6 comments/ 127613 views/ 9 favorites The Holiday Cruise By: sarahloveitt It was the young man who drew my attention to their table. He was slender in build and about twenty years of age I guess. But he kept glancing across at me with a mysterious look. When my eyes met his, he smiled thinly and turned away to the woman on his right, who I assumed to be his mother. Opposite him was another woman - she looked a little younger and would be his sister, I assumed. He was reasonably good looking and suave in dinner jacket and black tie. I noticed him lean in to say a few words to his mother, who looked across at me herself. Our eyes met and held each other for a few seconds, before she smiled and gave a slight nod. I returned the smile. She was a blonde lady - fairly tall I thought, though when sitting down it's not always easy to tell. Perhaps early forties. Her dinner gown was low cut, showing the promise of generous creamy boobs, accented by a string of pearls - imitation probably. I speculated on her nipples when she glanced at me again, and noticed that I was studying her with some interest. I hurriedly averted my eyes to concentrate on eating the dinner. Then the woman leaned over to speak to her daughter, who looked over her shoulder at me. Although I wasn't looking at her directly, I was aware of her looking at me. With a slight smile on her lips. This was followed by some light animated conversation between them. The meeting of eyes continued on and off during the whole meal. We were cruising off the Spanish coast. We had left the ship for a tour of Barcelona, when Simon, my husband, fell down some steps and broke his ankle! On our first day ashore - and only another ten to go! Hell fire! The Medical Centre staff were brilliant - and expensive - fitting him out with a surgical boot and crutches! So that rather curtailed our activities - though not entirely when under the sheets. I had hoped for a rejuvination of our sex life under the Mediterranean stars, but the rough weather in the Bay of Biscay didn't do my tummy any good. The calmer seas after passing Gibraltar were better and we did manage a quickie on the third morning. Simon was curled up to my back and I had felt his erection when I woke up. So I took the plunge and guided it into my vagina - which is usually in a constant state of readiness! I must say that Simon took the hint and fucked me quite a while before he finally ejaculated. I finished myself off with my fingers. So nothing extraordinary, but even so... a welcome bit of sex. In the large dining-room, I happened to be sitting at a table diagonally across from that of the family of three, so they were often in the corner of my line of vision. The following evening, the same happened - glances, smiles and nods. After dinner, Simon and I were sitting in one of the bar areas drinking coffee, when the blonde lady appeared with her two children. She came over to our table. 'Hi! I'm Beverley, and this is Sam and this Angie. We can't help noticing your dilemma and wanted to say how sorry we are to see you in this state. It must be very frustrating.' 'Very kind,' I replied. 'I'm Sarah and this is Simon. Do join us for coffee.' 'Well, the kids are off to some disco or other, but if I may...' The usual chatter and exchange of experiences on cruises, led Beverley to offer to show us their suite, complete with balcony. Simon demurred, claiming that he wished to relax his leg - but in truth he preferred to sit quietly with a large whisky and soda without the constant chattering of two women to disturb him. Besides, I suspect he wanted to ogle the scantily clad young ladies with soft succulent breasts. I had been interested in the other accommodation offered on the ship and here was a chance to see the more expensive cabins. We took the lift to C deck and Beverley led the way down the corridor to the family suite. A penthouse suite no less! It was a very comfortable space, with large sofa, armchairs, dining table and chairs, writing desk and chair. Television of course. A separate bedroom area with two lower beds converted to a king-size double. The bathroom had a jacuzzi bath, shower and WC. And sliding doors onto the balcony through which the rays of the evening sun cut across the sofa. As I looked round, murmuring my approval, Bev offered me a brandy. Already pleasantly inebriated, I accepted. As I stepped onto the balcony, watching the sun glitter on the waves Bev poured two large glasses topped up with champagne from an already-opened bottle. After handing me the glass, we saluted each other. I returned to the centre of the room to face Bev. She had a large figure - wide hips and a large bosom. It was possible just to notice a darkening of the creamy skin where the breasts disappeared into the top of her dress. It was tantalising! Her blonde hair was carefully arranged. With a straight nose and full lips, high cheek-bones and wide blue eyes, her face was fresh and attractive. The lips looked inviting! I found myself strangely turned on. My groin had that slight ache - a vague yearning that many women get when wanting sexual relief. As we sipped our brandies, neither of us spoke for a few seconds. Bev looked me up and down slowly with a smile of approval on her face, before nodding slightly. 'That's a most becoming dress, if I may say so, Sarah. It shows off your figure to great advantage. Most attractive. You must take care that the ship Lotharios don't get a hold of you.' I laughed. 'Fat chance. At my age?' 'Oh, don't you believe it, they specialise in flattering the ladies who think they're a wee bit past it, believe me. And with a figure like yours...' She left the sentence unfinished. 'You sound as though you speak from experience.' I laughed. 'And what's more, you are very attractive yourself. Your dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, though it does rather make one want to see rather more of what lies within the cleavage!' 'That's easy,' Bev giggled. And she surprised me by suddenly unbuttoning the top and shrugging it from her shoulders. 'There!' Much to my astonishment, she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were large and firm, with very little sag. The centre of interest were the two saucer-like inflated areola topped with large wrinkled nipples. I gasped with both admiration and surprise. I also couldn't believe my own nonchalance and lack of embarrassment. 'What do you think?' Bev cupped both breasts in the palm of her hands, and lifted them, slowly weighing them up and down for my inspection. My eyes were wide with astonishment. 'They're... fabulous, darling!' I stammered. The effect of the wine at dinner, the liqueurs afterwards, and now the generous brandy and champagne, had removed all vestige of embarrassment from me. My vaginal juices were beginning to flow. I was itching to feel those superb boobs. Bev must have read my thoughts. 'Go on, Sarah. Weigh them! Give 'em a squeeze!' As my hands explored their spongy texture, Bev openly and unashamedly, unfastened the clasps of my sarong, allowing it to slip from my shoulder, to fall in a heap of white silk at my feet. My bra was a flimsy, low-cut white lacy silk affair, which did little other than hold up the droop of my ample tits. Though nothing like as ample as Bev's. And my nipples are nothing to write home about, though they are sensitive. Having them sucked is a recip0e for getting me worked up pretty quickly. 'Superb! There, I told you the Lotharios would lust after you, Sarah. And with what you have to offer, there'd be no shortage of attempts to suckle those nipples and get their cocks inside those skimpy knickers, to taste the delights of your womanhood.' 'Do you do this often, Bev? Or - forgive the direct question - are you a true lesbian.' As I spoke, I took my hands reluctantly from her breasts, reaching behind my shoulders to unclasp the bra. I wanted Bev to see my own tits, to enjoy the sight of my own nakedness. I shrugged the bra off, shaking my breasts free of their confines. 'No - definitely bi, dear. I love cock as much as the rest of them. But I love a good cunt as well. And tits! What about you?' 'Oh... Just a fling with the vicar's wife now and again. But we both enjoy cock as well - when we can get it.' It was, in fact, Susanna, the vicar's wife , who had introduced me to lesbian sex. She had a superb technique whereby she would keep me on the fringe of an orgasm, without letting it actually explode. Susanna could control it like surfing the waves, bringing it nearer and nearer until I was almost screaming with utter frustration. Then letting it crash over me, swamping me in a delirium of sexual and physical elation. Bev was staring at the tits I love, closing in on me. She took me in her arms, and kissed me softly and lingeringly on the lips. I liked that. I responded, chewing lightly on her full lips. As we kissed, her hand slid down my back, slipping inside the waistband of my knickers to caress the firm mounds of flesh. My bottom is fairly firm - not too large - and squeezable. Our breasts squashed hard together. Her swollen nipples caressed my own stiff ones as she rubbed them together sexily. It was incredibly exciting. As we kissed, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my knickers, slowly easing them over my hips. Her lips left mine, moving over my neck, then down to my breasts, as she gently slid onto her knees in front of me. All the time, I fondled her boobs as her tongue and lips caressed my body - starting with my nipples, sliding down to my belly until she reached my hairy mound. Her hands had, by this time, pushed the knickers to my ankles. Having achieved that goal, Bev ran the palms of her hands up the inside of my thighs, reaching the now soaking vulva, where they parted the labia to expose my hard clitoris. Her lips gripped the small pale knob whilst her tongue flicked against it gently. My body responded immediately by trembling and shuddering with lust, head thrown back, concentrating on the pleasure I felt in my groin. It was bliss! Before I realised what was happening, the two of us were sprawled on the large sofa, clawing eagerly at each other's genitals. Bev exploring the valley between my blonde hairy thighs, whilst I groped lasciviously at her sloppy, wet labia. Her golden hair - almost ginger - spread across the lower belly, over her puffed outer labia and well into the inner thighs. She had a very large, fleshy vulva, with generous labia of considerable proportions. I parted them with my thumbs to reveal the glorious opening to her inner mystery. The inner tongues of pink flesh that surrounded the tunnel, Bev's secret passage, were flexing open and close, with the instinctive jerking of the inner muscles. I was fascinated. The milky, saliva-like love juice was seeping from the dark interior of the dilated vagina. At the top of the wide red gash, hidden beneath its prominent hood, was the button which could trigger her untold physical delight. Emerging from the under side side of the hood, liked looped curtains, were the inner labia, generous drooping folds of coral-coloured, crumpled flesh flanking the urethra. The whole picture was framed with the thick, plump outer lips, covered with her silky golden hair, shimmering in the shaft of sunlight that fell across her thighs. Bev took my face between her hands, encouraging it to close in on her vulva. I was only too willing. The feeling of my cool breath on her vulva must have increased her anticipation. Her body lurched suddenly as my tongue flicked under the hood to find her clitoris. Her whole body was now alive with trickling sensations. I felt her groin lurch and twitch inside. The fluttering excitement was growing stronger in her. Her muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs were trembling and shaking as I sensed her reaching to her very core for her orgasm. I was playing her like a delicate instrument and enjoying controlling her reactions. Now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles, the whole of her loins shook with a craving for relief. Trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony for her. I knew that she desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanting the sensation racking her body to last forever. That is what I wanted to give her. It was sheer ecstasy for her. Moaning with agonised rapture, the waves of lust shuddered throughout her being. My mouth was driving her crazy, clinging on to her labia, licking and lashing with eagerness, tongue jabbing in and out of the hot vagina. The wide sloppy entrance didn't escape attention, either. My long, stiff tongue penetrated it, after licking carefully around the rim, where the honeyed vaginal juices had trickled. God! I was working her body and she was loving it! When I unexpectedly pushed my index finger deep into her anus, that did it! It triggered the orgasm. Bev's body jolted violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Her loins were clutching at the orgasm, spasm after spasm, lurching wildly as the climax finally erupted from the very pit of her being, bursting through her like an exploding rocket. Bev's agonising scream was almost silent, as though she wanted to keep the intense joy to herself. Her face was screwed up as if in pain. I was both surprised and overjoyed by the power of her orgasm. As Bev recovered, I cupped her vulva in my palm, gently cuddling it. Kneeling beside her, I tenderly kissed her swollen nipples before engaging with her mouth. We kissed tenderly for some time, lips and tongues playing together, whilst Bev stroked my breasts with one hand, feeling my soft vulva with the other. Murmurs of untold delight escaped her lips as she slowly recovered from her ordeal, her breathing regaining its composure. It had been an orgasm that I would long remember - and I hoped she would - fantastic! During the embrace, we slowly rolled onto the floor with Bev on top. It was now her chance to examine my own dark secret. Explore that female shrine she begged for. After smothering my face and neck with kisses, she licked and nibbled her way down to my groin, paying attention to the navel on the way, whilst nipping and rolling the nipples with her fingers. Into the forest of hair growing on the hard mound, her lips and tongue sought the peak of the most private part of my body, probing the creases of flesh until they encountered the clitoral hood. I gave a light involuntary jerk as they arrived at the crucial spot before her stiffened tongue snaked between the honeyed labia, exploring every crease in my sex valley, before finding its way into the warm concealed pocket of pleasure. The seat of my joyful lust. Turning to a sixty-nine position, Bev could now study my vulva in detail as she kissed and nibbled. The brownish-pink ridges of flesh growing down the inner slopes of the outer lips, covered with a soft fleece, until the ridges join together below the vaginal opening. That vital lair of mine is protected by four small petals of wet flesh - like a third set of small labia. Hidden within these little lips, is the gateway to the dark mystery of my whole being. The delightful entrance to the alluring passage of my wonderful shrine - to the altar of Aphrodite, as someone had once called it, the goddess of love and desire, now agape with aroused expectation. In a barely audible hoarse whisper, I told her, 'You are now in my garden of paradise, darling! Search for the shrine. Adore it! Worship it!' Bev lightly kissed the hollows of my inner thighs, blowing gently on the vulva. Slowly, the guardian tongues parted to reveal the secret yawning opening, filled with my plentiful starchy secretion. The mouth dilated and throbbed, urging its juices to ooze over, to trickle thickly down to the entrance to my other passage. After softly rubbing the tip of her nose, lips and tongue over my entire valley of delight, allowing her stiffened tongue to investigate the taste of the sweet, precious emission, Bev engulfed the whole inner labia in her mouth, sucking and gently chewing with her lips. My loins shook and trembled, begging for more. Whilst penetrating me with three of her fingers, Bev lowered her own loins to my face, pressing the soft flesh of her vulva against my mouth. I chewed the ample labia, delighting in tasting her feminine juices. My tongue darted in and out of her vagina, mt nose rubbing against her clit. With hands now exploring my whole body, her eager fingers and mouth devouring the delights of my vulva, Bev must have been aware of the slow increase in the tension in my loins. They were gently twisting and swaying. The muscles in the groin jolting with light spasms. Murmurs and groans of pleasure escaped my lips, becoming more intense. My head started to roll from side to side as my whole body started to shake. It was obvious that sharing the sexual arousal of another woman was no new experience for Bev. And a most erotic one. She delighted in dabbling in the forest of hair, the swollen outer lips, the delectable inner labia, the juicy lips of the inner mouth. My puckered anus was covered with juices. Bev snaked her stiff tongue into the centre of it. With a lunge and a great cry of fanatical relief, my vagina erupted with a splash of juices. They splattered over her face. 'Ah!' she cried, 'a squirter! Wonderful, dear!' It was at this moment that the door opened to admit her son, Sam. He was standing over me, looking down at the pair of us of the floor in the flush of orgasms. I didn't see him at first. I was too occupied with my physical sensations to care what was going on elsewhere. It was as my brain returned to reality that he came into focus. As he gazed on the ample buttocks of his mother, straddling my head, the gleam in his eyes told all! I was surprised that I accepted the situation without batting an eyelid. My whole body was suffused with a glow of sheer lechery. In fact, I seriously wondered if Bev had actually laced my drink - I wouldn't have put it past her. And I didn't care. I was enjoying an orgy of sex. Without a word, Sam unfastened the waistband of his trousers, lowering the zip fastener, allowing the trousers to shutter to the carpet. He kicked them aside. My eyes were glued to the bulge in his underwear. It was lifting and stirring. Sam pushed the pants from his thighs to reveal his fast growing erection. My mouth dried up! I stared at it, hypnotised by the throbbing as it reached it's full stretch. It was majestic! Long and straight and solid. Not particularly thick - more like a pole than a trunk. I guessed about seven or eight inches of pale, smooth, solid cock, with a slight shallow S bend in the shaft. There's something about a young man's erect penis - proud and arrogant, yet innocent and unsullied, in a way. It was upright and fully stretched, ready for inserting into the warm female flesh designed for that very purpose. It had been a delightful revelation to me when I finally realised many years ago, that no two cocks were the same. It's the same with vulvas. So it was always with a feeling of eager expectation that I took hold of a new penis. Such a thrill to feel a fresh one. To examine it closely. To smell it. Kneeling either side of my head, I watched in utter amazement as the young man aimed his long, quivering cock at his mother's vagina, sliding it straight in, up to the hilt. Never before had I watched a cock part the labia to penetrate the vagina. Well, I had watched cock push its way into my own pussy many times, of course, but to see it in front of my very eyes, close up, slipping beneath the long wet folds of his mother into her feminine passage, was nothing short of stunning! I heard Bev moan with delight as the cock penetrated her, immediately starting to slide in and out. The floppy labia clutched at the shaft as it drew out, as though trying to prevent it leaving nature's home for it. Then relieved as it slid back in again! Sam's low-hung testicles were swinging over my face as his rhythm increased, whilst Bev was grunting with each thud of his cock. He gripped each buttock to steady himself, sliding that long solid pole into his own mother! The Holiday Cruise It was strange. I could see all the muscles around Sam's loins flutter as they began to tense. His thighs stiffened. The rhythm faltered, becoming more irregular. Sam's breathing got shallow and noisy. The thrusts got deeper and more violent until, with a huge lunge, Sam bellowed. His cock ejaculated deep into Bev, then quickly withdrew after the first spurt for the last few jets to splash against her vulva and over my lips and chin. It was then that I noticed Angie sitting on the settee, watching her brother shag her mother, whilst, gusset pushed aside, she openly rubbed her own clit. She must have come in shortly after Sam, but the hectic action in the room had riveted my attention. I was unaware of anything else happening. The spasms over, Sam heaved himself onto the sofa to flop beside his sister, his cock still to attention, now smeared with sperm and his mother's vaginal juices. 'Ring the bell, Angie,' Bev asked. She climbed from me, leaving me sprawled on the carpet, legs apart. Somewhat alarmed, I sat up. 'Okay. I'm ready for a good shag.' Angie said. 'Don't worry Sarah. We have a private butler service. Part of that service is to shag me and Angie when necessary - which is most evenings! You'll like him.' After a few seconds, during which Angie licked her brother's cock clean, the door opened. A young dark-skinned Asian man came in smiling, closing the door behind him. 'The usual ma'am?' he enquired. Bev indicated me. 'No Dominic. This lady needs you first.' I thought I must be dreaming. The butler removed his trousers and underwear deftly, to display a stiffening dark-coloured cock. Although the shaft was of average dimensions, it sported an unusually large head, already half emerged from the foreskin. As he undressed, Bev and Angie helped me to my feet, from where I was squatting on the floor, and bent my face down, over the arm of the armchair. I was interested to know what they intended. I hadn't long to wait! The two ladies stood on either side holding my thighs apart to present my dripping vagina to the greedy eyes of the young butler. His cock had quickly stiffened in readiness for the service it was about to give my hungry vagina, open and willing. Almost gagging for it! What on earth was I doing, I wondered? But there was no time to ponder that question! My vagina dilated, the petals opened to allow the entrance of the stiff cock. My whole body was alive with trickling sensations. My skin tingled. I flexed my muscles as my groin lurched and twitched within. The feeling of excitement grew stronger. Muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Dominic was ready to penetrate me now. His cock poised at the entrance of my shrine. The shrine I cherish. The place of worship that gives me such wonderful sensations. My precious gateway! About to be violated! I was about to offer up the secret of my most treasured possession to this strange, dark idol. I adore cock! I wanted it more than anything else in the world right now. With great deliberation and tenderness, the large head began its awesome journey into my shrine of mystery and rapture. I felt the folds open to receive him, swallowing the wonderful invader. The throbbing vagina was opening and closing in a slow rhythm, drawing in the shaft to explore the inner secrets of my delight, until the whole length was fully submerged in the centre of the golden forest, wallowing in the supple wet flesh. I murmured and sighed with deep pleasure. Meantime, Sam moved to the side of my head, his wonderful, long solid cock once again at full stretch. It towered from the mat of dark hair, stretching upwards as he stood exposing it to me. I pushed my hands against the cushion of the arm chair to raise my shoulders so that my face was level with that glorious piece of young manhood. After staring at it for some seconds, admiring it's beauty, I opened my lips and took it slowly into my hot mouth. As I took Sam in my mouth, Dominic started to plunge in and out with firm, deep strokes, the hairy gash split apart by his cock coating it in love's lubricating juice. It was out of this world – to be fucked by a stranger's cock, with a second stranger's cock deep in my mouth. Worshiping that cock with my mouth was delectable. I deep throated him, a technique I trained myself for many years ago. To feel the stiff thin cock down my throat was a glorious sensation. I had gone to a private all-women dinner party some years ago, to learn the techniques of playing with the penis - complete with a selection of artificial cocks - from a lady guest who was an expert in such matters - and expensive! How to relax the throat and give deep throat was amongst the techniques. It took quite a bit of practice though. Bev seemed delighted at the sight of me being screwed. God's wish! The holy union of man and woman. To participate was one thing, to observe closely another. She was watching carefully as Dominic fucked me, his prick sliding in and out of those fleshy folds, its lips clinging on to the lurching body as I sucked and licked her son's slender cock with ecstasy. I learned later that Angie was engrossed in studying other women's bodies. Their breasts and nipples. Their genitals. The scent of their flesh. Alluring. All different. All helping the increase in her carnal sensation. She was really turned on. Watching Dominic fuck another woman was exhilarating. She shuddered with the thrill. So she decided to join in. Angie, now naked, came to join me on the other arm of the chair, watching as Sam, his stamina and stiffness fully recovered, pushed his long cock deep into my mouth. I licked and chewed on it ravenously. Angie perched her naked bottom on the edge of the arm of the chair, her thighs open to allow free passage to her young vulva, the fresh pink lips framed in its soft downy hair, the vagina dilated, ready for penetration. Taking hold of Sam's cock, she withdrew it from my mouth, pulling him between her thighs, to place the head between her inner labia. Needing no further encouragement, Sam slipped the full length of his penis into the soft fleshy vagina. Angie sighed with happiness. It was what she had been seeking all the evening. Cock! It was then that my body quite suddenly went into a series of convulsions. It jerked and leapt at the thudding of a throbbing cock deep within me. I gasped, moaned and cried with agonised delight. 'Oh, God! That's great! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!' I tried to hold my climax at bay, but with Dominic driving in and out of me with vigour, the orgasm swirled around, just below the surface of my loins, teasing me. Then, it slammed through me like a bolt of lightning. Dominic's cock continued thrusting in and out with increasing force. He was reaching for his own orgasm, his muscles clutching for the climax, clenching hard as I squirmed beneath him. A woman knows when her man is reaching the climax. He was enjoying every minute. Every thrust. His body seemed a mass of quivering nerves as his loins built up tension. He couldn't really control it any longer. I felt his loins clutch at the sensation, trying to trigger the ejaculation. Then it came! Ahh! His whole body stiffened, every muscle at full stretch, his seed surging up his quivering shaft. Pulling away, the sperm spurted with much force into the air, spraying over my back. 'Yes! Yes!' cried Bev at the sight. 'Excellent!' She evidently adored watching cocks explode! 'Oh, wonderful,' was Angie's response to the magic of the ejaculation. 'The essence of life.' Bev looked down to see the second splash make a trail of white pearls over my buttocks. Quickly lowering her head, she caught the third gush in her mouth, before taking the shaft in her hand to jerk the remaining three splashes from the heavily juice-coated cock – the generous coating of my vaginal juices. Meantime, clasping her hands round Sam's neck Angie was clearly ecstatic with happiness, with Sam's long cock inside her yielding vagina. She hinged her thighs as wide apart as she could, to allow deepest penetration of that superb shaft. She was floating in a cloud of ecstasy. Angie told me afterwards that she loved being fucked! She was at her happiest when a stiff cock was filling her vagina, fucking, fucking, fucking! She felt alive - happy and content to allow the solid intruder to stroke her inner folds. That was, after all, what vaginas were for, she said. To be fucked - often! I had to agree. I read somewhere that a man usually ejaculated about one third of his sperm supply at a time, leaving the rest for a possible second and third mate. Sam and Dominic seemed to prove that to be true. Keeping up the steady rhythm, Sam screwed vigorously until he felt his muscles begin to contract once again, before bursting open the sluice gate to lubricate his sister's vagina with his juices. Angie's growing muscular tautness came to a gripping climax, joining him in a rare simultaneous orgasm. Whilst brother and sister were recovering, their mother was toying with Dominic's cock, which had not fully softened, encouraging it to fill again. Sitting him on the sofa, Bev gestured to me to take him in my mouth. I did, my head bobbing up and down, my tongue working on it, to feel the cock swelling and stiffening. Fantastic feeling! When he was fully erect again, Bev eased me away, and sat over his lap, with her back to him, easing the cock inside her. They were a remarkable family. Each of them seemed to have unlimited sexual appetites. World athletes at sex I've no doubt. As Dominic shagged Bev - or rather she shagged him - I was screwed by Sam leaning over the back of a dining chair, with Angie kissing my nipples. By that time I was just awash with sheer lecherousness, accepting whatever sex was offered me. Wallowing in the joy and ecstacy of it all. I had lost count of my orgasms. Over coffee we had a brief chat about their sexual excesses, before I left them ready to indulge in further incest and black on white. It would be about quarter to ten when I finally returned to our standard cabin after a good hour or so of non-stop sexual activity. I found Simon reclining on the bed, holding a stiff cock in his hand, a broad grin on his face. My heart sank! My God! I hope he doesn't want to fuck me, I thought. How shall I explain not wearing any knickers and a vagina swilling with other men's sperm. I smiled at him. 'My goodness, Simon. Does it want fucking, sucking or hand-job?' I sat at the side of the bed, gently touching the familiar shaft of thick flesh, letting my fingers trail up and down it. It jerked at my touch. I drew the foreskin from the shining head. 'I think I'm rather pissed darling, and my broken bones may not stand up to a full fuck. But my cock's up to a full attention.' His words were, it's true, slightly slurred. 'It must be the whiskey.' I laughed. 'More like the half-naked young ladies you've been ogling, your fantasies working overtime.' 'Well, there are some very attractive ones.' 'I guess I'm a bit drunk too, I guess,' I said, though drunk with lust more like. 'Brandy and champagne, and everything a girl could wish for in that penthouse suite. And men,' I added. 'You'd have enjoyed it. Hang on! Keep it up!' And I slipped into the bathroom, where I put the knickers in the soiled linen basket, wiped my gash quickly with toilet paper, flushing it down the loo, before returning to the bedroom. Unclasping my sarong, I allowed it to fall to the floor, then sat beside him once again, releasing my bra. Now naked, I leaned over him to take his cock in my mouth. His hands clasped my slightly sagging boobs, nipples still erect. Fortunately, he didn't try to feel my vulva yet. Simon sighed with happiness as I worked my tongue around his shaft, screwing it with my hands, gripping my lips on the pale flesh. I'm a sucker for cocks - if you'll forgive the pun! It was the best toy that nature every bestowed on man. The texture, the taste... everything about it thrills me. I like labia as well - lets face it, I love all genitals! In my hand was another glorious penis. One I knew well this time. A handsome prince fit to worship at my shrine. I never tired of investigating the contours of my husband's cock, finding it solid and straight, with a network of thick, gnarled veins, like whipcord under the surface. I placed my thumb over the tip to feel the pearl of liquid gathered in the opening of his foreskin. I worked his cock up and down, slowly at first, then more urgently. The sheer thrill of fondling such an idol - for that's what it is - increased the tensions mounting inside me. When I judged that Simon was past caring, I knelt over his face into a sixty-nine. It was quite a long time since we'd had a bit of oral, so I was indebted to the whisky, or whatever had made him randy. As for me - I was still raring to go. Any wetness in me he would now take to be my natural juices. We were soon masturbating each other feverishly with our mouths, in a delirium of ecstasy. My inner muscles clutched hungrily at the probing tongue, already beginning to flex with the start of an orgasm. Anyone would think I'd been starved of sex for months! I started moaning and gasping with delightful agony, lost in excitement. 'Oh God! Make me come,' I whispered softly and urgently, spurring him on. 'Make me come!' I was wanking him urgently now. But Simon was the first to come with a loud grunt. I felt the jet of sperm gush on my neck, followed by several more splashing on my boobs in the process. I didn't care! I cried out in joy! 'Yes! Yes!' The mere experience of feeling this ejaculating cock triggered off my own staggering release. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!' I wailed to myself. 'Don't stop! Keep going!' The massive wave of emotion crashing over me, making my loins jerk with its force. Each new orgasm always comes on me as a surprise. A new thrill, as though each time was the very first climax I'd experienced. Masturbation gave me such a wonderful feeling. I flopped on Simon's chest exhausted and panting. We slept well that night. I later discovered that Bev and her family pulled a different new partner - or partners - most nights, inviting them to their penthouse of sex and lust! I didn't repeat the performance myself, but had many memories to spur me on in my imagination during masturbation, or sex with Simon.