“Not fucking likely!” Denise snapped, “I’ve never done that before, and it sure takes the energy out of me. God, one more cum like that, and you’re gonna have to call Emergency Rescue to lift my body off this tub! I’ll tell you what, though. The next time I squirt, I want to be stuffed full of Ted’s cock, and getting royally fucked half to death!”
Brian finally found the strength to help his girlfriend up to her feet, and Marsha immediately collapsed against him.
“Baby,” he cooed softly in her ear, “the way you teased me with all those words? God, that makes me so horny! That was the best cum I’ve ever had!” He kissed her temple softly, then lifted her head to capture her waiting lips, feeling her tongue demanding his, her insistence forcing him to be dominated, to surrender himself, to capitulate to her need for his closeness. He groaned in blissful defeat as Marsha staked her claim on his body.
“I’m wiped” Ted wheezed. “Marsha’s plan sounded great when she first came up with it, but I don’t know if I could cum again before sunrise. Geez, Dennie, you sucked the life right out of me!”
“Yep, and I’m gonna suck you again until you’re hard enough to fill my empty cunt,“ Denise growled, “then I’m gonna fuck your ass until we both wash this damned deck with our combined juices! If you think I’m gonna be satisfied with just my fingers, Bub, I got bad news for you! You’ve got my pussy begging for some hard cock, fucking me deep, making me cum all over it. But there’s only two available guys on this barge, and Brian’s got his work cut out for him already! If Marsha’s even half as horny as I am, neither one of you two are gonna walk straight for a fucking month!”
Marsha had be pensively quiet, her mind racing to find a way to get her shipmates horny enough to engage themselves in another sexual bout.
“Dennie,” she growled lustfully, “I want to see you squirt again. Sit your ass down on that seat, and do yourself in front of us. Show us your fuck-hole, your pink little inner lips. Finger yourself off in front of all of us. I need these guys hard again, and I’ll bet that’ll do it.”
“Yeah, Baby. Show us how you make yourself cum!” Ted growled with an encouraging tone. He stepped forward for a better view as Denise plunked her ass on the seat, then slid forward, her thighs spread wide as she presented her pussy for her three sex-mates. Her fingers slowly slid down her belly and into her slit, then she lightly tickled her still-swollen clit. A jolt shot through her crotch, and she pulled her hand away quickly.
“I can’t!” she cried out. “I’m too fucking sensitive! My poor clit almost hurts, it’s so abused!”
“Baby, it’s either that, or I’m going to lick and suck your cunt until you gush all over my face. Your choice, but God, the thought of you playing with yourself turns me on!” Ted declared.
“No, Ted. I can’t. Not right now, anyway.” Denise pleaded. “My cunt needs cock. Fuck me, Baby, and let my poor clit have a rest. Maybe later, after we’ve screwed each other for a while, but not right now. I’ll do myself for you, if you want me to. I promise. But my pussy’s so overstimulated after that last cum, I just can’t right now.”
Marsha had strategically placed herself between the two boys, and took their limp cocks in her hands, beginning to stroke both in an effort to make them hard again. Brian moaned delightedly at her touch. Ted withdrew in defensive reaction, but not enough to pull himself from Marsha’s insistent grip.
“I’m going to jack you two until you’re both hard, then make you both shoot your wads. You’re gonna cream all over this deck if we have to keep going until sunrise, and that’s a promise, not a threat” she told both boys in no uncertain terms. “Dennie, give them something inspirational. Show them your cunt. Open your lips and let them see that place they want to stuff their hard, thick, cum-filled cocks.” Denise looked hesitant, more because of the discomfort she felt in her clit than anything else. “Do it, Girl,” Marsha commanded, “before I get between your legs and eat your pussy! That would get these horny guys hard in no time, but we need their jizz spurting on the deck. You gonna do yourself, or would you rather I licked your cunt . . . again. Remember how good you said it felt that time I did you?”
“God damn it, Marsha! That’s fucking cheating, and you know it!” Denise howled. “Besides, we were both so fucking horny that night, and I hadn’t lost my cherry back then. Now that I’ve felt a guy’s cock inside me, I’m not sure I could get it on with a girl again! But you sure did make me cum that night!”
Ted and Brian both looked at each other with a blank expression, before Brian asked the question burning in both his mind and Ted’s.
“You two girls got it on with each other? Wow! And all this time, we both thought you two were a bit . . . prudish? Is that the word I want? Anyway, it turns out that you can be a couple of real sluts, and I, for one, absolutely love that! Shit, would that ever be like our own live porn performance, eh Ted?” Brian’s re-stiffening cock twitched in Marsha’s hand, and she felt Ted becoming hard, too. The pulsing of blood in his veins felt so good as she began to slowly stroke both of them. “God, Ted,” Brian groaned, “she’s gonna jack us both off! My poor nuts are gonna hate me in the morning, but right now, I don’t give a shit!”
The sight of Marsha jacking both boys finally had its effect on Denise, and she began to slide her finger down her slit, around her swollen nub, and dip into her slick hole. She loved to masturbate, and doing so in front of an audience made it that much more pleasurable to her. Both boys were mesmerized, staring at the sex scene unfolding before them and frozen like deer caught in the glare of headlights. The two boys groaned in lustful delight, and their groans were echoed by Marsha as she found herself getting more and more turned on by the sight of her friend exposing her pussy’s pink inner lips for all three to see. She wasn’t sure yet if she was actually bisexual, but the sight of Denise pleasuring herself had Marsha’s blood racing. That sight, and the fact that she had two guys to pleasure, was enough to force a sensuous growl from deep inside her.
“Ted,” Brian whispered, “finger her cunt. I want to feel up her ass.” Ted slowly moved his hand until he covered Marsha’s mound, then ran a finger down her slit, teasing her clit, and searching for her entrance. She opened her stance, encouraging him to explore her pussy some more. She also felt Brian’s hand sliding up and down her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart as he explored her crack. Softly rubbing the delicately smooth skin of her cheeks, he lightly touched her pucker, tickling and teasing her hole as she mewled in delight. Marsha threw her head back and surrendered to the two males intent on giving her all the pleasure they could.
“Yes, Baby,” she growled, “do me there! Open me up, and finger my horny little ass!” Brian removed his finger just long enough to spit some lubricant on it, then returned, pressing against her sphincter until it began to yield to his intrusion. Marsha gasped deeply in delight as she felt herself being invaded. She’d never had anyone take her back there, but now she wanted to feel herself being opened, making her ready for penetration, and ultimately, to feel Brian thrust himself deep into her bowel as he violated her willing asshole. Just the thought of getting ass-fucked made her cunt pulse and tingle. Ted’s finger inside her felt so good, but one wasn’t enough.