ordered. She soon got her wish as his spunk blasted deep inside her backdoor. She felt his cock pumping and felt his cum filling her ass . . . she felt every warm spurt. She felt his sweat on her back and his arms around her waist. As she lowered herself to her bed, she turned her head and looked at him. "Stay in me," she whispered. "Just a little longer. Please?" Paul followed her down, his slowly softening and very tender member still buried in ass-flesh. He was tired, she was breathing heavily and they were both basking in the afterglow. Paul was a bit confused. While they had agreed to be friends, things felt a little different than they had before. This was cuddling. This was something that people who were INVOLVED with one another did after sex. All Ashore Ch. 02 "So," he said in an effort to break his internal tension, "any other secret desires I should know about?" She smiled. "I'll have to get back to you on that," she murmured. "Think the gang's noticed we aren't there yet?" "Did you want to join them?" She thought to herself for a moment. She thought for a moment, then pulled it around her more tightly. "I don't think waiting a few more minutes will kill them. So . . . was it good for you too?" The two shared a laugh at her unintended cliché. But a few minutes later, they disentangled and took a quick shower together. Neither was sure where to put their hands, but things weren't too uncomfortable. Tara was feeling some of the same concerns that Paul had been feeling, but wanted to give herself some time to sort through things. But there was something she knew she had to say right away. After they finished getting dressed, she gave Paul a hug. "Thank you. I don't think I could have done that with anyone but you." "I'm glad to help," he said with a smile. "I'm serious. But . . ." "I don't know if I want . . . us . . . to change. At least not yet. But I know I don't want to lose you as my friend, no matter what." "You won't. I promise you that." Both of them felt better and, even though there was more to say, neither felt an immediate need to say it anymore. The two friends hurried up to the lounge to catch a few more bawdy stories and drunken tales being told by the rest of the gang. ----------------- ------------ That night . . . ----------------- ------------ Keira and Tara were actually singing when they found their way back to the cabin several hours later. Keira was tipsy but not really drunk, and Tara was just feeling good about life. She and Paul had gotten some friendly ribbing when they showed up almost an hour late, but they grinned and blew it off. The worst thing they could have done was gotten defensive. The tactic worked, and the conversation had moved on to other things. But once back at their room, Keira sat in a chair, staring and grinning at Tara. "So, what happened that made you show up late looking like the cat that ate the canary?" Tara blushed. "We were just hanging out!" "Then why is there an open jar of Vaseline on your nightstand?" Tara hurriedly closed the jar and tossed it into a drawer. "I was . . . shining . . . up . . . my teeth. Okay, so I asked Paul to . . . you know . . . ass fuck me." Keira almost fell out of the chair laughing. "Oh . . . oh, I'm sorry. It's not what you did but how you just said that! Oh my!" She finally stopped laughing, except for occasional snicker. "Did you like it?" "OH . . . YEAH!" Tara laughed. Then she got a bit more serious. "Keira, how . . . how do you know if you like someone more than as a friend?" "Something happen with you and Paul? Besides the obvious? He isn't pressuring you . . ." "No," said Tara quickly. "It's just . . . afterwards . . . things felt a little different. We'd agreed to be friends, but I'm not sure if I want something more or if he wants something more or what." "Did you tell him that?" "Sort of, and he seems to feel the same way. I mean, I'm just beginning to enjoy certain things, but I DO like him and . . . and I don't know what to do." "Well, as long as you're honest with him, I think things will work out, and it seems you're off to a good start in that regards. But what else do you want? Really. You've had sex with two guys. You've had sex with a man and his wife. You've tried traditional, oral and now anal sex. You're running out of things to do that won't get you arrested." "It's not like I had anything specific in mind," she said. Actually, that was a bit of a lie, but she didn't want to tell Keira about another idea milling about in her head. At least, not yet. "I just like the idea of being able to take advantage of a situation without having to worry about whether or not Paul might get hurt." "First, don't go making trouble for yourself. Make sure that you or he feels a NEED for something more than friendship. Secondly, tell him what you just told me. If he does feel something more, he might be willing to wait. And lastly, take some time to figure out what YOU want." "You're right," Tara said and gave Keira a hug. 'God, her tits are huge,' Tara thought. "I'll talk with him tomorrow and finish working stuff out." Was it Tara's imagination, or was Keira hugging her a little more tightly than usual? She didn't mind, as it caused those gigantic globes to press harder against Tara's chest. She felt Keira's breath on the side of her neck, and found the aroma of the older girl's perfume to be almost intoxicating. The two finally broke their embrace, then got ready for bed. ------------------- ---------------- About a week later . . . ------------------- ---------------- "Even I've never had THAT offer before," Sunny was saying at about the time Tara got to the table. She sat down between Paul and Keira. "What offer?" Jeff was almost blushing. "Apparently, there's some guys on the ship running an amateur porn site." "You're kidding?!?" said Tara. Her hand rubbed briefly against Paul's, and the glanced at each other. She looked down at his crotch, then back at his face. She was thinking it might be a good night for a "friendly visit," but she wanted to hear Sunny's story for the time being. "Nope," said Sunny. "I mean I was flattered by the offer, but I don't swing that way." "What way?" Tara asked. Keira snickered. "It's an 'all girl' site." "Hello! . . . everyone . . . my story!" Sunny interrupted petulantly. "Anyway, there were these two really hot guys and this one chick at one of my tables. They were sizing me up all night, and thought I might be interested in being on their site. They way it works is that they find a girl who shows up for an 'acting audition' and that girl gets 'seduced' by another girl who's 'assisting' the producer. Sometimes they have two girls seducing the 'innocent.' They apparently pay five hundred bucks a shot. If they had a couple of hung guys, maybe, but I just don't do girls," she said. She looked over at Keira. "Sorry hon!" Keira laughed. "You know what room they're in? I might like to have a crack at that action!" The whole gang laughed, but Tara's brain was going a mile a minute, and she felt her pussy getting wet. 'That would be so HOT!' she thought to herself, but whether it was the situation or Keira being in it was a bit of a mystery. "Won't you get fired?" Tara asked. "I mean, are they even supposed to be doing that on the boat?" Paul furrowed his brow. "If you don't get caught, don't do it on the clock and they don't capture the ship or cruise line's logo, it would be really hard to find a way of punishing anyone. I mean, the company could still fire you and give any reason they want, but then someone would have to admit they were watching the site. A lot of higher ups might be opposed to doing that." The conversation drifted into the realm of copyright laws and legal infringements, but Tara tuned it out. She looked over and saw that Keira was pondering something. 'Is she really thinking about doing it?' Tara pictured Keira with her face buried in another woman's crotch. The mystery's woman's face seemed blurred at first, but the pleasure she was receiving from Keira in Tara's fantasy was clear enough. Then the woman's face cleared: it was Tara's face. 'Oh dear!' she thought. She and Paul left the gathering a little early, getting a lot of snickers and innuendoes as they went. They went back to Tara's cabin, where Tara sprung a surprise on her friend. "Paul," she started, "would . . . would you think less of me if I told you that I . . . kind of . . . was thinking about doing that porn site?" His eyes shot open. "Uh . . . uh . . . Would I think less of you? No. Am I shocked as hell? Yes. I mean . . . why? You didn't want to have sex with Karen and Sam for money, so what would be different about this?" Tara rolled that objection around in her head. "I guess you're right," she said. "It's just . . . you asked me once if I had any other 'desires' I wanted to explore." "I thought you sort of did that with Karen." "Kind of. I mean, she ate me out, and she and I kissed, but . . . I didn't feel like I'd gone 'all the way' with a woman. At the time, I wasn't sure I wanted to . . ." "But now?" "But now, I do. I want that experience." "Man, when you come out of the gates, you do it like shot from a gun!" Tara blushed and looked at her hands, which were folded in her lap. "You must think I'm a complete slut," she whispered. Suddenly, she began regretting the decisions she had made. She had let things get out of control. Paul knelt in front of her and raised her chin with one hand. "Don't do this to yourself. The only one who can tell you what's right for you . . . is you. Did you have fun with Karen and Sam?" Tara nodded. "Did you have fun with me and Jeff?" Another nod. Paul grinned. "Did you have fun last week," he crooned as he thrust one hand under Tara's seated posterior, "when we took the dirt road?" Now Tara was blushing so bright she could have guided Santa's sleigh. Tara met his gaze. Her momentary flash of doubt was gone. "You're right. Again." "Have you considered asking Keira?" Tara's eyes were as wide as saucers. "I couldn't do that. I mean . . . remember how we're 'second string?' She's on the starting line-up and you know it." "You know, I bet that Keira would agree that this Karen woman was first string material, and she seemed to have the hots for you. I KNOW I've got the hots for you. Why not Keira?" "You REALLY have the hots for me?" Tara asked coyly, leaning back and unbuttoned her jeans. "Prove it!" "Your wish is my command," he said as he pulled her jeans and panties down. He quickly buried his face in her crotch and drank in her aroma. She had a REALLY pretty pussy, and Paul buried his mouth between those swollen lips and started to lick. Tara started running her hands through Paul's hair, then grabbed it and held his face against her crotch. Every time his nose bumped against her clit or nuzzled itself in the valley below, she jumped just a bit and groaned. But that was nothing to the noises she made when he sunk the index finger of his right hand into her pink rosebud and started stimulating her ass. Then the noises got louder. "Oh, you think you get go off-roading again? Just because you're so studly and sweet and . . . ooh!" A second finger had worked its way into her bum, and was stretching her tight little hole. "Okay, okay. You win!" Knowing what treasure lay at the end of the rainbow, Paul doubled his efforts. He used his free hand to unzip his own pants and provide himself with some relief. Then he used the fingers in her ass like little pistons, getting that entrance ready for what was to come, but he never let up on that sweet pussy. Tara was in serious heat. She tried pushing her shirt off but only managed to get one arm free before the first tingling of climax lit up her skin. She flopped back onto the bed and sighed dreamily. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh!" she grunted, her mouth in that perfect "O" shape. Then it hit her full on and her skin trembled lightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins. When Paul looked up, his lips and chin were shining with her cum. She reached into the nightstand and grabbed the jar of Vaseline. She tossed her shirt off completely and had Paul sit on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off. She grinned as she got his eight-inch pleasure pole nice and lubricated and then put the jar back on the nightstand. She stood on the bed, with her front facing his feet. She slowly lowered herself down until the head of his rigid prick was once again at her anal opening. "Grab my shoulders," she told him. He did as asked, letting him support her weight. Then she let herself sink onto his shaft. It didn't take as long this time for the pain and pressure to dissipate, and soon she was left with nothing but that wonderful feeling of fullness. "Spread . . . spread your knees a bit," she said. After he had done that, she moved her feet forward and placed one foot on each knee until she was basically in a 'cowgirl' position, facing away. "Now fuck me," she ordered, and Paul began humping with his hips, driving his erection into her unbelievably tight ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she began to say, and quite loudly at that. "You are so tight," Paul moaned as he slammed his dick home over and over again. "Your ass is like a vice," he finished. "You are such a horny little ass-slut, aren't you?" "Oh yes!" came the response. "I love it in my ass!" The two of them had gotten so caught up in the act and so loud that neither of them heard the keys in the door and the knob jiggle. "Hey, have you guys seen my . . ." Keira walked into the room and caught the young couple in mid stroke. Tara and Paul froze like a couple of deer in the headlights. "Good God!" she said with a blush and a smile. "You're an agile little thing," she said to Tara. Tara was absolutely more embarrassed than she had ever been in her life. She was mortified. "I . . . I'm sorry. We'll . . ." Tara moved as if to dismount Paul. "Don't you dare!" Keira said. "You spied on me and Carlos having sex and you had fun watching Karen and Sam. So it's your turn to put on the show." Tara was almost tempted to argue, but then Paul thrust again and all reluctance vanished in a jolt of pleasure. Then her eyes met Keira's directly, and there seemed to be some hunger there. Keira lay back on her bed and watched as Paul continued to spread and invade Tara's asshole. Tara watched as Keira's hand slid into her stretch pants. She watched Keira as she began to masturbate. Suddenly, Tara wanted to put on a show. She wanted to turn Keira on. She began bouncing harder, moaning louder and increasing her dirty talk. Keira seemed to be enjoying the display, and had pushed up her tube top so that she could fondle those huge tits and play with her own nipples. Tara felt herself beginning to salivate. She wanted those tits. She wanted to grab them and suck on them and squeeze those nipples. And she wanted it bad! Keira noticed Tara staring and noticed the incredible desired smoldering just underneath the skin of her face. Keira stood up and discarded all her clothing. She hesitated, then walked over to Tara. Time as Tara knew it stopped for a moment. Paul had stopped thrusting to watch events unfold. Tara saw those pendulous breasts swaying as her friend approached. Her breasts were right in front of Tara. "Do you want these?" Keira asked softly. Tara looked at her with such longing. But then the younger woman looked back at Paul. She wanted his approval. No, she needed it. Paul smiled. "If you don't do it, I will!" he said with a lopsided grin. Tara beamed with . . . with something more than friendship. She knew things were changing again: things between her and Keira as well as between her and Paul. Tara turned back and quickly engulfed one of those nipples between her lips and sucked on it like she had never sucked before. Keira held her head gently, almost cradling it. With Paul supporting her weight, Tara was free to use her hands to grope and fondle Keira's 36-DD chest. Her head was moving almost maniacally between the two globes, tracing the outer rim of those huge aureoles with her tongue, then nipping the nubs gently with her teeth. Keira groaned with pleasure, and Tara beamed with pride. All was perfect. Paul was filling her ass with his wonderful cock and Keira was filling her mouth with those perfect tits. Keira looked down and asked Tara a question. "Do you want me to taste you now?" Tara's eyes were glazed over with lust. She didn't quite understand what Keira was offering. But she understood it when Keira knelt on the floor between Paul's legs and buried her face in Tara's crotch. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Tara said. Keira . . . that tongue . . . it was magic! It was everywhere! It was in every fold and on every pleasurable point! It snaked around her clit and delved into her deeps. And it only needed a few minutes to make Tara cum. And like the first time she and Paul had tried this, Tara's orgasm made the pressure exerted by her ass too much for the young man to stand, and Tara once again felt his creamy man-juice filling her anal cavity. This time, when Tara looked between her legs, it was Keira's face that was covered in Tara's cum. With Paul's cock still inside her, she lay back against his chest for a moment, giving both her and Paul a moment to rest. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to do that," Keira whispered. She stood up as if she were going to leave, but Tara grabbed her hand. She tugged on it until Keira sat down on the bed next to her. "And YOU have no idea how much I wanted you to do that." "Why didn't you say anything? You knew I was bi and . . ." "I didn't think you found me attractive . . . at all. I mean, girls like you have sex with guys like . . ." "Carlos?" Keira interrupted. "Yes, Carlos is hot, but guys like him are a dime a dozen. A body of iron and a brain of brick. But girls like you and guys like Paul here . . . I'll take a good friend for a tumble over an arrogant prick like Carlos any day. And you two are both a lot better looking than you seem to think you are." Tara had moved over to the side and let Paul's cock slide out of her ass. Paul himself was feeling a little elated at the praise Keira was doling out. Like Tara, he had felt like the guy who almost-but-not-quite-good-enough to have a chance with Keira, and now she was saying she thought he was attractive. "Well," he said, "I'm gonna need a few minutes to replenish my energy. Why don't you two girls play?" "Oh yeah," said Keira as she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure the GUY here has NO ulterior motives for wanting to see two girls get it on." Then she turned to Tara. "Want to put on one more show?" Tara nodded. Keira swung around until her pussy was in front of Tara's face and vice versa. Tara was so nervous. This was another thing she had never done, but it required her to take an active role. She felt Keira's tongue slowly massaging her outer lips, so Tara tried to reciprocate. After a while, the younger girl realized that her friend was going slow on purpose, letting Tara keep up. Tara stretched her arms down until her hands were cupping Keira's tits again, then the two girls turned it up a notch. Paul was loving this. True, it might cause complications between him and Tara, and he was beginning to realize how attached he had become to the young woman, but he had faith that things would work out. Besides, how could he say no to being part of this. He went into the bathroom and cleaned his member off. The feeling of warm water and sudsy soap actually began bringing his erection back. As he walked back into the main room, Keira had brought Tara to her third orgasm of the night. The sight of the two now-sweaty girls locked in a sixty-nine made his cock swell back to its rigid state. Keira looked up with a shining face and noticed his cock. "Now that is a sweet looking peace of meat," she cooed. She turned her head. "Tara, mind if I suck Paul's cock for a second?" Tara mumbled something that sounded like "okay" into Keira's cunt as she continued eating away at the older girl's sex. Keira just opening her mouth wide and let Paul position the head at her lips and push his way into her throat. Almost all of it disappeared in a single gulp. He pulled back and thrust all the way back in again. "Good Lord," he muttered. "She's taking the whole thing," he said in the general direction of Keira's crotch and Tara's head. Then he noticed that Keira had stopped applied much pressure with her lips. Apparently, being brought to orgasm by Tara's willing tongue had distracted her. Paul pulled his cock out so that she could moan more freely as she came on Tara's face. All Ashore Ch. 02 Once Keira had calmed down, she started sucking on Paul's cock again. Tara finagled her way out from under the older girl's body so she could watch Paul's meat vanish down the woman's throat. She placed a hand on Paul's butt and helped him establish a rhythm. He was so distracted by the pleasure that was Keira's mouth that she didn't notice Tara move around behind him. She parted his butt cheeks and touched the tip of her tongue against his sphincter. He buried his shaft up to the hilt in Keira's throat and gasped loudly. "I seem to have found a sensitive spot," she said, then kissed him in the small of the back. She had enjoyed having her ass played with. She knew Keira liked it and apparently, so had Carlos. Why not see if Paul was up to it? "Unless you want me to stop?" "No," he said, almost too quickly. "I was just a little surprised." Tara flicked her tongue against his asshole several more times as he resumed his fucking of Keira's face. He barely flinched when Tara licked her finger and inserted it up to the second knuckle in his butt. 'He really has a nice ass,' Tara thought. She had noticed that about him before, but hadn't really been conscious that she had noticed. Her probing finger, now all the way in, touched a certain spot which DEFINITELY made him jump. It also made him shoot a heavy load into Keira's mouth. Tara heard the older girl gag a bit as Paul's spunk splashed into her throat and onto her cheeks and tongue. Paul pulled out of Keira and Tara pulled her fingers out of Paul's rectum. Keira sat up, grabbed Tara's head and kissed her. It wasn't a particularly romantic kiss. Rather, it was a nasty, naughty, cum-swapping kiss. A great deal of Paul's jizz leaked out and dripped down both women's faces. "If I died right now," Paul said slowly, "I could say that my life was complete." The girls started to laugh, and then Keira hiccuped. That got everyone laughed harder. The three of them exchanged a series of kissed with each other: quick and friendly. Tara was impressed that Paul was willing to participate considering his cum was on both girls' lips, but he didn't shy away. The three of them got cleaned up. Strangely, it was Keira who asked Paul to stay the night, and the three curled up in a mass of flesh on one of the beds. Tara knew, like before, that things had changed, but she would deal with the changes in the morning. But with her head resting on Keira's ample bosom and Paul's arm draped over her body, she got to experience a truly perfect moment. ---------------- ------------------- To be continued . . . All Ashore Ch. 03 The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story contains elements of f/f, m/f and m/m sexual activity. If any of these types of sex offend you, please read no further. ----------------- ------------ Tara was sitting in the office of Dr. Sam Anderson, plastic surgeon extraordinaire. The young woman, only eighteen years old, had always hated being flat. She had met and become sexually involved with Dr. Anderson and his wife Dr. Karen Spencer-Anderson on Tara's first voyage as a maid with Deep Blue Cruises. She had confessed her distress with her lack of curves, and he had told her he would perform breast augmentation surgery at a severe discount if she wanted it. She had made the appointment a month ago, and had been waiting for her most recent voyage to come to an end. The day after she had docked, she had shown up at the office. It was at that moment that she informed Sam that she had changed her mind. Sam looked at her and smiled. "It's a scary prospect isn't it?" "Sort of," she said. She was glad he wasn't angry at her. He had set aside time for her and had offered her a great deal, but something had changed in her mind in the last few weeks. It had started when she had an impromptu three-way experience with her two best friends, the beautiful and voluptuous Keira and her bust guy-friend Paul. She had told Sam about what happened that night, and he had listened patiently. "I'm going to want to do it someday," she told him. "But I'm just not ready right now, and I don't think I need it right now." That was what had changed in her head. After being with Sam and Karen, then Paul and another friend Jeff and having that followed up by being with Paul and Keira, Tara had realized that people WERE attracted to her. She still wanted curves, but it wasn't going to kill her to wait a couple of years and let her body finish developing a bit more before doing it. Sam had wholeheartedly agreed with that idea. "I'll be willing to do the surgery as long as I'm practicing, so just look me up when you're ready." Sam stood up to shake her hand, but she lunged across the desk and hugged him. "Thanks for being understanding." "It's more than all right. Hey, why don't you bring you friends by the house this weekend? Karen will be having her first couple of days off in almost a month, and we've got a huge new grill that's just been begging to get fired up!" "That sounds like fun," she said. "But who else would be there? I mean, I'm not sure how comfortable I'd be around a bunch of doctors . . . beside you and Karen I mean." "No offense taken," he said. "Actually, we could just make it us and your friends if you like, but I've got some friends and neighbors that I think you'd get along with just fine. Invite whoever you want and bring your bathing suits." Tara thought that would be fine, and it might be nice for some of her friends to mingle with a more sophisticated crowd. He escorted her out to the office where Paul was waiting. Tara had told the gang about her change of heart earlier, but Paul had come along just in case she changed her mind again. Sam shook Paul's hand, glanced at Tara and then gave her a quick wink that made her blush. ------------------ ------------- Back at the house . . . ------------------ ------------- Tara and Paul got back to Keira's house, which was occupied by between six and nine other people at any given moment. So many of them were at sea so much that trying to afford their own places didn't make much sense, and Keira didn't mind the company or financial assistance. While the gang was free to crash anywhere in the living area or the two spare bedrooms, the master bedroom was Keira's. During their first break, Keira had let Tara sleep in the giant king-sized bed with her, but that was before the things had gotten . . . sexual. When they had gotten in yesterday, she hadn't wanted to stay in that room. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in "playing" with Keira, but she didn't want Paul to think she was moving on. Quite frankly, she still wasn't sure what she wanted. But Keira had insisted, and had even invited Paul to crash in there as well. They had all been far too tired to do anything but go to sleep anyway. But that wouldn't be the case later in the evening. A couple members of the Lounge Gang were hanging out and basking in the first day of their three-week break. Jeff and Thomas were playing basketball out in the driveway while Sunny was working on her tan in the backyard. Sunny was certainly a looker and a bit of an exhibitionist, and she had already drawn a number of appreciative glances from neighbors and housemates. Keira was at her desk paying the bills. Carlos was conspicuously absent. Carlos was notorious for his poor treatment of women he had slept with, and he had apparently had designs towards Tara when she first showed up. Keira had basically started sleeping with him just to keep him distracted, and she had done a masterful job. Keira was probably the only woman who Carlos had been so enraptured by that he hadn't disrespected her, but she had dumped him when Tara decided that she had other and better options. Carlos had crashed at the house the previous night, but he was gone first thing in the morning. Tara plopped down on the bed while Paul went to get a snack. Keira groaned and stretched her neck. "How long have you been sitting there?" Tara asked, moving behind her friend and gently rubbing her friend's neck and shoulders. She made no claims to being a great masseuse or anything, but sometimes even a little bit could help. "A couple of hours. I hate paying bills. It's my SECOND least favorite time of the month. That feels nice," she said, leaning her head back until it rested on Tara's chest. "By the way, for what it's worth, I think you made the right call. Not getting the operation and all. Give yourself a bit more time." "I know. But it's easy for you to say. You're perfect." "Not hardly, but thanks for saying it." "Karen and Sam invited us over to their place for a swim and a barbecue. Told me to invite all my friends. Interested?" "Free food and a chance to get half-naked?" Keira turned her head and smiled a bit. "Okay," said Tara, returned that smile, "that was a stupid question. Did you want me to get Sunny to work your shoulders?" Sunny gave almost notoriously good neck, shoulder and back rubs. "No, what you're doing is fine. Is everyone going to be invited to Karen and Sam's?" Tara wondered if Keira was worried about Carlos showing up. "I thought I'd invite the whole gang. I figured everyone needs to unwind a bit." Keira stopped, put the stuff she was working on down on the desk. "Sweetie, I just wanted you to know that it's okay." "What's okay?" Tara responded. "To be confused and to want to take some things slowly. Paul and I both noticed that you got a bit quieter after that night we were all together. We talked a bit last night after you went to sleep." About that time, Paul appeared and dropped a sandwich and diet soda off on the desk. "Here you go," he said to Keira. "I figured you hadn't eaten yet." As Keira greedily devoured the morsel, Paul wrapped an arm around Tara's shoulders. "She's right you know," he said to the younger girl. "We don't want you to think you have to chose one of us." Tara felt a surge or relief. "But can we still . . . you know?" She blushed. "Anytime you want," said Keira. "And if you want to be with other people, like . . . oh, say, Karen and Sam, that's fine too. Just be careful." Tara's arms were wrapped around Keira's and she pressed her face against her friends. This gave her a great view straight down the dark-haired girl's v-neck tee-shirt which was strained to the last trying to contain those 36-DD tits. Keira liked to let them bounce around unconstrained by a bra when she was at home. Tara was suddenly feeling very naughty. Her hands drifted down into Keira's shirt and cupped the sides of those heavy, warm fun-bags. "Sweetie," Keira said throatily, "I need to pay bills." "You said 'Anytime you want.' I want now," Tara said petulantly. "Paul would you close the door please?" she asked wiggling her ass at him. "She's got you there," he said with an evil grin as he closed the door to the bedroom. "You just want to get laid," Keira said as Tara continued fondling those tits. Tara hadn't really gotten to play with them as much as she would've liked that first night. As Tara was fondling, she felt Paul pressing his crotch into her ass, and she could feel his member hardening in his pants. Keira turned her head and her lips met Tara's. The two of them kissed. The first time this had happened, they had swapped a load of Paul's cum. This was warmer . . . friendlier. It felt good. "Why don't we continue this in bed?" Keira cooed. She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. In the fifteen feet between Keira's desk and that great big bed of hers, clothes went flying. All three of them were naked by the time any of them hit the mattress. Keira found herself on her back with a mouth on each nipple as both her lovers attached themselves to her most prominent features. Tara moved a hand over Keira's crotch, cupping as much of it as she could and rubbing it in small circles. "Fuck," Keira whispered. "That feels good." Paul had released his nipple lip-lock, got off the bed and maneuvered himself around behind Tara. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them and started licking at her smooth pussy. He was just going for speed and power, licking right down the middle. But it was getting the job done, as Tara was moaning straight into Keira's tit flesh. She let loose of Keira's nipple and, still kneeling next to Keira, shifter her upper body so her face was now over Keira's crotch. She replaced her hand with her tongue. But unwilling to leave them alone completely, she stretched her left hand back down the woman's body and grabbed one Keira's right breast, squeezing the nub between her fingers. "Have you been practicing, you sexy little minx?" Keira asked. Paul looked up between licks of Tara's cunt. "She's turning into a total nympho," he said. "She's been craving cock and pussy since she stepped foot on the boat!" Tara began licking ferociously and tugging harder on Keira's nipple. She had a tongue in her wet sex, breast in one hand and her mouth around Keira's inviting tunnel. She wanted more. She used the index finger from her right hand to penetrate Keira's box a couple of times, then sank it into the girl's greedy ass. She wanted to please Keira. She wanted to make the buxom woman cum, and she was going to do it all on her own. Paul could try and get Tara to climax, but Keira had become Tara's pet project. She lifted her head long enough to look back at Paul. "Fuck me! Please?!?" Paul looked at Keira. "See? She's such a little slut!" He sidled up behind her and touched Tara's nether lips with the tip of his penis. "But she's not going to get it until she tells me how much she wants it." "Please stick it in me," she moaned. "You're right! I'm such a whore, and whores need deep dick!" Keira was more than a little surprised at the words coming out of Tara's mouth. She had heard a little of this when she had been with these two the first time, but Tara was really turned on! Keira grabbed the girl's head and literally shoved it back into her crotch, encouraging Tara to start eating again. She missed a beat as Paul shoved all eight inches of his dick into Tara's personal paradise. She gave out a high gasp as he thrust the air from her lungs, but she quickly went back to teasing Keira's pussy with her tongue and fingering Keira's ass. She sucked the clitoral area into her mouth just as she felt both of Paul's thumbs find the way into HER asshole. This furthered her sexual frenzy. She finally let go of Keira's chest so that she could use her left hand to rub circles around Keira's clit and send her tongue deep into the woman's box. "Okay," Keira moaned, "now I REALLY mean you can do this ANYTIME you want. I like the idea of having your little slut tongue in my pussy!" Keira was certainly getting into the spirit of the game. "Oh . . . I'm cumming! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Keira's body shook like she had never felt before. She had actually gotten better head before, but never from someone as absolutely dedicated to giving pleasure as Tara had become. She kept the girl's head held against her crotch and rubbed her pussy against the girl's face, making sure that almost every square inch was covered before Keira's body came to rest. Tara was finally able to raise her face, and flashed of pleasure kept passing across her eyes as Paul kept sinking his meat into her willing hole. Tara looked straight at Keira. "Did I do good?" she asked with childlike innocence. Keira's mind was finally coming back on-line, but she wasn't fooled for a second. This young woman had come into her sexual maturity quickly over the last several months. She was becoming more and more comfortable in intimate situations. "You did great," Keira said. She couldn't help but smile. The innocence may have been contrived, but the desire to please had been real. Paul, feeling a little left out despite having Tara's hungry cunt gripping at his cock, actually picked Tara's hips off the bed, forcing the young woman into a wheelbarrow position as he plunged into her over and over again. "Give it to her!" Keira told Paul. "Fuck her brains out!" Several more plunges was almost enough to do just that. Tara's upper body failed her as orgasm overtook her, and her upper torso fell to the bed as Paul laid into to her almost mercilessly. Her pussy squeezed his dick, almost forcing him to blow his load. But he concentrated, stopped his pounding and let Tara's climax subside. Then he pulled out of her with a noisy plop and let her body settle back to the comforter. "That was some good fucking!" came a compliment from Keira towards Paul. "While this little tart rests, why don't you give me some of that?" Paul was more than happy to oblige. Tara snuggled up next to Keira, kissing her and fondling those tits as Paul moved between Keira's legs. He wasn't sure how much long he could keep from blowing his load, but he wasn't going to pass up a chance to bang this buxom goddess. He slid into her velvet tunnel all the way up to his balls and stayed there for a moment. "What are you waiting for?" asked Keira. "Fuck me," she added as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Paul tried to hold off cumming by taking it slow, but he had already taken too much. Between sticking his cock in Tara's tight snatch and Keira's hot body, his body had enough. He sunk into her one final time and blasted her tunnel full of jizz. He didn't even have the time or energy to comment on the event. He just stayed inside her as he filled her box. "That wasn't nearly long enough," Keira pouted. Paul felt a little bad. He wished he had been able to go longer. But he wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied, so he planted his face between Keira's thighs. He had never eaten a girl he had already shot his load into before, but nothing was going to keep him from pleasing her. "What a delightful stud you are," she murmured. "Tara, our Paul is such a good boy! He's going to finish what he started." "He's good with his tongue," Tara said. "So am I," Keira said, pulling Tara in for another kiss. "Let me prove it to you again." She helped Tara maneuver until the younger girl was straddling Keira's face. Tara grabbed the headboard as Keira's tongue returned the favor from earlier. She had very much enjoyed eating Tara's flowerpot that first night, and she sent her powerful tongue between Tara's two-lips. She was gripping the young woman's tight young ass in both hands as she ate Tara out. Paul was devouring Keira's pussy, and was completely un-phased by the fact that he was tasting his own jizz. He would have been somewhat embarrassed to admit it, but he was kind of turned on by the whole thing. He darted his tongue down to Keira's asshole and got a pleasurable moan from the woman, which in turned stimulated Tara's pussy. "Do that again," Tara cooed. Paul actually went back to cleaning the inside of Keira's box, but he began stimulating her asshole with his finger, much like Tara had done earlier. This two-pronged attack had Tara groaning heavily straight into Tara's wet slot, and the vibrations caused by Keira's moaning titillated the younger girl's sensitive cunt flesh. Paul kept licking and fingering until he was finally able to help Keira achieve release again. And when she came, she got especially juicy. For the second time that afternoon, Keira had been brought to the promised land by oral stimulation, and both her lovers were left with a face that was shiny with her juices. Soon after that, Keira's mouth and tongue were the recipient of Tara's sweet nectar. Her lithe body shook with delight as Keira's artful tongue brought her to orgasm. As soon as it was over, she removed herself from the older girl's face and kissed her. Then Tara kissed Paul. His lips were almost as soft as Keira's, and he was a good kisser. She realized that she didn't remember kissing him before. She also noticed that he was hard again. "Keira, his cock is all big again? What should we do?" Her child-like voice was charming, and a bit of a turn on for Paul. "Would my little girl like a lollipop?" was Keira's response. The two girls threw Paul onto his back and both hovered around his cock. Keira quickly downed almost six inches of it while Tara fondled his balls. When Keira pulled off, Tara sucked it down. "Hot damn!" Paul said. He was getting a tag-team blowjob. He'd brag to his friends, but his friends were the ones going down on him. 'I need more friends,' he thought. The two girls kept up their double oral assault for a while before something occurred to Tara. She whispered something into Keira's ear, then both girls smiled at Paul. Keira flipped over onto her back. "Paul, I told you that I'd let you fuck my tits after the surgery. Well, since its going to be a while, Keira's going to be my surrogate, so you can fuck her tits instead!" Paul didn't even need to be asked twice. Like a flash he was straddling her midsection and had laid his log between those two awesome mounds on Keira's chest. As Keira pushed her tits together to envelop his shaft, Paul let out a sigh. He had been dreaming about this since he first laid eyes on Keira. He also felt Tara right behind him, straddling Keira's waist. He felt one of Tara's fingers slide between his buttocks and penetrate his sphincter. This caused him to jump forward, propelling his cock down Keira's tit-valley. He actually enjoyed the sensations caused by Tara's finger. She pressed her body against his, trapping her hand between them and her finger inside him. As he started balling Keira's tits, Tara moved her hips in sync with his, fingering him all the time. Occasionally, he would feel Tara's finger press against something that almost made him want to explode. 'Is that the prostate?' he thought. 'If it is, it feels fuckin' good!' It felt almost as good as the enveloping warmth of Keira's ample breasts as his saliva soaked shaft slid between them. He gripped and played with her nipples as he pumped away, with Tara mirroring his movements all the while. He started groaning. All Ashore Ch. 03 "Give it to me," Keira said warmly. "Give momma a pearl necklace!" Paul lost it and let loose his load. It wasn't as powerful as his first orgasm had been, but it was enough to leave a generous helping of cum on Keira's chest and neck. Tara withdrew her fingers, much to Paul's surprising disappointment. But when she started licking his man-juice off Keira's chest, the visual image made everything worthwhile. "Yummy," Tara said as she licked up and swallowed the last of Paul's spent load. Both Paul and Keira were staring at her with amusement. "Remember when finding a used condom freaked her out?" Paul asked. "Now she's licking fresh man-cum off another woman's chest!" "Our little girl is all grown up," Keira said in a mothering voice as she pinched Tara's cheeks. Tara got off the bed and wandered towards the master bathroom, muttering obscenities as she went and scratching her butt. Both Keira and Paul started to laugh, but did enjoy the view as the young woman walked away. They heard the shower being turned on. "Are you two gonna join me or what?" came Tara's voice. "Race ya," Keira said, and the two hurried into the bathroom. ----------------- ------- Two days later . . . ----------------- ------- Keira and Tara had been at the malls and the shops all day. Both of them had picked out some swimsuits for the party at Karen and Sam's, and Keira had bought Tara some lingerie that emphasized her shapely legs and butt. Tara was feeling better about her decision to hold off on her breast augmentation surgery. Keira really helped her feel better about her body. She had some good features. Most of the things they picked out for Tara de-emphasized her chest and emphasized her ass, with lots of thongs and skimpy bottoms. Keira, of course, was picking suits that covered as little as possible, letting butt and boobs hang out in some very arousing ways. When they got home thought, their move turned somber quickly when they found Sunny sitting on the couch with red eyes. It looked like she had done some crying. "What's wrong?" Keira asked as she sat down next their blonde friend. Was it Tara's imagination, or did Sunny shy away for a second when Keira came near. "I fucked up," Sunny sniffed. "I knew what he was like, but I figured that since you pulled it off . . ." Tara sat on the other side of the couch. "You knew what WHO was like?" Keira had an angry expression on his face. "Was it Carlos? Why? I mean . . . Sunny . . ." "Don't criticize me," she retorted angrily. "You fucked him too! But . . ." Sunny went quiet. Keira wanted to say something, but Tara shook her head. Tara wrapped her hands around Sunny's shoulder. "What happened?" Sunny sniffled again. "He came by this morning after you guys left. He said that he'd been crashing with some friends. I should have known something was up, because he asked if you were here," she said, looking at Keira, "then he turned on the charm. I figured that he hadn't been badmouthing you, so maybe he'd changed. We got it on, then . . . he hadn't changed. He told me that I was okay for 'a sloppy fuck,' but that I was 'no Keira.' Told me I might want to take notes or become a lesbian, because my 'game wasn't up to his level.' What an ass!" Keira looked furious. Carlos had done this just to get back at Keira, by driving a wedge between the two women. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I never thought he'd stoop to this. This is lower than anything he's ever done." Sunny leaned her neck back, letting the back of her head come to rest on the back of the sofa. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know this isn't your fault. You were just trying to protect our little friend here," she said as she hugged Tara, "but it's a blow to the ego, ya know? I mean, how could he do that to me but not to you?" "He was obsessed with Keira," Tara said. "I'll bet he really didn't think more of her than anyone in a positive way, but Keira was like his Holy Grail. If someone tells you that you can't have something, it makes you want it more. Keira was a little more aloof than anyone else when it came to having sex within the gang. You did a couple of times, or at least that's what Paul was saying. Not in a derogatory way," she added hastily. "But Keira was just a little further out of reach, so she became the brass ring he wanted to reach for." "That makes sense," Sunny said. "When did you get so smart?" "My uncle is a psychiatrist, and he loves to talk shop at family gatherings. Listen, I know you're not gay at all, but . . . if I had the choice and the option, knowing what I do now, I'd much rather sleep with you than with Carlos any day." Sunny giggled. "That's so sweet! Really!" She turned to Keira and hugged the older woman. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." "Don't be. I know how charming he can be. Even with having my own reasons for sleeping with him, I was almost tempted to buy into his bullshit. But hey . . . you're young, you're a major babe, and we're going to a party this weekend that might have some well-to-do and very handsome swingers. So get your sunscreen, I'll apply it for you, work on your tan and get ready to knock some socks off at the barbecue. Deal?" "Deal!" Sunny said, some of her normal perkiness returning. "Though I think this is just another attempt for you to get your hands on me while naked!" "Whatever works," Keira said as she led Sunny out to the backyard. ------------------ ------------ That evening . . . ------------------ ------------ Keira and Sunny had gone to grab some take-out and rent a flick for the gang's movie-night. Paul, Jeff, Jared, Thomas and the ship's yoga instructor, a thirty-five year old woman named Roxanne, were all staying at the house at the time. Tara told them all about the party and Karen and Sam's and they all were interested in going. After Tara was done describing her doctor friends, everyone got the feeling that there was a good chance of getting some action. Karen and Sam had gotten more into the swinging scene in the last few months, and Tara was willing to be some of them would turn out to be the "friends and neighbors" that Sam had been talking about. Then Tara told everyone about what Carlos had done. They were all pissed, but most of them weren't surprised. No one could even figure out why they had all tolerated Carlos's presence for so long. Tara told them that Carlos was no longer welcome in her house or in her company. She wasn't telling anyone else they couldn't talk to him, but she didn't want to be around him anymore. The group members present unanimously agreed. When Keira and Sunny got back, Sunny became a pampered princess for the evening. Jeff and Jared actually started feeding her grapes while Roxanne used her expert hands to massage Sunny's shoulders. Sunny probably knew why she was getting the treatment, but her she wasn't going to complain. By the time dinner and the movie were over, she was pretty much back to her old self. ------------ ------------------- That weekend . . . ------------ ------------------- When Karen and Sam threw a party, they threw a party. There were about thirty people there before Tara and company arrived. And there didn't seem to be an unattractive person among them. Ages ranged from the late teens to the late forties, but even the older people seemed to be in pretty good shape. There were doctors, lawyers, city workers, waitresses, and an assortment of business people. Tara and her friends were made to feel welcome right away. Sam looked pretty studly as he grilled up just about every kind of food imaginable. Karen looked ravishing in a tight but tasteful one-piece suit with a hip wrap. If Sunny had been down a couple of days ago, it didn't show. All negative emotions were gone. She was quickly surrounded by men (and some women) who paid her a lot of attention. The girl's naturally vivacious nature and good looks drew people to her. Tara had called Karen, told her the deal and had made sure that the couple inconspicuously arranged for a number of eligible men to show up. Karen had gladly agreed. Keira and Tara were sitting on a couple of lounge chairs soaking in the sun. Both had politely fended off a number of propositions, but the rest of the gang had vanished off to a number of secluded spots to make out. Everyone was getting paired off. Sunny was "entertaining" a couple of strapping men over behind the bar. Paul walked over to the pair after talking a bit with Sam. "Hey girls," he said. "Hey stud," was Keira's response. Paul grinned. "Listen, Sam and Karen apparently have a full-sized pool table and were wanting to know if we wanted to play?" "Yes!" said Keira, who loved the game. Paul led them into the house to where the host and hostess were waiting. The five of them took turns playing and had a great time. Tara stunk. Badly. But she was having fun. After a while, she stopped and just watched the others play. Then Sam and Paul sat on the barstools next to her. Everyone was enjoying watching Karen and Keira playing. Firstly, the amount of cleavage displayed whenever one of those women bent over to take a shot was phenomenal. And the views of the two women's butts were nice too. And the two of them were milking the attention. They would press their cues between their tits when they were waiting for the turn, or spread their legs wide when making a shot. Both Paul and Sam were sporting some impressive tents in there trunks very quickly. The final straw was when Keira had to make a shot close to the rail. Karen wandered over and offered to help steady the shot. She smiled, then bent over and grabbed her ankles with her perfect ass pointing up in the air. She had removed her hip-wrap, so Keira had placed her cue in the valley between Karen's ass cheeks. She had taken a series of long slow strokes as she line up the shot, and that long hard stick kept sliding through Karen's ass crack. Keira made the shot. Then Karen stood up and the two women faced each other and gave each other a friendly hug. Then the hug got more friendly. Karen's hand wound up on Keira's ass, and Keira returned the favor. The two women smiled at each other, then at their friends, then turned their eyes back to each other. Their mouths met in a heated kiss, and Karen's hands drifted upward to start untying Keira's bikini top. "Now that is a lot of tits!" Paul said. Then he blushed and looked at Tara. "If you're into that sort of thing." "What?" Tara responded with a grin. "I'm into that sort of thing!" She reached both of her hands out, sliding each into the trunks of the men on either side of her and grabbing their cocks. "But I'm also into these!" She tried stroking them, but it was hard while they were still dressed. So both Paul and Sam untied their swim trunks and shifted them past their hips, letting them fall to the floor. While Tara jerked her boys off, she kissed each of them and let them nibble on her ears and suck on her neck. Meanwhile, both Karen and Keira were naked and were taking turns sucking on each other's tits, fondling the warm flesh and teasing the nubs. If their hands weren't on each other hits, they moved towards one another's crotches and slid fingers into the other woman's pussy. "I need to taste you," Karen said at last. "You don't have to ask me twice. But I want to eat you too." Keira turned Karen around and slowly pushed her onto the pool table. Karen turned until she was completely on the table, then Keira climbed on and maneuvered herself into a sixty-nine with the beautiful, brown-haired woman. Karen started to lick Keira's pussy while groping those magnificent tits. Keira had also buried her tongue in the available slot, but she had her hands on Karen's ass. The two of them had one another groaning wildly within a minute. Tara hopped off her stool and had Paul scoot closer to Sam. Then she leaned in and took Paul's beautiful cock into her mouth and went down as far as she could, jerking Sam off all the while. Then she pulled up and sucked on the head of Sam's member while stroking Paul's member with her hand. "I told you," Paul groaned when Tara was sucking on the head of his cock. "She's turned into a total slut. She loves getting fucked. She'll let you stick your dick anywhere!" "Is that true?" Sam asked. When Tara took a turn at his cock, he pushed her head down until she started to gag, then he let her back up. Paul had told him earlier about Tara's peculiar tastes, and he wanted to make sure his young friend had a good time. Tara turned her head sideways and cupped the shaft of Paul's member with her mouth, sliding it up and down without actually taking it in her mouth. Then she looked at Sam. "Yes, it's true. I love cock, and I don't care what hole you put it in!" Sam was amazed at how much of a sexual creature this young woman had become since he had taken her virginity. He wanted to see if she would actually do the things that she claimed she wanted. While she was noisily slurping on Paul's root, Sam got off his barstool and moved around behind her. He pulled her swimsuit down to her ankles, then grabbed her hands and pinned them together behind her back. Paul grabbed her head and took control of the tempo of the blowjob she was giving him, shoving her head down and pulling it back up at will. While Paul was filling her face, Sam held onto her wrists while impaling her pussy with his thick seven inches. She groaned straight into Paul's cock as her nether region was filled. He stuck a thumb from his free hand into her defenseless asshole, and she moaned again. He and Paul enjoyed double-teaming this young woman, who seemed to like her sex a little rough and nasty. He did turn his head when he heard his wife start to gasp loudly. Keira and Karen had been eating each other with tremendous ferocity, and Keira had finally brought the older woman to orgasm. But even while bolts of pleasure shot through Karen's body, she didn't let up. She brought her hands up so that she could insert three fingers into Keira's paradise while ravishing the woman's clit with her tongue. Even before Karen's climax had dissipated, Keira began to cum herself. Karen let the dark-haired girl's juice drip onto her face as she buried her mouth in Keira's sex and kept her tongue moving even as Keira's cunt continued to spasm. "You are so hot," Karen said as she inverted her position so that she and Keira were lying next to each other, face to face. She placed one hand over Keira's crotch and curled two fingers into the woman's juicy pussy. The two women kissed again, tongues darting to and fro as they exchanged the pussy juices each of them had been tasting. Once again, Keira returned the favor, sliding a couple of fingers into Karen's box. Then Karen pressed her crotch into Keira's leg, trapping the woman's hand against Karen's body, then she started humping that hand. And Karen's fingers never stopped moving. She would piston the other woman's pussy, then pull her fingers out and lick them clean. After that . . . more fingering. Meanwhile, Tara's mouth was getting sore. The inability to control the pace of her blowjob was taking its toll. Besides, she had something else in mind. At one point when Paul pulled her head off his cock, she looked up at him. With saliva dripped from her mouth, she said, "Paul, fuck my ass! Please? I want your cock in my ass while Sam's in my pussy!" "That's a great idea you little whore!" said Paul. He indicated for Sam to release her wrists. As she stood, Paul kissed her. He wanted to remind her that his words were just part of their game, but that he really did care for her and that he thought the world of her. "Let's fuck her standing up," he said to Sam. Sam smiled and spun her around. She almost jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing his powerful arms to lower her pussy back onto his cock. She loved feeling it slowly fill her sex, spreading her inner labia and penetrating her depths. Paul's cock was so slippery from Tara's blowjob that he just positioned himself behind her and slowly pushed his way in. Tara's mind almost exploded as she felt her backdoor being stretched to capacity. Paul was considerate and was taking it slow, but it was still painful at first. And with Sam's thick pole in her front door, she was feeling stretched like never before. When Tara's ass had relaxed enough to accommodate his entire member, Paul shoved the whole thing in. Tara had two beautiful dicks inside her as she was sandwiched in between two wonderful men in a vertical position. "So fucking tight!" Paul groaned. "It's like she's build to accommodate cock!" Sam concurred with Paul's assessment, and started to hump his hips and drive a few inches of his meat in and out of Tara's body. Paul started to do the same, alternating with Sam as to who was going in and who was going out. Tara let her legs fall down as she was pinned between her two studs, hanging limply as both her pussy and ass were getting penetrated. She had become their fuck-doll, and she loved it. As Paul pumped away, he noticed that Sam had actually reached around Tara while holding her up. It probably wasn't necessary, since the girl only weighed about one hundred and fifteen pounds or so, but he didn't think much of it. Then Sam's hands came to rest on Paul's buttocks. Paul was surprised by the contact at first, but was also a little turned on. Sam's hands winding up where they were was far from accidental. Paul was a very attractive and slightly effeminate look young man with a nice dick, and Sam had often found such men a little more attractive than might be considered proper. Paul's ass was tight and hard and felt wonderful in his hands. And Paul hadn't said anything or move to remove Sam's hands. Sam grabbed that ass tightly and pulled it toward him, and Paul actually seemed to groan. Then Sam felt Paul's hands tentatively grip Sam's ass. Tara hadn't seen Sam's hands move, but she noticed Paul's. 'That would be too hot!' she thought nastily. She didn't have much time to think as Paul started to moan. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow!" he said. She felt his member deep inside her ass start to pulse and spurt as his spunk blasted into her bowels. At that same moment, Tara herself had finally had enough, and both her lower entrances clamped down as climax racked her body. She was shivering as ecstasy swept through her, and her asshole was milking Paul's cock dry. Only Sam hadn't cum yet. Tara heard moaning coming from the table as Keira and Karen fingered each other to orgasm again. Karen was almost maniacally humping against Keira's hand and leg, while Keira was thrashing on the table under Karen's attentions. The two buxom beauties looked so hot together. Tara turned her head to face Paul. "So, wanna try something new?" she asked. "You seem to like ass-sex so much . . ." she said, trailing off while shooting her gaze at Sam. Paul flushed, but didn't seem to offended by the suggestion. "I'm game if you are," Sam said. Paul had been toying with the idea for a while. He loved having his asshole played with and did occasionally find men attractive. Simply the fact that he wasn't offended said something. He nodded his head. "Fuck yeah," Tara said. "Bend me over the table and stay inside me. You stay in my ass while he FUCKS you in yours!" If Paul had any reservations, Tara's raw sexual lust quelled them. Sam slowly pulled his dick out of Tara's pussy and moved behind Paul as the latter man bent Tara over the pool table with his softening dick inside her. "Sam!" said Karen. "You're finally going to . . . Oh, I've got to see this!" Sam's wife kissed Keira before getting off the table and kneeling behind Paul to get a good view. "Let me get him ready," she said, pushing her husband aside and sticking her tongue into Paul's sphincter. All Ashore Ch. 03 Paul's pleasure centers lit up immediately. Girlfriends had rimmed him before, but this was the first time anyone had used their tongue like this. He was glad he kept himself clean down there. Karen's slimy tongue was probing everywhere, then her thumbs slid in and started stretching his backdoor. While Karen was pleasuring Paul, Keira slid down the table and placed her crotch in front of Tara's face, which was covered with sweat and hand hair plastered over her eyes. Keira gently wiped the hair away, and Tara smiled lovingly at her. Then the younger woman planted her face in Keira's sweet honey-pot and set her tongue to wagging. Back on the ground, Karen felt she had prepped Paul as much as she could. "Scoot Tara's hips out a bit," she requested. She slid between Paul's legs and then Tara's. Sitting on her butt and leaning backwards, bracing with her hands she stared upward at Tara's pretty pink pussy. She started to lick it. Tara was in heaven. Paul's cock was still semi-rigid, and now Karen's expert tongue was exploring Tara's sex. Sam moved forward and spread his legs, trying to be careful not to step on his wife's legs. He took the crown of his cock and pushed it against Paul's rosebud. Paul grunted, reaching around Tara and grabbing the edge of the pool table. He felt the huge head of Sam's member pressing inward and stretching his virgin ass. The pressure was immense. This was nothing like having someone play with your ass with a finger or two. Paul was about to get fucked. Karen's preparations had helped, but the pain at first was still very real. But it wasn't hurting as much as he had thought it might. Then the head slipped past and things began to change. The pressure was intense, but pleasurable at the same time. "Oh, that's some nice ass," Sam said, closing his eyes and pushing inward. He didn't stop until he felt his hips reach Paul's ass. Paul gasped. He was full of cock. His ass had a big cock in it, and he loved it. He felt his own semi-soft shaft begin to swell again, filling Tara's ass once more. "Oh, that's good," Tara said, then went back to sucking on Keira's clit. "Tell me about it," Keira said, stroking her lover's hair. Sam grabbed Paul's hips and slowly increased his humping speed. The young man's ass was a vice made of flesh, gripping him tighter than almost anything he had experienced. "Harder," Paul whispered, and Sam was happy to oblige. Soon, the sound of his hips slapping against Paul was reverberating throughout the room. Paul's ass was phenomenally greedy, trying to trap Sam's cock on every stroke. Paul was humping back against Sam and then forward into Tara's stretched bunghole. Tara was devouring Keira's sweetness while Karen was orally assaulting Tara's pussy. Karen was just holding Tara's head and humping the young woman's face. Tara looked up from her yummy meal and looked back towards Paul, whose face showed how much he was enjoying what was happening. "So, is it good? Do you like having your ass filled with hot cock as much as I do? Tell me you like it!" "I love it," he said throatily, not opening his eyes. "I love having his dick splitting me in half." "Oh hell," Sam said. He plunged his beef-stick all the way into Paul's ass and left it there, shooting a gallon of cum into the younger man's backside. He couldn't remember the last time he had dumped so much cum in a single shot. When he pulled out, feeling incredibly satisfied, he saw some of his spunk leaking out. "Now that is a sweet sight." The next person to climax was Keira, who's pussy had been teased to levels of outrageous sensitivity by Karen and was then manipulated by Tara. It was a less intense orgasm, but just as pleasurable, particularly since such a sweet lover as her young friend brought it about. Then Tara began whining and gasping as Karen's tongue and fingers, combined with having Paul's shaft embedded in her backside, brought the youngest member of this flesh-pit to another orgasm. And the chain-reaction continued as the pressure exerted by her asshole sent Paul to the promised land one more time, and he spent his load in her rectum for the second time that day. Tara's orgasm actually lasted a little longer. Her muscles had tightened up and her pussy was dripping cum onto Karen's waiting face and lips. Paul pulled out of Tara, Karen slid out from between Tara's legs and Keira got off the table. "If that's what you guys do for a barbecue," Keira said exhaustedly, "I'd love to see what you do for New Year's Eve!" "If you want, we'll invite you," Karen said sincerely. "That was the most fun I've had in forever." She went over and kissed her husband. "How was it?" she asked him while patting Paul on the ass. "Fantastic, actually," he said. Karen looked at Paul. "I think I would love to see Sam here return the favor if you're up to it." Paul grinned. A whole new realm had just opened up for him, and he wanted to explore it a bit. "You can count on it," he said rubbing his ass. Karen hugged Tara. "And you and I need to have a little one-on-one time," she said, then sucked on the girl's ear. Then she looked nervously at Keira and Paul. "If that's okay with you two?!?" Keira smiled. She hugged both the other women, kissed one then the other, then grabbed Tara's ass with one hand and one of Karen's large tits with the other. "Only if I get to watch," she said. "Deal." "Hey!" said Tara. "Do I get a say here?" "Absolutely," said Keira. "Do you NOT want to have sex with this gorgeous woman?" Tara blushed. "Okay, it was a stupid objection. Give me a call the next time you have some free time," she said. The five of them hugged one another and kissed. Even Paul and Sam kissed, and it was less awkward than either had expected. Karen looked at her husband. "I am SO going to fuck you again tonight!" Sam smiled back at her. "And that's why I love you!" They all got dressed again and went outside. The rest of the partygoers had apparently gone home during the five-some's marathon orgy. Even the Lounge Gang had gone home, except for Sunny. She was still lying next to the pool in nothing but her birthday suit. "Have fun?" Keira asked. "Oh yeah," Sunny said with a Texas-sized grin. "Fucked two guys, blew another two and was offered a great deal on a new car by this one guy who owns a dealership. So," she said, glancing up knowingly at the five of them, "what have you been up to?" "Nothing," said Keira with a straight face. "Just playing pool. Ready to go?" ----------------- ------- That night . . . ----------------- ------- Tara lay nestled between her two favorite people in the world. They had showered together after getting back to the house, and had just lay in bed for a while as they talked about their day. Keira had fallen asleep first, and Tara and Paul had chatted for a while. She had kept caressing the smooth, taut skin of his ass. She had been worried that he might feel less "manly" after what had happened, but he actually was quite comfortable with the whole situation. It turned out that young women weren't the only ones who occasionally needed to explore their sexuality. Everyone in the group had enjoyed themselves that day, and they all credited Tara with making it happen. She wasn't trying to hoard the all the attention and pleasure for herself and her stock had risen within the gang. And most importantly, she wasn't going to lose either of these people. They were content to share her and each other. These were what friends were supposed to be. Not like that asshole Carlos. Her anger almost overflowed out her mouth and nose. She had just seen that casual sex could be done with class and respect. There was no call for what Carlos had done to Sunny. 'I'll show him,' she thought. 'These are my friends now, you son of a bitch,' she thought, 'and someday, you'll get what's coming to you.' But another looked at the people sleeping next to her calmed her tumultuous soul. She had another two weeks to enjoy them before they all headed out to sea again, and she intended to make the most of the time she had. ----------------- --------------------- To be continued . . . All Ashore Ch. 04 The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one. This story contains m/f and f/f sexual encounters. ----------------- ------------- "All Ashore . . ." Part 4 ----------------- ------------- Tara was miffed as she stowed her luggage in the cabin. It wasn't that she didn't get the roommate she had requested; Keira had already finished unpacking and was lying on the bed watching her young friend. Tara made sure to wiggle her butt a lot. Rather, Tara had been unable to get together with Karen after the pool party as they both had wanted. The problem with being a cardiovascular surgeon is that around the holidays, people had a lot of heart problems. The older woman had promised some quality one-on-one all-girl sex as soon as Tara got back. Luckily, this was only a two-week cruise. Tara was also still pissed because she hadn't thought of a way of getting back at Carlos. The smug bastard had humiliated Sunny after seducing her because she was Keira's friend. He had been angry that Keira had dumped him. But the only reason Keira had slept with that arrogant prick in the first place was to keep him from setting his sights on Tara herself. So Tara felt responsible. And the young woman had discovered something within herself that she hadn't known was there; the ability to carry a grudge. But she wasn't going to let her dislike for Carlos get her down. She was young, pretty, and she had two fantastic lovers who were always ready to do the nasty dance with her. Tara was almost amazed by how her sex drive had awoken. There was a time when she thought that sex was a scary thing that would make her feel awkward. Now, she was getting laid almost nightly and still sometimes found herself craving more. In the Lounge Gang, the group of friends that hung out together in one of the ship's lounges when they weren't working, Tara had gone from being the "shy, quiet girl" to "the raging nymphomaniac." And it didn't bother her one bit. She liked sex. It had been odd the first time she had told herself that. "Shit, I wish we didn't have to go this meeting," Keira muttered from her side of the room. "Why can't they just give us our damn assignments without having to give us a lame pep-talk too?" Tara sympathized. That "do our best" speech that the liaison from human resources gave had seemed really important on Tara's first voyage, less so on the second voyage and she wasn't envying hearing it for the third time. But it was one of those things that she had to put up with. She looked over at Keira. The buxom babe had her eyes closed, so she didn't know she was being observed. She hadn't changed into her work clothes yet, so her mouthwatering breasts were being contained by the thinnest of tee-shirts. And the jeans she was wearing were like a second skin. ‘Sweet,' she said as she licked her lips. Hey, they had almost twenty minutes for their meeting. Keira felt SOMEONE unbuttoning her jeans. "Sweetie, I can do that myself." She opened her eyes and saw Tara with a familiar look of mischief on her innocent-looking face. No wonder so many people were drawn to her. Tara peeled Keira's jeans off and yanked the older woman's bikini panties. Without any further adieu, she buried her face into that sweet pussy. "Tara . . . oh shit . . . we don't have time . . . for this. We still . . . (gasp) . . . need to get dressed for . . . oh, never mind!" Keira said and just sat back to enjoy Tara's tongue at work. "I just need a fix before the meeting," Tara said. "Will you give it to me? Will you cum on my face while I lick your pussy?" Keira grinned. Once the sex started, Tara began sounding like a porn film. She loved talking dirty, and she expected her partners to do the same. "Of course," Keira said. "You never look prettier than we you have cum on your face. Now eat me!" Tara obeyed that command with great relish. She plunged three fingers into Keira's snatch, letting her tongue roam around the swollen outer labia and clitoral region. Keira pulled her own top off and started playing with her own breasts. She had an insatiable little minx between her thighs who wouldn't rest until she got the older woman off, and Keira thought that a little bit of breast play might speed things along. "You're such a sweet slut," she purred. "But I'm not going to have time to do you." "Pay me pack later," Tara said. She was moving her hand quickly now. She squished her three penetrating fingers close together as she rammed them into her lover's sex. She curled the longest one just a bit so that it was bouncing off Keira's front vaginal wall. She was hoping to hit that special pleasure point. Then she began sucking on Keira's clit directly. After only a few more minutes of this, she had Keira cumming. And Tara licked up as much of Keira's girl-juice as she could. It was the elixir of life for the young nympho. Keira was squirming on the bed as pleasure shot through her. Then she let herself settle back on the bed for a moment. "You give good head Tara," she said with a grin. Tara smiled back with a shiny face. Tara gave Keira a VERY friendly kiss, then went into the bathroom. Both girls got into their uniforms and went to their meeting. ----------------- ------------------- Four hours later . . . ----------------- ------------------- "How can one person talk so much?" Sunny said with no small amount of exasperation. "It was like he was powered by the sound of his own voice!" All the employees had met in the ship's auditorium. And someone had gotten clever. This time, they didn't post assignments until AFTER the speech, so no one could see what they were doing until after they had all been bored to tears. The only thing good about the entire event was that the HR rep, a man named Nick Mason, was actually pretty cute. He was in his early forties with a warm smile, and he seemed to be in good shape. At one point, Keira had whispered "Stop drooling" into Tara's ear, which had earned her a dirty look. As soon as the last speaker was done, they quickly checked the roster sheets and made for the lounge. "At least he was kind of funny," Keira said. "The lady who came after him . . . I mean, could she have BEEN a little more monotone?" Tara was actually falling asleep with her head on the table. Paul was messing with her hair, but she was too exhausted to do anything but absently swat at his hand. She had been so energetic before the meeting. But the second, third and forth speaker had driven the life out of her. "L'emme alone," she muttered. Then his hand slid down her back and grabbed her ass. She lifted her head and smiled at him. That woke her up a little. She was glad they didn't have to work until tomorrow. It meant she might have some fun tonight. As everyone else was chatting, she placed on hand in Paul's crotch and lovingly massaged his sex tool through his pants. He actually had to remove her hand several times; otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand up when it was time to leave. "Hey, is that the Captain?" Sunny asked, obviously surprised. Indeed, Captain Cooper had just showed up and was sitting at the bar, and that HR guy, Nick Mason, was flanking him. Everyone was a bit confused by this. Normally, the officers and other higher-ups never came down. There was a particularly ritzy lounge a few decks up that they normally hung out at. It wasn't as if the Captain was snobby or anything. Quite the contrary, he was well liked by the crew and was known for his open-door policy if anyone had a problem. It wasn't even his job to deal with most of their complaints, but he wanted to let them know that SOMEONE was listening. Normally, he didn't have much use for the cruise line's human resources department, so it was also strange to see him with Mr. Mason. But the two took a seat up at the bar, ordered a couple of drinks and appeared to share a laugh. They seemed almost as exhausted as the Lounge gang did. Over the next half-hour, Tara kept glancing over at the bar. She had never really spent much time around the Captain, but she had been impressed by him the few times she had. Like Mr. Mason, Captain Cooper was in his early forties and in good shaped. With his hectic schedule, it wasn't surprising. He was stocky in a mature, muscular kind of way. He had been losing the battle with a receding hairline, so had simply shaved his head. Tara thought he looked sexy when he was bald. "You're drooling again," Keira whispered into her ear, grinning the whole time. Tara grinned back, then gave Keira a quick kiss. That got a few snide comments from the crew, and the conversation started getting a little more rambunctious. "Now Nick, THIS is a group that knows how to have fun," came a voice from behind Tara. It was the Captain, and Mr. Mason was with him. "Captain!?!" Keira said as the group quickly quieted down. "We're sorry. If we were being too loud . . ." "Nonsense," he said with a warm smile. "Actually, we kind of wanted to get the crew's opinion on something. Mind if we join you?" "We don't mind at all," Tara said, a bit demurely. The group scooted around the booth, making room for their high-ranking guests. "So," started Mr. Mason, "I want you to be completely honest with me. Was our presentation earlier helpful to you at all?" The gang looked around at each other, not sure what to say. No one wanted to say anything negative, regardless of the call for honesty. Tara was studying Mr. Mason's face, trying to figure out if he was the kind of guy who wanted you to kiss his ass or tell him the truth. ‘What the hell?' she thought. ‘I'm a maid. How could I be demoted?' Tara spoke. "You're part was fairly energetic, but we'd sort of heard it all before. The ‘rah-rah' speech is really nice for new employees, but after you've been on a couple of voyages . . ." Tara was getting a bit nervous now. " . . . it's sort of old hat." "Do you think that a short introductory speech for new employees followed by a mixer where the new people could mingle with the veterans might be better?" Mr. Mason said, apparently nonplussed by her question. "Yeah," Tara said. "It would sort of give us a break between speeches." "And I didn't quite understand the changes to our 401k plan," said Roxanne, the ship's yoga instructor. "I tried to follow, but that woman wasn't the best public speaker. I'm sure she's nice . . ." "Mrs. Bryant? Actually, she's a real sweetheart and she's really good to talk to one on one. She's not comfortable with public speaking, but if you drop by her office, she'd be happy to talk your head off." The conversation went on for hours, and the gang quickly loosened up around these two high-ranking men. Soon, everyone was calling these men by their first names. Nick even confided that he had fallen asleep a couple of times, so he realized the need to break up the monotony. After a few drinks, Tara and friends discovered that Nick and William (the Captain) were old friends. They had actually been in the same fraternity back in college. Captain Cooper realized that the relationship between his crew and the HR department wasn't doing so well, so he managed to get Nick hired away from the company he had been working at. Nick had done every kind of crap job anyone could imagine back in college, so he sympathized with "the working man." After a while, the gang broke up, but not before the Captain surprised them by asking if he and Nick could join them the next evening. Apparently, there were some corporate suits on board that they were trying to avoid, and they wanted to get some more input from the gang. No one had a problem with that. They liked these two men. ---------------- -------------------------- Back at Tara and Keira's room . . . ---------------- -------------------------- "I think the Captain and Mr. Mason got our little girl all hot," Keira said when Tara first stuck her tongue into the older woman's pussy. As soon as the meeting at the lounge broke up, Tara, Keira and Paul had all high-tailed it back to the room. Tara undressed her two lovers instantly before they undressed her, leaving her only in her teeny, tiny thong. They insisted she wear it, which she was more than happy to do. It really emphasized her tight little ass. She had pushed Keira and Paul back onto the bed and started going down on one of them, then the other. She had already been slurping noisily on Paul's root for a few minutes while fingering Keira. Now, she had moved over to Keira while keeping one hand wrapped around Paul's shaft. "I think Tara is ALWAYS ‘all hot.' She just needs it all the time," Paul responded, then moaned as her gentle hand stroked his meat. Keira was moaning too. Tara had become skilled with her tongue, which wasn't surprising considering how often she "practiced" using it. That powerful little muscle was just licking the swollen outer labia with as much speed as Tara could move it. "Pretty pussy," the younger woman whispered between flicks of the tongue. "Sweet, tasty pussy." "Less talking, more eating," Keira said as she held the young woman's head against her crotch. "Oh yeah. That's what you're good for." She pulled Tara's head up and pushed it over until her mouth hovered above Paul's cock again. Tara extended her tongue out of the bottom of her mouth, making more room for eight inches of delicious man flesh. Keira shoved Tara's head down until she started to gag, then held her there as spittle leaked out of her mouth. The older woman pulled up on Tara's head and the young woman drug her tongue along the underside of Paul's cock. Then Keira pushed Tara's head back down again. Paul was turned on by all this, with Keira "using" Tara's head as a sex tool. He sometimes worried about getting carried away with the rough sex. Neither he nor Keira actually wanted to hurt the girl and they both loved her very much. But Tara actually seemed to get more turned on the dirtier things became, so he decided to trust her judgement. Finally, Keira pulled her friend's head back up and pulled it back over to the older woman's pussy for some more oral attention. Paul hopped off the bed, knelt behind Tara and then plunged his cock into her phenomenally tight little pussy in one stroke. Tara gasped. She often thought the Paul's dick was the perfect size for her body, and she loved feeling inside her, no matter which orifice he chose to violate. With his hands on her hips, she felt him speed up and felt his heavy balls slapping up into her body. Then his thumbs found their way into her asshole, pulling the walls of her backdoor apart. Tara groaned pleasurably. All three of her openings were being pleasured or were pleasuring someone. She pressed her fingers as close together as they could go, then pushed three of those digits into Keira's box, slowly turning them as she went. Then she pulled them out, reset, then pushed her fingers forward again with another small turn. She started licking and sucking at the area above the point of penetration almost maniacally, her tongue and lips moving at a frenzied pace. "Oh! Oh God! Oh sweet mother of . . ." Keira was right were Tara liked her to be . . . on the edge of orgasm. A little bit of sucking on the woman's tender clit, and Keira was cumming like there was no tomorrow. Her juice spilled messily onto Tara's had, even though the younger woman was licking up as much as she could. Tara loved the sloppy, sloshy sound that her lover's pussy made when she had a nice, juicy orgasm. It just sounded so nasty that it turned Tara on even more. "Fuck me harder!" she ordered Paul, who was already pounding away at Warp 9. "Please? I need more cock!" "Why didn't you say so," said a satisfied Keira. She went over and grabbed her suitcase. From inside, she pulled a new strap-on dildo and harness she had bought just to keep up with their horny little friend. "Goody!" Tara said when she saw the toy. The dildo itself was only seven inches long, but it had a decent thickness and, much to her joy, it never went soft. Keira knelt on the bed and shoved her plastic cock into Tara's face. The young woman looking up adoringly at her female lover as she took the flesh-like tip into her mouth. "That's it," Keira said. "Get my cock ready to fuck your little whore-cunt. Get it nice and wet before I shove it in your pussy. But what will Paul do?" she asked. "I bet you want Paul in your nasty little asshole! You're such a naughty girl, you know that? Wanting me to fuck you in one hole while he fucks your ass?" "I'm so BAD," Tara returned, trying to look innocent while saying it. "I'm so naughty. I just keep asking for more cock and pussy!" "She's right," Paul said with a smile. "She is bad, and bad girl's should be punished." Keira returned his smile, then shoved her strap-on as far into Tara's throat as it would go. Paul pulled out and moved a little to the side, then brought one hand down sharply onto one of Tara's tight little ass cheeks. Tara squealed in delight onto the artificial dong in her throat. This was fairly new for her. Paul raised his hand again and spanked the other cheek. "Good idea," Keira said. "Spank this little bitch until her ass is as pink and tender as her pussy. Spank her good!" Tara felt at least twenty swats to each cheek before they finally relented. She couldn't complain even if she had wanted to, as her mouth was full the entire time. "Mount her," Paul growled to Tara. Tara whimpered a bit as she climbed onto Keira's lap, facing her female lover. Even as the dark-haired woman shoved the dildo into Keira's sex, she pulled the younger woman's head down to that imposing chest. "Suck my tits," she ordered. "What good is a slut that can't suck some titties while she gets fucked in her pussy and ass?" Even as she was saying this, Paul had straddled Keira's knees and pressed the head of his cock into Tara's willing rosebud. Tara grimaced as the head made it excruciatingly slowly into her anal passage, but the discomfort quickly faded. She loved taking it in the ass, but then again, she loved taking it everywhere. Soon, her pussy and ass were both stuffed. Her lovers alternated their thrusts, with one pulling out while the other pushed in. She felt so stretched and so full when this happened. Tara was glad Keira had gotten this toy. Ever since she had gotten her first double penetration from Sam and Paul, she had decided she liked it. And one thing she liked as much as getting penetrated in her two lower holes at the same time was playing with Keira's tits. She was sucking on those two luscious mounds with all the power she could muster. She pawed at them, groped them, and she took nipple nubs in her teeth and pulled outward, making Keira grasp. After a few minutes, Paul moaned and Tara felt his spunk emptying into her ass. "This is something else she's good for," he said as his cock pulsed and pumped semen into Tara's body. "She's a good storage place for cum!" He pulled his member out with a lovely ‘plop.' "The more the better," Tara moaned, then went back to sucking on Keira's breasts. But the double fucking she had been receiving had done it's job. She felt a pressure building up inside her. "I'm gonna cum," she told them, then looked straight into Keira's eyes. "I'm gonna cum on your cock," she said. Then she did as promised. Her pussy clamped down on the sex-toy while her love nectar dripped down onto Keira's hips. "Look at the mess you've made," Keira said. "Clean it up." Tara scooted forward until the strap-on slid out of her box. Then she got off the bed and knelt before Keira, licking her own cum off the dildo and off of Keira's hips. When Keira felt the young woman had done a good job, she smiled, unhooked the harness and let it slide to the floor. Then she gave Tara a big, wet kiss. All Ashore Ch. 04 "You are incorrigible," she said to Tara. Paul also received a kiss, then he and Tara locked lips. "I'd love to stay, but I have to get up way early in the morning," Paul said grumpily. He liked waking up with these two women. "I'm sorry," Tara said, giving him a hug. Then they kissed again as Tara slid her hands down and grabbed his ass. "And we didn't even get to play with this," she said, giving his butt another squeeze. "Maybe tomorrow!" "Incorrigible," he said with a grin as he got dress, watching Keira and Tara curl up on the bed. ------------ ------------ A week later . . . ------------ ------------ It had been a great week. Work had been pretty easy going, and Captain Cooper and Nick Mason had been hanging out with them all week. Some of the time, they had discussed business and the rest of the time they just bullshitted. William and Nick had a lot of stories to tell. Sunny, Keira and Tara had all begun flirted a bit with both men, and it soon turned into a contest. Keira wore cleavage-revealing outfits all the time and spent a lot of time leaning forward when listening. Sunny was the California hard-body, so she wore midriff-revealing outfits and tube-tops. Tara went with skintight, hip-hugger blue jeans with the sides of her thong poking out the sides, as well as snug baby-doll tee-shirts. Tara one-upped her friends the other night. The Captain and Nick had been sitting at the bar, and she had gone over to tell them that the gang had arrived. She looked over at the bartender. "Matt, I'm just going to get some nuts, okay?" Without even waiting for a response, she bent over the bar and reached for the bags of cashews she knew the bartender kept there. In the meantime, her cute behind was put on prominent display for the two men, to the point that her ass crack briefly came into view. She grabbed her snack and started to move away. She had looked back at the two men and asked, "Are you coming?" She noticed that both men took a moment to "compose" themselves before they joined their young comrades. Keira had laughed about that later on. But the cruise wasn't to be without a blemish. Late one night, Tara was walking back alone to her room. She had eaten some shrimp earlier that day that just didn't seem to be agreeing with her. Paul had looked worried and had offered to walk her back to her room, but she had told him she'd be fine. The Captain and Nick hadn't been able to join them that night due to some meeting, so she didn't think she'd be losing out on any good flirting time. Then coming down the hall was Carlos. He was still as physically alluring as always. But Tara knew the kind of slime-bucket he really was. She moved to the side of the hallway. He was grinning as he approached, and moved directly in front of her. She glared at him and tried to step the other way, but he moved in front of her again. "What's the hurry?" he asked with a deliberate drawl. "I've already had some fun with those bitch friends of yours." He grabbed the sizeable bulge in his shorts. "I'll bet you'd like to have a go to. From what I here, you'll fuck anything that moves. Why not have a shot at the best before you get put out to the ‘little-whore' pasture like those bitches you hang out with?" Tara was amazed by the hatred that was barely disguised in his voice. Keira had dumped him, and it was eating him alive. Now standing in front of him was the reason he had been dumped. Suddenly he pushed her up against the wall and placed his hands on the wall to either side of her head. "If you want," he hissed, "I'll let you suck my dick right here, but only if you beg me for it. Just make sure to swallow. I don't want any stains on my shorts." Tara was actually becoming a bit afraid. She was alone and not feeling good to begin with. And the proximity of Carlos's body was actually making her skin crawl. The very idea that she had once lusted after this . . . thing . . . disgusted her. "Get away from me," she growled. "I'd rather never have sex again than ever touch you!" She probably should have just tried slipping away, but she had something else she really wanted to say. "You really think you're all that? Keira dumped you like a bad habit. You were almost a pity-fuck to her. And Sunny was over you in a couple of hours. You think you've got all this power, but you're just a brain-dead dancing-queen with delusions of . . ." Carlos lifted his hands and then slammed them down next to her head again. "Don't you talk to me like that you little slut! I'm the one with the power here. I got to fuck Keira whenever I wanted! I don't know what you said to her, but she should be with me, not you!" Tara was afraid, but she wasn't going to back down. "The only reason she ever touched you was to keep you away from me. She was just distracting you. You meant NOTHING to her. That's why it was so EASY to dump you. Because she knew that I would NEVER want to fuck a pig like you!" Carlos's hatred was no longer even partially concealed. It was plainly visible on his normally attractive face. "Well, she isn't here to protect you now, is she?" "Is there a problem here?" came a familiar voice from down the hall. Carlos instantly moved away, even before Nick Mason came into view. He had finished his late meeting and had been on the way to the lounge to meet with the gang. "No problem," Carlos said and started to back away. He shot Tara what was supposed to be a menacing glance. Tara moved until she was just behind Nick. "He was threatening me," she whispered. "I was not!" Carlos said defensively. "I was just trying to get some answers about some things and the conversation got a little out of control, that's all." Carlos was using the same voice he used when trying to seduce women. But Nick Mason wasn't buying it. "Maybe you should cool off in the brig then," Nick said. Tara noticed that the HR rep was actually trembling. He was mad! "What, is she fucking you too? That little bitch has had it in for me since the moment she came on board!" Carlos took a step forward, pointing his finger angrily at Tara's face. That would turn out to be a big mistake. Tara barely even saw what happened, but Carlos found himself pressed face-first against the wall with his arm twisted behind his back. "Tara, there's an emergency phone just down the hall. Go use it to call security down here," Nick said with an almost eerie sense of calm. Tara moved quickly to do as he asked. The way he had moved and the way he was containing Carlos made her realize that there was more to him than met the eye. A few minutes later, ship security showed up and took Carlos away. The young man was at least smart enough to stop yelling and struggling, both of which would have made his situation worse. The chief of security asked Tara some questions. She was thankful than Nick stayed nearby the entire time, but didn't interfere. Then he offered to walk her the rest of the way back to her room, but she declined the offer, choosing the company of the security chief. Between her already upset stomach and the fearful situation she had just been in, she knew she was going to vomit as soon as she got back to her room. Sure enough, as soon as she was safely back in her own space, she thanked the security chief, locked the door behind her and headed to the bathroom. ----------- ----------------- Ten minutes later . . . ----------- ----------------- Tara had just crawled into bed after expunging most of her dinner when Keira almost busted down the door as she stormed into the room. Paul and the rest of the gang were right behind her. "Nick told us what happened," Keira said, angry tears in her eyes. "Are you okay? I can't BELIEVE that son of a bitch did that!" "Fucking coward," Paul growled as he sat next to Tara and took her hand. "You notice how much of a man he is when your friends aren't around." Tara curled up with her head in Keira's lap and her hand still grasping Paul's. "I'm just glad Nick was there. I don't know . . . I think Carlos would've actually hurt me. Or worse." "It's okay now," Sunny said, bending over and stroking Tara's hair. "We won't let him get to you again." The guys in the group obviously wanted to wring Carlos's neck. Paul, Jeff, Jared and Thomas were all just short of forming a lynch mob, but Tara asked them to drop it. "At the VERY least, he's going to get fired," Keira pointed out. "I don't know what kind of criminal charges might be pressed . . ." "Nick said he'd talk to me about it when I was feeling better. Right now, I just want to rest," Tara said softly. "Okay guys?" The rest of the gang wandered out. Keira grabbed Paul's hand and held it for a moment. He wanted to stay, but seemed to realize that his friend needed her space. Keira reminded him not to do anything rash and squeezed his hand. She knew how he felt about Tara. Before the door even closed behind Paul, Tara had fallen asleep in Keira's lap. ------------- ------------------- The next morning . . . ------------- ------------------- Tara awoke feeling a little refreshed. She looked up and noticed that Keira's back was against the wall. Her friend had stayed the entire night in a seated position. Tara removed herself from Keira's lap and laid the older woman down. Keira must have been exhausted since she didn't wake up when she was being woman-handled. Shortly, she heard a rapping on the door. She went and checked the spy-hole. It was Nick Mason. She opened the door and slipped outside. "Sorry, Keira's asleep." "That's okay. I actually wanted to tell you that I spoke with your supervisor, and I want you to take the day off. Keira too. Go spend some time in the sun . . . play some shuffleboard. Come by my office this afternoon so we can discuss what you want to do." Tara felt a little guilty that someone else would have to pick up her slack, but she felt she could offer to make it up on one of her regular days off. "Thank you. Thank you for being there last night." She hugged him quickly. Then she went back into her room. ------------------- --------------------- The last day of the voyage . . . ------------------- --------------------- It had been a strange week for Tara. She had taken the day off, and she and Keira had spent some time up sunning themselves on the deck. But Tara wore a slightly more conservative swimsuit than she had been previously. Later on, Mr. Mason and Captain Cooper assured her that Carlos would NOT be with the company much longer. Seeing as he hadn't done anything but yell and threaten, it was unlikely that any criminal charges would stick, though they encouraged her to press those charges. She agreed to go ahead and try. She didn't want to see what would happen to the next girl if she didn't have someone like Nick show up. At the very least, she was assured she could get a restraining order placed against Carlos. After that, Tara had been more reserved. She had known that Carlos was still on the ship, but she was also more reserved in general. She didn't spend as much time at the lounge as she used to and she didn't like wandering the halls alone. She had stopped flirting with Nick and William, and her sex drive was virtually non-existent. She had gone from wanting it every night to not wanting it at all. Sex is what Carlos had wanted in the first place. Sex was what was used to distract him, and the absence of sex had turned an ordinary jerk into a borderline sociopath. Tara began to wonder if the pleasure was worth the pain. So she went about her job, doing the best she could and trying to keep her chin up when her friends were around. On their last day at sea, Nick came by when Tara and Keira were clocking out for the day and asked if Tara could drop by his office. She began to wonder if something was wrong. In Nick's office, he asked her to sit down on the couch and he sat down next to her. "Am I in trouble?" she asked. "No, at least not with us. Tara, your friends are worried about you. Keira and Paul and Sunny have all apparently tried talking to you but are afraid they aren't getting through. I was wondering if you might like to talk to a counselor? On the company of course." "Why? I'm doing fine. I'm getting my job done." "It's not your work that's in question. Your work has been exemplary as always. Tara, you're still eighteen years old. You wound up in a potentially ugly situation, so no one blames you for being scared." "Who says I'm scared? I'm . . ." "When I first met you, you weren't afraid to speak your mind. Recently, you've been looking over your shoulder and trying NOT to be noticed. If you're sure that you're going to be okay, I'll believe you. But I'm worried about you too. So if you want to talk to a counselor or if you'd rather talk to one of your friends . . ." Tara's heart had swollen and leapt up into her throat. "Nick . . . if you hadn't been there . . . he was going to hurt me. I really believe he wanted to . . . to . . ." She couldn't bring herself to say it. "And I wouldn't have been able to stop him." She started crying. First she cried into her hands, and then on Nick's shoulder. "Tara, don't let him win. I know you stood up to him in the hallway. Don't let him beat you now. You are a delightful and charming young woman, and it's been a pleasure getting to know you. I'm looking forward to sailing with you in the future. I'd even like to see you advance within the company. But you're not going to get far if you let what almost happened dictate your life." Nick was desperately trying to think of a way to encourage this young woman. Like most people who had met her, he had become quite taken with Tara. The idea that some wannabe molester had taken some of the light from the girl's eyes offended him greatly. Tara sniffed and actually blew her nose on her own apron. "Oh, that was graceful," she said, then snickered at her own comment. "I've got these a box of these things called ‘tissues' if you'd like to try one," he said with a smile. He grabbed a handful of tissues and handed them to her. She tried to compose herself a bit. "And don't you dare apologize for crying," he said, anticipating her next comment. "You probably needed to do it. Did you want me to call one of your friends up here?" She thought about it. "Yes," she said. "I realize that I can't hide forever, but I'll be more comfortable when I know HE isn't on the ship anymore." "That's perfectly understandable," Nick told her. He called up her room, and Keira was waiting by the phone. Tara's friend quickly made her way over to the HR office, gave Nick a very friendly hug, then took Tara back to their cabin. On the way, Tara told her everything that she and Nick had talked about and about how afraid she had been over the last week. Keira just listened. Tara had almost become the battery of their little group, and some of the charge had been drained since her run-in with Carlos. When they got back to the room, Paul was waiting outside and he was the recipient of a big hug. She had been a bit distant from him the last week, and she regretted it. She looked at her two best friends . . . her lovers. "So, we goin' out tonight or what?" Tara asked. ------------- ------------- Later that evening . . . ------------- ------------- Tara had been out on the dance floor for an hour. Normally she didn't dance so much, preferring to hang out at the table and talk. But she found herself with an excess of unspent energy that she needed to blow off. She would have been lying if she had tried to claim that everything was all settled in her head, but she was going to heed Nick's advice and not let Carlos stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do. And her friends were there for her. At least one member of the gang was always out there with her, and usually she had two or three people dancing around her. Her favorite dancing partner was actually Sunny. Although that girl didn't have any interest in sex with women, that didn't keep her from dancing sexy with her young friend. When the Captain and Nick swung by, even they were drawn onto the lounge's dance floor. Both were happy to see the young woman show signs of life. And she got livelier as the evening progressed. Finally, the sweaty but altogether more cheerful Tara sat down at the group's traditional table and sucked down a diet soda. As soon as her cute butt hit the bench, Paul was right there with her. They were chatting away when Nick came over. "You seem to be doing better," he said sitting down next to the young couple. "I'm feeling much better," Tara replied. "Some of it might be some kind of compensation, but I'm having fun." She patted Paul on the inside of his leg, dangerously close to his private area. "Tara!" Paul said, moving away. "We have company!" Nick was chortling into his hands. "It's okay. I was young once." "You're not that old," Tara said, letting her eyes drift appreciatively over Nick's fit form. Then she batted her eyes at him, and the older man actually blushed. About then, the Captain wandered over. "So, how's our young friend doing?" "She's fine," Nick said in an amusingly squeaky voice. "Just fine." "Are you ready to go?" the Captain asked. "Gimme just a second," came the response. Nick started slowly sipping on a drink of water. Tara glanced down at his lap and noticed a conspicuous bulge. ‘That thing looks huge!' Tara thought hungrily. While Nick was delaying and hoping his erection went down, Tara got up and gave the Captain a big hug. While the hug itself was friendly, she made sure to press her crotch lightly against his, almost instantly getting a reaction. She noticed that William was a little reluctant to pull away. So she rubbed her hip lightly against the same spot. Paul was grinning and shaking his head in disbelief. Nick had switched that girl back to "on," and she was throwing her A-game at these two older men. As both Nick and Paul watched on in disbelief, she leaned in and whispered something into Captain William Cooper's ear. "I thought this was a cruise ship. So why do you need a torpedo?" The Captain's face was more than a little flushed. "Young lady, while I appreciate . . . what you're doing, I don't think it would be appropriate to . . . " Tara placed one hand on his lips. "I'm not doing this because I'm grateful for everything that you and Nick have done for me. And I don't want to do anything that would hurt your careers or affect my job. And I wouldn't expect any special treatment regarding my job. I found both of you attractive two weeks ago and I still do. And I love sex. I've spent the last week hating it, but now I want to get back on the proverbial horse." Tara pressed her hip against the Captain again. "And the best way to do that is to go for a ride. Now I'll understand if you don't want to for one reason or another. But I'm going to take Paul here back to my room, and maybe Keira too, and get back to doing something I really love doing. And if you want to come back with me or show up a little later so you aren't seen leaving with me, I'll show what that old song meant when it says ‘blow the man down.' Paul, we're leaving now." She grabbed her main boy-toy by the hand, got Keira's attention and tilted her head in the direction of the door, then led Paul away. Keira quickly caught up, though she stopped and looked appreciatively over Nick and William. Both men were stunned by what Tara had proposed, and Keira's lustful stare didn't help. What made matters worse was that Sunny rushed after them, slapping the Captain on the ass as she went by. Captain William Cooper looked over at his friend Nick. "I have a very strange crew," he said, sitting down to hide his erection. Nick also sat down again. The two of them stared at each other for a moment. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" All Ashore Ch. 04 "Are you thinking of doing something that would be really stupid on a professional level?" "Yep." "Me too." There was a minute of silence. "Want to wait another five minutes?" "Good idea." --------------- --------------------- Back at Tara's cabin . . . --------------- --------------------- As soon as the door was closed, Tara flopped down on the bed. "I can't believe I just did that!" "Did what?" Sunny asked. "Basically, she asked the Captain and Nick to come by so she could have sex with them," Paul said. "Holy shit! Tara, you're my new hero," Sunny said while laughing. "What about me?" Keira pouted, horribly insincerely. "Okay, okay. She's cooler now. She outright sexually propositioned two of our bosses." Tara looked at Sunny. Even as she started unzipping Paul's jeans, she had a question for the blonde girl. "I know why Paul's here. I know why Keira's here. But you . . ." "If you're wondering if my sexual orientation compass is pointed East-West now, then no. But getting eaten out is getting eaten out, and Keira here promised me the best head I've ever had. And I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that meat in your hand either." Tara had gotten Paul's pants off and was stroking his hard eight-inches even as Sunny was speaking. She licked the head before looking up at Paul. "Poor, poor boy. Trapped in a small room with three women who want to fuck him. Whatever will you do?" "Unless that's a trick question, probably have sex with them." Then Paul looked concerned for a moment. "I probably should have brought this up before . . . Oh damn." This last was in response to Tara slowly licking along the underside of his shaft. "Tara, do you want us to . . . you know . . . talk to you the way we usually do?" "Actually," Tara said, "not really. After tonight, I want things to go back to normal. Right now, I just want to enjoy myself with my friends." With that sentimental statement, she sucked most of his cock into her mouth. Keira looked at Sunny. "Get naked and get ready. If what I'm about to do to you doesn't make you curious about having sex with women, nothing will." Sunny smiled, but looked a little nervous. She took off her clothes and sat down on Keira's bed. Keira was still fully dressed as she slowly parted Sunny's hard thighs and kissed her on her perfectly shaved pussy. "Oh!" Sunny said. Then her eyes started to close and her face took on a dreamy quality. "Ooh," she cooed. "You ARE good!" Keira had started licking gently around Sunny's box, then slowly sucked those inner labia into her mouth and massaged them with her lips. Tara smiled. Sunny didn't stand a chance against Keira. Tara turned back to the business of sucking Paul off. She traded places with him, sitting him on the bed while she knelt in front of him and slurped noisily on his root. Just as she began to gag, there was a knock at the door. All three girls looked anxious. Tara got up and through the spy hole. The Captain and Nick had shown up! "We've got company!" she said. She opened the door, grabbed both men by the belts and pulled them inside. Both the newcomers were treated to the sight of the bodacious Keira eating out the hard-bodied Sunny while Paul sat on the other bed sporting an impressive erection. "William, we've been hanging out with the wrong crowd," Nick said with a smile. "If you'll sit down on the bed, one of us will be with you shortly," Keira said, but then Sunny pulled the older woman's head back down to her crotch. "You're not going ANYWHERE until you finish what you started," she growled. She was slowly being forced to acknowledge that Keira might just be as good as she claimed. Tara looked over her shoulder at Sunny, then looked back to Paul. She whispered something into his ear. He smiled, got off Tara's bed and wandered over to Keira's. Sunny got a good look at his beef stick swaying in the wind and licked her lips. He knelt on the bed next to her and she quickly took the head of his cock between her lips and sucked on in lovingly. But even as she took more and more of that delightful dick into her mouth, she always kept one hand on Keira's head. Keira didn't mind. She had always wanted to get between Sunny's thighs, and the girl had finally consented. Tara kissed Nick and then William, massing each of their peckers through their trousers as she did so. "Okay," she said, "get undressed so I can see what I'm dealing with." Both men did as told. Their shirts went first, revealing what Tara had suspected about both men being in good shape. Both men had a light layer of hair over their chest, but Tara didn't care. Then the pants went down. Tara's heart started to beat faster, and it almost burst when they slid their boxers down. The Captain had a nice seven-inch dick that was nice and fat. But Nick . . . he was carrying a monster in his pants. It had to be at least ten inches long with nice, heavy balls dangling beneath. "Oh my!" Tara dropped to her knees and took a firm hold of each shaft, as close to the root as possible. "I always hated you," William said to Nick. "You always got the women with that thing," he said , indicating Nick's impressive equipment. "My ex didn't seem to like it. She had two men with shorter dicks satisfying her when I walked in on her." Tara felt bad. Nick seemed like such a nice guy. "Well I love it," she said, "or at least I will. And I like ‘em fat too," she sat to William before licking his pee-hole. "There's a place for all kinds of cock in this world. Soon, those places will be inside me!" So she began alternating rapidly between them, taking one of their dicks as far into her throat as it would go while stroking the other, then she would switch. The Captain stretched her lips out almost grotesquely, but she loved the pungent aroma he gave off. She was able to fit a full six inches of Nick's member in her mouth, but she knew she wouldn't be able to take much more. At least, not without practice. Behind her she heard a series of high-pitched gasps from Sunny as Keira apparently brought the blonde beauty to orgasm. "Oh fuck! Keira . . . okay, okay! You're as good as you said!" "And don't you forget it!" Keira said. "Now you can pay me back by being extra special to Paul." "Oh no. I'm doing Paul for fun. I'll pay YOU back later." As Sunny concentrated on sucking Paul's cock, Keira moved over where Tara was pleasing her new friends. "Good grief!" the older woman said as she saw Nick's dong. "That IS huge!" Tara and Keira sat the two men down on Tara's bed. Keira knelt before the Captain and took his manhood into her mouth. She untied the string behind her neck and slid her top down past her tits. "Speaking of huge things," the Captain said. He watched as his fat stick split Keira's lips, feeling her tongue on the soft skin underneath. Her head began to bob rapidly, and he saw her spit dribbling out the sides of her mouth. Tara had straddled Nick's hips. "Put it in," she whispered. He reached underneath her and grabbed his tool, placing the head inside her inner lips and groaning as she slid back onto him. And she counted each inch of his manhood as it penetrated her. Her mouth was open slightly and all the breath in her body was slowly exiting. Finally, she realized she had gone as far down on him as she could go. "So full," she whispered. Nick had almost blown his wad the second he slipped inside this woman. He had been with a number of ladies in his life, but Tara's body seemed to almost absorb his cock. She was so tight that he was almost afraid to move. Luckily, she took control, starting with a series of small bounces before escalating to larger bounces. Within a few minutes, she was bouncing up and down on his sizeable cock like a pogo stick. Sunny had also moved on from sucking Paul's cock to fucking the young man. She felt a bit odd doing it since she, like many of the other girls she had known, had sort of taken the handsome fellow for granted. She lay on the bed next to him and turned her back to him, letting Paul slide in from behind while almost spooning her. Her grabbed a handful of breast while he began to pump away at her slick pussy, while she rubbed her clit. And he started sucking on her earlobe, which actually drove her kind of wild. He was paying attention to things other that the typical erogenous zones, which moved him up a few notches on Sunny's "appealing scale." Keira had placed William's thick dick between her breasts and let him push them together around the shaft, and he was pumping happily away as she unzipped her skirt. Then she climbed onto the bed as if to mount him the way Tara had mounted Nick, but the Captain pulled her toward him until her crotch was in his face. "Oh Captain!" she said with eyes wide open. "What a big tongue you have!" Her eyes started to close as William buried his experienced tongue in her warm femininity. His tongue was so wide and so rough, and it cut a huge swath right down the middle with every lick. After riding Nick for just a few minutes, Tara was ready to cum. Her toes curled and she arched her head and neck back. She also grabbed good handfuls of Nick's pectoral muscles and hung on for dear life as she gripped his rod with her vaginal muscles and came on him. As her body shook slightly after its sexual re-awakening, Nick thought she looked truly beautiful. Then she collapsed against him and let him take over some of the action as he started humping his hips and driving himself inside her. Then Sunny came for the second time. Paul's somewhat more gentle approach was working, particularly when combined with Sunny's own clitoral play. He pinched her nipple hard when she started gasping, "Paul you stud, you're making me . . . oh yeah!" Her orgasm was also a little gentler than normal, but it felt wonderful. As her skin lit up with goosebumps and her eyes rolled back in her head, she decided that having sex with Paul wasn't something she would mind doing in the future. Keira was standing on the bed now with her crotch in William's face, but she had turned and bent at the waist so that she could suck off the Captain while he serviced her. Apparently, he was quite skilled at the oral arts, because he had Keira on the ropes. While still riding Nick, Tara reached a hand out and grabbed one of her friend's breasts, pinching the nipple between two of her fingers. "Oh, that's dirty play dear," Keira said, but not at all unhappy. "I just want to help make you cum faster. I need that cock for something." "Well, it's working," she growled as she felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. Soon, she felt her pussy spasm and then it was all over. Her girl-juice dripped onto the Captain's face while she hummed around his cock. Tara watched her friend cum. "Sunny, Keira . . . I hate to be greedy, but . . ." "Go ahead sweetie," the older woman said. "Tonight is about you. I'll get a shot at that beautiful cock you're riding on the next voyage." Nick looked bemused. "Anyone going to get my opinion on this? Not that I'd refuse." He looked at the Captain. "William, I'm a little annoyed you didn't invite me to work here sooner." "If I'd known this was going on, I would have," the Captain said. Tara licked her lips. "Captain, would you stand here? Thank you," she added as the Captain started to stand. "Paul, get the KY out of the bathroom." Paul laughed. "Yep, our little nympho is back and open for business." "Well," she said as she sucked on the head of William's cock, "hurry up, because I have one more vacancy to be filled." "She's an animal," Nick said as he thrust into her over and over again. As Paul returned with a heavily lubricated cock, Sunny realized something. She still owed Keira. ‘Why not?' she thought to herself. Keira was sitting on the bed next to the Captain's legs, playing with herself. Sunny crawled over slowly and sexily until her face was inches away from what was a genuinely pretty crotch. "Sunny," Keira said, "you don't have to. I know you're not gay or anything. I just wanted . . ." "It's okay," the blonde girl said. "I said I'd pay you back. Besides, there's nothing wrong with bringing pleasure to a friend. I'll look at this the same as giving you a backrub, but I'll be using my tongue and . . . well, rubbing something other than your back." Though she meant what she said, she was nervous about doing well. Then she decided just to do the things that she liked and go from there. After a few gentle sucks on Keira's inner lips and a few flicks to the clit, she came to the conclusion that she and Keira liked a lot of the same things. At the other end of the bed, Paul had just pushed the length of his shaft into Tara's tight behind. It was especially tight due to the size of the cock filling her vaginal cavity. Tara had been forced to let William's member slide out of her mouth while she adjust to the almost overwhelming fullness she felt down below. Then she glanced at all three men, one after the other. "Fuck me," she said throatily. "Fill me up and hose me down." William slipped the large, velvety mushroom-like head of his prick back between her lips, slowly pushing in as far as he could go. Both Paul and Nick were already pistoning their shafts into her lower openings. "Is she . . . oh shit, is she always like this?" William asked. Paul was almost too busy stretching out her asshole to respond, but finally he did. "No, normally she's a lot nastier. She normally likes it a little rougher and she loves dirty talk, but we're easing her back into her normal routine." Nick could scarcely believe that this "innocent" young woman was capable of all this, but she seemed much more relaxed and at peace with herself than she had the previous week. She had ten inches of cock in her tight pussy, eight inches in her rear end and another seven fucking her mouth, and she actually seemed happy again. All three men increased their tempo, and the sound of their balls slapping against the young woman's flesh was almost obscene. Meanwhile, Sunny had proven herself to be a quick study, as she had already brought Keira to orgasm. The busty older woman was writhing on the bed as Sunny watched. The younger woman had pulled back with her tongue as was rapidly fingering her friend's sloppy pussy and watching as Keira's girl-juice came squirting out. Sunny gently licked some of the residue away from Keira's opening, tentatively at first. This was another first for her. Tara wanted to experience a "first" as well. She let the Captain's cock slide out of her mouth. "Cum in me," she asked plaintively of her three lovers. "I want all of you to cum inside me at the same time." "Well I hope you guys are ready then," Nick started, "because I'm ready to go." "I'm more than ready," William said, shoving his cock back into Tara's face and feeling the pressure build in his balls. Suddenly, his cock stiffened even more and he started spewing his seed into the young woman's mouth. Tara never let up, sucking down every last drop. "Here we go," grunted Paul as he filled her ass with his spunk. Tara LOVED feeling her favorite boy-toy expend himself in her behind. Even as she felt his sticky stuff splashing inside her, she also felt Nick's enormous tool pulsing and pulsating inside her pussy. The she felt his warm goo filling up her vaginal cavity. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed the HR rep had been storing up a lot. She even felt some trickling out of her box. After a few minutes, all three men pulled out of the young woman. Nick was still surprised at how content she looked. And as soon as he, William and Paul sat back, Keira and Sunny both magically appeared around Tara. Both women positioned their heads around Tara's well-used cunt and started sucking or licking different areas. It didn't take long at all before the two women had Tara cumming like an earthquake. "I missed this," Tara said happily after her climax subsided. She looked William and Nick over. "I'm glad you came. In more ways than one." "We're happy to help," Nick said. He looked a little nervous. Tara noticed his expression. "Don't worry. No one was taking advantage of me here. I love sex, and doing it with someone you trust makes it great. Nick, you were right. I wasn't going to let Carlos beat me. He doesn't get to stop me from doing what I want. I'm not going to tell anyone, and I was serious about not expecting any special treatment." "And I think I speak for all of us," said Keira, "that anytime you want more, we're willing to give it another go." Sunny was staring at Nick's shrinking but still imposing member. "You got that right." Then she looked over at Tara. "What is it about you? We used to just be horny. Since you showed up, we're all sex-crazed lunatics!" Everyone laughed, then Tara smiled. "I guess it's just a gift." Nick and the Captain got dressed, kissed the young woman on the forehead and snuck out of the room. Sunny and Paul got under the covers of Tara's bed while Tara crawled in with Keira. The four of them chatted for a while before, one by one, drifting off to dreamland. ------------- ---------------- To be continued . . . All Ashore Ch. 05 The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story contains elements of f/f, and m/f sexual activity. If any of these types of sex offend you, please read no further. ----------------- ------------- "All Ashore . . ." Part 5 ----------------- ------------- Normally, Tara wouldn't mind rainy days. She liked sitting inside, staring out the window and drinking hot chocolate while the waters cascaded down the glass. In more recent days, she would have gotten one of her warm-bodied friends and taken them for a roll between the sheets. But no one else was around that day. A few days earlier, she had finished up another voyage as a maid aboard Deep Blue Cruises. On that trip, she had made some new friends. But a former member of the Lounge Gang, a group of employees who hung out together when their shifts were up, who had fallen out of favor had basically threatened Tara with rape. If the ship's HR director, Tara's new friend Nick, hadn't wandered by when he did, Tara believed that Carlos, the despicable man in question, would have done just what he threatened to do. It had bothered Tara more than she could have guessed. Her normally hyperactive sex drive had almost shut down for a week. When she was finally able to acknowledge her fears and insecurities, that had helped. But as she looked over at the table where her copy of the restraining order against Carlos currently lay, she realized that things were far from perfect. With no one else around, she had locked the door and kept glancing nervously out the window. She decided to take a bath, hoping it would help her relax. She bounced into the master bedroom, which she shared with the busty Keira, who also owned the house, and her good friend Paul. They were her two favorite people in the world and were both wonderful lovers. The rest of the gang crashed in other places around the house, but Tara had been the first to earn "special treatment" in Keira's eyes. Luckily, no one seemed to mind. The entire crew was quite taken with the shy young woman who had become something of a nymphomaniac right before their eyes. Before Tara's introduction to the group, they had mostly kept their sexual exploits to people outside the gang. Since her arrival, all bets were off. Tara lit a couple of candles and filled the tub with pleasantly warm water and a generous amount of bubbles and bath salts. She turned up the little radio on a nearby chair, then settled her lithe young body into the soothing water. She used to be very unhappy with her body, but she had become more "forgiving" of her imperfections. She was a Kansas farm girl, born and raised, and her muscles were toned from years of hard work and playing whatever sports she had been allowed to play. She had pretty blue eyes and long brown hair. But it was her innocent, childlike face that people seemed to like the most. Little did many of them know the lustful expressions that face was capable of. Mostly, Tara was unhappy with her small, A-cup breasts. A friend and lover, who was also a plastic surgeon, had offered to do the breast augmentation surgery she had wanted at the time. But after calming down a bit, she had realized she was still a little young. She wanted bigger breasts, but she could wait to get them. It wasn't like she was left wanting in the sexual-action department. The smells and feel of her bath quickly released the tension from her body, and she found herself humming along with the music. And her hands started to roam. She took one of her small breasts in one hand while the other hand slid down to her clean-shaven crotch. Two fingers pushed the opening to her womanhood wide apart, then slipped inside her body. Meanwhile, she pinched and toyed with her own nipples. "Oh, that's nice," she cooed contentedly to herself. She started fingering herself rapidly, letting the tension dissipate. Then she sunk her thumb into her wet sex so she could drive her index finger into her sphincter. "And that's better," she moaned. After a while, she let the hand that had been involved in tit-play slide down so it could rub her upper mound and clitoral region. She went in slow, small circles at first, but her touch became much faster and much rougher as she felt her old friend Mrs. Orgasm dropping by for a visit. Her body twitched a bit as the pleasure ebbed through her. It wasn't an intense orgasm, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. Her mouth parted in a delicate gasp as her climax faded. "You're so beautiful when you do that," came a voice from the doorway. Tara jumped at the sound, and her body was trembling in fear as she looked for the source of the sound. Then she saw Keira standing in the doorway, and Tara let herself slide back into the water and tried to still her rapidly beating heart. "Of course," Keira continued with a smile, "you're beautiful when you do anything." The busty woman moved the radio to a shelf and sat down on the chair next to the tub. "How are you doing sweetness?" "Good," Tara said. Keira noticed that her young friend was trembling. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," Tare replied meekly. "You just surprised me is all." Keira stroked the side of Tara's face. "How'd things go at the lawyer's office?" Tara smiled. "Well. I had more than enough cause to file the order apparently. I just want to put the whole thing behind me." "Listen, I can blow off this thing with Nick . . . reschedule for another time and hang here tonight . . ." "Don't be silly," Tara said. Nick, the well-hung HR rep had dropped by yesterday to ask if Tara was doing okay and if she needed anything. She was tempted to tell him that she ‘needed' another ride on that massive tool of his, but she had refrained. He and Keira had started talking, then they were laughing and finally, they were planning a date. Tara was happy for her friend, despite her reservations about possibly losing a lover. "You two go have fun. I'm sure someone will be here to keep me company soon," she said glancing somewhat nervously at the door. Keira was growing a little worried. After their little gangbang on the ship to help Tara get over her fears, she had thought the girl had put the entire episode behind her. She was beginning to think that her confidence might have been a bit premature. "Well, he's coming by to pick me up in an hour or so, and we WILL stick around until someone else gets back," she added firmly. "Or why don't you give Karen a call?" Karen was one half of the couple that had introduced Tara into the wonderful world of sex on her first voyage, and she and her husband Sam were both still dear friends of the entire gang. "Didn't she promise you some quality one-on-one time?" Keira said with a grin. "Can't. She's working evenings this week at the hospital, and Sam was supposed to be at a conference. I think. And with Paul gone visiting his folks . . ." Tara's voice trailed off. "You miss him, don't you?" Keira asked wistfully. "Yeah. Just like I'm gonna miss you," Tara said in her baby-doll voice, "when you and Nick hit it off and get married and have two-point-five kids and a house and a dog and . . ." Keira was laughing, then she caught her breath again. "Listen, regardless of what happens with me and Nick, I'm not done with you yet. Not because I feel sorry for you or anything. I still want to spend some time with my girl." Tara sank back until her head rested on the back of the tub. "It's okay. We all have to grow up sometime. Maybe I should think about trying to . . ." Tara was cut off when Keira kicked off her shoes and, fully dressed, got into the tub with the naked young woman. Water splashed onto the floor, and Tara squealed and giggled. "I don't want to grow up," Keira said as she got face to face with Tara. "Not yet," she added, then kissed the young woman. She pushed her tongue between Tara's lips and let it dance in the younger woman's mouth. Tara's hands had almost instinctively grabbed the soaked-denim-clad ass of her friend and lover and pulled her close while a game of tonsil-hockey ensued. "Aren't you going to be late for your date?" Tara asked, chewing her bottom lip. "Nick can wait," Keira said, unbuttoned her jeans under the water. "I'll just tell him I was fucking you. He'll understand. Hell, he'll probably be jealous." She managed to push her pants down past her hips, then grabbed Tara's hand and placed in familiar waters. Then Keira pushed a couple fingers into Tara's willing crotch and both girls set their hands to work. Tara curled her fingers and thumbed her friend's clitoral area, but Keira just plunged her fingers in and out like a piston. The older woman latched her lips onto Tara's neck and proceeded to give her a hickie like no other. Tara was fumbling with her free hand trying to pull Keira's tee-shirt over the woman's head. She finally succeeded and was able to feel those slippery and heavy breasts against Tara's diminutive chest. "My little girl has the hottest pussy," Keira muttered huskily. "It fits around my fingers so nicely," she said, then sucked on Tara's ear. "It fits around my toys and around Paul's cock . . . your pussy is a one-size-fits-all device!" Tara groaned as Keira's fingers picked up the pace. It had been a while since someone had talked dirty to her, and she missed it. "I love having things in my pussy!" She reached down , pulled on Keira's hand and pushed it between her between her butt cheeks. As one of her lover's fingers punctured her pink rosebud, she continued with, "And I like stuff in there too. Does that make me a slut? Am I just a little . . . oh God! . . . a little whore that likes getting cock and pussy any way she can?" Keira pushed on Tara until the young woman was forced to sit on the end of the tub, and then she started finger fucking Tara's pussy and asshole. "You are SUCH a little tease," Keira muttered, then planted a sweet kiss on the girl's slick clit before sucking it between her lips. She released it with a snap. "But you're a tasty little tease," she added then went back to fingering and sucking. Tara couldn't do much except tease her own nipples like she had been doing earlier. She didn't have to worry about doing it for too long. Keira knew her lover's body too well to keep Tara waiting. "I'm gonna cum," Tara asked. "Can I cum on your face?" "I thought you'd never ask," Keira replied. She stuck her tongue deep in the bottom of Tara's cunt and then began rubbing her clit maniacally. Soon the girl-juice was spurting onto her tongue and down her throat. "Yummy," she said with a grin. She leaned forward and kissed Tara, letting the younger girl get a taste of her own jizz. "You're such a bad little girl," she said. "Let this bad girl do you good," Tara replied. Keira smiled and stood up, finally able to remove her soaked jeans completely. Tara knelt in the tub with her face pointed up, and Keira stood over her. Tara took a long, slow lick from the bottom of her friend's pussy. "Does that feel good?" she asked before taking a few more licks. Keira grabbed the young woman's head and held it against her crotch as Tara's tongue went into high-speed mode. "That's what I like," she growled. She ground her pussy against Tara's face, making her young lover chase after her pussy opening with that delightful tongue. She would let Tara catch up and do some deep-tongue action, then she would grind again. The girl's face was coated in Keira's juice, but the older woman hadn't even cum yet. She grabbed a handful of Tara's hair and pulled her away. "Not yet," she growled again. She turned around in the tub and bent over. "Spread my ass cheeks and eat me from behind you little slut!" Tara was happy to do as commanded, licking and sucking on Keira's sweet hole from behind. This also let her tease her friend's asshole with her little pink tongue. She gripped those soapy, slippery cheeks as tightly as she could while rimming her friend's behind and tunneling into Keira's snatch. She felt Keira's pussy twitch, so she reached one hand between her friend's legs and started rubbing her mound. Sure enough, the older girl began to cum, and the few parts of Tara's face that HAD been dry were now glistening with Keira's sexual spendings. The older woman whimpered and gasped as her climax subsided. "So, do I give good head or what?" said the impish young Tara with a smile. "The best," Keira said, sliding back into the tub and pulling Tara into her lap. She held the young woman in her arms. "Nah. I LEARNED from the best," Tara said, settling into her friend's embrace and feeling much better than she had all day. The two of them got out of the tub, got dried off and Tara helped Keira pick out a new outfit for her outing with Nick. The man in question arrived just as Keira was finishing getting dressed. "Wow," he said appreciatively as Keira presented herself. She had gone with tight jeans and a low-cut spandex top, and it worked for the top-heavy woman. Tara stood back and looked at them together. Nick was a handsome, sweet and well-hung stud. Keira was sassy, sexy and all together in a league of her own. They were a good-looking couple. And Tara choked back a brief but unmistakable attack of fear. Despite Keira's assurance earlier, Tara felt jealous. And she felt like she was losing Keira, and she couldn't even dislike the guy who was stealing her. She liked Nick a lot. True to her word, Keira refused to leave until someone else got home to keep Tara company. Sunny showed up shortly thereafter with a couple of movies and some microwaveable popcorn, and the two of them settled down for the evening while Nick and Keira went on their way. After their movies, Tara thanked Sunny for hanging out and gave the California hard-body a hug. Sunny flashed that brilliant white smile and said it was okay. Then Tara decided to grab a blanket and sleep on the sofa, claiming a spot before everyone started wandering back in. She normally slept in the big bed in Keira's room, but she wanted Keira to have an opportunity to be alone with Nick when they got back. Roxanne and Jeff had both just wandered back when Tara was going to sleep. They were confused as to why Tara wasn't taking her normal place in Keira's room, but she looked too peaceful to disturb. --------------- -------------- The next morning . . . --------------- -------------- Tara stretched her arms out and yawned, unwilling to open her eyes and face the day yet. She only had a week and a half before setting sail again, and she was becoming increasingly tempted to sleep in the whole time. The couch was much more comfortable than she had imagined it would be. Then she opened her eyes. She was in Keira's bed. "What the . . ." she started. She looked over and saw a beautiful, naked Keira lying under the covers next to her. "How did I get here?" she mumbled. Keira's eyes popped open. "I had Nick move you in here when we got back. You were exhausted little one. You didn't even wake up when he picked you up." "I guess. You could have just let me sleep there. It would have been okay." "Tara, what's up? You didn't just fall asleep out there. You planned on going to sleep on the couch. You know this bed is yours to sleep in." "I thought you might want to be alone with . . ." "Stop right there," Keira said, frowning and shaking her head. "Unless the next word out of your mouth was ‘me,' I don't want to hear it. I told you already that as much as I like Nick, I still like you. Nick knows that. I made sure he understood it before I ever agreed to go out with him. You've been able to juggle being with me and Paul, and Karen and Sam for that matter, and I was never jealous. I've been happy for you. I'd like you to be happy for me." "I am," Tara pouted. "Nick is great. You're great. I just . . ." Tara sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. "I'm still scared. I thought I wouldn't be anymore, but I am. I spent a lot of time yesterday looking out the window, afraid I'd see . . . him. Just because I'm okay with sex again doesn't mean . . ." her voice trailed off. Keira pulled Tara back under the covers with her. "Do you want to go see a counselor? I know Nick suggested it, but maybe you sort of forgot that option after our little adventure on the last day of the voyage." Tara blushed. She had gotten a bit out of control, taking on Paul, Nick and the Captain all at the same time. "I don't know." She rested her head right next to Keira's. "I'm so used to having someone around. Now you're interested in spending time away and Paul is gone and Karen is working and Sam's out of town. And neither of them were really ever mine to begin with." "You'll never be alone," Keira reiterated. "We'll look after you." "But you shouldn't have to. I should be able to walk across the street without someone holding my hand." "You will. Just give yourself some time." Then Keira got a wicked smile. "And if you like, I'll hold something besides your hand." She pinched something very sensitive on Tara's body, causing the young woman to squeak, then the only sound for a while was two women giggling. Tara realized she wouldn't be getting out of bed after all. ------------- ---------------- A week later . . . ------------- ---------------- Tara walked out of her counselor's office feeling a bit better about herself. Nick and Keira had both gently prodded her toward doing this, and she decided it had been for the best. While reluctant to talk at first, the man she had talked to had finally gotten her to open up, and not just about the potential rape situation. She talked about her upbringing and her sudden explosion into the world of sexual activity and her feelings about her bisexuality. She also discussed her confusion about what to do, if anything, about her strong feelings for both Keira and Paul. By the time she was done, she realized how many things, from the trivial to the pronounced, that she had been failing to deal with and that had piled up in her mind. She had enjoyed the sex acts themselves, but she had also used them to hide from her problems. Tara began to feel that she could deal with some of her issues, as well as continuing having a healthy sex life. She was expecting Keira to pick her up, so she was surprised when she saw her friend Karen waiting in the lobby. Karen, and her husband Sam, had been Tara's first homosexual and heterosexual experiences, respectively. She was a brown-haired beauty in her forties with a set of C-cup tits provided by her plastic-surgeon husband. "Hey shorty. I called over to your house to talk to you, and Keira said you were here," Karen said, giving the young woman big, warm hug. "I haven't seen you in a while, so I offered to come pick you up." She looked at the receptionist, and her lovely face took on a worried expression. "Are you okay? I was confused why you'd come here." Tara sighed. As they made their way out to Karen's incredibly fancy and expensive car, she told her everything. Karen was furious when she heard about what Carlos had threatened to do, and insisted she get to meet Nick at some point. She wanted to thank the man who had protected her favorite little girl. Tara said it could probably be arranged. Karen insisted on taking Tara out for an incredibly expensive and wholly delicious lunch. As they were getting back in the car, the older woman obviously wanted to say something, then suddenly shut her mouth. All Ashore Ch. 05 "What?" Tara asked. "It's nothing," Karen said. "I just . . . I remember promising you some one-on-one time," the older woman said while blushing, "but you're probably not interested." "Says who?!?" Tara said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm a little bent, but I'm not broken. Seriously, I want to. Carlos was only one of my problems. Now that I'm seeing that I have other problems, I don't need to have sex to hide from them. Now, I can just have sex because I want to." "Are you sure?" Karen asked. Tara's grin was positively wicked. "Start the car, and I'll show you how serious I am!" Karen revved up her car and tore off onto the street. While en route, Tara took off her seatbelt and knelt on the seat. "What are you . . ." Karen started. But Tara had pulled the older woman's skirt up and was maneuvering her head into her friend's lap. "Oh, you naughty little girl," Karen moaned as Tara forced that innocent little face between the older woman's legs and started licking the surface of Karen's satin panties. Then Tara reached her fingers in and pushed the panties aside, then inserted themselves into the hot box beneath. Karen groaned as her pussy began to experience a two-pronged assault. "No wonder Sam loves it when I give him head while driving," she cooed. "This is good!" Karen pulled out onto the freeway and headed for home. Tara was energetically swirling her tongue around her friend's clit while trying to reach Karen's g-spot with her fingers. Karen had her legs spread as much as possible while still maintaining control of the car. She was just glad it was an automatic. With one hand on the wheel, she reached her right hand out and spanked Tara's upturned butt. Even through the denim shorts, Tara could feel the sting. She felt a few more spanks, then Karen started rubbing a finger right over where Tara's asshole would be. "I want to take you home, get out a great big toy and fuck you right here," Karen said tapping on that spot again. "Do you want one of my big toys in your little ass baby? Tell me you want it!" "I want it," the little harlot in the next seat said with conviction. "I want you to fuck my ass all day long!" "And that's just what I'm going to do," Karen said placing her "spanking" hand on top of Tara's head while the young woman devoured her pussy. Karen was using every resource at her command to keep her eyes and mind on the road. No one had ever eaten her out while driving before, and it was a bit of a rush. This young woman seemed to bring out an animalistic sexuality in everyone around her, and Karen was just thankful she had been there for this girl's maiden voyage. That tongue was so soft and those fingers were so deep inside here that . . . "Oh God! I'm almost there you fucking slut!" The words coming out of Karen's mouth just spurred Tara on, and she soon had the older woman cumming all over her leather seat. Karen was cumming so hard that she almost missed the off-ramp to her little sub-community and she crossed a couple of lanes of traffic to get to it. She wasn't going to wait a minute longer than necessary to get into this girl's pants. Karen hurried to open the gate and park the car in their long drive. The two of them hurried inside to the master bedroom where there was a surprise waiting for the younger woman. Karen and Sam had installed one of those hanging "sex swings" in their room. Tara was delighted to see it. Karen wanted to see Tara IN it. "Why don't you get naked so I can fuck you?" Karen inquired. "You still remember how to do it, don't you? You remember how to get fucked you little slut?" Tara nodded and let her dress slide off her shoulders. She took her time removing her little thong. Then she sat back in the padded seat. Karen moved to grab a set of ankle straps that were hanging from the same hook, then she stopped and "broke character." "Are you going to be okay?" she asked. "With me . . . securing you?" "I trust you Karen. Just . . . don't do it too tight, okay?" Karen smiled and helped her get her ankles into the straps and then secured her wrists. She soon had a naked, eighteen-year-old girl swinging gently in the air of her bedroom, completely vulnerable to whatever Karen wanted to do. And unlike with that pig Carlos, Tara had offered herself willingly to this woman. The heart surgeon stood up and slowly started to undress. Tara was drooling as those perfectly formed and man-made breasts came into view. When Karen was completely nude, she sauntered over to her captive. "What am I going to do with your first?" she wondered out loud. "I know I told you I was going to fuck your little harlot ass, but I don't think you're ready for that." Tara whined in disappointment. Karen grabbed a small stepstool out of her closet and placed in on the floor in front of the swing. When she stood on it, her pussy came perfectly into line with the young woman's face. Tara wanted to grab those hips and give her captor the pussy-licking of her life, but her arms were secured above her head. Tara wasn't getting anything that Karen didn't give her. But Karen wanted some more of that sweet action, so she held her crotch close enough that Tara could access it with her mouth. Even with her hands over her head, Tara was determined to please her lover. She buried her face between those swollen labia and licked, sucked and even nibbled on anything she could find. Karen took great delight in pulling away sometimes, holding the entrance to paradise just out of Tara's limited reach. She waited for the young woman to whine and beg for it, then she'd move her crotch back into place. When Karen came again, she forced Tara's head against her, waiting until the young nympho's face was covered with her juice. She got down off the stool before her legs gave way. "That was good," she said, looking back on the girl in the swing. Tara's face was glistening and hungry-looking. "Don't move," she instructed. Karen walked over to her closet again and changed. When she emerged, she was wearing something that resembled a leather teddy, but there was a massive black plastic phallus protruding from the crotch. Karen was almost tempted to tell the young woman that she had ordered this outfit with Tara in mind. The breasts of the outfit were cut out, and Karen offered one of them to Tara's shiny lips. "Now suckle! Make my nipples hard or I won't fuck you!" Tara took the threat seriously. She sucked on one nipple, took as much of the areola in her mouth as she could and drew her lips inward until she only the nipple, then she sucked that some more. Then Karen switched tits and Tara repeated her motions. "Good girl. Time for your fucking." She stood in front of Tara with the young woman's legs spread outward. She saw Tara's eyes flash between apprehension and lust. The device hanging between Karen's legs was easily a foot long and fairly thick. She lubed the device up and pushed it in, watching Tara's face flush with pleasure. How such a little girl could take so much was amazing to the older woman. But inch by inch, the entire thing worked its way into Tara's body. When it was all the way in Karen stopped and whispered into Tara's ear. "Do you like having a big black cock in you? I'll bet you do. That's what all the stories say, isn't it? That little white girls crave black cock?" Tara's face displayed her arousal prominently as Karen started fucking her with the massive tool. "I was thinking of asking Sam if we could hire some landscapers to come work on the area around the pool. Maybe I could find some large, sweaty black men to do it. Then I could fuck them as part of the payment. Wouldn't that be fun?" she asked, sinking her plastic meat into Tara's willing body. "That would be wonderful," Tara said. The idea of Karen getting gangbanged by a bunch of hired hands, black or otherwise, was an incredible turn on. "Would you like to help me?" Karen asked. "I'll bet you would. I'll bet you'd like to get fucked by all those guys too." She started rubbing Tara's clit with her thumb. "A cock in your whore mouth, your whore pussy and your whore ass at the same time . . . I bet you'd love it. And you could have a couple cocks waiting in the wings, because just three could never quench the desire of a slut like you." Tara's brain was going ballistic. She was picturing everything that Karen said, even as Karen herself was fucking her tight hole with that massive toy and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Tara's climax hit her like a bus, and her head quickly returned to the woman who was pleasuring her. She could fantasize about a gangbang later. She stared at the tool that was spreading her vaginal walls so effectively. It was covered in her cum. Karen kept fucking her with it, and there was nothing Tara could do about it. But she didn't want to. She trusted Karen. The older woman kept the dildo in Tara's pussy and kept whispering about all the things that she'd like to see Tara do and have done to her. Tara loved every suggestion. Karen fucked her young lover to two more orgasms in that position, watching that nubile body squirm in ecstasy. Tara felt the head of the massive dong pushing against her ass. "Oh God!" "I told you I was going to fuck your cute little ass with a big toy. You're not chickening out, are you?" "No! Please stick it in! Split me in half, and I promise I'll beg for more!" Karen grinned. "I'll bet you will." It took several minutes before Tara's ass could start to accommodate such a large invader. She was panting and sweating like a racehorse, but she was finally able to (somewhat) comfortable let the head sink in. Karen kept pushing both her thumbs into Tara's pussy and stretching that opening. Tara could have told her not to bother, since her cunt was about as stretched as it was going to get, but the feeling was pleasurable. And it got more pleasurable as that black dildo slid deeper into her sensitive rosebud. "So big . . . so fucking big!" Tara groaned. "Is it that the cock is big or just that your ass is so tight?" teased Karen. She was only able to get half the toy into Tara's backside, but that seemed to be enough. She rubbed the girl's swollen clit while she slowly ass-fucked her. ‘Is this the same young woman I had to pay to watch me have sex?' she wondered. Tara was in heaven. The dull throb around her rectum was nothing compared to the pleasure she was feeling. "More!" she said. "Give me more! Fill my ass!" Karen picked up the pace, giving the girl what she asked for. And when Tara came again, it was a big one. Karen didn't think her young lover had that much juice left, but again the girl surprised her. She kissed Tara gently, sliding her tongue inside the girl's mouth. "You're such a freaky little girl, you know that?" she asked after coming up for breath. "That's what everyone keeps telling me," Tara said tiredly. Then her naughty little eyes lit up. "Were you serious about the landscaping crew?" Karen laughed and blushed. "I don't know. It sounds kind of exciting, doesn't it? I'd bet Sam would like to watch." "Paul too. Hell, Paul might want a little himself. Keira and Sunny too." "Speaking of Keira, did you want to give her a call? Let her know you won't be coming home for a while?" "I won't?" "No," Karen said. "I've got a whole bunch more toys and a lot of time to kill, so I'm not letting you go until I've had my fill." Karen grabbed the phone and dialed Keira, then held it to Tara's ear. Keira teased Tara about being all tied up, but wished her well. Tara invited her to join them, but Keira was going to take a ride on the Nick Express that evening. Tara was happy, not only because Keira would be getting some pleasure but also because Tara herself didn't feel jealous anymore. She knew that Keira cared about her and that she wasn't losing the woman. So Tara was going to enjoy letting Karen have her way for the rest of the day and night. And Karen did just that. She kept Tara in the swing for another hour, making the girl cum another half-dozen times. Then she let her young lover out so she could shower and rest before they made love in a more traditional fashion in a large comfortable bed. ----------- ------------------ A few days later . . . ----------- ------------------ "You're back!" Tara screamed and jumped up, disrupting Keira's attempt to paint her toenails as the young woman went to give Paul a big hug. "I thought you weren't coming back until the day before we leave!" "I decided that I hate coming back from a long trip and getting ready for ANOTHER long trip without a couple days to do nothing." Paul unloaded his bags on the floor and gave Tara a friendly hug. "Now you better get back over there and let Keira finish before she gets mad at you. Or me. Especially before she gets mad at me." Tara bounced back into the chair and received a dirty look from her top-heavy friend before Keira settled down to finish those toenails. Paul wandered over and kissed Tara on the forehead, then wandered out to the kitchen. Keira and Tara exchanged a confused look. Normally when Paul kissed Tara, it was a little more passionate than that, and he didn't stop at just one. ‘Maybe he's just tired,' Tara thought. After fixing himself a snack, he came back in and sat nearby. He told the girls about his trip, while Tara talked about her counseling session. He seemed happy that she had taken that step. Keira talked about her date with Nick, then Tara went into the details of her fling with Karen, including the gangbang fantasy they had concocted. Tara was hoping to get a rise out of Paul with that, in more ways than one. But he didn't respond except by smiling and nodding. Keira got a phone call from Nick and went out onto the back porch to talk. Tara looked over at main man. "Paul, what's wrong?" "Nothing. Why?" "You just seem a little distant." She got up and wandered over to sit in his lap. He held her a little more loosely than usual. "I don't like it when you're distant." "I'm not trying to be," he said. "I'm a little tired is all. I'll probably crash on the couch tonight. You and Keira make too much noise when you're trying to ‘sleep'." Tara was feeling a bit uneasy about his comments. "A while ago, I told Keira I was going to sleep on the couch. It was because I thought she'd moved on and might not want to be with me anymore. Is . . . is that what you're feeling? Because I still want you and . . ." Paul put a finger to her lips to shush her. "I don't want to leave you either. I just didn't want to bother you with something until I figured it out. And since I know now that you'll pester me until you find out what it is," he joked, "then I'll tell you. Just let me finish before you say anything. When I was visiting my folks, I realized for the first time how old they're getting. And Mom was still bugging me about ‘finding a nice girl and settling down.' My brother and sister both called while I was out there, telling me and the folks about their jobs and marriages and about my nephews and nieces." "Your biological clock going off? You're only twenty-five and . . ." "You're supposed to be letting me finish," he scolded. Then he kissed her on the lips, and it felt a lot more right than the first kiss. "I realized that at some point, the wild nights and endless orgies are going to have to end. I always knew that they would, but I had never really wanted them to. Now I'm thinking that I might like to have a normal relationship at some point. Something I can talk to my family about without editing the stories. But I also realize I don't want to lose you, and that you ARE an endless orgy in a gorgeous little package. I don't want to pressure you, and we've already talked about not trying to control you. But my mindset has changed a bit, and I kind of need to figure out what that means to me." "I think that's mature," Keira said from the doorway. "I'm glad you were eavesdropping. I hate repeating myself." Tara was a little unclear as to what it all meant, but maybe that was Paul's point. She finally had to accept that they shouldn't go making decisions all half-cocked. She argued with him about sleeping on the sofa though. "It's really okay. I actually DO need to sleep, and you two are incapable of just lying still." That night, Tara slept in that big bed with Keira. They cuddled, but actually refrained from sex. Tara wasn't in the mood. ------------ ---------------- The next morning . . . ------------ ---------------- Tara woke early and headed out to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She stopped when she saw Paul still sleeping on the couch. ‘He really is handsome,' she thought. ‘I wish I could give him what he wants.' He rolled over and the blanket fell away. Paul was sporting some impressive morning wood in his boxers. Tara licked her lips. ‘I may not be able to give him what he want's emotionally . . .' she started. Tara knelt on the floor next to the couch and looked around. Everyone else in the house was sound asleep. She reached into his fly and gently grasped his big, beautiful cock. She looked at his face. He was still asleep. She pulled his member out of his boxers and pushed it against her face, enjoying its heat. Then she kissed the head before sucking it slowly into her mouth. Then another inch . . . and another inch . . . ‘His cock fits me so perfectly,' she thought as she began the gentlest blowjob of her young life. ‘No matter where I want him to put it, it fits me.' She relished the velvet feel of his cock skin as she slid it in and out of her mouth. She wrapped a hand softly around the base of the shaft and kept sucking on the rest of it. "Tara?" came Paul's confused voice as he finally woke up. She felt a little guilty. She probably should have given him some more time. But he had looked so good . . . "Did you want me to stop?" "I think . . . think it's a little late for that," he mumbled. She felt his meat twitch as he spent his seed into her mouth. She intentionally let some drip back onto his dick so that she could spend some time cleaning it up again. "Don't think you're fooling me for a minute. You're never that sloppy unless you want to be," he said with a smile. "You're not mad are you?" "I don't think there's a man alive who could answer ‘yes' to that." He tucked his shrinking staff back into his boxers. "Sit down." Tara sat down and Paul wrapped her arm around the young woman's shoulders. "I thought about things some more last night. You were right about one thing. I'm only twenty-five, so maybe I don't need to be settling down right now. But I'm not going to turn away from the idea either." "And I'm not ready to be ‘the one' for any one person right now," Tara said. "So if someone else comes along that I think might be ‘the one,' I don't want you to freak out if I pursue her. I don't mind keeping things the way they are for now, but it won't last forever." Tara rested her head on Paul's chest. "I know. And if I miss my chance of being ‘Ms. Right' for you, I've got only myself to blame. But for the moment, all I can be is ‘Ms. Right Now.' Of course, I'm going to be as irresistible as possible to make finding someone else more difficult for you," she said, kissing him and squeezing his sack gently through his underwear. "That I believe," he moaned. She glanced over her shoulder through the doors to the master bedroom. Keira was lying on white sheets, and Tara thought she looked divine. "Excuse me," Tara said. "I think I need to wake her up." She kissed Paul again, then wandered into the bedroom, pushing the sheets aside until Keira's crotch came into view. As she lowered her mouth to Keira's panties, Paul smiled at her. "That's my girl," he said under his breath. He stood up and, as Keira began to moan, he closed the bedroom door. All Ashore Ch. 05 --------------- --------------- To be continued . . . All Ashore Ch. 06 The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don’t go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story contains elements of f/f, m/f and m/m sexual activity. If any of these types of sex offend you, please read no further. ------------- --------------- “All Ashore . . .” Part 6 ------------- --------------- Tara was lying on a huge bed, with the glow of the moon trickling in around the cracks in the curtains. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light. The bed was littered with exhausted and sated flesh. Keira was curled up in Nick’s arms on one side of the bed. Sam and Karen were curled up closer to the foot of the bed. It wasn’t a normal sleeping arrangement for the two wealthy doctors, but they had looked pretty content when they curled up there. And her own head was resting on Paul’s gently breathing chest. She was able to make out the outline of his face. Even in slumber, he had a goofy grin on his face. Looking at him made Tara smile. She traced the outline of his mouth with one finger. Then she held her hand in front of her face, her gaze caught by a little golden band wrapped around her finger. She looked at Paul’s hand, barely able to make out a similar ring on his right hand. ‘I’ve certainly had an interesting week. Now, all I have to do is explain this to my parents,’ she thought. ------------ ------------- A week earlier . . . ------------ ------------- Keira was staring out her bedroom door at the young woman sitting on the couch. Her boyfriend of the last several months, Nick (who was also the ship’s HR director), was giving her a shoulder rub. She was worried about Tara. And it wasn’t her usual worry. Months earlier, Tara had escaped a potential rape attempt that had messed up her mind a bit. Keira was still thankful that Nick had shown up when he did. The former military man had quickly subdued Tara’s would-be attacker. But to some degree, damage had already been done. With some counseling, however, Tara had rebounded as strong (and possibly hornier) as ever. But certain things were changing that she wasn’t handling well. First of all, Keira had become more attached to Nick in the last three months. And while they had a semi-open relationship, particularly when it came to Keira and Tara, the older woman WAS becoming slightly less available. Sometimes she crashed over at Nick’s rather than her own bed. She and Tara had discussed things a while back and while the younger girl was actually happy for Keira, she was still slightly jealous. Keira realized it was something that Tara would just have to live with, and she figured that her young lover would probably do just fine. But Paul was another matter. Paul had been Tara’s best male friend and favorite male sexual companion for a long time. He had been there whenever she needed him, and maybe Tara had been taking that for granted. But around the time Tara had gone into counseling, Paul had started having a bit of a personal crisis. His siblings were both married and reproducing, and he was getting increased pressure from his parents to follow suit. And to some degree, he truly wanted to find someone special. So he and Tara had agree that while they would continue to be sex partners, that would probably have to halt if Paul found someone more serious. Tara had become a free spirit . . . okay, she had become a nymphomaniac . . . and wasn’t looking to be “the one” for just one person. Well, about two months earlier, Paul had met someone during shore leave, and they had started dating like a traditional couple. Tara had smiled and tried to be supportive, but Keira saw right through it. She was jealous: almost dangerously so. Keira had tried to talk to her about it, but Tara refused to acknowledge it. So Tara had responded by agreeing to go on a date of her own. She had been asked out by some guy she met at the grocery store a couple days earlier, and she had accepted. Keira was worried that Tara was doing something rash, and for all the wrong reasons. And she had to admit, Keira was a little jealous as well. “Did you want to go talk to her?” Nick asked softly. Keira smiled. Nick was incredibly perceptive . . . for a man. While slightly over a decade her senior, the two of them fit together very well. Nick was a nice, caring man who had been screwed over by his previous wife, and Keira was a fun loving girl who intended on making him forget all his woes. “I’m not sure what good it will do,” she muttered. “She loves Paul. And she won’t admit it, and now she’s going to go out with some other guy. You know she’s just trying to see if she can get a rise out of him.” “I know. But she’s barely nineteen now. She’s bound to act childish from time to time. You can’t protect her from that.” “Yes I can. Just watch me.” Keira turned her head and kissed Nick. She didn’t want him to stop, but she probably should go talk to Tara. She got up and headed out to the living room. Out on the couch, Tara was fuming. She knew she was being immature, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t even remember the name of the guy she had a date with, but it really didn’t much matter. No matter how she tried to rationalize it, she couldn’t escape one simple fact: she wanted to make Paul jealous. Of course, it would have helped if he were there so that he COULD BE jealous, but he wasn’t. He was out with . . . with HER. He and Julia had decided to go catch a move. ‘Julia,’ Tara thought bitterly. ‘What kind of name is that anyway? Sounds like a kind of juice.’ She sighed. Now she knew she was being petty. What was worse that she actually kind of liked the girl. Paul had dropped by with her a number of times and despite Tara’s best attempts to hate her, she just couldn’t. Tara wasn’t a hateful person by nature, and Julia was . . . well . . . nice. Tara had often found herself having genuinely pleasant conversations with the girl, only to mentally kick herself later for “conversing with the enemy.” “Hey hon,” Keira said, plopping her lovely butt down on the seat next to Tara. “Hey,” Tara said. “You look nice,” her friend said. Tara had gone with her old tried-and-true favorite of skin-tight jeans and a babydoll tee-shirt. She didn’t have much by way of breasts, but she had a cute little ass and a child-like innocence, and that outfit displayed both. She probably had a tiny little g-string under those pants, and Keira resisted the urge to find out. “Thanks. You look great, as always. You two goin’ out?” “Yeah. Nick is actually taking me to Boardwalk’s Best for dinner.” Tara’s eyes opened. “La-dee-dah! That place is nice!” Tara glanced over Keira’s shoulder at Nick. “Of course, you KNOW he’ll be wanting sex in exchange.” Keira smiled. “He’d be getting that if he took me to McDonalds and he knows it.” She hugged Tara. “You have your cell phone with you? Just in case anything comes up?” Tara blushed. Keira was still a little protective of the younger girl. Tara assumed it was because of what had happened with Carlos. But Tara was a big girl. Admittedly, she had never really dated much before. She had gone from shy girl to raging nympho in a very short time, bypassing a number of normal teenage rituals. “Yeah, I’ve got it. You coming back here or crashing at Nick’s tonight?” “Here. I’ve got some stuff I wanted to do around the house in the morning, so sleeping here will save me a trip. You want to help me with the gardening? I figure we need to get this done quick. When we ship out next week, we’re gonna be gone for a month this time.” “God, don’t remind me. Yeah, I’ll help.” Just then, they heard a car pull up out front and someone started honking their horn. “I think that’s my date.” Keira was already not liking this. She HATED it when the guy wouldn’t even come to the door. She glanced at Nick, and he went to the window. He made a mental note of the car’s license plate. Then he gave Tara a quick hug before she headed out the door. He had to make it quick, because the longer he held that young woman, the harder it became to walk straight. She had that kind of effect on people. ------------ ------------------ Several hours later . . . ------------ ------------------ “Just let me get the door open you horny, horny man!” Keira giggled as she struggled to get her keys from her purse. The two of them had been enjoying a wonderful evening, and Keira was more than just a bit tipsy. The two of them had left their movie early to come back and get horizontal. Finally she got the door open, and immediately realized that their plans were subject to change. Tara was sitting on the couch in the dark, illuminated only by the light from the television. Keira got a sinking feeling. “Please don’t let it be ‘Thelma and Louise’,” she muttered under her breath. “Hey! You’re home early,” she said a bit louder. She walked towards the couch and saw the pint of ice cream sitting on the television tray. And sure enough, ‘Thelma and Louise’ was on the screen. Keira sat down. “Date didn’t go well?” Keira had discovered that this particular movie was one that Tara watched when she was mad at a man or at men in general. And ice cream was a catalyst for her irritation. Tara glared at her buxom friend, while Nick sat down on the other side of her. “No, it didn’t,” she said, turning back to the television. “What a jackass! Guess where he took me? Just guess!” Keira started to open her mouth, then Tara continued. “Long John Silvers! We live next to the friggin’ ocean, and he takes me to a cheap-ass seafood-wannabe-restaurant! I . . . ooh!” she added, reached for the ice cream container and devouring the few remaining bites. “That’s it?” Keira asked, then realized that Tara hadn’t been done. She’d just been taking a pit stop. “Noooo,” Tara drawled, “he talked about himself the entire time! He told me in great detail about the time that he almost met Lemmy from Motorhead and how he tried out to be the drummer for Spinal Tap! Then he talked about his car! And then he tried to convince me to give him head while he was driving me home! That son of a bitch!” “Well, you went down on Karen while she was driving,” Keira said, then wished she stayed quiet. “I know Karen! I’d known Karen for a while! And he was so . . . so slimy about it! I’m not that much of a . . . okay, maybe I’m close to being that much of a slut . . . oh God, I AM a slut! No wonder Paul isn’t interested in me anymore!” Tara grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. All Keira could hear after that was mumbling. Keira reached over and slowly removed the ice cream container and handed it to Nick, motioned towards the fridge with her head. She was grinning a little bit. At least Tara was being slightly honest with the real reason she was mad. Admittedly, it sounded like a horrible date, but Tara probably would have been a lot more willing to give it a go if she had been looking at it as a real date. “There, there,” Keira crooned. She picked up the remote and turned off the television. “Sweetheart, you’re going to have to make up your mind. Do you want him or not?” Tara pulled her face up from her pillow. “Of course I want him! But if I get him the way he wanted two months ago, I lose you! And I don’t want to lose you! And I’m losing you to Nick! Admittedly, Nick is hot and I love him to death. And don’t tell me I’m not losing you. I’m . . . I’m glad you guys are okay with you and me still . . . you know . . . but you like him, and I WANT you two to be happy.” “We are happy,” Keira said, pulling the younger girl’s head until it rested on Keira’s bountiful bosom. “And Paul still loves you. You know that. But he has to figure things out. If Julia is part of the solution, you may just have to accept that.” “Stop making sense and just cater to my insecurity,” Tara mumbled. Nick had been very quiet through these entire proceedings. He wished he could reassure the young woman as to the idea of losing Keira. That particular woman had been very clear how fond she was of her young charge. And he could tell just by looking how close they were. And the sight of them cuddled together like that was more than a bit arousing. “Listen,” he said at last, looking at Keira. He got a little lump in his throat when he did. The busty maid had made him a very happy man in the last few months. “Did you want me to take off? Give you girls a chance to do some man-bashing outside of the company of the enemy?” “Don’t be silly,” Tara said sniffling. “I’ll grab a blanket and let you get to doing what you were planning on doing. And I’ll finish my movie, if you two don’t mind . . .” As the young woman reached for the remote control, Keira grabbed her hand and redirected it to Nick’s crotch. “Keira!” Tara and Nick said together. “Oh please,” the older woman said with a snort, “Nick’s been getting hard sitting her watching us, and I already know you think he’s hot. And since as I’ve said, and I’m forced now to repeat, that I’m FAR from done with you, I thought we might cheer you up by fucking your brains out.” “Keira, you don’t have to keep offering me sex every time I get depressed,” Tara said. But Keira noticed that even as Tara’s eyes locked on to those of her friend, her hand had almost instinctively begun stroking Nick’s massive tool gently through his jeans. She was a nymphomaniac all right. But at least she had some taste. “I offer you sex when you’re depressed, happy, or somewhere in between. That’s because I like sex with you. And as I recall, Nick didn’t exactly object to sticking his big . . . hard . . . cock in your tight little holes.” Tara knew that Keira was cheating. Her friend knew that the younger woman was easily aroused, particularly by someone talking dirty. And the feeling of hardness and warm emanating from Nick’s slacks was mind-boggling. “But you guys had your own plans and . . . and . . . it’s so fucking big,” she moaned, rubbing a little harder. Nick liked Paul, but sometimes he wondered what that young man was thinking. Tara was the single most sexual person he had ever met, and she particularly enjoyed being involved in threesomes with a large-breasted sex-pot like Keira. Nick was more than happy to fill in wherever he could, no pun intended. Tara was a little sex fiend, and Nick had no problem reaping the benefits of her arousal. He unzipped his slacks and let Tara slide her little hand inside, where she vainly tried to encircle the entire circumference of his sizeable cock. Her hand felt so warm and her touch so gentle, but prior experience told him that was probably going to change soon. Her skin was already becoming flushed with excitement, and her other hand was grabbing one of Keira’s tits through that woman’s tube-top. “See?” Keira started. “We can still have fun with our little friend,” she added, nibbling on Tara’s ear and kissing her neck. “Our sexy, horny little friend.” Tara’s logical brain was slowly turning off so that the primal portion could take over. “Take your pants off,” she whispered to Nick. “I want to see it!” Nick did as he was asked, pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He was left sitting there with all ten inches of manhood sticking straight up in the air. Tara’s hand began stroking his erection with increased fervor. “It’s big enough for both of us,” Keira said as she stood up. “Now bring our toy into the bedroom so we can play with him,” she instructed. She strode to king-sized bed, taking off her clothes as she went. Everyone else who crashed at the house was out, so they had a little bit of time uninterrupted. Tara led Nick into the bedroom while holding his cock. Once inside, she closed the door and quickly got naked herself. Nick wrapped his muscular arms around her and slid his dick between her legs, letting the shaft slide across her opening until the head poked out on the other side. Keira quickly knelt and sucked the swollen head into her mouth. Nick’s hands were pinching the nipples of Tara’s tiny breasts, making her squirm. Tara had to hand it to Keira: the older girl always knew how to cheer Tara up. Keira would give Nick head for a moment, then move on to sucking on Tara’s clit before moving back and starting the whole process over again. “Your dick tastes better with her juices on it, did you know that?” Keira asked of her boyfriend. “She’s such a tasty little girl,” she added. She reached underneath and grabbed is testicles lightly, then went back to sucking on the portion of the shaft poking out from between Tara’s legs. Then Nick pulled his rod back, drawing Keira’s lips towards Tara’s nether opening. Without missing a beat, Keira’s tongue slid inside and started exploring. “ . . . a tasty little girl,” she said again. After Nick pulled his ten inches back, he slid it up Tara’s ass crack and humped the girl that way. He wrapped his arms around her narrow waist and held her tight. She responded by wrapping her legs around Keira’s head and grinding her pussy against the older girl’s hungry lips. “Eat me,” Tara said while squirming. “Stick your tongue up inside me. I wanna cum on your face.” “I forgot how nasty of girl we have here,” Nick replied as Keira’s tongue went into overdrive. His girlfriend (a term he found kind of odd considering he was in his early forties) seemed to be making her pie-eating as noisy as possible. But that’s the way Tara liked it. Tara was being held aloft my Nick’s strong arms while her inner sex was thoroughly explored. Keira wanted to make Tara’s wish come true, so she stuck a thumb in the girl’s pussy while pushing two fingers into that tight little ass, then sucked on the girl’s clit. She alternated between sucking on that and the girl’s fleshy inner labia. And once she got two fingers pistoning Tara’s ass a little more smoothly, she pushed in a third. By the time the night was over, she was determined to see Nick’s massive tool break down that tiny back door. This is the way Tara liked it. She was being poked and prodded from almost every possible angle. But there was something missing. “I need something in my mouth,” she moaned. “Nick can I suck your cock? PLEASE? I really need it!” Nick helped Keira spin the girl around so that she went back first onto the bed with her legs hanging over the edge and over Keira’s shoulders. And Keira never even broke her stride. She just kept licking and sucking and prodding. But Nick was able to climb onto the bed and straddle the young woman’s body, lifting himself up into a push-up position and thrusting his fleshy pole into her waiting lips. Almost immediately, Tara started to hum contentedly. She inched more and more of his cock down her throat. She was only able to accommodate about half of it before she gagged, but she grasped his buttocks and wouldn’t let him withdraw until she had forced another inch down her throat. After that, he was allowed to start a slow, methodical tempo of filling her mouth with his cock. Down south, Keira was getting closer to her first goal of the evening. She sucked hard on Tara’s clit and thrust harder with her fingers and thumb. Soon, all those digits were captured as Tara’s sphincter and cunt closed ranks as she began to climax. She was almost screaming in pleasure directly into Nick’s flesh-tube, which didn’t bother Nick at all. All Ashore Ch. 06 “There we go baby,” Keira said as she lapped up Tara’s girl-cum. “Just what you ordered.” She buried her face between Tara’s thighs, rubbing her face over the girl’s opening until her face glistened. Nick pulled out so Tara could see Keira’s shiny face down between her legs. “Am I pretty? Do I look pretty with your slut-cum on my face?” Keira licked Tara’s slot a couple more times. “So pretty,” Tara cooed. “Come here and kiss me. Nick, fuck her while she kisses me.” Keira crawled leisurely down until she was face to face with the young harlot. Tara wrapped her legs around her lover while Nick stood at the end of the bed and thrust himself deep into Keira’s box. “He’s so big,” Keira said before locking lips with Tara. Their tongues danced for a moment, then they broke for air. “He’s filling me up down there,” she moaned. More kissing. “Imagine how it’s going to feel when he sticks it up there,” she added, shoving one hand under Tara’s body so she could grab her ass. Tara bit her bottom lip. She had never taken anything as big as Nick down there, but she was bound and determined to try. “You want that, don’t you?” asked Keira, followed by another game of tonsil hockey. “You want his big cock in your ass. You want him to fuck you there until you scream. God, he’s fucking me so hard! He’s gonna make me cum . . .” After hammering her for several minutes, Nick was doing just that. And when Keira came, her whole body jiggled. Tara grabbed those massive melons and sucked on one of the nipples while Keira came down from her sexual high. Tara knew what was coming, but she didn’t want to let go of Keira’s tits. She envied the older girl for her buxom form, and she loved playing with those luscious fun-bags. “I think our little whore has gotten sidetracked,” Keira noticed. “Nick honey, why don’t you keep that nice and wet until she’s ready.” Nick started pumping again. Between Keira’s mouth, Tara’s mouth and Keira’s cunt, he knew he wouldn’t last very long when the main event rolled around. So he took it slow and steady as he fucked his woman some more. Tara’s hands and lips were all over Keira’s breasts, but the vastness of them made it impossible for the young woman to contain them totally. But she was enjoying trying. Finally she was ready. Tara rolled Keira onto her back and straddled her upper thighs, leaving her head directly above Keira’s chest. It also left her sticking her butt in the air. “Nick, I need to get filled. Now!” When Tara was horny, she was insistent. Nick had briefly missed the feeling of Keira’s box around his private part when Tara had repositioned her, but he knew he wouldn’t be missing it for long. He plunged into Tara’s twat a couple of times to get his member just a little more slick, then he began the slow push into her little pink rosebud. For her part, Tara had latched onto Keira’s nipples again, sucking them for all they she was worth as her sphincter began to stretch to previously unknown proportions. While uncomfortable at first, Tara had become a veteran of getting fucked in the road-less-traveled, and she was able to handle it better than some others. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like the dickens for a bit. Even after the head had passed through the outer ring, she was still holding onto Keira’s breasts for dear life. Keira wrapped her legs around Tara’s waist, holding her in place. Tara could have told her that wasn’t necessary. She wasn’t going anywhere. With a final gasp, Nick “bottomed out.” He had gone as far as he could go. The pressure was incredible, and he had to stop just to concentrate on NOT cumming immediately. It took several minutes for Tara’s backside to relax enough that he could move more freely. He grabbed the girl’s hips and began to move. It was quite possibly the tightest fit he had ever found himself in. Again, he wondered what Paul was thinking by potentially losing out on a girl like Tara. Tara looked up from Keira’s breasts so she could look over her shoulder with unadulterated lust in her eyes. “Harder! Please?!? I need your big fuckin’ dick to fuck me hard in my little asshole!” Then she turned and began sucking on those wonderful, hard nipples of Keira’s again. And Nick found himself pounding away a lot less gently than he had originally intended. Keira finally broke away from Tara’s greedy lips and squirmed out from under her. Then she got beside her while Tara propped herself up with her arms. Keira reached underneath and slide her fingers into Tara’s juicy pussy. She curled those fingers forward until she thought she had found Tara’s special spot, and she stimulated it mercilessly as Nick jack-hammered her behind. Nick was a stud, but he could only take so much, and his ten-inch pleasure-pole had been stuck in just about everything on that bed. He buried his meat and blasted a huge load of jizz deep into Tara’s backside. “I feel it,” Tara groaned. “I feel his sperm in my behind. He made me all sticky!” “I’m sure he did,” Keira giggled. As Nick extricated himself, Keira wrapped Tara up in her arms, and Nick lay down on the other side. As her lovers made small talk, Tara could only think that it had been too long since she had lay between two people like that. But as sweet as Nick was, it just didn’t feel quite the same. Tara began to entertain thoughts that she never would have considered before. She wanted Paul back in her bed, and she knew she might have to do something extreme to get him there. ------------- ------------- The next day . . . ------------- ------------- Paul wandered into the house sometime around noon. He had crashed at Julia’s house the previous night. It had been a . . . strange evening, but one in which he had achieved a kind of peace he hadn’t known in a while. He took a quick inventory of bodies in the house. Jeff and a couple other guys were on the sofa playing Playstation 2, while Sunny was coming in from the back yard after a morning of tanning. He saw Nick in the kitchen making lunch, which probably meant that Keira was in the bedroom recovering from sex. He grinned. He had to admit that Keira and Nick were a pretty good fit. He wandered into the bedroom where Keira was sitting next to her computer, paying the monthly bills. “Hey Romeo,” she said, looking at his disheveled appearance. “Hey Top Heavy,” he responded, giving her a hug. He glanced around. “She’s not here,” Keira said with a sad smile. She liked Paul, and thought he would’ve made a good first boyfriend for Tara. She figured he was still having difficulty being around her sometime while still trying to be faithful to his new girl. “Where’d she go?” “University of California at Springfield. She’s picking up some applications stuff and some financial aid forms.” Paul was stunned. “She’s going to school?” “No, she just enjoys collecting paperwork. It’s her new hobby,” Keira returned, a bit bitterly. Tara had pretty much laid that bombshell on her and Nick that very morning, and Keira was just a bit unhappy. Not that Tara was thinking about getting an education, but that the older girl might go for weeks or even months without seeing her friend. “How can she go to school and work for . . . She’s quitting, isn’t she?” “I assume so. I’m still a little confused by it all. She said something about needing to get a little more serious about her life. I wonder where THAT damn fool idea came from.” Paul sat on the bed with his face in his hands. “I . . . I . . .” Suddenly, words escaped him. Keira was sympathetic to his plight. She moved over and wrapped an arm over his shoulders. “She’s a sweet girl. A little headstrong, but sweet. Maybe it’s for the best. I don’t mind where we work, but I guarantee that if I had to do it all over again, I probably would have gone to college. Besides,” she added, kissing him on the forehead, “she probably thinks you might like her again if she settles down a bit.” “I like her the way she is!” Paul exclaimed. “I know. She’s a young girl who got used to having everything she ever wanted, and now she doesn’t get to have it. But at least this is a constructive outlet, so . . .” “No, you don’t get it. I . . . she . . .” Paul looked towards the door. “Listen, you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone about this until I’m ready. ESPECIALLY Tara.” Keira’s interest was understandably piqued. And as Paul began to speak, she found herself staring at him slack-jawed and eyes as wide as saucers. ------------ ------------- A few hours later . . . ------------ ------------- Tara felt stupid. She had spent all morning and into the afternoon on the university campus. She had talked with some people at the admissions office and a few students and found herself feeling like the simple country bumpkin that she had been a year ago. But she was betting that these were the types of people that Paul would like: educated and stable. She knew that this wasn’t just about him though. She had never planned on being a maid on a cruise ship forever. As much fun as she’d been having for the last year, it was time to grow up. She got out of the cab and walked up towards the house. She had a pile of folders and pamphlets in her hands. She wondered if she’d be allowed to stay there anymore once she wasn’t working on board the ship anymore. She put aside negative thoughts. Tara knew how Keira felt about her, and she knew it might be useful to have someone around full time. But Tara couldn’t shake the feeling of how lonely it would be there with the rest of the Lounge Gang out to see while she stayed ashore. As she walked in, everyone was gone. It didn’t surprise her. Most of them would come staggering in late in the evening after hours of errands and assorted debaucheries. Tara smiled. Her friends were weird, but she loved them for it. She heard some noise in the bedroom and went to investigate. Keira and Paul were sitting on the bed, talking much as they had been for several hours. Keira was the first to see the newcomer. That was when things got confusing. Her eyes lit up, she sprung to her feet, hugged Tara and ran out of the room, closing both doors behind her. “What the fuck . . .” Tara started. Then she turned to Paul, who was looking very nervous about something. “What’s going on?” “She and I were just having a little chat,” Paul explained unnecessarily. He looked at the paperwork she was carrying. “So, when did this burning desire to go back to school come about?” “Heard about that hunh? I don’t know. I just figured that I’d had my fun and taken my break. Time to figure out what I want to do with my life.” Paul looked her over. “Why?” “Uhm.” Tara wasn’t sure what the question meant. “Because . . . because that’s what I’m supposed to do now. Isn’t it?” She wanted to scream out that it was so he might be attracted to her again, but she couldn’t. She just kept her happy-smile pasted on and continued. “I thought you loved your job.” “I . . . Well, I love being on the ship, but I could probably live without being a maid. Don’t tell Keira. I just don’t see a future in that. Nick has offered to transfer me into human resources, but everyone else there has some kind of education. I don’t. And I can’t get one unless I stay on shore. And . . . and I need to expand my horizons.” She wanted to add, ‘And because I want you and everyone else to see me as something besides the little slut I’ve become.’ “I think that’s pretty fucking cool. But . . but I want you to answer this completely honesty. Does what happened between you and me enter into this?” Paul waited patiently for her to answer. She sat down dejectedly on the bed. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to him now. “Yes. I . . . Fuck, I know you’re with Julia now and that I shouldn’t be . . . reacting like this. But . . . I want to be a woman now. I want to be responsible so that you . . . guys like you might be interested in me. I want to feel I can do something more than clean toilets and give head. I want to be . . . dignified or sophisticated or some shit like that.” Tara’s eyes were watering up and she was starting to sniffle. ‘Great,’ she thought. ‘I must look REAL fucking attractive right now.’ “As I said, I think that’s a great idea,” Paul returned. “But we already think you’re more than that. Everyone does. Especially me. Nick is right about one thing. You’d be great in human resources. You make everyone feel good, and it’s not just because you’re dynamite in the sack. You really care about absolutely everybody that’s even a halfway decent person. That’s the reason people obsess about you. It’s the reason people fall in love with you. It’s certainly the reason that I fell in love with you.” Tara couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh, cry, or pull her hair out by the roots. “But you’re with Julia now. I don’t want to interfere. She’s so sweet really, and . . .” “Yes, she’s sweet. She and I are still going to be friends even though we’ve broken up.” “What?!? But why? She’s educated, she’s got a plan for her life, and you two look cute together.” “But the chemistry isn’t there the way it’s supposed to be. We both knew it, but neither of us wanted to bring it up. We got along all right, but that wasn’t enough. She wanted someone a little more . . . focused, and I didn’t want to try and turn her into something she wasn’t meant to be . . . you. Tara, it’s not that I’m not READY to grow up. I just don’t want to. I know my brother and sister are happy being married. But my brother used to sniff paint and my sister chain smokes. I’m not either of them, and I’m not going to be any happier if I tried to be like them.” He took Tara’s trembling hand. “I don’t know if I love you enough to make this a fairy-tale romance, but I know that I don’t want to stop seeing you.” Then he kissed her. Tara’s brain had ceased functioning properly. She had spent all morning trying to get her life organized so that she might be able to win him back, and he had been sitting here waiting for her. And as he kissed her for the first time in months, she realized how badly she had missed him. And she kissed him back. After a few minutes of that, Paul proved that he wasn’t done. “I actually think going back to school is a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll all miss you when you’re not with us. Especially me. And Keira too, but mostly me. But you could still work for the company over the summer, and I’m sure Sam and Karen would LOVE to keep you company while we’re away.” Paul was grinning ear to ear at that comment. “But . . . but don’t you . . .” “ . . . want to become exclusive? I think it would be a tragedy if I were to keep you all to myself right now. I figured I couldn’t separate you and Keira with a crowbar, and I know how much Sam and Karen mean to you. And quite honestly, there was some stuff I tried . . . you know, with Sam . . . that I’m not sure I don’t want to try again. So, as I was sleeping on Julia’s couch last night, I formulated a brilliant plan that will make me incredibly happy, hopefully make you happy, make my parents happy and, of course, make Keira happy.” Paul got down on one knee and pulled a little velvet-covered box out of his pocket. Tara could see his hands trembling and his face was a bit pale. But his skin was probably a rainbow of color compared to hers. She couldn’t move, she could barely think, and the act of breathing seemed to be incredibly labored. “Tara, will you marry me?” At that moment, Tara passed out. --------------- ---------- A few days later . . . --------------- ---------- Tara had pretty much lost track of the last couple days. When she had come around after Paul’s proposal, she had found herself staring up at Paul and Keira who had been hovering over her anxiously. Keira actually looked giddy when she saw that her young friend was alright, and was waiting to see what Tara’s answer was going to be. Tara had found herself staring at Keira, afraid of what this would all mean between the two women. But Paul had another surprise. He had been thinking about Sam and Karen’s marriage and that had been encouraging for him. That was a couple who used sexual exploration to make their relationship better rather than let it tear them apart, and that was what Paul wanted. They would be swingers. As long as they were both honest with each other and showed some common sense, they were open to pursue “extra-curricular” activities. And that meant that Keira was still fair game as long as she and Tara wanted. Tara was shocked. Paul was offering her everything, just for an opportunity to keep her in his life. Somewhere during the subsequent blowjob, she said “yes” to his proposal. Sam and Karen had insisted on holding the impromptu wedding at their house, and Captain Cooper would be performing the ceremony. Tara was being completely in the dark as to the plans. All she knew is that everyone was wandering around with mischievous grins on their faces and she was being told that it would be a marriage of “Tara proportions.” Tara wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but she guessed it was naughty. When she showed up that morning, she had been put in a wedding “dress” that probably had never appeared in Modern Bride Magazine. The dress barely made it past her ass, and the only thing she had on underneath it was a white g-string. All her friends from the Lounge Gang were in attendance, as well as Sam and Karen and a number of their swinger friends. And the whole thing was being catered by a number of very handsome looking young men who were dressed (or undressed) like male strippers. Tara had been licking her lips in anticipation of the post-ceremony activities. Paul was dressed in black slacks and a white silk poet’s shirt, and was looking absolutely delicious. He had asked Sam to be his best man, Sam being Paul’s only sexual partner up to that point. Keira, of course, was the maid of honor. The ceremony was short and sweet. Tara felt as bashful and girly as someone could while dressed like a stripper-bride. She was blushing furiously as she and Paul exchanged rings and vows, and she thought her heart was going to explode in her chest when Paul finally kissed his bride. Sam turned up his stereo so they could all have some music to dance to, and Paul took Tara for a twirl. Tara would later dance with Nick, the Captain and a number of her friends before Keira got her turn. “So, has it sunk in yet?” Tara’s busty friend whispered into the young woman’s ear. “I’m married!” Tara whispered back excitedly. She was still somewhat dumfounded by the whole thing, but she knew she was happy. “To Paul! And . . . and I still get to have you!” Keira smiled, then nibbled on Tara’s ear. “Paul is such a lucky man! I’m SO glad he pulled his heat out of that cute butt of his. Speaking of cute butts . . .” she said, running her hands up under Tara’s skirt in the middle of the dance area and grabbing Tara’s posterior, “I’ve got a feeling Paul might be due for a piece of this, don’t you?” Tara looked around. A number of people had noticed Keira’s wandering hands, and all of them were smiling. No one there was living under the pretense that these two youngsters were going to have a traditional wedding. Tara saw Paul nearby, grinning from ear to ear. He wandered up and wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close. She could feel his hardness and his heat emanating from his pants, and she couldn’t help but grind her crotch against his. She felt herself flushing again, but for entirely different reasons than before. “Oh would you two just fuck?!?” Keira said, loudly and exasperatedly. “Everyone else is waiting on you!” All Ashore Ch. 06 The crowd erupted in laughter. Tara giggled, blushed, then wrapped her legs around Paul’s waist and kissed him deeply. She felt him fumbling beneath her, but she distinctly heard the sound of a zipper being opened. She quickly reached down and pushed her panties aside so that he could enter her. Right there in front of everyone, her “husband’s” cock was inside her. The crowd cheered again and clothes started hitting the floor and the tables and everything available. Even the handsome young waiters were getting into the act. Tara wasn’t surprised. That was undoubtedly the real reason they had been hired. Keira and Sunny were taking turns blowing Nick, while Karen was becoming acquainted with Captain Cooper’s shaft. Sam and the rest of the gang paired off indiscriminately. But all Tara cared about at that moment was feeling her husband deep inside her. Paul started off slow, enjoying the closeness the two were feeling. But when Tara started sucking on his neck, his hips began thrusting upward much more rapidly. Sex while standing up was exhausting, but exhilarating, and Tara was clinging to him like a second skin. “I love you Tara.” Tara looked as happy as he’d ever seen her. “I love you too. Now fuck harder!” He smiled. That was the girl he had wanted to marry. Sweet and horny. He grabbed her ass with both hands and fucked her as hard as he could. He had forgotten how tight Tara’s pussy was, and he almost couldn’t believe how close he had come to never experiencing it again. “My little slut wife,” he muttered to her. “Do you have any idea how many people here want to fuck you?” Tara bit her bottom lip and shook her head. Paul kissed her. “All of them. But I get you first.” He lay her down on the grass and quickened his pace. “I get to cum inside you before anyone gets a chance.” “I want you to. I want you to fuck me and cum in me so bad!” Tara said. “I want your first load to be inside your nasty little wife!” She reached around and inserted a couple of fingers into his tight rectum. She wanted to see him split open back there some time tonight, but she wanted him to expend himself in her first. Soon, he was moaning as her fingers stimulated his prostate. “Fucking little minx,” he groaned. “I’m cumming inside you.” She wasn’t sure if she had been subconsciously holding back or if the excitement of them moment was too much, but she felt herself climaxing right along side him. As he pumped a gallon of good into her warm hole, she was trembling and clamping down as she came. For a moment, they just clung to each other. Then they locked lips again. Paul looked over at Keira. She and Sunny had Nick on his back, and Keira was riding Nick’s face while Sunny had all ten inches of his manhood in her cunt. Paul admired Sunny’s incredibly hard body, and was looking forward to sampling it later. But first, he had to make sure his bride was taken care of while he recovered. He helped Tara to her feet and carried her over to Keira. “Hey, anyone want to have a go at a slightly used, very nasty little girl?” he said, looking into his woman’s eyes. Sunny reluctantly removed herself from on top of Nick’s dick. “I think we’ve cleared a place for her.” She and Paul grabbed Tara, stripped her naked as the day she was born and lowered her cunt-first onto Nick’s massive rod. “Fuck it’s big! Oh I’m such a dirty whore! But I have such a perfect husband!” Paul knelt beside them and kissed Tara as she became the recipient of some deep-dick action from Nick. He lay next to them and propped himself up on one elbow while another man fucked his wife on their wedding day. Keira stood up and pushed her crotch into Tara’s face. “I think you know what to do. Eat me while my boyfriend fucks you!” Tara groaned and took a long slow lick right up the middle, spreading Keira’s inner lips as she went. She stopped at the top, sucking on Keira’s clit before burying her tongue back in the cleft. She loved Keira’s pussy. She absolutely loved it. And she loved Nick’s enormous beef stick in her pussy, and she loved that her husband Paul was watching. She thrust her tongue in deeper, timing it to go along with Nick’s thrusts. Sunny, noticing that Nick’s face was free, sat on it. She made sure she was facing Keira’s back though. She grabbed her friend’s ass cheeks and spread them, slipping her tongue in for a little rimming action. It was Keira’s turn to moan. While Sunny was technically straight, she had proven willing to delve into some lesbian action as long as there was no attempt to make it an emotional attachment, and she had found herself quite able to enjoy it. And after being orally pleasured by Keira on a number of occasions, she was quite happy to return the favor. Paul saw Sam and waved him over. With Tara distracted, he motioned towards the girl’s young ass. Sam smiled and went to grab on of many bottles of lubricant that were circulating and after a little self-lubrication, pushed his cock slowly into her ass. Tara was in heaven. She glanced back over her shoulder to see who was filling her backside and she smiled at Sam. About a year earlier, she had been a shy girl who had been asked to watch Sam and his wife Karen had sex. Sam had taken Tara’s virginity less than a week later and the two had been friends ever since. And his dick felt nice in her behind. With Nick in her pussy, she felt full. As her two male lovers developed a rhythm, stretching out her cunt and asshole, she went back to licking Keira’s sweet sex. Sunny was actually the next to orgasm as Nick explored her honeypot with his tongue. But Keira grabbed her hair and held Sunny’s face against her ass, “encouraging” her friend to continue her annilingus action as she came on Nick’s face. Keira was far off herself, and soon the combined front-and-backdoor tongue action of her two friends had her quaking like California on a bad day. She made sure to smear as much of her girl-juice on Tara’s face as humanly possible. “That’s what she likes,” Keira crooned. “She likes getting her face sticky and shiny.” “I love it. I want more!” Tara said. “I think that can be arranged,” came another voice. Tara looked over and saw the buxom Karen. For a woman in her forties, Karen could still make heads turn with her fit body and store-bought, 36-C chest. She had white fluid leaking out the sides of her mouth. She had just let Captain Cooper blast a load in her mouth, now she was looking for a piece of the bride. Keira moved aside so that Karen could stand in front of Tara and be the recipient of the young girl’s oral talents. But Keira positioned herself behind Karen, sticking her index finger from one hand in the older woman’s rectum while reaching around and grasping one of those firm tits with her other hand. Those two women had put on a dynamite show on Karen’s pool table many months earlier, and they probably wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. “God you’re hot!” Keira said, sucking on Karen’s ear while fingering her anus and twisting her nipples. Karen held Keira’s hand on her breast. “You REALLY need to drop by more often,” she said. “And bring her with you,” she added, looking down at the blushing bride buried between her thighs. “Will do.” Tara felt Nick stop his pumping motion. “Oh boy! Man-jizz!” she exclaimed as Nick shot his load, filling her private paradise with man-goo for the second time that day. Even as his cock stayed embedded inside her, Sam upped his tempo until he too could take it no longer, filling Tara’s ass with semen. Both men twitched for a bit while Tara’s holes milked their members for every last drop they could get. But Tara wasn’t going to rest until she had Karen’s cum on her as well. She grabbed the woman’s hips and gave her all she could stand. She encircled Karen’s entire mound and sucked her lips inward until she had sucked those fleshy inner labia into her mouth, pressing them together with her lips. And with Keira’s fingers up Karen’s ass, she knew that she had the older woman on the ropes. “You two are such a good team,” Karen said, moaning as her muscles tightened up and her anus captured Keira’s fingers. Tara’s tongue went into overdrive as the juices began to flow from Karen’s sex and Tara got more of the sexy skin-cream she craved. Paul was amazed at his wife’s capacity for sex. It was more than a bit arousing. The fact that Sunny had started sucking on his dick helped him get hard again. As the pile of flesh next to him began sorting itself out, the California hardbody climbed on his revitalized prick and Sunny started riding him. She pulled his head towards her breasts so that he could suck on her pert nipples while she rode her stallion. He noticed that Karen was signaling to a number of the young “caterers” she had hired for the party. He knew what was coming up. Tara found herself surrounding by cut young men, all of whom were still sporting impressive erections. Karen spoke. “Now it’s time for my wedding present to the young couple. But we need to make sure their packages are ready. Girls . . .” The young men gathered around and started feeding their cocks to Sunny, Keira and Karen. Sunny was busy trying to keep her tempo going while pleasing one of the half-dozen men who had shown up. Karen and Keira were both getting titty-fucked while simultaneously blowing other guys. But that left one newcomer unattended, so Tara swooped in, kneeling in front of him and sucking his beautiful eight-inch shaft into her mouth. Karen had picked a nice selection of men to bring to the party. All of them were well built and nicely hung, and had a wide-range of ethnic backgrounds. As she took about six inches of than man’s pleasure pole into her hungry throat, she was thankful she had friends like Karen. “Okay girls,” said Karen at long last, “I think it’s time.” Sunny let the cock in her mouth slide out so the owner of the shaft, a handsome young black man, could position himself behind the kneeling Tara and slide and nice, thick dick into her pussy. That was more to Tara’s liking, getting her throat and cunt filled at the same time. She noticed the other girls were stroking the remaining young men with their lips and hands keeping them hard as they waited for their turns to sample Tara’s delights. It was a pleasant feeling for the young woman, having both sets of lips stretched by warm man-flesh sliding in and out of her warm and secret places. She was surrounded by friends who would protect her and were taking great delight in her sexual display. And her best friend and husband was lying next to her watching with a devilish grin plastered on his face. Soon, Sunny was the only one left to try and keep the waiting participants hard as Keira and Karen found themselves in a lesbian sixty-nine. But Karen called one of the young caterers over and whispered into his ear before returning to licking Keira’ pussy. The young man wandered over to where Paul was laying. He was stroking his own meat, which missed the recently departed body of Sunny. Paul found an eight-inch cock positioned not more than a few inches from his face. “I told you this was my wedding present to both of you,” Karen said between licks. Paul blushed a bit. He had only tried this with one other guy, and while he had been serious about wanting to try it again, he still had a bit of performance anxiety. But the owner of the dick pushed it against Paul’s lips and slowly worked it inside. He tried remembering the things that Tara did that drove him nuts, including dragging his tongue along the sensitive underside. He got a moan of pleasure from that as the warm, velvety flesh delved into his mouth. He cradled the man’s balls and gripped his ass as he began to get a little more into the action. Soon, he was totally enchanted by the act of giving head to another man. No wonder his wife liked doing it so much! His own member was waving in the wind, but he soon felt it slide into something humid and pressurized. He glanced down to find another young man had swallowed Paul’s sword, and he seemed to be good at what he was doing. Leave it to Karen to hire real professionals. He rearranged things so that he was on all fours, with one guy beneath him sucking his dick while Paul had another warm pole penetrating his lips. Tara was getting even more turned-on. Her husband was getting it on with two handsome studs, same as she was. She loved seeing Paul taking that great big cock in his mouth. She wondered how far he’d be willing to go. She pulled away from the guy she was sucking, then positioned the guy who had been behind her on his back on the floor. She straddled him, letting his meat fill her up again, then went back to sucking the guy in front of her. She reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, waiting for someone to pick up on what she wanted. It didn’t take long before a third young man was behind her, sticking a well-lubed cock into her sphincter. All three men inside her began fucking her respective holes for all they were worth. Next to her, Paul felt he was getting the hang of things. But then he noticed the last of the caterers next to the guy he was blowing. The new man was hung! It was easily as big as Nick’s cock, and black as night to boot. Paul watched as the newcomer took Karen’s bottle of lubricant and slowly and methodically greased his pole. If Paul hadn’t been so aroused, he would have panicked. The man disappeared behind Paul, who soon felt a finger coated with lube exploring his asshole. ‘Good God!’ he thought. ‘At least he’s prepping me first!’ The man who had been sucking Paul crawled out from underneath so that he could kneel beside his friend. Paul found himself moving from one cock to the other, sucking down as much of each as he could as the man behind him prepped his backside. He felt two fingers back there now, poking and prodding and stretching his nether opening. Tara saw what was about to happen and stopped sucking cock for a moment. “I wanna see it,” she said. “I want to see my husband get fucked in the ass by a huge black cock!” The men who were using her body helped spin a bit so that she had a good view of that monster dick as it began to push its way into Paul’s backside. Paul almost passed out. Luckily for them, the two guys he was sucking on had both pulled away to avoid any teeth-related collateral damage as Paul bit gritted his teeth. He realized it would have been much worse if the man sodomizing him hadn’t actually paved the way with his fingers, but it still hurt like hell. He felt his asshole getting stretched to capacity and it was sending waves of aching through his body. Tara was enormously pleased with the resolve Paul was showing. Paul had been the first to fuck Tara in the ass, and she was happy that he was showing as much of an interest in it as she did. She momentarily went back to enjoying having her own backdoor being filled while simultaneously getting pounded in her cunt and throat. The man in her ass had also grabbed her hands and had them pinned behind her back, making her into a fuck-toy for the three of them. Apparently, Karen had instructed them as to exactly how Tara liked it. She looked over when she heard Karen squealing. Apparently, Keira had gotten the older woman off. Even as Karen worked to return the favor, her husband Sam had regained some rigidity and was pushing his way into his wife’s rump. Meanwhile, Sunny was working on bringing Nick’s massive pole back to life with her talented lips. Tara looked back to her husband. Paul’s expression was slowly turning from pained to pleasured as his ass began to relax. The man buried in that ass was finally able to start plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s violated rectum with a little more ease. Paul was also able to return to sucking the two men in front of him, albeit a bit more tentatively than before. His own rod was still hard as a rock, and he was wondering if it was possible that he might cum without even being touched down there again. The huge meat-stick in his posterior was applying tremendous pressure against his prostate, and bolts of pleasure were sweeping through him. Paul and Tara lost track of time as they acted as objects for other people’s sexual pleasure, while deriving a tremendous amount of pleasure themselves. But it wasn’t long before the man in Tara’s mouth spewed his load down her throat, filling up her mouth with her favorite candy. She sucked on his softening member a few times to make sure she got it all, then let it slide out with a “plop.” With her head free, Tara looked around again. Karen and Keira’s mutual pleasure session had ended. Now, Nick was forcing his massive pole into Karen’s mouth while Sam hammered his wife’s pussy from behind. Keira moved over so she could kneel in front of Tara, kissing the younger girl and licking the cum from her face. Then, Keira offered Tara one of those huge breasts to suck on. Tara gladly took one of those hard nipples into her mouth, just in time to feel the man underneath her fill her pussy with more cum. Meanwhile, Paul was experiencing something new. One of the men in front of him shoved his quivering cock back into Paul’s mouth just before it erupted. Paul’s mouth was full of another man’s semen for the first time, and he decided it probably wouldn’t be the last. It was very warm and had a strange texture, but was largely tasteless. But before he had a chance to decide what to do, that man pulled out so his friend could move back in, and Paul found himself with a double-shot of man-juice. There was just too much for him to handle, and some of it began leaking out of the corners of his mouth. He quickly made a decision and swallowed as much of it as he could. Then he sucked on the sensitive members in front of him like he had seen his wife do, much to the pleasure of the two young men. Soon, he was left with a single huge cock buried in his ass. Tara was in paradise. Her husband was sucking guys off, both she and Paul still had dicks in their asses, Keira’s tits were in her face, and Nick and Sam were both blasting their second loads into Karen’s body. Then, the guy behind her groan and she felt his sticky stuff filling her dark passage. She looked up at Keira. “I have cum in my ass again. I have cum everywhere in me. Does that make me bad?” Keira kissed her young friend and lover. “No, that makes you VERY bad! And VERY good as well!” Tara smiled after the kiss was over. She looked at the man who was jack-hammering her husband. “Lift him up,” she ordered. “I want his cock in my mouth while you fuck him!” The man grinned and grabbed Paul’s shoulders, lifting him up off his hands. Tara pulled forward until the cock slid out of her ass, then she greedily devoured her husband’s shaft. It seemed harder than it ever had been before. The man in back began pumping in a slightly upward direction, each thrust pushing Paul’s rigid dick deep into Tara’s throat. Paul couldn’t handle it anymore. When he came in Tara’s mouth, it might have been the biggest load of his life. The constant, wonderful pressure in his ass caused him to deposit every drop of cum in his body into his wife’s waiting lips. As his dick quivered and blasted, his asshole tightened a little bit, and the guy behind him warned Paul that he was about to get a present. Paul had felt the way his own member pulsed when he came, but that was only the second time he had felt another man release his jizz into Paul’s behind. The man pumped a few more times, then slowly withdrew from Paul’s backside. Tara raised her head and kissed Paul on the lips, letting him taste a bit of his own cum before swallowing the rest down. Around them, the crown started to applaud. Keira was actually a little teary-eyed. All Ashore Ch. 06 “They look so good together,” she said, resting her head on Nick’s shoulder. --------------- ----------------- A few hours later . . . --------------- ----------------- After the orgy had relented, Karen had paid the young caterers and sent them on their way. A few of them left their numbers in case anyone wanted their services again. The black man who had ass-fucked Paul left his number with the young couple as well, and Tara was willing to bet that Paul would be quite willing to call somewhere down the road. Then they had gotten cleaned up a bit, and they had all crashed out in Karen and Sam’s bedroom. Sunny actually went home with one of the caterers, leaving three couples on one huge bed. They had all chatted and giggled as, one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Tara was the last one awake, staring at her friends and her husband, trying to wrap her head around the direction her life had taken her. She was happy. She didn’t know how long it would all last, but she would enjoy it while she could. And the last thing she noticed before sleep finally claimed her was the gleam of the golden ring and the breathing of her husband. ------------- --------------- The End . . .