Tara went and sat dutifully on the chair. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ her brain was screaming, but her rational mind didn’t seem to be in control anymore.
“It seems that we have a young woman who wants to see how things are supposed to be done,” Karen crooned. She sat on the bed next to her man and took his seven-inch rod in her soft hand. She began stroking it gently.
Tara got her first look at the man. He had a light layer of hair over his upper body, and was obviously in good shape. He didn’t seem to mind being tied up either. His female friend started gently fondling his clean-shaven testicles. Then she leaned in and licked some pre-cum from the generous head of Sam’s penis.
Tara’s crotch was getting increasingly warm. She pressed her legs together, hoping to quell the fire that was building there, but it only made matters worse.
Karen had taken the head of Sam’s cock in her mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin with great relish. She kept stroking the shaft with one hand. Then she removed her hand and the entire length of the shaft disappeared into her mouth.
Tara gasped. She knew what “deep throating” was in principle, but seeing it was impressive. ‘How does it all fit?’ she thought.
Regardless of “how,” the entire thing was in Karen’s mouth. There was a sound of spit bubbling, then she pulled all the way off before downing the whole thing again. Up and down and over and over, that dick disappeared into her talented throat. Sam was straining against his bonds, but more out of a desire to grab Karen’s head and hold it down on his member than anything else.
Karen lifted her head up and stared at Tara. “Isn’t his cock beautiful?” she asked. “Don’t you just love how it fits in my slut throat?” She dove down on it again, then pulled back. “I love sucking it. Sometimes I let him cum in my mouth,” she said.
Tara’s brain cells seemed to all be going off at once. There was a beautiful woman in a beautiful evening gown sucking on a beautiful cock just ten feet from her. And her hands had drifted down, pulling up the skirt of her uniform. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ she thought as she slid one hand into her panties and started fingering herself. ‘But I just can’t take it anymore. If I don’t do something, I’m going to explode!’
Karen looked incredibly pleased at Tara’s decision to masturbate. She stood up next to the bed and let her gown slide off, and the view took Tara’s breath away. Her skin might not have been as tight as it used to be and there might be a little more drooping to her breasts (fake or not) than there had once been, but Karen was still a fine looking woman. All she was wearing now was a black satin thong and high heels. She got on the bed and straddled her lover’s hips. She reached back, pushed the thong aside and sunk his cock deep into her pussy. She sat there for a moment, obviously enjoying the feeling of being filled. But her eyes stayed locked on Tara’s. Karen began bouncing up and down on that beautiful beef-stick, and she also started sucking on one of her fingers as if it were a little cock. She slid that finger into her own box while Sam was inside her as well, then she would lick the juices from her finger.
Tara’s fingers were working frantically, sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt with incredible fervor. She noticed that Karen was completely shaved down there, and thought it looked incredibly sexy. Tara decided to try that herself. But at that time, all she wanted was to get off. While she had never actually enjoyed the sexual company of a man, she was actually quite fond of masturbation and went about it fairly frequently. She plunged her longer fingers deep inside her pussy while rubbing the outer labia and clit with her thumb. She was so close . . . so . . . “Oh fuck,” she whispered. She was cumming. Her body locked up and her back arched and she began trembling. Her pussy was twitching as her juices began to flow down her legs and into her ass crack.
Once Karen noticed that her guest had cum, she started bouncing up and down like a mad woman, taking all of Sam’s cock into her box on every bounce. But rather than looking at Sam, she kept looking at Tara. Then Tara noticed Karen had begun fingering her own asshole, and seemed to really be enjoying it. Her huge tits were bouncing all over the place. Tara was once again enchanted by the movement of those globes.
Karen sank all the way down again, and Tara noticed that her body was trembling. Karen was having an orgasm with that hot dick buried deep inside her. Tara realized that watching someone else cum was much different than watching yourself do it. There were all these little details and body movements that Tara had never seen before. It was . . . beautiful.
Then she heard Sam moaning. “I’m gonna cum inside you. I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned, then apparently did just that. Tara couldn’t see of course, but the way he thrust his hips into her and the expression on Karen’s face told the story. Then, Karen leaned forward and let his member slide out of her with a ‘plop’ sound as it flopped onto his abdomen. Karen seemed to be concentrating on something. Then Tara saw Sam’s sticky stuff actually dripping out of Karen’s hole. Karen quickly spun around and actually began licking it off Sam’s stomach.
Tara could hardly believe what she was seeing, what she had already seen and what she had done. But she couldn’t help but feel a little . . . disappointed . . . that it was all over.
Karen looked down at her man and kissed him on the lips. Tara was surprised that he accepted the kiss, seeing as his own sperm was fresh on Karen’s lips.
Tara let her uniform fall back into place, suddenly very confused. The euphoric state she had been in was wearing off and she realized she was probably going to have to deal with some personal issues very shortly.
Karen got off the bed and wandered over to her purse, grabbing two fifty-dollar bills from its depths. Then she wandered over and ushered Tara into the bathroom.
“Thank you so much,” she said excitedly. “I . . . it’s just . . . my husband and I . . .”
“He’s your husband?” Tara interjected. “But . . .”
“Yeah, we don’t wear our rings on these cruises,” Karen said blushing. “I . . . For a while, we were having problems in our marriage, so we started acting like we weren’t married anymore. You know, trying to recapture some of the fun we had before we settled down.”
“So why . . .” Tara couldn’t think of how to ask a question.
“Why ask you to watch?” Karen said, and Tara nodded. “Because we saw you and your friend . . . checking us out earlier. And when you get to be our age, it’s sometimes nice to know you can still turn a few heads. We’ve tried swinging before and we have fun with that, but being able to feel attractive to a pretty young woman, well . . . we figured if you, or your friend, liked to watch, it might be fun to put on a real show. And it seems like you did enjoy yourself,” she said, almost anxiously.
“I . . . I guess I did,” Tara said, blushing furiously. “Actually, I really did.”
Karen was beaming with joy. “Well, we were probably going to . . . you know . . . do this again tomorrow. If you want to, we’d be more than happy to have you come by again. We’d pay you another hundred. Or two hundred if . . . well, you go outside and let me slip this into your panties. Please,” she said, hurrying to override Tara’s objections. “Just into the side. Just to give Sam a bit of a show.”
Tara was wondering how far she wanted to take this. But still, it wasn’t as if she was really having to do anything. She could walk away the next night with an extra two hundred bucks for not much. Apparently, her gaze reflected her decision. Karen grinned and pulled her by the arm out into the bedroom.
“Well, thanks for dropping by,” Karen said almost casually. She lifted up Tara’s skirt and stuck the two fifties into the waistband of Tara’s underwear. Then Karen gave Tara a quick pinch on the ass, smiled at her, and showed her to the door. “See you tomorrow?” she asked.
Tara bit her bottom lip, then nodded. Karen smiled at her as Tara walked out the door and hurried back to her cabin.
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Later that evening . . .
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“Bullshit!” Keira said, almost spitting up her soda. She had just gotten back to the room and Tara, who had masturbated to another orgasm after leaving Karen and Sam’s room, had told her the entire story. She had felt a little awkward at first, particularly since she had criticized other people’s moral behavior just the previous evening, but Keira didn’t seem to care. “You lucky bitch! Those two were fuckin’ hot!”
Tara blushed. “Well, if you had been here, you could’ve taken them their towels.”
Keira looked her over. “But aren’t you glad you got to do it?”
Tara stared at her feet, then smiled as she looked up at her bunkmate. “Yeah, I am.”
“And are you doing it again tomorrow?”
“For two-hundred bucks? Hell yeah!” Tara was suddenly excited. Maybe this could be a fun trip after all.