Sylvia became abruptly aware that the singing had stopped at the piano. She realized she and Tod were now up for inspection; she had no doubt that they both had passed at first glance… if the hungry expression on the faces of the other couples was any indication. The two new women looked as if they were devouring Tod. The one on the right introduced as Beth Stone was a tall, green-eyed brunette with a tan so dark that she looked North African. She was wearing a simple yellow tunic open to her navel, fled with a golden velvet rope. Her hair was piled high atop her head in a Grecian hair style; this, together with sandals that had leather thongs wrapped around her shapely calves, made her look as though she were an island goddess of love out of the Mediterranean area. The other woman Sara Aims was a petite blonde, barely five feet tall, with an intense air about her. She had a broad Texan accent to go along with a deep, almost whiskey, baritone voice. She looked lesbian, Sylvia thought, then rapidly dismissed the thought in view of the nature of the party. Still, though, Sara had a manner about her that undoubtedly brought out all the bestial qualities in a male and raised storm warning flags in a female’s mind. Sylvia made a mental point to avoid being alone with Sara if she could help it.
The two men were quite attractive. Tod had been pretty close in his description of them. The big man who had been playing the piano was Jack Stone, and he did look like a professional football player. Tony Aims was shorter than Sylvia, but he had a warm good-natured air about him, and he moved with a litheness that was almost animal-like. Sylvia knew she was blushing because she could read their thoughts, and their thoughts were enough to make an experienced whore somewhat apprehensive.
Working as a team, the two men lost no time separating her from Tod and Liz Hunt. Talking animatedly, they took her to the long mahogany bar that ran half the length of the room, and began mixing drinks.
Tod wasn’t the least bit lonely. All four women had closed in on him, like cattle buyers inspecting a prize bull at an auction. He thought about the delight that was to come… knowing that before the night was over, he was going to fuck all four of them. He said nothing, merely grinned and held out his arms to them. All four, giggling, crowded like chicks under his wing.
Sally said, breathlessly, “Beth. You should feel his muscles.”
Beth did and made appreciative sounds.
Sara also reached up and touched his biceps, then his stomach muscles. “Why, gracious sakes alive! The man feels like he’s made out of real hard old steel.”
Liz stared speculatively and growled, “That would be nice.”
Sally rolled her eyes, “Just heavenly.”
Beth gazed languidly at him, then said pointedly, “Are you that muscular… all over?”
Tod grinned. “That, lady, is for me to know… and for you to find out.”
There was a moment’s silence before Beth smiled wickedly and… without taking her eyes off his face said to Liz, “You know, I think I’m going to like this boy.”
“This thirsty' boy,” Tod corrected.
“Oh, how thoughtless of me!” Liz exclaimed, stepping out from beneath his arm. “What are you drinking?”
“Any Tanqueray in the house?”
“No… but we’ve got a case of Bombay gin and several bottles of House of Lords.”
“That should do… for a start.” His little joke was rewarded by appreciative laughter. Beth meanwhile had taken over the spot vacated by Liz. She had her arm around his waist and was covertly doing disconcerting things with her fingers playing “hop-skip-jump” along his ribs. Her perfume was a heady aphrodisiac, and Tod knew he was responding to her. It was impossible not to respond; even a wooden, cigar store Indian would get a hard-on around her! Beth stood on tiptoe and whispered, “Would you like to see the rest of the boat?” Her breasts strained against him; he could feel her nipples burning holes through his shirts.
Why not, he thought, and nodded.
Beth smiled and pulled him away from Sally and Sara. “I’m going to show him the rest of the boat,” she said.
Sally began pouting; she looked over her shoulder for support from Liz. None was forthcoming, Liz merely looked amused at the entire situation. Sara was openly sneering at Beth’s impatience. Sally guiltily glanced over to see how Sylvia was taking this outrageous play for her husband. Sylvia was getting a snow job of her own; she obviously wasn’t aware of Tod’s happy predicament.
Tod followed Beth’s sensuously swaying buttocks as she led the way up three stairs at the far end of the salon and through the doors into a well-lighted passageway. Highly varnished brown oak doors lined both sides of the narrow corridor. Beth glanced behind them, then opened a door marked “3C” leading to a stateroom. A large round bed with a royal purple bedspread took up most of the room. “This is playroom… I mean… stateroom number three.” She smiled wantonly up at him, the invitation written on her face and breasts and body. She kicked the door shut with her heel.
Tod felt his heart pounding at the nearness of the woman. His being here at this moment seemed almost unreal; the only real thing was his rapidly hardening cock… and his hand which had of its own accord… reached out to knead one of her supple buttocks. She immediately came to him, her mouth open wide to receive him, and her expert fingers tracing the growing outline of his prick beneath his trouser.
“Ummmmmmmm,” she whispered, undulating her hips in a jerking motion. Your hand feels nice there.”
“And your hand feels nice there,” he said, feeling the tingling excitement that came from her little stroking movements against the outside of his pants.
Beth clamped her lips against his as if to shut off anymore unnecessary conversation. Her hand reached surely up to his zipper and pulled it down. There was no fumbling, no uncertainty, as she reached in through the opening and found his bare cock. Only then did she pull back in some surprise. “No shorts?”
“No shorts,” he said grinning.
She laughed, and then, just before she began passionately French-kissing him again, she said, “Join the club.”
For a second, he wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. Then a moment later, as his eager hands began their treasure hunt for the secrets of her body, he knew the answer. Beneath the short little yellow tunic, she wasn’t wearing a thing. The little black triangle of pubic hair was already hot and damp at its lower end, and she spread her legs slightly in order to give him freer access. Meanwhile, her hand had begun a tantalizing stroking movement of his penis.. highlighted by wild sensations as she expertly used her fingernails to trace a design of rapture on the underpart of his hardening shaft. Her touch was driving him almost out of his mind,
but by the same token, Beth was quaking like a tree in a high wind as his thumb and forefinger tapped out a Morse code of lust and desire on her clitoris.
“Oh, God, I can’t stand it any longer,” Beth said, pulling him back toward the bed. “Fuck me… fuck me now.”
She didn’t let go of his prick, so he didn’t take his fingers away from her clitoris as they slowly backed toward the bed. When Beth felt the mattress behind her knees, she fell back. In almost the same motion, she raised her legs so that her heels were resting on the mattress and her hot moist, eager pussy was there quivering impudently up at him.
Tod used his left hand to release his belt and waistband, then dropped his pants. His huge cock was throbbing eagerly. He had started to move forward when suddenly he heard Sally’s voice say from behind him, “Oh… here you are.” Then she gasped and said to Beth, “You didn’t waste any time, you bitch.” She walked forward and then her delighted eyes froze on Shelton’s eight-inch rigid shaft. “Oh, my… Oh, my!” she exclaimed. Her eyes the size of half dollars.