"Hey, baby, howya doin?" he asked, jumping to his feet and clapping Andrea on the shoulder as they arrived. He squeezed her ass. "Nice trailer ya got there." He nodded to Sean. "Ready ta have some fun, man?" Sean nodded diffidently, unable to figure out what this newest impersonation meant.
"Okay," the Guru announced. "This here's Sissy." He pointed to the black chick, who was about thirty, very classy-looking, with a sharp-featured face, quick eyes, a bushy Afro, and a five-five figure that looked like it had been poured into a mold. She was wearing a fifties-style dress with sequins.
The Guru picked a couple cans of Rheingold beer from a six-pack that sat on the floor beside him and shoved them across the table to Sean and Andrea as they took their places. Mei Ling disappeared briefly and returned in a pair of shocking green short-shorts and a skimpy blue halter. Andrea didn't know what to think, but the magnetism of the Guru's presence was strong on her and she waited expectantly for the promised ritual to begin.
"So howya enjoyin the cruise?" the Guru wanted to know.
Andrea frowned thoughtfully. "It was great… before you disappeared. Now it's not so great."
"Oh yeah. That. Well, a guy can only do so much, ya know. I'm gonna reappear soon. Doncha worry about that. I'll get the shit under control. In fact, that's why youse guys are here." He looked at Andrea evaluatively. "I needed some sexy chick to bang to get me outa this crappy mood I got inta. Fuckin No Touch Shot always puts me in a bummer for a coupla days. That's why I don't pull that stunt much. Anyhow, in my humble opinion you're the sexiest thing on this tub." He got up abruptly. "And you're hip, too. Get what I mean?" He winked at her.
She wasn't sure she got what he meant but she knew she was going to get laid and that excited the hell out of her.
"So," he said, "we may as well get started." He waved at Mei Ling and Sissy and addressed Sean. "Some mighty fine ass here, pal, and I ain't been able to do much for it in the past coupla days, so help yerself. We're gonna use the couch here." He pointed to an old, dingy-looking gray couch with stains and cigarette burns that sat nearby. It hardly fitted with the opulent decor of the rest of the cabin-and the ship. "Wouldya believe, this is the original couch from my mother's place in Brooklyn? She caught my eighth-grade girlfriend blowin me on that couch." Sean and Andrea laughed and the Guru grinned. "Come on, sweetie," he said, pulling Andrea up by the arm and leading her to the couch. "How about we start with a nice blow-job, just like the one my momma caught Ruthie Goldfarb giving me?"
"I'll do my best," Andrea replied.
The Guru pulled a pack of Doublemint out of his pocket, popped two sticks, and chewed noisily as Andrea drew down his jeans. She laughed when she saw he was wearing plain white Jockey shorts underneath.
"And make it good," he ordered in a tough-guy voice.
Andrea fingered his limp cock, checked out his rather tight ball-sack, and, from a kneeling position on the floor in front of him, went to work. She took the whole thing in her mouth and swirled it around, tugged at it gently with her lips, licked it up and down. Baalow Nee sat smiling down at her with something akin to smug satisfaction.
When, after a few minutes of hard work, Andrea had got absolutely nowhere, he seemed a little frustrated. He grabbed her head between his hands and held it steady and started fucking her mouth. "Hey, baby, way to take it in there!" he cried as he started to get hard and his rod jabbed down her throat. It was a little uncomfortable but it was also exciting.
The wooden cock-statue from Africa came to mind.
Out of the corner of her eye Andrea caught portion of the wide panorama of seascape through the glass wall. The moon was up and the clear Caribbean water sloshed and foamed under a moderate wind. It looked like water in a bathtub.
Mei Ling and Sissy were playing around with Sean-obviously putting on a show they knew the Guru would like. "Hey there, big boy," Sissy began, "want a piece of this?" She pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties and rubbed her pussy. Sean licked it as she stood in front of him and Mei Ling wiggled the rear end of her hot-pants against his extended hand. Sean vaguely wondered when the ritual she had spoken of would begin-or if it had already begun.
"Okay," the Guru said when Andrea's got his rod pretty much erect, "take off yer clothes. I'm gonna bang the living shit outa ya." If anyone had talked like that to her seriously she would have been pissed, to say the least. The Guru was putting on a good act but he always did. "Just he down there on yer back for starters." He pointed to the couch.
Andrea stripped off her clothes. The Guru stood by fingering his erection and staring at her like a sex-starved eighteen-year-old. "Whata life," he said with mixed sarcasm and pride. "A whole goddamned boat-loada pussy, and I get ta take my choice. Any fuckin chick on the whole tub'll come runnin up here an' split her snatch wide open fer me at the drop of a hat" He tossed a remark in Sean's direction: "Not bad, eh? How're ya doin with my private stock?"
Sean took his tongue out of Sissy's box. "Nice." It was strange. This event was so low-key, so studiously pedestrian, compared to virtually everything that had happened since that first date with Andrea. He wondered when things were going to change.
Mei Ling pulled her hot-pants off and she and Sissy got into double-eating formation on the floor-Sissy lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent, Mei Ling on top of her face to face with her legs even wider. Sean took off his clothes and straddled them both with his crotch above their heads and his face between their legs. As soon as he started to run his tongue from one cunt to the other, into the black one and then info the white one, things started to change.
"Okay, time for the ritual to begin!" the Guru squealed. He nodded confidentially at Andrea. "So far we've just been rehearsin; gettin warmed up so to speak. It may take you a while to figure out what kinda ritual this is, but it don't matter if ya ever do, really. Ya can just concentrate on gettin' fucked. Now-open wide." She did and he grabbed her cuntlips and yanked them apart.
"Whata beautiful puss!" the Guru exulted. He split her ass cheeks and fingered her asshole. "Wow! First quality!" He dipped his finger into a jar of KY by the side of the couch and smeared her cunt and ass with it. He slipped a finger up her asshole. "Nice and loose. You musta been takin it up the ass a lot"
"Pretty frequently."
That seemed to turn him on. "Ya been fuckin a lot too?" He took the finger out of her asshole and rubbed his cock up and down her slit.
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Terrific. I like a chick who digs cock and ain't afraid ta admit it." He waved his rod at her and glanced at the others. "Man, look at those three. Ain't that gorgeous?" He jiggled the tip of his rod against her clit as they watched Sean. He was now on his back with Sissy astride his cock and Mei Ling on his face. "I gotta say, I give good parties." The Guru reached out, grabbed a Rheingold can, drained it-spilling foam on his beard-and then crunched it one-handed and flung it into an artificial pool nearby, frightening half a dozen carp.
He slammed his rod into her. "Whooopee, Momma, look at me now! How da ya like this one? Beautiful face, far-out body, high-class and gettin it on like a wild woman on the end of my peter! Sonofa bitch, I showed 'em all! Because they are dog-shit and I am the guru!" He pumped and humped like crazy.
Andrea didn't pay attention to what he was saying-it never made any sense to her anyhow-but how he was saying it had an electrifying effect on her. His voice surged on in a high, flat stacatto patter that rained words off her like machine-gun bullets and communicated his ever-growing excitement to her. And inside her his cock was like a thing alive; like the snake it had seemed to be during the demonstration of the No Touch Shot.
"Cousin Ralphie! You fuckin bastard! Used ta kid me about bein ugly, never havin no dates! Usta think ya were so fuckin sooooperior! Now where areya? Sellin TVs in Flatbushj supportin four lads and a wife who's so fat she squashes a new chair to kindling every three months! Whaddya got for money, Ralphie? Where's yer three million in a Swiss bank? Where's yer yacht? Where's yer limousine? Where's yer champagne an caviar? And ya thought I was the dumb motherfucker in the family!"