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Care To Join Us?

Care To Join Us?

Paul watched as Jill's fingers touched his hard cock. He moved his hips so that the tip of the cock rested against the cleanly shaven skin between her legs. She moved the cock into place and let her hand fall to the bed. Paul leaned forward.

With his face next to hers, he felt the swollen head of his cock slide inside her. Then a couple more inches. She was warm and moist and ready. Jill lifted her legs to straddle his waist and the job was done.

They lay together momentarily, simply enjoying the feeling. Paul felt his wife's breasts below his chest. He felt the heels of her feet rest on his ass. He reached back and caressed her thighs, sliding his hands down until they held her smooth ass.

And then he started to fuck her. They had been married just long enough to realize there was lovemaking and there was fucking. Tonight they wanted to fuck. It was an unspoken agreement, but they could tell. The way they undressed each other...the way they threw themselves onto the bed...the way they moaned into each other's ear.

Paul drove his cock into Jill rapidly and firmly. She loved it when her husband sensed her sexual urgency. They would both cum quickly. Neither would stop until the other was satisfied. Lovemaking was nice when their moods demanded slow and pleasurable nurturing. But it was hard to beat fucking.

Jill would cum solely from the stimulation she received from Paul's big cock. Her hand would end up on her nipple, squeezing and twisting it gently. However, it was the sensation between her legs that would make her climax.

Paul normally needed no further motivation than the feel of Jill's tight cunt. But tonight was different. Tonight his eyes were firmly shut and the image he saw was of the young Teresa's blonde hair and firm tits. He was walking up to her as she pulled off the bottom of her bikini. She was lying on the bed in front of him and he lowered himself onto her luscious body.

He was driving his cock into her over and over, hearing her call his name. He felt her legs tighten their grip around his waist. She began to cum. He followed. And they came together for what seemed like an eternity.

Paul opened his eyes and his wife's fine brown hair was spread on the pillow beneath him. He kissed her ear. They lay motionless until Jill squeezed her cunt around his cock, causing Paul's entire body to shudder one last time.

"God, you're incredible," she whispered.

"I love you, Jill," he said, feeling uncomfortably guilty for some reason.

* * * * * * * * * *

They were two days into a seven-day cruise of the Eastern Caribbean. The weather had been ideal, the scenery spectacular and the food delicious. As was the custom on large cruise ships, guests were assigned dinner tables designed to seat six to ten people. Paul and Jill shared a table with three other couples.

Fortunately, the two dinners they had enjoyed together established that all the couples were compatible and, in fact, really seemed to enjoy each other. Being in their late thirties put Paul and Jill about in the middle of the range of ages at the table.

Paul had promptly chosen the small blonde Teresa, with her deep brown tan and low cut dress, as his favorite dining companion. His eyes had followed her from the moment she entered the massive dining room that first night. She seemed to glide rather than walk towards him. When she and her husband Steve said "Hi" and sat in two chairs opposite Paul and Jill, Paul silently thanked whoever was responsible for his luck.

Paul guessed that Teresa and Steve were probably five or six years younger than he and Jill. She was a teacher and Steve was an engineer. Steve had also likely been an athlete in college, based on his muscular shoulders and arms. While Paul was surveying Teresa, Jill was busy using her imagination to fill in the rest of the body hidden under Steve's Hawaiian shirt.

The younger couple may have been almost too pretty, while Paul and Jill represented the always-popular "cute" couple, attractive but not magazine cover material. Jill was average height, average weight, average looks and tinted brunette hair. Paul could have been her twin with lighter hair.

A half dozen times, the two couples had run into each other on the ship or during on-shore excursions. They spent an hour together at the pool on the second day, leaving Paul unable to get Teresa's bikini off his mind. Teresa and Steve, meanwhile, were beginning to really enjoy the company of the approachable, laid back "older" couple.

At the moment, Paul's head rested on the top of Jill's right breast, her arm wrapped securely around his shoulder. He fell asleep completely satisfied.

Two decks above, Teresa was throwing a t-shirt into the dirty clothes bag before crawling into bed with Steve. She pulled the sheet up over her panties, but left her bare breasts uncovered. Then she rolled onto her husband's chest and looked up at him.

"Let's invite Paul and Jill for drinks tomorrow night after the show," she said. Her hand played with Steve's nipples.

"Do you like him?"

Teresa hesitated. "Yeah, I guess. And I don't think it would take much to get him interested. But, I'm not sure about her."

"Sometimes those shy, quiet one's surprise you," Steve said softly. "I used to think you were shy and innocent."

The young woman giggled. "I'm not saying anything has to happen tomorrow, but maybe it will loosen them up for later in the week."

"OK. If we don't see them during the day, we'll get them after dinner," Steve said.

"Thanks, hon."

Teresa slid her body completely onto his and moved up until they could kiss. His hands grasped her ass inside her panties and he kneaded the soft skin. She felt him harden and moments later they were rolling as one while the ship cut through the open ocean.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the couples awoke the next morning, the ship was safely docked in Cozumel. Following breakfast, they changed into swimsuits and threw on shorts and t-shirts. Both couples, unbeknownst to the other, were signed up for the snorkeling excursion.

They ran into each other on the dock before boarding the party boat that would serve as their snorkeling base for the day. Accusations were made of each couple following the other. But all of them were happy for the opportunity to hang with people they knew.

The boat they climbed onto had a lower level with all the snorkeling gear, a second level with an enclosed bar and eating area, and an upper level with open-air seating.

The couples chose the upper level and listened to a safety presentation before being set free to enjoy the short ride to the coral reef where they would snorkel. The late morning sun beat down on them as they shed their outer clothes and sat in their swimsuits.

The women wore two-piece suits with Teresa's being a true bikini and Jill's a more conservative, yet still revealing, dark blue suit. Both men had a right to be proud of their wives and neither of them was tiring of looking at the other man's mate. Steve admired the longer, lean body of the mature Jill. Paul saw Teresa as the short, sexy younger woman put on the planet for no other reason than to drive men crazy with lust.

The boat floated to a stop and it was announced that the passengers were free to snorkel at their leisure. All four quickly got in the line leading to where the equipment was being handed out. Moments later they were in the warm, crystal clear water.

Paul and Jill bobbed in the water side-by-side until their facemasks were adjusted. Then they lowered their heads into the water, stretched out their legs and slowly began drifting over the colorful coral. Jill tapped her husband on the arm and pointed out a large, yellow and black striped fish that approached them. Instantly, the real world around them vanished and they were immersed in the beauty of the Caribbean.

Fifteen minutes went by before Paul even began to pay attention to the other snorkelers around him. The reef was large enough that swimmers rarely came close to each other. But there was no mistaking the individual just ahead of him now and to the right.

Teresa's bright bikini clung tightly to her large breasts, and left much of her magnificent ass uncovered. Suddenly, coral and angelfish weren't the only things getting Paul's attention. He watched as the young woman kicked leisurely, her arms stretched out in front of her.

Paul glanced around and saw Jill drifting aimlessly away from him. He followed Teresa for a minute. When she raised her head out of the water and lifted off her mask to clear water from it, he approached her.

"Isn't this great," he said enthusiastically.

Teresa turned toward him and said, "It sure is. I could do this all day."

Paul caught himself staring at the water gently splashing between her breasts, which were visible under the small, yellow life vest each swimmer was required to wear. When she sank far enough for the water to cover her up to her neck, he finally looked into her greenish gray eyes.

She smiled, comfortable with—even flattered by—his blatant staring. She felt her cunt tighten at the thought of what may happen later. For now, flirting would have to do.

"Where's Steve?" Paul asked just to keep a conversation going.

"I think up there." Teresa pointed to a couple bodies floating twenty yards ahead of her. "I can't keep up with him."

Paul laughed. "Jill's a better swimmer than me, too. But I just like to float and look."

"Let's see what's around here," Teresa said, sliding her mask back on and wrapping her lips around the snorkel.

Her companion eagerly joined her. They felt the mid-day sun blaze against their backs, relieved only by a thin layer of water flowing over them. Paul sporadically glanced over at the woman, never tiring of the sight of her luscious breasts, small waist and rounded hips gliding through the water.

Soon, the couples had reunited with their partners. An hour later they were heading for the party boat, having seen nearly all of the coral within a short distance of the craft.

One by one they removed their flippers and climbed back onto the boat. On the way back to the top deck they passed the bar, which was now serving free beer and refreshments. The hungry swimmers each filled up their plates, grabbed a Corona and headed upstairs.

They described their favorite underwater sights, with the largest fish and most colorful coral getting the nod. They ate as if they hadn't eaten the entire cruise and speedily finished their beers. Steve volunteered to get the refills, which were enthusiastically accepted by the others.

They sat with their backs against the side of the boat, reclining more leisurely as more beers were consumed. Between the exercise, the sun and the Corona, each could have easily slept.

Steve's mind was too busy for sleep. He found himself gazing more and more intently at Jill. Her dark features, including penetrating brown eyes, contrasted mightily with his wife's fairness. He even found her smaller breasts arousing they way her nipples pressed against the top of her wet swimsuit. And for her age, she had very smooth and firm thighs.

Jill sensed the man's growing attention and bashfully exchanged glances with him during the afternoon. His muscular upper body was no disappointment to her and what was underneath his trunks interested her to no end. She knew what she would be thinking about the next time she and Paul were in bed.

Steve didn't wait until dinner to ask the other couple to join him and Teresa in their cabin after the evening's entertainment in the ship's theater. Paul and Jill gladly accepted and offered to supply the wine, but the hosts said they had plenty. Fleeting images of naked bodies inside the cabin went through their heads, but each of them expected that reality would be far less exciting.

* * * * * * * * * *

The evening's dinner and show went much too slowly for the two couples. Each was looking forward to the private, relaxed meeting that had been planned. Both men were anticipating what the women would wear. Both women were intent on not disappointing the guys.

It was just past 10:30 when Paul knocked on the door to cabin 5064. Jill nervously ran her hands down the back of her Versace cutoff jeans shorts, feeling the material press against her panties and her ass. They were too tight, in her opinion, but Paul seemed to like them.

The door opened and Steve welcomed them with a cheery, "Come on in."

The balcony cabin was larger than Paul and Jill's, with an extra couch and chair. Even at that, when all four people were inside it was "cozy", to say the least.

It only took one look for Paul to realize Teresa had not disappointed him in her selection of outfits. She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt over a miniskirt. The shirt hugged her shape and ended an inch or two above the skirt. Calling the outfit sexy didn't do it justice.

"Did you guys make the show?" Teresa asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah. It was great," Jill said excitedly. "I can't believe they can get singers and dancers that are that good on a cruise ship. It was very professional."

"Even the comedians have been funny," Paul added. "That guy last night was a riot."

"Wine, anyone?" Steve asked during a brief pause in the conversation.

Both Paul and Jill accepted tall glasses of white wine from their host, as did Teresa. Steve sat in the corner chair and watched the other couple on the couch take their first drinks.

"This isn't the most expensive stuff you can find, but we like it," Steve said.

"It's very good," Jill replied. "It's better than anything in our cabin. Thanks for inviting us."

"You're welcome," Teresa said. "We've enjoyed doing stuff with you guys during the day."

She pulled her sandaled feet onto the bed and tucked her legs tightly beside her. Her skirt rode high onto her legs, wrapping tightly around her thighs.

They chatted for another couple minutes and finished their wine. Then Steve offered to show his guests the small balcony. Paul and Jill followed him outside while Teresa remained on the bed.

The balcony held the three of them comfortably as they looked out into the darkness of the Caribbean. The breeze felt good despite the fact it was still very warm out. On the horizon the lights of another cruise ship could barely be seen.

Jill looked down at the whitecaps created by the ship plowing through the water.

"It's beautiful," she said softly.

A moment later, Paul said, "How about if I get us refills?"

"Thanks, Paul. The bottle is in the ice bucket," Steve said.

Steve couldn't believe his luck. The trip to the balcony was pre-designed by he and Teresa and his only question was how he could get Paul to volunteer to go back into the cabin at some point. Paul had solved the problem for him.

The moment the other man was inside the cabin, Steve turned to Jill.

"Jill, my wife is going to be talking to your husband in a second. She's going to be asking him if you and he would like to join us for some...fun...tonight. I'd like very much for you to say yes. I think you are a very attractive, sexy lady."

Jill stood frozen at the balcony railing. Her heart raced and she felt her hands shake slightly. Her mouth opened and closed in rapid succession.

Inside, Paul stood facing the counter with the ice bucket and glasses. Behind him, Teresa stood inches away. He glanced over his shoulder when he realized she was near.

"I have an offer for you, Paul," she nearly whispered.

"What's that?"

"The same offer Steve is making to your wife at the moment. An offer to join us tonight for the best sex you've ever had." Theresa's hand touched Paul's ass just as the rest of her body brushed against him.

She continued, as Paul stood motionless with the wine bottle in his hand. "Steve has wanted Jill from the first time he saw her. And you look like a man who could satisfy me and then some." She squeezed his ass and pressed her breasts against his arm. "Please say yes and ask your wife to join us. You won't be disappointed."

Jill looked up at Steve. "You want us to...to switch?" She was incapable of making her mind understand the implications of what he was saying to her. But the general idea was there.

"You won't be forced to do anything you don't want to do," Steve assured her. "Just watch if you want."

The normally shy Jill might have taken him up on that one, but her body was telling her that wasn't likely. She wanted to say yes, but didn't want to contradict what her husband might say. Her head spun.

Steve touched her arm. "You are very pretty. I'd love to feel your body next to mine." Jill clutched the railing for dear life.

"I want to feel your body next to mine." Paul listened to the words coming from the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He could feel her breasts under the shirt, with no bra to hold them in, compress against his arm. She took his hand and held it against the side of her leg, just where the bottom of her skirt met skin.

She moved the hand up her leg, all the way to her hip. Either she had no panties on or... Paul could only feel the softness of her skin. His mind couldn't complete the thought.

"Teresa, I would but...Jill. I just don't know."

She heard the door to the balcony close behind her. "Let's ask her."

Paul quickly moved his hand from under Teresa's skirt and looked tentatively toward Steve and Jill. The older couple's eyes met. They locked into each other, looking for clues.

"Jill, I know you probably don't...," Paul began to say.

"Paul, it's OK. It's totally up to you."

The words made almost everybody in the room hold their breath. Steve and Teresa, for all their previous efforts at this approach, had only once had success the first night. They sensed a second triumph.

Paul now felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. Did she really mean it? Was it worth the risk of losing her?

"I...I think I know how you feel about Teresa," Jill stammered. "If you want to..."

"But not alone," Paul said emphatically.

Jill smiled. "OK. Not alone."

Steve moved into the center of the cabin and said, "Great. Let me get everyone another glass."

Teresa took Paul's hand and led him to the bed. As they sat, she asked Jill to sit next to them. Steve brought them full glasses of wine and offered a toast.

"To our new friendship." They touched glasses and each took a drink.

Teresa took Paul's glass from him and put it on the table next to the bed alongside her own glass. She kicked off her sandals and glanced over at her husband, who was likewise taking Jill's glass and setting it aside.

The young blonde moved over until her hip was touching Paul's, and then she looked into his eyes. She put her hand on his leg and he knew instantly they were about to kiss. Before her lips even touched his, he felt his cock press against the inside of his shorts. When their tongues met, he felt like he would melt.

Jill scarcely recognized what was happening next to her. She was intent on watching Steve place his hand on her knee and run his fingers up the inside of her thigh. When his hand reached the bottom of her shorts his face was inches from hers. They kissed tenderly as the hand moved up, over her stomach and onto her breast. She wore a sheer blouse over an equally sheer bra. Steve got a fairly accurate sense of what her natural, firm breasts would feel like naked.

Their kiss became more passionate as he focused on her nipple. He rolled it gently between his fingers, sensing the woman's body stiffens under his touch.

Teresa put her hand on Paul's side and pulled him onto the bed with her. Instinctively, his hand moved onto the back of her leg and under her skirt until finding the bottom of her ass. It was only after he moved his hand over the entirety of her soft, round ass that he realized she wore a thong. He put his fingers around the thin strap as they kissed more strongly. When he followed the strap between her cheeks, Teresa moaned softly for the first time.

Next to them, Steve was standing, pulling Jill off the bed. When she stood in front of him, he began to unbutton her blouse. He leisurely did each button until the blouse was pulled out of her shorts and open from top to bottom. She watched his hands lightly brush aside the blouse so that her black bra and cleavage were visible. He ran his fingers over each breast before taking off the blouse.

She flinched when his hands touched the skin just above her shorts. He unbuttoned the shorts, unzipped them and pushed them down her legs. They fell to the floor, where she stepped out of her sandals and the shorts simultaneously.

On the bed, Paul and Teresa were finishing a kiss. The young woman looked at Paul, then at the other couple. "Let's watch," she whispered in his ear.

Paul was staring at his wife's ass, held firmly in place by her tight panties. Then Steve's hands were behind her, unfastening her bra. Paul watched as the two straps separated on her back, then slid down her arms with the man's assistance.

She stood bare breasted, shaking inside and she hoped not visibly outside. Steve admired the natural splendor of her small, round breasts. He cupped them in his hands, lifting and squeezing them. Jill closed her eyes.

Teresa's hand was resting on Paul's cock, feeling it thicken inside his shorts. She managed to put her fingers around the general outline of the cock and stroke it. It wouldn't be long before she would want to see it, taste it, and feel it.

Steve's hands slid down Jill's stomach to her panties. His fingers slipped inside, then around the waistband until he felt her ass. Only then did he pull the panties down, exposing her ass to the spectators on the bed. In front, he gazed at the thin strip of brown hair that rose an inch or two from her clit. Very fine, closely cut hair covered the remainder of the space between her legs, with a narrow white space indicating the outline of her swimsuit.

He lowered the panties until they, too, fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them without hardly moving. Three pairs of eyes took in her naked form in admiration.

At the same time that Steve's hands rested on her hips, Jill reached for his shorts. Paul looked on in amazement as his wife pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the shorts. The shorts seemed to drop to the floor way too fast, revealing a pair of briefs straining to hold in an ever-growing cock.

That was when Teresa decided she'd waited long enough. Paul's shorts were quickly opened and she reached inside his boxers to pull out his cock. It was already nearly erect and throbbed in response to her fingers being wrapped around it.

Jill was lifting off Steve's shirt, allowing her one more look at the magnificent upper body she had admired while snorkeling. She placed her flat palms on his chest and over his nipples, and then timidly slid the hands lower. Her own nakedness was forgotten as she questioned her actions. She was about to touch another man for the first time since she'd been married. And she was going to enjoy it.

By the time Steve's shorts were pulled down and Jill was reaching for the man's rigid shaft, Paul had a raging erection of his own. Teresa licked it methodically as the two watched Steve and Jill.

When the naked couple fell to the bed in an embrace, Teresa decided to complete what she had started. Within sixty seconds, Paul was laying naked next to her. His cock pointed straight up with a thick, pinkish head.

Teresa straddled the man and lifted off her shirt. Her large breasts swung free and Paul saw for the first time the erect nipples that had been so tantalizingly close to his view during the cruise. Then she unzipped her little skirt and pushed it down. Leaning forward, she reached behind her and pulled it off. While she did this, Paul gazed attentively at the woman's nearly clean-shaven clit and cunt. If he could have gotten any harder, he would have.

Beside them, Steve and Jill rolled nearly to the edge of the bed with Steve ending up on top. They kissed the whole time with moans of pleasure rising from deep inside Jill. Steve inched forward so that his cock brushed against her stomach and then her breasts. Soon, Jill was rubbing the hard cock against her nipples, eagerly alternating from one breast to the other.

Steve moved up once more and placed the cock on Jill's lips. She licked it for only an instant before taking it into her mouth. The next several minutes would involve her attempt to cover every square inch of the shaft with her tongue and lips.

Teresa had also moved. She placed her smooth cunt over Paul's cock and sat on it gently. She rocked back and forth until the cock positioned itself directly on her clit. Then she began to slide up and down on it, causing both of them to close their eyes in delight. Gradually, she leaned forward until her breasts were touching the top of Paul's chest. The combined sensations brought him ever closer to cumming.

Not being able to stand it any longer, Teresa leaned back up and tilted Paul's cock so that she could place the tip at the entrance to her cunt. He felt the warm wetness as she lowered herself gently. The head went in easily, and then the rest of his shaft was enveloped by the tightest cunt he had ever felt.

Steve was also taking the lead. Assuming that Jill's legs wrapped around his waist indicated she was ready for him, he entered her with one, long steady thrust.

"Oh, my God," she sighed. "That's so good."

Steve started a steady, rhythmic pattern of deep plunges and short pauses before repeating the process. As often as possible, Jill grabbed the fully inserted cock with her cunt muscles. When Steve quickened the pace, Jill whispered, "Fuck me. Harder."

The words were barely audible across the bed, but Paul heard them and it excited him even more. He reached up and held Teresa's breasts as she rode him. The nipples were hard and warm. She felt a jolt go through her each time he squeezed them.

She reached between her legs and began to massage her clit.

"That's it, babe," Paul said. "Cum for me."

Teresa wanted to cum but she also wanted to ride the cock for hours. Holding back the inevitable orgasm could only heighten it. Pretty soon she wouldn't have a choice but to cum.

Steve and Jill were no longer taking the slow and easy route. The bed shook with their rapid fire fucking, Jill holding on with her legs and Steve holding her up by the ass.

It was Jill, the shy, inhibited one who started the session with the most doubts that won the orgasm battle. From deep inside her, she felt the climax build and then burst uncontrollably.

"Oh, good. Steve. Yes. Yes."

Her fingers dug into his powerfully built back as she came. Each of his thrusts caused the inside of her cunt to convulse as his cock slid back and forth over her most sensitive spot. She drove her hips upward toward his, trying to get the cock to invade her body even more. The sound of their skin coming together filled the room.

The orgasm wouldn't stop. In fact, whether it was one or multiple orgasms wasn't determinable. When she felt it subsiding, she heard Paul and Teresa expressing their own need to cum and that just brought on more surges within her.

Sweat formed on the brows of both Steve and Jill as their bodies continued to pound into each other. Just as Jill was coming down from her prolonged ecstasy, Steve began to cum.

"Now. Now. Yes," he grunted. "Ahh."

Cum poured out of his cock and shot against the back of the older woman's vagina. He pushed her higher and higher on the bed until the pillow refused to let her move any more. He drove into her like an animal and she wanted more. Her orgasm had ended, but she wanted to feel his warm cum accumulate in her.

When the young man fell onto her body exhausted and spent, she held him until his limp cock slowly withdrew from her.

Paul and Teresa had watched the exhibition, urging each other on but unable to concentrate on their own pleasures due to the intensity of the fucking next to them. Now the tension had built to a peak and they were tuned into each other. As if on cue, both came at once, screaming out their satisfaction. Moans and grunts and cries of delight mixed together with the creaking of the bed caused by their violent actions.

Paul tried to push his cock higher into Teresa, who tried to force her cunt lower onto the shaft. Paul held her by the ass and watched her breasts heave up and down. The reality of sex with this woman was far better than his imaginary session the earlier night. She knew how to control her cunt and squeeze the last ounce of cum from a man. All the while, enjoying the bliss of a too-long withheld orgasm to its fullest.

Soon, four bodies lay on the bed in horizontal tandem. Breathing was the only sound until one of the men uttered, "Fuck." Giggles from the women caused laughter by the men and soon all four were laughing together.

* * * * * * * * *

During the night, spouses found each other and continued the lovemaking. Each one appreciated the other a little bit more now and the familiarity of their bodies and styles made the sex even better.

Soon after the morning sun began to shine inside the cabin, Paul slid out of the bed and stepped into the small bathroom. He turned on the shower and pulled the curtain shut behind him. The water felt wonderful flowing through his hair and down his chest and back. His legs were a little sore from the night's activities, but otherwise he felt relatively refreshed.

A few moments into the shower, he heard the bathroom door open and close. Then the curtain opened slightly and a smiling Teresa stepped in.

"May I?" she asked.

The question was useless as she was completely in the small shower, her naked body touching Paul's. He didn't bother answering. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, his hands covering her breasts.

At the end of the kiss, he spun them around so that she was under the water. He watched as the water flowed over her magnificent body, dripping from her nipples and between her legs.

A second later, Teresa was kneeling in front of Paul, running her fingers over his cock. She licked the tip, feeling it pulse with the touch of her tongue. Then she licked the underside with a long, slow stroke. Finally, she placed it between her lips and moved her head down until her mouth hit his balls.

Paul wasn't fully erect yet, but it wouldn't take long. The young woman's mouth and tongue worked the cock until it wouldn't stretch any farther. Paul put his hand on the back of her head and watched her fuck him with her lips.

Teresa used one hand to stroke the base of the cock while placing the other hand on the man's ass. Combined with her mouth around the end of the cock, Paul felt that he could cum at any second.

But that's not what he wanted at the moment.

"Stand up," he said quietly.

Teresa obeyed after one last, hard suck of the cock.

"Turn around," the man said.

The woman needed no further instructions. She placed one hand on the wall of the stall and leaned over. At the same time, Paul was spreading her legs apart. He put his hands on her delicious ass, the water flowing off it in a steady stream.

He moved one hand between her legs and found her clit. After a couple quick rubs, he inserted his finger into her waiting pussy. Whether from the shower or her horniness, she was sufficiently wet.

Paul positioned his cock at the entrance and pushed. Once again, he felt the tightness of this young woman's cunt around his cock.

"Oh, Paul. You feel so good. Make me cum again."

His concern was lasting long enough to meet her demand. Each time he penetrated her he felt like he would explode. He reached around her waist and down to her clit in an effort to bring her to an orgasm faster.

It must have worked, as no more than a dozen thrusts later she was announcing the beginning of her orgasm. That was all Paul needed in order to feel the cum explode out of his balls and through his cock.

His thighs smacked against Teresa's ass each time he rammed his cock into her. Paul grabbed her by the hips and held her in place, listening to her moan and feeling his own cock pour more and more cum into her.

Teresa could barely stand in the shower as her legs shook from the intensity of her orgasm, but Paul was doing his best to hold her in place. He grunted loudly with each thrust of his cock into the rear of this gorgeous blonde. He wasn't sure how many opportunities like this he would have, and he was going to take full benefit of it.

The session wasn't long or necessarily sensual, but neither was unsatisfied at the conclusion. The held each other and let the water stream over them. Paul took the bar of soap and covered every inch of Teresa's body with his hand. If they had only done that, he would have been happy.

Teresa returned the favor, spending considerable time at the man's limp cock.

On the bed, Steve and Jill had awoken during the shower. The unmistakable sounds emanating from the bathroom had excited both of them. Jill's roaming hands eventually found Steve's thickening cock and that resulted in her moving down and taking it in her mouth.

Steve had tried to turn her over so that they could fuck, but she refused. This morning she was in the mood to bring him off with her mouth and tongue. What Steve didn't realize, yet, was that Jill enjoyed this as much as he did. While Teresa was tremendous at sex, she rarely finished him with her mouth. And when she did, he came on her breasts.

Jill liked the taste of a cock, all of it. So, that when Steve's cock was throbbing inside her mouth and her tongue tasted the precum at its tip, she wasn't about to let it out. She sucked harder and licked it longer. Her hand worked the base of the shaft until she heard him begin to moan.

Then she gripped the cock tightly with her mouth and began a steady up and down fucking motion. Steve couldn't believe the pleasure her mouth and tongue alone were providing. He lifted his ass off the bed and drove his cock into her deeper. She took it all.

The first blast of cum hit her throat and she swallowed and then another. Each time he entered her he emptied another load. The cum dripped from the side of her mouth and down her jaw. The lubricant only made it easier for him to fuck her mouth, which he did with pleasure.

When he finished and began to go limp, she licked him clean and used the cock to wipe the excess cum from her face. He watched in amazement as she manipulated the cock. Even this little act caused him to shudder one more time and a final drop of cum spilled out.

She quickly picked it up.

As Paul and Teresa stepped from the bathroom, Jill was crawling back up the bed toward Steve. They kissed and the man tasted the sweetness of himself on her lips and tongue.

The couples rarely parted the remainder of the cruise. Paul learned what wine tasted like after being poured on Teresa's breasts and Steve became fond of spreading vegetable dip on Jill's clit rather than on celery.

Of course, they had to celebrate the night Teresa won big in the casino. It was decided her reward should be the room service attendant.


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