Hank stood in Jim and Sally Walker's cruise ship cabin next to their tall, athletic son Peter. Peter still had his shirt and tie on from that morning's college graduation ceremony. Hank's wife Veevee kneeled on the carpet in front of them with a hand on each man's erect cock. Peter's head was tilted back, his eyes were closed, his breaths were deep and ragged, and his cock head weeped fluid.
Veevee asked Peter, "How do you want to come? I'd love you to finish in my mouth, but would there be anything special you've been dreaming about?"
Hank heard some noises from the cabin's bedroom next door. Jim and Sally, he thought. He wondered if Peter's girlfriend Sandy was there too.
Peter said, "God, it would be so hot if you...if you and Sandy were kissing my cock when I come. And maybe...and maybe if you were touching each other?"
"I think we can arrange something like that," Veevee said. "Hank, will you go get Sandy from next door?" She let go her husband's cock and pointed toward the cabin's bedroom. "So did Sandy tell you about the party she went to? I think that night, most of the women ended up spending some time playing with each other. Sandy and I spent some very fun time together. Did she tell you about that?" Veevee returned her free hand to Peter's cock root.
"Mm-hm," Peter said. The tips of his ears were pink, from excitement or embarrassment.
"Were you hoping that you might see some of that first hand?" Veevee asked. She kept up her gentle caressing of Peter's straining cock.
"Mm-uh, kind of, yeah," Peter said.
Veevee smiled. "Well, that night was a little unusual, but I've seen most of the women regulars in our group -- all the married women, come to think of it -- swing with women as well as guys. Some more than others. I guess I have times when most of what I think about at a party is girls, girls, girls." She stuck out her tongue tip and wiggled it up and down.
Peter laughed nervously.
Veevee kept up her stroking and touching. She laughed. "And other times, the opposite, it's dick, dick, dick." She wiggled her hips. "And sometimes I don't even play much at a party, it ends up being more of a social occasion where I get to enjoy watching my friends balling till pumpkin time. I feel so privileged. Not every woman gets to watch her best girlfriend get pronged till she pops!"
Peter sighed. He hoped he could hold on till his girlfriend came back.
Hank returned holding the hand of a nude young woman with sun-streaked blonde hair and a golden tan.
"Sandy dear," Veevee said. "Peter has a special request. He'd like you to help me get him off. And he'd love to see a little encore of what we were doing the night we first met."
Sandy laughed. "Peter, you shameless perv!" she said. "Guess I asked for it, though, telling you exactly what kind of a good time I had."
Veevee continued, "Hank darling, maybe you want to help re-enact that night too."
"I'd be happy to," Hank said.
Peter laughed again.
"But first let's get you off, young man," Veevee said. She held a hand up to help Sandy down next to her on the carpet. "You look fit to burst." She turned to Sandy and said, "Hold his cock steady and start kissing on it."
Sandy shook her wavy golden hair out of her face and held Peter's cock while she started kissing up and down the shaft. Veevee wet a finger and touched it to Peter's cock root, under his balls. She started touching the tip of her tongue to Peter's cock head, tap-tap-tapping on the head, as her finger crept back along the seam on Peter's cock root. With no protest from Peter, Veevee kept tongue-tapping his cock head while Sandy cupped his shaft and kissed it again and again.
To give Peter a show, Veevee reached over to pull gently on one of Sandy's nipples. Sandy caught the idea and reached out for Veevee's breast, cupping its full roundness from below and gently bouncing and squeezing it. Peter moaned.
Veevee's questing fingertip reached the base of Peter's cock root and touched his anus. She started rubbing up and down on the sensitive opening as she changed her tongue strokes to licking up and down on the very tip of his cock head, using the same rhythm for each. Sandy caught on and stepped up her kissing and sucking Peter's shaft, rubbing lightly along the bottom as she cupped his shaft.
Peter's legs trembled. "Ms. Menard, I, ah, Veevee, oh, Sandy I'm coming!" Peter cried. "Ohhhhhh!" His hips jerked, and he squirted come onto Veevee's face. Sandy closed her fingers and jacked her boyfriend's cock into Veevee's open mouth. Veevee leaned forward and encircled Peter's cock head with her lips.
Hank smiled and applauded with silent hand-claps for Veevee and Peter, so as not to disturb him as he finished coming and settled down into a post-orgasm glow. Sandy kept handling Peter's cock, and Veevee kept sucking. Before long Peter had recovered his erection.
"Ready for the next step, Sandy, Hank?" Veevee said.
"Right on!" Sandy said.
"Hank?"
"With pleasure," he said. |