I was still asleep in the skipper's chair when Gary woke me as he came on board, and as I struggled for consciousness, a depression swept over me. Maybe part of the it was down to the effect that squirting was beginning to have on me - it was draining and exhausting me. Pain through pleasure just about summed it up. Maybe also I was low about how this weekend had turned out.
It was now Saturday evening, and Gary and I should have spent most of the time in bed, fucking each other senseless. Instead a weird couple had lured us in and proceeded to lay bare our true sexuality. But, hey, it was all in our hands. We could've said no at any time.
Gary was a little sheepish when he woke me, and I didn't think I dared bring up the subject of him and Benedict. Then I thought, fuck it, why not?
"Sorry, Lianne,' he murmured, beating me to the punch. "I should have told you." I sighed, and took his hand.
"Gary, it's not a problem, for me. Really it's not," I stroked his hand as I spoke. "But which side of the fence do you think you're happiest on?"
"Both, that's the trouble." I stretched and yawned.
"D'you think we'll ever fuck again?" he asked. I laughed.
"The way I feel right now I doubt I'll ever fuck again! What were that pair like?
"I don't know what it was about Benedict," he spoke quietly, looking abstractedly down the stairwell to the cabin.
"Could it have been his big cock?" I asked, with a little sarcasm, and then regretted it.
"There's something about some men!" he cried, hands spread out as if in supplication, and I felt so sorry for him right then.
"I get to where something big is sliding into me," he went on. "And suddenly, whammo! I can't get enough of it!"
"It's a good feeling," I murmured.
"And it sort of makes me feel empowered!" His eyes were bright as he spoke, and I just thought; how wrong you are - it's the guy doing the fucking who's the empowered one. You're just the one who's being fucked.
"Are you and Mel...?" I began.
"No," came the answer. "Though I'd probably make a move on him if I had the opportunity, but it's never come up."
"It came up when you two were fucking me that first day!" He blushed, which surprised me.
"I was concentrating on you, Lianne," his voice was sad. "And I do still like fucking women, believe it or not!" I slid from the stool and wrapped my arms around his neck, my belly up close to him, so I could feel his cock stir. We kissed, softly and tenderly without any hint of sex or lust. Just two pairs of lips moving lightly and lovingly. I grasped his semi-erect cock with one hand and waggled it.
"I don't think this is going anywhere for a while, do you?" He gave me a rueful look, and we wandered down the stairs, stumbling and dazed before flinging ourselves onto the unmade bed.
We did fuck again of course. We took the boat back to the marina, and I drove him to my place, where we spent the rest of the weekend in my bed. I didn't care who he imagined I was when he slid into me, but he fucked me good and hard.
I decided it was time I touched base with Sylvie again, so I organised a workout session at the gym, and I hadn't been there ten minutes when she spotted me and took over my life again.
"Got a surprise for you, Lianne!" The excitement in her voice was almost childlike.
"Take a look at that!" She pointed towards the end of the gym, where a huge, muscular guy was working out. The place was almost deserted, so he was rather obvious.
"What d'you reckon to that?" I looked puzzled.
"Sylvie, you like women! You've never indicated that you had any feelings for men in any way, shape or form. You even live with a woman!"
"I got rid of her ages ago - just after you and I became an item!" she said. " And he's not just any man!"
Jesus! So Sylvie and I were an item?
She brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, and planted her eyes back on him. She was obviously smitten by him.
"His name's Starr, and he does male muscle shows, you know - Mr. This or That - and he's not a pretty piece of puff pastry. He's all man. My kind of man!"
"Have you two fucked yet?' I asked, anxious not to destroy the dream. She nodded her head excitedly.
"He's so good, and he cums like there's no tomorrow! And I want you to meet him and, you know - maybe we could get up a threesome!"
"Why involve me?"
"Because you're my best friend and lover, Lianne. Why else would I want you to meet him?"
There she went again. Lover! I wasn't her lover. I was an occasional sex partner.
"Sylvie," I said. "Why share him? If he's that good, keep him to yourself!"
"Oh for fuck's sake, Lianne," her eyes blazed as she spoke. "This isn't love, or hearts and fucking flowers, this is sex! I want you to share him with me!"
I looked again, as the man worked the weights, and had to admit he was a looker. If his cock was as good as the rest of him...
"When do I get to meet him?"
Sylvie had arranged for him to stay on after she'd closed up for the night. She called out to him, and he turned, and he really was a good looker. He strolled down the floor to us and she introduced him to me, and I had that strange feeling I rarely get when I meet a man - my cunt puckered. Or at least it felt like it did.
"So you're Lianne," he murmured, taking my entire body in with a long sweep of his eyes.
"And you're Starr," I replied. "Are you big all over?"
"I think I can make your eyes water," came the reply. "Are you big all over?" I gave him a cool smile.
"I think I can handle whatever you've got." He laughed, and I liked him at once, and Sylvie was delighted that I liked him, and she wanted us to go into the private gym at the rear of the building, which was more comfortable, and had a bed. Sylvie and I had used it on occasions when we'd got it on together, and I could vouch for its comfort.
As the last of the clients left, Sylvie activated the electronic alarm system, and then we all three retired to the private gym. We stripped off together, and she and I both kept looking over to where he was already almost naked.
He turned, stroking a big cock that made my eyes open wide. I thought back to Sylvie's dildo, and here it was again, but in flesh form, and with its own reservoir of cum! Sylvie and I stood there, like two naked challengers, saying nothing but just looking, and the only sound in the room was that of the air conditioning and the breathing of two horny women.
He did everything to us I could ever have imagined and more - Sylvie and I both squatted on him - her on his cock and me over his lips - while she and I kissed and licked above him. And then he drove that prick into me like he really meant it, making me gulp as I felt its full force. While he fucked me they both kissed, open mouthed above me, spraying saliva while he alternated between pumping my cunt and my ass. He fucked like a dream - mean and heavy like he knew exactly how a woman needed to be fucked. No half-measures and he had the stamina of a stallion. And then Sylvie told me she had a treat for me.
"Ever eaten a cream pie?" I told her no, but I'd seen them in porn films.
"He's so fucking good at this, she told me. "And he has the volume of spunk to make it last. It's worth filming!" She arranged herself kneeling with thighs wide on the bed.
"Slip under me here, honey, your head at the other end, facing up," she said. I did as I was told, and lay beneath her, looking up at her shining, sweat-speckled cunt, and then back at Starr, stroking himself, legs spread and ready.
He moved into her and slid himself smoothly into her puckered ass.
She cried out momentarily, and then spread herself a little more until he was right up inside her, while I watched from below and enjoyed the occasional splash of juice on my face.
"It's all yours, baby," she groaned, as Starr's great dick ploughed in and out of that oh-so-familiar asshole. I held my mouth open while I waited, thinking back to the weekend and the strange couple who'd got us drunk. I'd rather it was Sylvie who'd done it to me - though she wouldn't have had to get me drunk - and my heart lurched as I remembered Gary, and how he thought I'd been disappointed in him.
Such a sweet boy and such a good fuck, and so screwed up.
Starr was grunting heavily as he plundered Sylvie, and my mouth was filling with the drippings from his cock and her ass, so I had to swallow regularly. And now Sylvie had lowered her head, and her tongue was lapping at my clit. How much better could this be? I asked myself, as I marveled at the heavy balls that swung just above me. I realised, also, that I hadn't thought of Sam for some time, until this moment. Could that mean something significant?
Like I didn't need him or his opinions any more?
Sylvie was really getting to me now and I felt that lurch approaching that would send me into hyper drive, but I wanted to control it more. I wanted to come when Starr came. Why was my timing so difficult to co-ordinate? Sylvie was rolling her head uncontrollably from side to side, yet her tongue maintained its liquid presence in my vagina, but I knew from experience that she was out of her head now, the way she was shoving her ass back hard against Starr's cock.
"Be ready!" Starr cried out above me. "I'm getting' there, Sylvie! I'm gonna....cum... cum...Lianne... and...aaaahhh!...!" All the while Sylvie was moaning and groaning, her lips moving against my cunt, and my hands had now joined them as I worked my clit into a frenzy and now I had to let go with my climax, screaming as the spray shot from me and spattered somewhere out of sight.
And again I came, and yet again, and not for once did Starr lose his rhythm, though there was a fine stream of cum drooling down from where his cock met Sylvie's asshole.
"Oh baby, baby!" yelled Sylvie through my juice, as she licked and sucked on me while I continued to shoot, and then the cock suddenly stopped moving, and stayed there, half in and half out.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" Starr's voice was even more hoarse than before.
"OK, Starr," Sylvie breathed, as she spoke unevenly, and the cock was slowly withdrawn from her ass, coated in thick cream that drooled down and flapped over my open mouth.
"Open wide, Lianne!" Her voice came from way away out of sight and I watched her flex her ass muscles, and then a long jet of cum spat out, hitting my hair, followed by a heavy sperm waterfall that poured freely from her asshole, down over her clitoris and on down into my waiting mouth. It gushed lavishly, and I swallowed greedily, while Starr stood behind me, his big cock still erect, and looming over my face. He was still pumping so I got treats from him and Sylvie, as I reached up, stroking it and feeling the power beneath the flesh.
He gave me the same treatment an hour later, making my ass ache for more, and then he took it in turns slipping it into us both, one after the other, as Sylvie and I knelt together on the bed kissing and tonguing.
I drove home, tired but well satisfied, with my cunt aching from sheer pleasure, and turned on the lights, glad to be back in my little nest, and alone for a change. I poured myself a large scotch, slumped into my favorite chair, and closed my eyes. I decided that Gary was going to have to go onto the back burner for a while. It might give him a chance to sort out his head, and his preferences. I checked the machine.
Sam had called. It was the usual distant voice, like he was speaking to a stranger, so I decided to wait a while before I phoned him back.
No hurry.
- End of Part 6 -