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Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 01

By: oldhippie1949



What wonderful reaction to my last two stories, "Answering A Random Ad" and "Sheila's Taste." This story picks up a recent event. I have to add that while most reactions were quite positive, a few were just plain stupid. Thanks to all as I was very entertained. Meanwhile, enjoy.

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I received an invitation to my house, Sheila received one at her place. The invitations read:

A Boat Party You are invited to Didi and Ken's Annual Boat Party which starts at 7pm. Dinner will be served at 8pm.

You are asked to leave your inhibitions home.  You may bring a guest.  RSVP

The party was three weeks away. Sheila and I wondered which of our friends we'd invite. Cheryl was an obvious choice, so Sheila called and left a message to call us back. We were stuck on the second person. There were several choices but, for one reason or another, mostly personal, we were not in agreement on some and others were unanimous.

Cheryl called later around dinner time. Sheil asked if she could come over as she had something she wanted to ask. Cheryl agreed to stop by in an hour.

It was an easy hour as we prepared dinner. It was my night and I chose Dirty Rice and Andouille (with Melted Blue Cheese). Just after I set the table, Cheryl arrived and she was looking fine wearing a tee shirt and little pink terry shorts. I set out chilled Coronas smiling.

The food was the subject for some time. The dish was a success and most delicious. (Next time, I'll make some Voodoo Shrimp.) Still, mighty tasty.

Sheila began to explain the invitations and our relationship with Didi and Ken. Cheryl sat wide-eyed the whole time, you could just sense what was going on in her head and around her body. Sheila finally asked her if she would like to join us and she smiled, nodding.

"Sure, I'd love to join you. Thank you so much for asking. Every since our first time together, you two have been on my mind a lot, not to mention my fingers!"

We laughed at this and I told her how much we enjoyed each other. I asked her how her sex life was since last we met. It wasn't arrogant but I was curious how her thoughts had developed.

"It's funny you say that because everyone seems to look me differently. Because I am, I suppose. I had a few different colleagues who I think were coming on to me, pay more attention to me and ask me kind of leading questions. I went home for a few days and it was the same thing."

"Do you think that maybe you have an aura?" Sheila speculated.

"Yes, maybe I do ," as she thought about this. "And here," I added, "I was going to ask you if you had someone that you wanted to bring as we have one extra guest invite."

"Well, maybe I do. I know of two people who might just enjoy this, although who knows if they might get cold feet? One is my best friend at school. I told her about you and she's been curious every since. The other is a gay friend of mine, or, at least, he's still in the closet and in denial. He's always chatting me up with 'what-ifs.' Lately, he's been suggesting more and talking more graphically. Last week, he told me that I had a 'fresh, just-fucked look' on my face. Indeed I did, having just come the lady's room and diddling myself!"

Laughter again. Sheila said that she would wait for an answer, whichever way she went, by the end of the week before sending the RSVP.

Cheryl said, "Ok, now I want to hear about the boat."

I explained the stats and described the public rooms and facilities. With wide-eyed interest, she asked for specifics. It was making me hard just talking about it.

"Am I going to see some of my fantasies?

"Yes, of course. And, as a bonus, you can participate!"

We laughed again. 

"Well," said Sheila, "I don't know about you two but I'm very squishy right now. Can we make out for a while?"

Cheryl got up and sat down in Sheila's lap with her legs wrapped around the chair. She women began to kiss. I watched a small licks soon turned into a deep lip lock. Their tongues danced a samba. Sheila pulled Cheryl's tee up and over her head. She pulled her own off. Now they were deep in embrace, their breasts mashed together, their tongues, their hands wandering.

I stood up and quietly disrobed. Going commando makes this job easy. I walked over so that my cock was pointed at their lips. Both of them began to lick my dick from either side. Cheryl got off Sheila and dropped her shorts showing off her ass wrapped with a pink thong. Sheila slipped her short and her panties down quickly. Cheryl moved back down into Sheila's lap and their resumed their kiss, now breast to breast. Sheila slipped her hand down and pulled Cheryl's thong aside. Now pussy to pussy, their bodies rocked and weaved.

I stood aside and stroked my cock. My stroking became quicker as their heat increased. When Cheryl reached into their groins and pulled up at her clit , they both began to convulse and rock furiously.

"oooooooh...so good, so good," as they came and quietly nestled. Cheryl turn her face to me and made an "O" with her lips extended. Sheila did likewise and snaked her tongue at me. I began to jack harder and faster.

"I'm cumming...here it comes," as I began to squirt at their mouths. While some landed on their tongues and some landed down their throats, a lot more seemed to land on their faces. Streams of white rope shot out and they began to giggle as their licked each other off.

My dick, now emptied and flaccid, I joined them in a three-way kiss.

Next time: Cheryl makes her decision.

If you like my memoirs please leave a comment, astute or stupid. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 02



What wonderful reaction to my last two stories, "Answering A Random Ad" and "Sheila's Taste." This story picks up a recent event with "Didi and Ken Throw A Party, Part 1. I have to add that while most reactions were quite positive, a few were just plain stupid. Thanks to all as I was very entertained. Meanwhile, enjoy.

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Cheryl Makes a Decision

It was a very long and difficult week for me, business-wise. The current recession, the spike in gas prices, the spike in groceries, you name it. I've been working hard, having long hours and missing my time with Sheila. Tonight, it was a little passed ten when I pulled into my driveway and I was quite weary.

There was Cheryl's Mini in the driveway and Sheila's Taureg next to it. I knew that this was the night the Cheryl was to have made a decision on which person to bring Didi and Ken's Boat Party next weekend. I also knew that Cheryl and Sheila had been on the phone constantly and that Cheryl was agonizing over it.

I walked into my house and heard the voices coming from the living room. I walked in to see an amazing sight. Sheila, Cheryl and two other people, a young guy and a young girl, but with their backs to me, were naked and sitting on the floor facing each other. I said a quick hello and said I was heading for the shower and then hitting the hot tub. I'd join them in a little while.

I headed the bathroom and soon was stripping down and walking into a cool relaxing shower. I wasn't in for a moment when Cheryl slid open the shower door and slid in next to me. She gave me a big kiss and began to soap me down.

"I just wanted to fill you in on what's happening tonight. We were enjoying some yoga exercises when you walked in. See, I can't decide between Rita, my best friend at school and the one who has been most curious about me lately, and Donald, who is in the closet and gay but says he's androgynous or asexual, depends on the day. Both really, really want to go. They both have fantasies they want to play out. Sheila suggested that I bring both of them over and that she would get a sense of them. And so, that's where we are. Now, let's dry you off and get you into the tub...loosen your muscles...at least some of them." I let her towel me down and rub me dry. She even gave my dick a sweet kiss on the head.

"I'm your geisha. Come with me, please."

I tossed on my robe and followed her out to the hot tub, now bubbling and at temperature. I flipped on the iPod and listened to Podarama. As I went to drop my robe, I felt a long roach in the pocket. It was nearly a full joint but I had clinched it some time ago. What a treat when that happens! So I lit it. Sliding into the tub and desiring to get mellow. I closed my eyes. Cheryl sat on the edge and rubbed my neck. How bad is this life? 

I must have drifted for a while when I awoke to the sounds of the others coming out to join me. I moved from my sprawl to make some room. I now saw Rita and Don.

Rita was a small woman with long black hair covering a pretty face. She had full, large tits, bigger than for her overall size. Her full pussy was a pile of short black curlies. She looked like fun but she had an edge, too. There was something I couldn't sense.

Don was a tall, thin Irish kid. Freckled and lanky, his large, uncircumcised penis hung like a club. Sheila and Cheryl climber in and now we were snug. Sheila lit another joint and began to pass it around.

I said, "So is this like the finale of American Idol?"

Sheila laughed and said, "Hardly. I'm just trying to make these two comfortable and I don't know how successful I've been."

"Ok then. Rita first. This boat party features completely uninhibited sex, among and with both sexes. You know this and yet you really want to go. What is it you want to do there?

Rita thought for a moment and said, "I seem to live in a fantasy world. There are things I think of when I play with my vibrator. I want to do them. I want to try it and I want to see how it makes me feel afterward."

"Ok. But, please," I said, "be a little more specific. What do you fantasize about?"

"Lately, I dream a lot about making love to Cheryl."

Cheryl blushed and said, "Yeah, I knew that. But I was afraid of revealing myself until the party came along. But I felt your vibe. When I told her about the party, I explained my relationship with you two, you know, how we met, where we went. I thought her eyes would fly out of her head!"

"But tell them what I said."

"She was real quiet and then she sort of bubbled out -- I want to go, I want to do it, I want cum and cum and cum -- what could I say?"

"What else, can you add, Rita?"

"I've always fantasized about group sex and feeling wanton and completely in abandon. I dream about lots of hands and lots of penises and pussies. There's more but mostly those are my current favorites."

"Good. Now Don, same question. As I understand it, you're gay but in the closet. Also, you don't have much of a social life. What is it that you want to do?"

Don began a history of his life when I cut him off.

"I don't mean to appear rude but I'd prefer if you answered my question directly."

His words began to sputter out. "I don't know if I'm gay or what. I don't know if I'm anything. I'm curious to find out already. I've never had the kind of sex I dream about. I've never had another man and I want to know. I might also add that the two attempts with women ended poorly. But I'm also very nervous about this whole thing." "Good. I wonder if you would stand up please. I want to see your dick."

Don rose hesitantly and stood before us with his large cock hanging before us. I moved in on him and began to rub his ass. I nodded to the others and they joined me rubbing ad stroking him. I reached his dick which was now responding to our ministrations. I cupped his balls.

"Don, that is some impressive dick."

He grunted but it didn't seem to be getting hard.

"Don, sit down, please. There is one very important thing to remember here. We're all okay with you, everything is smooth. We want you to explore your desires and we're glad to be your guinea pigs. You must remember that we respect your limitations and boundaries and be cool with that. We make no judgments and we're here because we love pleasure, both the giving and receiving. You can trust us. In fact you must trust us -- take that great leap of faith and trust us. Otherwise, you will never enjoy yourself and we would hate that."

Don looked down quietly.

I stood up and moved toward him. My dick was standing at attention not a foot from his face. He was so focused on the hard dick and dark pink helmet that I took his hand and placed it on my dick. The girls were sitting and watching intently...although now that I think of it, I saw no hands.

He rolled his palm around the base of my cock and stroked its length a couple of times. The others joined me in this as many hands plied him. I waved the others off and placed the head between his lips. There was an audible gasp from Don when I did this. There were oohs and aahs from the women. He gave me a few sucks, getting as much of my head in as far as I could. But then, he abruptly stopped and smiled at us while turning beet red.

"Did you like that, Don?"

"It was okay. I guess. I suddenly got embarrassed. I'm sorry."

Sheila paused a moment and then said, "Rita, would you please stand."

Rita rose as the water came to her navel. Her large round breasts stood proudly, her nipples punched up and pointing. Sheila and Cheryl began to rub her body caress her. Sheila swam behind her and open her legs and I could see the joy in which she enjoyed the feel. Cheryl hid her face buried in those breasts. Rita lost her balance and fell toward me. I grabbed her and held her hands in mine as she was now leaning over and in my face. I leaned it and began to kiss her. Sheila now had her face in her butt and Cheryl played with their pussies. Rita let go of one hand and ran it over my cock.

"No. This one is yours." I whispered as I pulled her away and held both her arms for support. I began to nibble on her earlobe.

Cheryl now lifted Rita and they kissed. It was really beautiful. Sheila pushed herself between Don and me and as we watched, she played with our dicks in the water. Cheryl now pulled Rita up onto the edge of the tub. Rita's eyes were ecstatic as Cheryl leaned in and began to caress and lick at her pussy. Rita was in bliss and she began to cum quickly, emitting sweet little squeaks. Cheryl did not stop her intense licking and slurping munching and that caused Rita to kick in again. This orgasm was deeper, it was obvious as her breasts firmed up and her nipples popped, her breathing deeper and her animal sounds more like a growl than a purr.

I found myself alone as Sheila was now on the chaise with Don and they were quietly moaning. I got up and left the tub to watch them. As I approached, Sheila pulled me close to their faces and held my dick. She looked at Don.

"Darling, I can't seem to make this man hard. Come help me...this is mine all the time and I love it. You enjoy this now, Don, I loan it to you."

A hand emerged and wrapped around me. It pulled me into his virgin mouth and I delighted as his tongue wrapped around it. One hand played with my balls. He was young but he knew what he liked and how he'd imagined it and so he was quite ambitious in giving me pleasure.

I looked over to the next couch to see Cheryl and Rita in a tight sixty-nine. Rita was fulfilling her fantasy and I was happy for her. 

I looked over at Sheila who was mounted on Don as he sucked me. She was locked into watching him as she slid up and down his pole. She had that look of being fully fucked but then she saw my eyes and nodded negatively to me. I threw my leg over his head and fed him my dick, he hungrily accepting it. I looked into Sheila's eyes and we kissed reveling in our pleasure.

Don began to lick my cock from the lead to the root and then down the balls. He snaked his tongue into my ass and rimmed me. I felt my cum rising up through the stem and it felt great...I was starting to percolate. I pushed my dick into his mouth and began to fuck his face. I began to shoot my cum in fast and furious blasts as he swallowed bravely. Sheila was now rocking on his cock and as she slid off she motioned to me. I put between my hand on it as she stroked it up and down. No sooner had I done that when he began to cum in white flows down his dick. No cannon here, no abrupt and excited orgasm, just a steady flow, running down and pooling at his belly and his sac. Sheila and I both leaned in to lick it off but Don pushed us aside.

We turned to watch Rita and Cheryl. Rita was on top in their sixty-nine and Sheila began to rub and kiss her ass. We watched as Sheila would lick her ass and then follow all the way down to Cheryl's mouth. Rita dismounted and faced Sheila. Sheila's pussy was now squatting over Cheryl's mouth. Rita and Cheryl kissed and fondled each others breasts with Rita acting aggressive. The animal was coming out. Her pussy rubbed along Cheryl's and it was obvious they were clit to clit. The squishy noises and the heavy scent of sexual musk filled the air. Watching them explode was akin to the Fourth of July. Their orgasms were accompanied by triumphant sounds of joy, of happiness and of utter release.

After a few minutes, Sheila looked up and said, "So, how can I make a decision? Will somebody help me?"

Don broke in and said, "Let me make this easy. I don't really know if I can go through with this next week. I mean I really enjoyed this and I would love to do this again but I won't feel comfortable. I think I'd like to explore myself in other ways. I just couldn't see myself doing this with strangers."

"I understand completely, Don. I think you still have things to discover about yourself. If we can help, we'd be delighted. We'd be glad to have you back."

"I hope you don't if I leave now? I'd really like to go."

Cheryl offered to help him and she led him into the house. He seemed so nervous but Cheryl needed to talk to him and to help reassure his fragile ego. They left and Sheila and I turned to Rita.

"Well, Rita...the winner! So, what do you think?" "I can do this party, I can," said Rita. "I've never so good in my life. I don't think I ever came so hard and so good. I want more. I want more of Cheryl, too."

"Yes, but you two can do each other anytime. What will you do on the boat?"

"Oh...well I want a lot of everything. I want to taste a lot of women. I want my tits played with...and I still haven't had your cock in me...yet!" "I can change that."

Sheila broke in quickly and said, "Hold that thought, stud. I think we'll have to wait for the party to get there. I'm going to chase you and Cheryl out because I want to have some discussion and some intimacy with my man, if you get my point."

Cheryl came back out and shrugged, "Well, I tried..."

"It's okay. He'll find himself. Sometimes it takes a special catalyst and tonight, it wasn't us. He would not have enjoyed the party as much as you three delicious twats!"

Rita added, "And I have homework for you two. I know that school is out but you have homework nonetheless. I want you to help each other locate the g-spot. Okay? You will be tested."

The girls laughed as we entered the house. They all showered and played with their hair and it was a good hour before they left.

I was just sprawled across the pillow. I was wiped out and the news was coming on soon. I must have drifted off because Letterman was just coming on. Sheila had dimmed the lights and was curled up next to me. Her warm skin was comforting as secure. I felt good on me. I leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. She uncoiled and stretched. She leaned over and kissed me, but really kissed me. This time it was different, it was better.

"I must tell you something and I don't want you to be angry with me. I'm telling you this from my heart. Promise me."

"I promise."

"I really respect you...very deeply. You are a good person in and out. And I really trust you..." I was getting that sinking "Dear John" feeling but I kept still.

"...full trust. I feel like you and I are always there for each other...that we both seem to know that we're on the same side..."

I thought, "Yeah...and..." but I said nothing.

"...and we get along so well, we enjoy each other and I know that I keep discovering more good stuff about you every day..."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You're such a jerk sometimes. I'm trying to tell you that I'm falling in love with you. I mean like really, really love you...like I want to be in love with you. But I'm afraid we're going too fast, or I'm going too fast...or..."

"Shush, sweetie. I know. I can't think of ever feeling so in sync with someone. It's like we sort of go with each others flow and we flow together...even maybe, if it's over the falls. And I'm falling in love with you, too. I like you. We snuggled close and blended into each other. Our bodies slowly slid in a dermal kiss. We fucked with an intense ardor. Our sex together was clearly the deal-breaker. I'd never found a partner so in tune with my rhythm and vice verse. I got lucky, dumb lucky with my Sheila.

Next Time: The Boat Party.

If you like my memoirs please leave a comment, astute or stupid. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. 



Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Party

The days passed quickly since Sheila called Didi with our RSVP plus two guests, Cheryl and Rita. Didi was thrilled, especially after her long talk with Sheila. One day they had a long lunch in the village and the hot topic was us -- me and Sheila. Sheila and I were quite an item.

Sheila also told Didi about Cheryl and Rita and our adventures together. Didi was quite interested in Rita's fantasy of lots of hands and mouths and bodies all over her. Didi told her about the other guests that have accepted and how much fun they are. She also said that they had hired some crew so that Ken would be available throughout the party. The boat would be full and they wanted to be on the Sound before the sun set.

Sheila relayed all of this to me as we lay in bed watching the news and Letterman. I was hard just thinking about this party, only a few days away.

"I like that there is no jealousy with you. No guilt and no jealousy!"

I smiled at this comment and looked deep into her eyes.

"I don't know about jealousy. You and I enjoy each other a lot but we also are able to share our predilections, if you will, and relish the others joy. As for guilt, for what crime am I guilty? I am who I am. Period. As long as I am at your side, I feel safer. I'm glad that we get along so well and that we understand each other's needs. I've been waiting to meet you all my life."

"You say all the right things to me. But I just want to know; if I'm up to my nose in other partners and getting fucked silly, how do you feel about it?"

"To be honest, I'd be thinking of a way to cover your nose!"

"Don't make jokes!" She hit me with her pillow.

"I just want to see you utterly happy and satiated because I know it makes you feel good. I know that you have needs and desires that I cannot provide and you know the same of me. If I can be there to share your thrills and if I can be there when the thrills are hard to come by, this is a good thing. Now you're giving me a headache. Can I kiss you goodnight?"

"Alright, I'm giving myself a headache, too."

I turned off the TV and the light and wrapped myself around her. We kissed two very long and sweet moments and drifted off.

The next few days flew by and when Saturday arrived I was off to have my haircut and Sheila, Cheryl and Rita were going to play hair and makeup. Didi had suggested that we be at the boat by 4 pm because she wanted some sun time. She also asked that I supply the music so I was selecting and burning CDs with very cool and unique music and putting them into a travel case. I also rolled about a dozen joints.

When I returned from my haircut, the women were in full swing -- at least in the bathroom and the vanity where the makeup events were a howl. I was already dressed for the party in a very plain Gap-ish way. I really didn't intend to stay dressed for very long. I was also commando. I pulled up a chair, grabbed the Times crossword, a pencil and an ashtray.

So here are three women in just their thongs trying out different blushes and eyeliner. It was so erotic to peek at their camel-toes. I observed that Rita had shaved. I swear it could have been like the Playboy Channel, all gauzy lenses and lingerie. They didn't seem to mind my presence but there were some barbs being tossed. I suggested that they look at the time and put a move on it.

Sheila looked like a stopper. Her long black hair swirled around a silky black sari that, I knew, was all she wore. Her makeup was minimal and understated and she just made me nod my head in awe. Cheryl wore a gauzy white sundress, the kind that looks so excellent when the sun is behind it and you can see her form. I enjoyed watching her rouge her nipples. Rita wore a two piece and while I wasn't all that crazy about it, her tits were the focus of the outfit. After that, who cares?

We met in the living room for a champagne toast. I told the girls that if at any time they were uncomfortable to tell me and I would take care of them. Not that anyone might need protection, but in cases like this party, it was maybe wise to discuss it. We hopped into my packed Jeep and heading over to the marina. 

Fortunately, we find a spot among the trucks, the hummers, the beemers and the benzes that was very close to the boat. We were met at the car by Tom, the captain for the day. He had someone take our bags and he walked us to the boat, which sat majestically alongside the dock. Didi was at the door when we came aboard. She looked smashing in a gold hostess outfit with real deep cleavage and real short shorts. Ken was next guiding everyone into the salon. Perfectly fit and handsome for his age, he looked and acted like the successful and proud owner of this boat, which he was.

He introduced us to Tim, our chef for the cruise and to Bev, who would serve us. I just shook my head. It was as though Ken went out and handpicked a perfectly beautiful crew; two buff young men and an Asian cutie dressed in a little maid's outfit. I looked at Ken with respect.

"This is Disneyland. Isn't it?"

"Yes. Sure. It is whatever you want. Disneyland...a pirate ship...the S.S. Minnow...it is whatever you like."

He showed us to our cabin which was delicious for two but a little close for four. Still, a private bathroom is nice. How much time would we even spend in the room? We stored our stuff and I brought out my CDs.

Ken and Didi then led us up to the sky lounge where the other guests were arriving and getting the tour. As glasses of wine and beer were passed around, Captain Tom started up the vessel and headed out into the Sound.

Ken took the CDs and in a few minutes some reggae, some Cuban, some New Orleans and some funky blues began to drift through the open air. In short order, I was introduced to Max and Mel (and their guest, Sam), Jim and Sue (and their guest, Jill), and Doreen and Jack (and their guest, Frank). There were a lot of people on this boat -- fifteen plus three crew. It didn't seem crowded at all. This was some boat.

Fortunately it was still warm and sunny when some of the women began to lay topless on the deckpads. I lit a joint and stood with the men as we ogled the decks. There were a lot of nice women on this boat. And in short order, I learned about the others.

I was immediately taken by Mel and Max and their friend, Sam. Mel was a well-regarded accountant with some big clients. His wife, Max, was a tall, thin and classy black woman, she had to be a model. Their friend, Sam, was a college student and an athlete, He was also black.

Jim and Sue were old friends to Ken and Didi. They went back to childhood together. I realized just how close they were when Ken said that they had blown each other long before they ever got near a pussy.

Sue was a nurse and she looked wonderful in a sexy, earth mother sort of way. Jill, their guest, was their long-time other. She oozed party. Gazing at her pert nipples pointing to the sun and the thonglet with the perfect camel toe, I was going sunblind.

Doreen and Jack were different. I couldn't really get the connection except that both worked for Ken. It turned out that Frank did, too. I never did find out what they did but they were all fine physical specimens.

After some joints and drinks, Ken said that it was time to start the party. He started up the hot tub and then walked out onto the sundeck. To the beat of "Hey Pocky Way", he began to bump, grind and strip for the women, who began to hoot. He waved to us and we joined him, dancing around the women while slowly unbuttoning. Naturally, Ken was naked first. His large, thick cock waved and bounced as the women squealed. I was next and I got the same treatment. Mel followed, Jim next but Jack, Sam and Frank -- wow! Those guys held batons. The girls oohed and aahed and gently stroked and fondled us. I found myself in the arms of Sheila and we began to kiss.

"Ahem." Didi spoke up. "Just because you two are like rabbits doesn't mean you have to monopolize each other."

As some people chatted, others drank and nibbled. Cheryl, Rita, Max and Didi stood like conspirators in the corner as I strolled over.

"I feel so special. Didi has said that tonight, my fantasy will be the feature act."

"Oh yes, sweetheart, you are going to have the orgasm of your life. I promise."

We easily agreed that it was going to be something special. Sheila and Sam joined us. She handed me a clasp and a piece of material and then unrolled herself out of the sari. Her nicely tanned nudity was well received. Sam commented on her fine ass and gave it a feel.

Didi looked at me and said, "You got yourself one hot cunt, you know that?"

"Indeed, I do."

I grabbed Rita's arm and pulled her toward the hot tub. She stripped and hopped in. We were alone although we knew it wouldn't last very long.

"I've wanted to do this since I met you"

I picked her up by her ass and placed her facing me on my lap. Her legs wrapped so that her feet rubbed my ass, I pulled her close and began to kiss her. 

"Don't let my makeup run yet."

At that, Bev handed some damp towels to Rita. Amazing.

Rita and I started to make out. I loved her big tits pushing against my chest, then against my face. Max entered the pool and swam up next to me. She joined our kiss. Max was long and thin, her breasts were small and her small nipples puffed out. She has completely shaven, from her bald head down to sweet muff, all chocolate and dreamy. Soon they were several people in the tub all making out and feeling each other up. Hands were everywhere. Who just groped me? I reached down to regain my footing when I found myself hanging on to Frank's massive ten inch cock. I leaned back on the seat and let Rita climb on top of me. Seated in my lap and facing me, she slipped my now hard cock into her sweet pussy and then squeezed closer to me.

"I've wanted you to be the first inside me today."

We kissed deeply as the tub filled with bodies. It was so pleasurable to have her grinding her bottom into me as random hands touched and caressed us. But as we were really starting to get into it, and as Rita began to giggle at the fun and pleasure of the whole scene, a little dinner bell rang.

"Ok, you animals, I hope you've all warmed up and got those juices flowing. But I need you all to come down to the salon now. There are towels and robes all right here."

Didi reached into the tub and squeezed Rita's breast.

"Get ready, cutie. You're time is coming!"

We all got out of the tub and headed down the steps. The salon filled up as Didi and Bev served glasses of champagne. All around the salon were little bowls filled with creams, lubricants and condoms. Tim circulated with hors d'oeuvres. Ken addressed the group.

"Thank you all for attending our little summer bacchanal. I would like to continue a tradition now. If you look out to the west, you'll see that the sun if setting magnificently on the Sound. It has about ten minutes until it sets. I'd like us to just quietly watch the sunset and then toast the higher power that has brought us together today. And then we'll have some dinner and the games will begin. So, take a break, sit back and enjoy."

Sheila sat on my lap with her arm draped around me. I was reminded of Mallory Square in Key West where the nightly sunset is a celebratory event. I looked around the room as people cuddled quietly. The sky was streaking with dark red and purple over the calm waters. This was a spectacular sunset; it was very romantic. Sheila nibbled on my ear and whispered sweet things to me.

As the sun set, a roar and applause was the response. Champagne corks popped and glasses clinked. Tim set out plates of food on the bar and people began to serve themselves. There was lobster salad with large chucks of lobster, small beef wellingtons, lots of different shu mai and dim sum, salads, all sorts of dishes; it was indeed an orgy of food. Sheila and I made some plates and sat on the aft deck watching the sky darken. A small chunk of lobster slipped from her plate and down her chest landing in her lap. I leaned in a gobbled it up.

"Mmmm, I love the smell of fish."

I got a friendly slap for that. As the boat settled to a stop, Rita stood and addressed the revelers.

"Whenever we have these parties, I like to make sure that I have the right group and I think we have succeeded tonight, don't you, Ken? Now, we have some special entertainment tonight. First, our crew has prepared a little show for us so you can get to know them and then after that, we are all going to make little miss Rita over here very happy as we satisfy a fantasy. Okay? Now, on with the show!"

The lights dimmed in the salon as everyone found seats. The Beatles' "I Got A Feeling" began to play. Bev and Tim stood in the center and began to dance in a slow, almost tango movement. Tom entered and joined them wrapping Bev in a sandwich. The music segued into "What A Feeling!" and they began to form intertwined positions as they stripped each other. Each took a turn stripping and each made the action seemed sexier that it actually was. Bev was the first to be naked and she was stunning. Her young body was perfect with her small pillow-like breasts standing firm and proud. Her nipples pointed upwards and shook with her movements. Her legs were long and lean leading up to a beautiful heart-shaped ass. When she turned, her shaved vulva rose like a small inviting mound of dessert. What a body. I love Asian sexpots.

Tim and Tom stripped each other and began to gyrate around the room offering their bodies to the guests. Each guest fondled and touched as their impressive dicks hardened. Bev approached us and offered her breasts. Sheila and I each took a nipple and began to suck and kiss them. Then she moved on. I looked around the room and saw that Cheryl had Tim's large, think unit between her lips.

The music segued again into The Stones and the three joined in the center of the room. Tom lifted Bev by her tush and slid her onto his dick. Tim held her back as she leaned backwards to take his dick into her mouth. After a few minutes of this, she dismounted and got on her hands and knees as the two men switched places and filled her, all the while kissing each other. After a few minutes of this, they moved over to Ken, surrounded him and began to pleasure him.

The atmosphere in the room was thick. Joints were passed. Desire was become evident as people began to touch and feel each other up. Ken's zipper went down and his shorts fell to the floor. He was led to the center of the room where we watched intently as three mouths caressed and sucked on his massive cock. Ken began to moan and buck his hips. Didi moved to him and began to tweak his nipples.

"Watch this! It does it for him every time!"

Sure enough, Ken began to cum, shooting jizz all across the faces of the crew and met with wild applause. The crew stood and bowed.

Rita thanked the crew for warming us up and said, "I'm going to prepare our next event. I invite you all to get comfortable and I'll be back for you. Now go!"

Sheila said to me, "I must do something. Watch."

She walked over to Bev who was wiping cum off her face and pulled her into a tight kiss. The two had similar shapes and were of the same height and it was a helluva pretty picture. As guests began to move around the boat, they all passed around the two as they melted together. I joined them in their embrace. As I started to feel Bev respond, she broke the embrace.

"I have to clean up but I will be back for both of you, I promise."

Sheila told me that she was going off to explore. I lit a joint and decided to take in the boat and to cruise the action. I walked up to the bridge first. As I toked, Tom was setting the ship up to moor in that one spot. There was no traffic in the Sound and we were moored off a pretty deserted area off Saint James, far enough from the ferry route. I looked at the video screens and marveled at the electronics. The fish finder showed heavy traffic beneath us and if I wasn't here to party, I'd be cutting bait.

I turned to walk toward the hot tub but had to make my way around Tom and Doreen, whose legs were spread as his face devoured her. Doreen stroked my robed ass as I walked by. Not more than two feet away, Mel was making a lot of noise sucking on Sam's heavy meat.

The action in the tub was heating up. On one side Jack, Sue and Jill were locked together. Off to the side, on the banquette was my Sheila, taking Ken's dick from behind as her mouth worked on Frank. Max was going down on Cheryl who looked at me through half-closed lids and smiled. She reached for me and put her hand under my robe. I saw Didi climb the steps and nod to me. She took my hand and led me down.

"I have our lovely little Rita all ready. You and I will start. Wait; let me grab Bev and Tim."

She led us down to the master stateroom. In front of the closed door, she instructed us.

"Now, she's blindfolded and tied down. I want us to stroke her and play with her but I don't want her to cum...just keep her at the edge. Also, don't talk. I don't want her to know or associate sexes, okay."

She opened the door and there was Rita, a black silk kerchief tied around her eyes. Her wrists were tethered to the corners of the headboard and her ankles were tied to the corners of the storage drawers built into the platform. Her legs were spread wide and her perfect vagina looked like a butterfly with its wings spread. The hood of her clit stood out, prominent and inviting, almost winking at us. I was thinking how much I would have liked to nestle in her black pubic curls but that I would have to wait until she chose to grow them back.

Didi handed us velvet and velour towels and we all began to stroke and caress Rita with them. I took my towel and traveled up her leg and then dragging it from the bottom of her slit to the top and then back the way I came. Bodies moved around her and touched her in different ways. I positioned myself next to her breasts and used my penis to draw circles around her nipples. I placed it under her breast and slid it back and forth. Bev was at her feet and she was gently gliding Rita's toes against her own slit. Tim crouched over her head and let his dick slide around her face. Didi rolled a tit through Rita's hand.

Within a few minutes, we were joined by Sheila, Cheryl, Ken, Max and soon, the others. The bed was becoming pretty crowded but all the hands were on Rita, except for an occasional fondle elsewhere. As hands caressed and fondled her, she reacted with little arching movements and little groans. Now mouths began to lick and suck on her. I went to her crotch and placed a pillow under her butt, and then I proceeded to lick and rub her ass. There was another tongue above my head. I felt a dick slide up and down the crack of my ass and I wiggled back.

Rita began to writhe and Didi pulled each of us back. The bedroom was now filled with the dense scent of sex. Each guest stood around as Didi positioned us. When we were all with reach of Rita's flesh, she nodded and hands went everywhere. There was not a part of Rita's body that was not covered by soft massaging hands. Didi leaned into Rita's pussy and gave it a big slurp. She then moved away and Frank replaced her. One by one, we moved around Rita's body and gave her pussy a tender lick. When it was my turn, I was pleased by the strong musky perfume coming from her as I just love a strong vaginal scent. As my tongue made its way around her clit, she arched and pushed it into me. All this was beginning to take its toll on Rita and she began to make little grunting sounds and writhing constantly. Rita pulled us all back again.

It was very, very quiet in the stateroom as Didi positioned only the women around Rita. Then, pointing to her tit, she leaned over Rita and brushed her nipple across Rita's lips. The others got the message and they all leaned over Rita. They began to sweep only their nipples across her body. She squealed and giggled again.




Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 03



"Oooooh....nipples...lots and lots of nipples!"

Like a kid in a candy store, she began to ooh and aah as nipples swept her pussy, nipples glided along her own nipples, nipples flitted along her face and she grasped and squeezed them in her hands. Max got up and placed her thighs on each side of Rita's head; very slowly she lowered herself until her pussy was just above Rita's nose. Rita groaned and tilted her head up to receive it but Max stayed just out of reach. Max would lower herself and rub her slit along Rita's nose and as Rita would turn her tongue toward her, Max would rise. Bev was rubbing her nipples into the soles of Rita's feet while I played with Bev's ass.

Didi pointed to Ken and then to Rita's pussy. Ken moved into position. Sheila held Rita's lips apart as Ken drove his huge truncheon into her. Rita gasped and then cried out as Ken filled her. I was mesmerized as I watched her womb stretch and widen to receive it. She cried out again. Max lowered herself completely onto Rita's face and allowed Rita to lap at her. Rita was now panting and arching up and down as Ken took his time. Didi untied Rita's ankles and immediately her legs flew straight into the air and then wrapped around Ken's ass, her heels digging into his buttocks. Everybody else was sucking, licking, pinching, tweaking, caressing or nibbling on Rita. Rita was cumming and she was cumming hard. Ken pulled out with a loud pop as Rita begged for him to continue. Sam took his place and began to seriously pump. His cock was easily just as large and as thick as Ken's.

Sheila now placed her thighs on either side of Rita's neck. As she began to kiss Max, both their pussies ground against each other and grazed Rita's swiping tongue. Frank was beginning to cum and I could see that Mel, who was playing with Frank's ass, was bringing it on. Frank abruptly pulled out and began to shoot his white cum all over. Not missing a beat, Jim's long and thin cock took his place. This drove Rita over the edge and she began to flop up and down on the bed, her cries muffled by all the sopping pussy in her face.

She arched up and for what seemed liked forever, she stayed them until she collapsed. Her wrists were untied and she lay limp as everyone lay around her cheering. Cheryl removed the blindfold.

"Omigod, that was by far the biggest 'Big O' I have ever had!" said Rita, smiling to us, "It went on and on forever!

"But now for the finishing touch!" added Cheryl.

She laid her body upon Rita until she buried her face into Rita's dripping snatch. Rita responded as she buried her face into Cheryl. Rolling to one side, they locked into a furious sixty-nine.

Cheryl looked at Sheila and said, "Hey teacher, check my homework."

Cheryl placed two fingers into Rita's juicy vee and began to massage her g-spot. Rita did likewise and the girls were moaning and rocking back and forth.

"Oooh, oh, uh-uh-uh."

They began to spasm together, pushing their pussies down hard. They were cumming and it was beautiful to watch. As they climaxed, she squeezed themselves together in a tight hug. Rita slowly spun around and they began to kiss and share their tastes.

"You both get A's. Well done," said Sheila, "now wait until you see what I assign next!"

Didi had run the bathtub in the large private bathroom located behind the bed. She lifted Rita up and helped her into the tub. Cheryl joined her there. The rest of made their way to the salon for some drinks and a little rest but I was busy enjoying Bev's lips surround my cock. Another joint found its way to me by way of Sheila. Standing next to be as I gently pulled at her nipples and shared tokes, she too began to enjoy Bev's oral techniques.

I pulled Bev onto the bed and the three of us began to play. The women got into a sixty-nine as I maneuvered my dick into Bev's dripping snatch. My goodness, she was tight. I savored the feeling as I enjoyed the occasional swipe of Sheila's tongue on my sac. I began to squirt as Sheila pulled me into her mouth for the coup de grace. As my cock softened, the women finished each other off. Then we joined in a three-way kiss and rested for a long while. Bev suggested that we join the group as she had to go back to "work." What a tough job...and she was getting paid!

Sheila took my hand and led me up to the stern deck. It was warm enough out there but with a bit of a humid chill that awoke the pores of my skin. I placed my arm around my naked raven-haired beauty.

"Sweetheart," she said, "I need your cock in me now. I want to feel your cum in me. Now."

Far be it from me to pass on this wonderful moment. Sheila lay back on the sun cushion and I climbed on top of her for a slow missionary fuck, the kind you have with your special partner. While we rocked and swayed, I looked out on the open water and the twinkling lights from the Connecticut shore. Sheila had her fingers strumming her clit as I began to fill her with my sticky love fluid. Her orgasm followed mine by a moment and we cuddled, listening to the combined sounds of the water lapping against the boat, Ry Cooder and Manuel Galbon strumming some exotic and sexy Cuban music and the sounds of pleasure drifting through the air...

"That was good, baby," she said, "That was what we needed."

I smiled and kissed her. I looked out again upon the water and wondered what I had done to feel so rewarded. Certainly, I was a lucky man.

Next Time: The party continues with more party games.

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Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 04



The Party Continues 

Sheila and I lay on the aft deck for a while. We drifted off to sleep for a little while nestled comfortably in each other's arms. It was Cheryl's voice that roused us.

"Oh, there you are! I've been wandering around the boat looking for you. I was afraid you'd jumped overboard."

"No, sugar, we were just resting for a bit. What's up?"

"Well, for one thing, this is one amazing party. I'm having a great time. I'm like a kid in a candy store. Everybody is very cool and the vibe is definitely mellow. I've seen some things I've never even dreamed about! But I want you to meet someone. Wanna?"

Sheila and I sat up and looked around, taking in the sounds. There were several people swimming below us off the swim platform which was lit by soft colored underwater lights. There was the sound of clinking glasses in the salon.

"Lead on," said Sheila.

Cheryl took us down into the cabins and led us to the one where we left our belongings. We made one pit stop in the main salon where we noshed on some spring rolls and caviar. I poured a couple of glasses of a vintage pinot noir, too. As we entered our cabin, Jill and Jack were sitting and chatting. Cheryl made the introductions all around and Jack passed me a loaded bowl.

I was immediately taken by Jill. My first impression of her was that she looked made for a party. My impression now seemed to confirm that. She was a beautiful woman, lanky and lean with a pair of 36C breasts that were firm, and I believe the word is perky. Her large nipples, oval and dark, were designed for sucking. She had several tattoos that were exotic and intriguing. Her arms had several unique designs, her shoulder had a small caterpillar, and her ankle held a ring of stars and her upper thigh displayed a Celtic cross. As I traveled up her leg, my eyes locked in on her wispy blonde pubes. Then it struck me! Her pubes were not blonde, at all. No, she was waxed and smooth. Her blonde pubes were, in fact, another tattoo. I began to laugh.

"That is, by far, the coolest tat I've ever seen!"

She smiled and spread her legs giving me the full view. The tattoo ran completely around her vagina and damn, if it didn't look real.

"You should have seen the look on my gynecologist's face when she first saw it! She didn't know what to say! She just gawked at it. Suffice to say, I've had many compliments!"

Sheila said, "But didn't that hurt? It must have been very painful."

"No, it wasn't bad at all. I was pretty numb at the time."

"What made you do it?"

"My boyfriend made a comment to me about how much he hated pulling hair from his teeth so, on a lark, I just ran with it."

I ran my palm along her pussy and felt the smoothness. I shook my head in wonder. How fucking cool.

"Cheryl has told me that you guys are very very cool people...and great lovers. So, who wants my tattoo first?"

"No, no, no...wait," said Cheryl, "I want to see the guys put on a show for us. I want to watch this close up. Come on, turn me on, boys."

Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. It was a little weird and I'm not sure why. Jack seemed to hesitate, too.

"I don't know, can we do this a little more organically? Like get into it a little?"

Sheila took charge. I think she sensed my awkwardness.

"Come here, you big lug."

She patted the bed next to her and I took my place.

"Come here, Jack," she said as she patted the other side.

Jack moved next to her. She pulled us close and pushed our heads into her breasts. We began to lick and suckle her nipples. She began to play with my dick and I saw that she was doing the same to Jack.

"Mmmm. That feels good, boys... very good."

Cheryl and Jill had propped themselves up against the bulkhead and were watching intently as they leaned on each other. Sheila took my hand and placed it on Jack's scrotum. I began to feel his huge nuts and it made me hard. Jack's hand was now rubbing my upper thigh and squeezing my ass cheeks.

"Yes, it feels good, doesn't it? You like it, don't you?"

Now we were stroking each other and damn, she was right, it did feel good. She slipped from between us and Jack and I rolled together. We met in a ferocious kiss and drove our tongues deep into each other. Our hands roamed each other and our cocks met rubbing together.

Sheila was now sitting with the other two and they were just watching us. I rolled onto my back and Jack rolled on top of me, his hands massaging my chest and his lips pulling at my nipples. I instinctively spread my legs apart as his cock fell under my sac. His cock slid between my cheeks and poked at me. He started to make his way down my body, kissing and caressing me. At the peak of my pubic hair, he buried his face. His arms were stretched up to my chest and he was scratching it lightly. He took my cock into his hand and lowered his lips to the head. Slowly, he licked it around the head and then down the base to my balls, then up again. He did this several times and I felt the urge to do the same to him. I swiveled around so that we were both mouth to cock and I began to suck his long dong. It seemed a perfect fit as I felt the head push down my tongue. He placed his knees on either side of me and gave me great access to suck on and swallow his cock. He began to fuck my face and I felt my throat open as it slid deeper.

His mouth was doing wonders to me. He made loud sucking and popping sounds as it devoured it. I was simply enjoying his expert suck when I became aware of his musky man scent and this just turned me on more.

I looked over at the girls. Sheila and Jill were still watching but they were also playing with each other. Cheryl, on the other hand, was not more than a foot or so from my face watching me work on Jack. I moved my hand over to her pussy and felt the wetness. I bathed my hand in her juices and then moved it to my face so I could take in her scent, which was heavenly. Then I moved my hand to her face. She licked and sucked on my fingers.

Jack picked up his pace and I sensed that he was getting close. I pushed him off my cock so I could concentrate on his orgasm. I held his nuts and ran my index finger around his hole. I wanted his cum, I wanted to feel it as it squirted in my mouth, I wanted to feel its creamy saltiness as it lay on the top of my tongue. I felt the power to make this partner happy and satisfied. I wanted to feel his surge as well as his release. I was very into it and the girls could not only see the signs but they were very appreciative. I felt occasional touches and strokes. I could smell them. The cabin was deliciously rank and truly an example of the art of aroma therapy. Jack began to grunt. I pulled his cock back and sucked on the head. I pressed my finger into his hole and pushed in a knuckle. I was rewarded with a little touch of cum so I continued to suck in the fat head. I sucked in his slit. I thought he would like that. Jack, however, wanted deep strokes and pushed into my throat. I began long and deep sucks that started at the head until I reached deep throat. I squeezed and kneaded his balls as I felt them tighten. One finger just ran around his pucker and occasionally into it. And then I felt the surge of his cum rising up through his cock. The vein running along the base became very hard and I could feel him pulse. He threw his legs back and began to do push-ups on my face. He pumped a few times and then pushed deep and my lips squeezed the shank as I felt him begin to shoot. His cum was a fair load and it filled my mouth. Its saltiness coated my tongue, my palate; it dripped out the sides. He pulled up and out, moving just above my lips as I milked his cock to squeeze every last drop of it. He didn't last long but he did have quantity. As I squeezed the last from him, he smiled and nodded to me and collapsed by my side. I felt exhilarated and enjoyed it immensely. I lay on my back with my cock standing hard, proud and tall like the little soldier he is; my face was, you might say, seed-covered. Cheryl began to lick me and clean my face. She sucked the load from my mouth and whispered to me.

"That was awesome. That was as hot as it gets. I loved watching that, I could tell that you did, too. It was beautiful. You're beautiful. Now, I have to cum. Please eat me quick, I'm gonna cum, too."

She straddled my head and pushed her pussy down. It only took a couple of licks of her sweet cunt when I felt its juices pour out and over me. Salty and sweet, what a wonderful combination. My favorite. Her body tightened and her thighs shook as she came one more time. She groaned and was panting hard. She pushed her puss again into me and then wiggled it on my tongue as she, too, collapsed in utter satisfaction. We lay like this for a few minutes as I slowly licked and inhaled her powerful sex smell. Finally, she turned around and we lay in a beautiful embrace.

"Do you know how many times I have frigged myself with my eyes closed dreaming that image? And now I saw it close up and it was great. You have raised the bar on my frigging sessions. Thank you so much. You are the best. I love you for that."

There was moaning to my left and we began to watch as Sheila went down on Jill. Cheryl and I both reached over and began to stroke Jill's tit together, and it was sweet. Jack had roused again and was lightly stroking my dick. He sat up and used two hands. 

"I'm going to try to give you a better blow job than the one you just gave me, if that's possible."

We laughed. Cheryl spun around to watch Jack's technique. Her ass sat in my palm as I wiggled my fingers into it. She began to lightly run her hands along my body. We were watching Jack licking my cock from the piss slit to my asshole and back around. He sucked in one nut at a time to add a delicate tongue bath. Cheryl's palms now cradled my testicles as Jack pulled my cock between his lips. Her fingers lightly scratched at my ass hole.

Jill was moaning in the throes of Sheila's exquisite oral. Sheila had half her fist in her twat, too. Jill's nipple was a hard pebble in my fingers as I pinched it. Jill began to flop and shake. The odor was as thick as a Louisiana bayou on a hot August day. I took a deep breath. Cheryl noticed and smiled. She moved around to my head and straddled it again. Her scent was divine. She crouched over me so she could lick my root as Jack bathed me. The only sounds in the room were squishy.

I heard Jill softly moan and I knew she'd cum. I had Cheryl's pussy not more than a foot from my face. I had four lips sucking me. I closed my eyes and went for the ride.

My nuts were tightening and my ass cheeks were squeezing as he made a buzzing sounds while he sucked on me. Oh, did that feel good and my sounds of pleasure escaped.

I felt Sheila straddle my head. I knew it was her pussy. I loved it as she pulled Cheryl's ass a little closer. As I sucked in Sheila's juice I also tasted Cheryl. Yum.

Another mouth was on my dick. Jack was sucking me in deep strokes as Cheryl and Jill trailed along the sides. Jack began to hum again. The girls joined in a moment later. That was it for me. I felt my cum explode over tongues fluttering, all seeking a taste. I thought I was shooting for hours as my mind traveled to that great light-show in my head. It was pussy juice dripping onto my eyes and nose that brought me back. I believe that my dick was now quite dead for the night but damn if the rest of me wasn't in top form!

There really wasn't much for me to do as Sheila did all the work. The others lay at my side except Cheryl, who was pushing her ass into Sheila's groin. As Sheila's fingers drummed her own clit, I think she might have had one finger rubbing Cheryl's slit. I really couldn't tell as I was near delirious.

After this episode, I fell asleep for a good while. When I awoke, I was alone in the cabin and a bit disoriented. I hit the head and took a fast shower. I put on a soft cotton terry robe that was laid out for me and I left to stroll the deck. It was deep into the night The stars above were a bowl of twinkles. There was little sound as I strolled. Several people were asleep, curled up on the sofas with a throw over them. I walked up to the bridge where Tom was checking the readings. The hot tub was bubbling and several people were just chilling out. Jill, Sheila, Didi and Sam were taking in the bubbles. I disrobed and slid into the tub next to Sheila who gave me a little peck on the cheek.

"Everyone's out cold but us," said Didi, "have you joined us to liven things up?"

"No, I don't think so," I said, "I just woke up. I'm just ready to mellow out for a while."

Tim stood by the tub. "Can I get anyone anything?"

Didi responded, "A couple of joints...anyone want a drink?"

Several soft drinks arrived with a few joints, an ashtray and some caviar and crackers. Tim placed the tray by the side of the tub. I took a Coke and a few tokes and then let the bubbles do me. Sheila and Jill both played with me as I smoothed out under the starry sky. I stroked Jill's tattooed kitty as my mind wandered.

"I'm sorry to say but I think you dick is dead," said Sheila.

"No, it's not dead. It's simply in repose. It needs to recuperate for a while longer. Why, are you horny?"

"No, not really...I mean, not at this moment...but you know me, I'm always horny!"

Didi asked, "Since we're all beat, let me ask you all a question. What's the kinkiest scene you ever did?"

Sam jumped in. "I'd say that Max and Mel and I recently had a scene with another couple where..."

Sheila burst in, "Sam, I hate to interrupt your story but I think I'm starting to pass out. This hot tub is laying me out. Sweetheart, will you put me to bed?"

"Of course. Come. Good night, folks. We'll see you tomorrow."

I held Sheila close and took her down to the cabin. She was limp as well as tired. I opened the door to find Cheryl, Rita and Bev sacked out and under the covers. Bev awoke and motioned us onto the bed as she got off.

"I'm going to my berth. I have more work to do tomorrow when we dock in New London. Good night."

Sheila and I found our space in the bed. As we fell asleep, the movement of the boat made sleep easy and deep. With Sheila nested into me and Rita's breasts in my back, sleep came fast. The engines quietly hummed a narcotic lullaby and my dreams were pleasant ones.

Next Time: The Party moves to Foxwoods.

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Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 05



I'm sorry if this episode was delayed but I've been down south tending to my ailing mother. I'm still down here, but I must continue to write and get this all out of me. Thanks for the wonderful support you have given to me.

Chapter 05: A Day in the Casino

Sheila and were sound asleep, spooning and alone in the bed when Didi noisily entered the cabin.

"Rise and shine, lovebirds! Brunch is being served in the Main Saloon in fifteen minutes! Please shower and dress appropriately to be out in public. Now, get a move on it!"

Sheila rolled over and nestled into me.

"Last one in the shower is..."

She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I followed behind quickly only to wait while she finished peeing so I could have my turn at the john. She jumped into the shower as I drained the snake. As she left the shower, I jumped in.

We dressed in the clothes we had arrived in (actually, we'd brought no other dressy outfits) and made it to the saloon where our party was dining. Bev seated us and asked if we would like some coffee. Ken cleared his throat.

"Now then, as we are all here, you'll notice that we are docked. We're a bit north of New London on the Thames River. Outside, there is a large limo waiting to take us to Foxwoods for a day of fun. I have a suite waiting there so there will always be a place to chill out. I also have some friends who are meeting us there. Now, I understand that most of you probably didn't bring much money with you or maybe you don't have the cash to throw away in the casino, so Didi and I will stake each of you to $250.00. If you win, give it back and we will donate the winnings to charity, to the Wounded Warrior Project, The Soldier Ride. If you lose, too bad but you need not worry about paying us back. We're glad that we're all together and having fun, we're glad to be with friends. So, please, eat up and let's move this party to the rez!"

The table was stunned and then giggling. Sheil and I just nodded our heads in amazement. 

Fortunately, I brought my wallet and credit cards so I was not concerned about Ken's offer. But, to be perfectly honest, I really don't like to gamble that much, it doesn't give me that "pump" that others get. I prefer to wander around the casino and watch the action, especially if my friends are winning.

I wolfed down a croissant and a second cup of coffee before I left the ship. There was a long white stretch Hummer alongside. We piled in and there was room to spare. The bar was full and within a few miles, glasses were clinking.

"Good God, you all look so beautiful...naked or dressed up!" I said.

Sheila said, "Is anyone wearing underwear? I'm not. They're gonna love us at Foxwoods!"

Everyone laughed and sure enough, we counted only a few pieces among all of us, mostly thongs (or as I like to call them, "butt floss") and a couple of pairs of boxers, including my own, and one "banana hammock".

"I can't believe this limo. This is what -- a stretch Hummer?"

"Yes, it is. Didn't you give me one of them last night?"

The ride was fun and filled with warmth and laughter. Ken explained that we would stay at the casino into the evening and perhaps even catch the show (Tony Bennett was appearing that night and although we never did make it to the show, and I love Tony Bennett, but I was not disappointed.) and then head back to the boat. Considering that the sky was dark and filled with rain, it was good that we were on dry land for the day.

As we pulled up to the casino, we were greeted by the manager who gave Ken a warm and familiar greeting.

"Allow me to show you to your room."

We followed him into the elevators and up to the top floor, the incredibly huge penthouse suite. There was a large buffet waiting for us there. I've been in a few suites but this one took the prize. There were four bedrooms, all with super king-sized beds and an outdoor pool and hot tub on the terrace. The view across Connecticut was breathtaking. I stood outside for a while and took in the majesty of it.

Back in the living room, everyone was nibbling on the Asian-Fusion buffet. Sheila had a fried dumpling in her hand and she approached me.

"Omigod, this is fabulous. Taste it."

She placed in my mouth and indeed, it was delicious. As I ate it, she ran her palm along my crotch and tugged at my package.

"Do you know what that was, Lover?"

"No, what?"

"That was won-ton sex!"

"Mmmm. The best kind!"

We walked to the bar where Ken was greeting his friends.

"Meet Tommy and Terry. They are old and dear friends of mine. Besides being great people, I have to tell you that Tommy has the longest dick I've ever seen!"

"Wow. Some introduction!"

Terry, as tall and as lanky as her husband, ran her hand along his pants and damn, if it didn't keep going. Tommy pushed her hand away.

"There's plenty of time for that. I want to hit the tables first. Waddya say?"

Ken said, "Good idea. My palm is itchy."

The party followed down to the casino where everyone seemed to find a game to play. A group followed Ken to the crap table, others starting pulling the slots. Sheila and a few of the women sat down at a blackjack table. Me, I just wandered around and took in all the lights, bells and sirens. You see, I have this theory about gambling. I picture myself as a part of a bell curve and I test it with one coin. If I win, I play with the winnings. If I lose I move along and might not gamble at all. Either I'm at the top of the bell curve or at the bottom. Or maybe, I'm on my way up or on my way down. So I went off to test my theory.

I walked past a slot machine that seemed to call to me so I placed five coins into it and pulled the arm. Four flags and a gold star came up and five hundred coins splashed down into the tray. At least I knew where my luck was running. I scooped them up and walked over to a blackjack table. I laid down fifty dollars and pulled two tens. I doubled down and pulled an ace and a nine. The dealer went bust and I let my winnings ride. I pulled a Queen and a seven. The dealer went bust again. I took my money and moved on.

Ken was rolling dice and laughing, obviously riding a hot roll. Unfortunately, the table was too crowded to get near enough to place a bet so again, I moved on. Sheila and the girls seemed quiet at their blackjack table so I walked over to them and took an open seat.

"How are you guys doing?"

"We're not winning, we're not losing. I'm starting to get a little bored." Said Sheila.

A chorus of "me too" and glassy-eyed looks greeted me.

"Listen, here's some lucky money. Let's see what happens."

I handed one hundred dollars to Sheila, Cheryl and Jill. I placed one hundred down in front of me. Sheila hit blackjack. Cheryl pulled sixteen. Jill pulled twenty and I pulled two tens again. I doubled down and pulled an ace and another ten. The dealer showed twelve and pulled a card. A three -- fifteen. He pulled again -- an ace -- sixteen, the dealer has to pull another card on sixteen. He drew another card -- an eight -- bust! A cheer ran along the table.

"See what I mean?"

I collected my money and moved to the bar. As I sipped my Courvoisier XO, I watched the action in the room. Ken seemed to be on fire at the crap table. Each roll produced shouts and applause. Sheila and the girls seemed to be doing well, all smiles and laughter. Beautiful women always win, don't they? I saw Rita and Sam deeply involved in a couple of slots - and they, too, were laughing, a good sign. The room was packed and the noise level was quite loud. As I finished my drink, I chose to explore the hotel and its environs.

I walked through the shopping arcade and browsed a little. The arcade was huge and I walked through nearly a dozen shops. I must have been there for quite some time when I heard Sheila call me.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you. What have you been up to?"

"First, tell me how you've done?"

"Well, here's your hundred back and here's three hundred more! After you left, we all did well. Although I heard that Ken crapped out. Still, I think he made a lot of other people winners."

"I think that should be his epitaph! Hey come here with me, I want to show you something."

I led Sheila into Van Cleef and Arpels. A clerk walked over and asked if he could be of help.

"Sure. See these earrings? I'll take them."

I pointed to a pair of gold bangles with small diamond drops.

"These scream Sheila all over them, don't they?" Sheila stood there with a mouth agape. I paid the clerk $1600.00 and handed her the box.

"I don't know what to say. These are soooo beautiful. I love you. I must put them on...right now."

The clerk handed her a mirror and I was correct. They were made for her. She looked beautiful. She glowed. As we walked out of the store, she seemed to bounce and I was very pleased to give her such pleasure.

"I bet you did that just so you could get into my panties, which I'm not even wearing."

"No, not at all. First of all, they wouldn't fit me."

She laughed and hugged me. She squealed as she kissed me.

We headed back toward the casino when we bumped into Cheryl, Rita and Sam. Sheila joyfully showed off her gift to "oohs" and "aahs." She danced around singing "I Feel Pretty."

Cheryl said, "I'm jealous of you guys. I want a guy like you."

I was blushing and said, "To be honest, I feel like I'm a winner just being next to her. It sounds corny but I've never felt so satisfied before. To make her smile is my goal and so if these earrings can make her smile again for me, what's the big deal. I didn't buy them for her. I bought them for me."

We were in the elevator heading up to the suite and Sheila had this dreamy, misty-eyed look on her face. She kissed my lips and whispered something to me.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"It doesn't matter what I said. It's how you make me feel. And I feel very good."

The elevator doors opened and we entered the suite. Sheila pulled me into a bedroom and closed the door.

"I'll be right back. When I return, I want you naked, do you understand?"

"Completely, mistress!" and I swatted her butt.

I quickly stripped down and hopped onto the bed. I surveyed the amazing room and looked outside the sliding glass doors to the pool and the terrace. It was cloudy, humid and warm but it was not raining. I was daydreaming as Sheila entered the room and locked the door. She was pushing a rolling cart laden with a sampling from the buffet and two glasses of red wine. She placed the cart by the bed and laid a tray on the bed. Then she undid her sari and let it drop to the floor. "What a fine looking woman," I thought as I took in her loveliness.

She crawled onto the bed next to me and sat cross-legged as she put some food onto a plate. My eyes focused upon her pink gash vertically smiling at me.

"All this for some earrings?" I said.

"No, silly, although the earrings didn't hurt. Actually, the earrings reminded me just how crazy I am about you."

She took some whipped cream off a pastry and wiped it onto my nipples then she sucked in each nipple one at a time and licked them clean. She took some more whipped cream and placed it in my navel. She licked that clean, too. She lay down next to me and licked my ear.

Whispering, she said, "I've never had a relationship with a man like you. You let me be me. You make no demands on me. Plus, you know how to treat a lady. You make me feel like a million bucks all the time. I'm mad about you. Please don't get angry when I say this but I love you intensely. I never want our relationship to end."

"Sheila, I'm mad about you, too. But, I'm a little wary, you know. Since my divorce, I've been somewhat reluctant to get involved and..."

She cut me off, "Of course, I understand. You were married for thirty years, you raised a family, you worked hard and you were betrayed. Your heart was broken. I understand and I relate to all of it. My divorce hurt, too. But I think we have something different and better because of our experience. I think..."

Now it was my turn, "I think that's true but what happens if things turn south? Do you want to go through the pain again? Wouldn't it be better if we maintained some distance?"

I knew I was lying to myself but I said the words anyway.

"What if we do?" she said, "Why don't we let things grow as organically as they have and see what happens. Consider this: we are great lovers and we are great friends, let's run with that? Still, I want you to know how much I love you and the way you make me feel...Free...Alive...with you."

"I could work with that."

"Good...because now I want to make love to you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to feel your love inside me. And...I want to eat!"

She leaned over and licked my cockhead. We sat up and started to pick at the food. I placed one of those delicious dumplings in my mouth and fed her half.

"Won-ton Love," I said.

"The best kind, "she replied.

Soon, we were playing with the food. She placed some fois gras on my stomach. I placed some strawberry preserves on her pussy. She dipped my dick into her wine. I smeared circles of duck sauce on her tits. All of this was accompanied with giggles and laughter.

Soon, things became more serious and I pushed the tray off to the side. We cuddled side to side and began to kiss. Her kisses were urgent and ferocious while mine were tender and soft. She sucked my tongue forcefully while I ran the tip of my tongue around her lips tracing their curves. My dick was hard and pressing into her belly. She adjusted herself and slipped the head into her wet treasure. We held each other close.

"You make me cum better than anyone I've ever known. You allow me to indulge in my fantasies. You are my partner-in-crime, my fellow traveler..."

I inched into her slowly. I licked her cleavage, then up along her neck, then her ear lobes and then back to her mouth. She arched her back and pressed her breasts up into my chest. Her vagina pulled me in as she rolled me onto my back and sat up cowgirl style.

I ran my hands along her belly and her breasts as she began to slide up and down on me in long, slow and deep moves. This seemed to last quite a while until her panting increased and the sliding became more intense and faster. Soon, she was plunging rapidly and bouncing on me. Her hand strummed her clit and she was moaning. Her eyes were focused upon me as she cried out.

"Yes...yes...I'm going to cum all over over...for you... for you...oh, yes...fuck me so good..."

I felt her nectar gush down my cock and along my balls as her orgasm reached its crescendo. I thrust my hips up to her and began to pump hard and fast, I felt her velvet walls squeeze around me as I arched up and began to shoot my cream into her. And all the time, our eyes were locked together in pure ecstasy.

When I had shot my last, she lay down on me and we kissed and stroked each other.

"Do you see what I mean?" she said, "How good was that? I feel so wonderfully right. I really really love you. I love your cock. My pussy loves your cock. We fit, you know? You are my love, my lover, my soul and my friend. And you buy me lovely gifts!"

"Aha! The truth revealed!" and we laughed as I hugged her tight and close.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of muffled applause. We turned and looked at the doors to the terrace where our friends were cheering us.

Sheila triumphantly dismounted and placed her hand into her pussy. She dramatically licked her hand and then offered me a taste. The applause and laughter increased. She took my hand and led me off the bed. As we emerged onto the terrace, the applause increased again.

"That was the best, most passionate sex I've ever seen," said Cheryl, "it was beautiful."

"You know, I'm starting to think that you two are party poopers," said Didi.

As we began to slip into the hot tub, Jill and Rita pulled us back.

"Before you get into the hot tub, you have to be clean. House rules."

Rita began to suck my cock clean as Jill went to her knees and licked Sheila. Cheryl nudged between us and we kissed. We felt like royalty and we all slid into the tub. Sheila gathered us into a group hug and somehow, she got me in the middle. I must admit that having four women tightly squeeze you while in a hot tub -- eight breasts bobbing into and around your face -- is quite a thrill.

"And now for the next act," said Didi.

"Ladies and Gents, today we are going for the gold!" announced Ken as he winked at Sheila.

Tommy and Terry walked out onto the terrace dressed in red robes. Terry stood in front of us and let her robe drop to the ground. Her body was superb without an ounce of fat. Her breasts stood high and firm and her large brown areolas seemed to highlight her long nipples. Her hips curved just wide enough to appear like a natural cock basket. Her pussy was framed by a vertical landing strip that seemed to land at her long gash.

Tommy walked next to her and dropped his robe to the ground. The collective gasps seemed to suck the air out of the sky as we gazed upon his athletic body and his huge, truly pendulous cock. It had to be a good twelve inches long as it hung down to mid-thigh. The large round mushroom head was hidden by a large fleshy foreskin. It was as thick as a salami. It really was some kind of amazing thing considering that it was still soft.

Max, Sue and Didi gathered around him as Terry held his cock out straight. The women all got to their knees and began to lick it slowly and theatrically. His ball sack looked as though it held softballs and it, too, hung to mid-thigh.

Cheryl commented, "There's just no way could I ever get that inside of me...no fucking way."

There was a murmur of agreement.

Slowly, Tommy started to get hard and the head began to pop out from the foreskin. As it emerged, it was deep red and, to my eyes, looked threatening. Four tongues ran along the sides and around the balls. Didi turned to the hot tub assembly and smiled.

"Any volunteers care to help us out? We'd like to set a Guinness World Record."

Mel, Frank and Doreen joined as Ken stood to the side taking pictures. Cheryl, Rita, Jim and Sam clung to Sheila and I in the hot tub and hands wandered around. Tommy groaned as Doreen slipped the head into her mouth. Her cheeks flared as she sucked on the massive thing. Frank licked at the root. Mel positioned himself into Terry's backside.

"We got seven! Can I get eight?" Asked Didi.

Jill rose out of the tub and asked, "Is there any room for me?"

Didi placed several chaise cushions down and repositioned Tommy onto his hands and knees. Now, there was more room for more bodies. Still, his long cock nearly touched the ground. She placed several more cushions under his knees to lift his ass up some more and now his cock was a few inches from the ground...enough for a head, so to speak. Max scooted under him and began to lick his ball sack. Mel slipped his dick into Max and then leaned forward to work on Tommy's ass again. Frank, Doreen, Didi and Sue took up position at his sides and they began to lick his shaft. Terry also found a spot under him so that both she and Max could work on his balls. Jill couldn't find a spot to work on his dick and she made a face. Didi squeezed her into a side position so that she could also share a piece of his shaft. Ken pulled up a chair and placed it by Tommy's head. With his camera in position, he moved forward so Tommy could suck on his warhead.

"Ok, that makes nine...and it looks like I have a good camera angle, too! Hey! I thought we had ten!"

"I'm here," shouted Jack as he ran over and found a spot pulling at Tommy's nipples.

We began to laugh at the sight of this grouping. It reminded me of a bunch of circus clowns piling out of a tiny car. It wasn't all that erotic a sight, it seemed more like a novelty. I began to envision excavated murals from the walls of Pompeian bathhouses, you know, the ones where one person is sexually connected to the next and so on down the wall. Still, it was a truly amazing sight.




Didi and Ken Throw a Party Ch. 05



I wasn't hard until Sheila pushed her butt into me and rocked back and forth. Cheryl and Rita were alongside us and as we stared at the performance in front of us, I noticed that their hands were not visible. I placed one hand under Rita's ass and pressed Cheryl's hand into Rita's puss. The head of my cock had now popped into Sheila's ass as the hot tub jet caressed her vulva. I felt a cock rubbing along my ass and I eased into it.

"That's right, suck that dick...suck it good," ordered Ken.

"I'm gonna blow," warned Tommy as he pulled himself up and began fisting himself as fast as he could. Mel continued to eat his ass and Max continued to suck his nuts.

The others watched as globs of semen dripped down. Several shots hit his audience as they urged him on.

"And now for the coup de grace," announced Terry.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her up so he was standing. She slipped his cock, still hard and dripping into her canal and slid down until most of it was inside her.

"No way, girl," said Jill.

"Way," responded Terry as she bounced on his monster between grunts and squeals.

Applause erupted as the couple danced around wildly fucking.

"Most impressive," I thought, "most impressive."

"Can I try to ride him?" asked Jill.

"The line forms here," Doreen informed her.

Sure enough, over the next hour or so, several women played "Urban Cowboy" and couple of guys attempted to deep throat or get ass-fucked. But not Sheila and me. We were in our own world and enjoying every minute of it.

Rita tried to mount Tommy and couldn't get it in very far. Several people held her in the air and held her legs apart. They sort of "spoon-fed" his long, fat cock into her until she cried out.

"No! No more! I can't do it! Ow! Please! No more!"

They lay her down on a chaise and Didi began to rub her pussy.

"Poor baby. Let me help you. Anybody want to help our poor baby?"

Soon there were hands and mouths all over Rita. She was living out her fantasy again as she let sounds of joy escape.

"We'll be leaving in about two hours so eat and gamble or fuck or whatever but we'll meet in the lobby at eleven, ok," said Didi while she sat on Rita's face.

Sheila and I dressed, had a little something to eat, had a bit more to drink and descended to the casino where we proceeded to win more money. With five minutes left, I handed Sheila a silver dollar and told her to bang one more slot. She selected the very last slot machine before the lobby. I stood behind her and groped her ass "for luck" and, as if it was predestined, she won another $250 dollars. We exchanged our cash and chips and had a little over $3000.00.

"Didn't I tell you we were on a roll, darling?" How right she was.

We met the group and all hustled back into the stretch Hummer.

"This is what I gave Tommy -- a stretch Hummer! Only it stretched my mouth about a foot!"

"Me, too."

"Mine, too"

"It still hurts."

Although I never accepted Ken's offer of a gambling stake, I quietly handed him $1000.00 to donate to the Wounded Warrior Project to help our disabled soldiers returning from Iraq and Afghanistan. He and Didi kissed me. I had a good feeling.

We all made it back to the boat somewhat giddy and inebriated, and just a little worse for wear. Our crew had prepared a table of desserts, coffee, tea and liqueurs. I filled my snifter with XO and started to head to my cabin when Sheila stopped me.

"Before we hit the pillows, Didi and Ken requested our company. Of course, I told them we'd be there. Is that alright with you?"

"It is but only if you kiss me right now."

She did and we did but I will save that for the conclusion of this saga.

Next Time: The Cruise Home.

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