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  "Suck my neck," she gasped, bucking underneath me, both legs scissored around my thighs. "Fuck, I wish we could fuck right here."

  "Slow down," I murmured, raising a small love bite just below her ear. "I promise I'll make you come so hard you'll cry." I licked her lips with my tongue and softly sucked on her lower lip. "But first I want to make out. So just forget about getting off for a while."

  "God." Lila groaned and sucked on my tongue. "I'm so horny, I don't think I can wait very long."

  I laughed. "You don't have anything to say about it."

  The elevator slid smoothly to a stop and deposited us on the highest passenger deck where the big expensive suites were located. It figures that the band would have one. We were both a little wobbly-legged from being so turned on, and we half staggered through a door into the main part of a huge cabin. Through an open doorway just off to the right I could see two naked girls sprawled on a bed, but I only got a glimpse of a very nice pair of breasts before Lila dragged me into another room as big as my whole stateroom. A naked redhead with a lush, full body who I recognized as the bass player in the band perched on the edge of a sunken tub, deep-throating a blond butch I remembered from the audience. The butch was a shorthaired muscular stud with tattoos on both forearms. The redhead's legs were spread so a third chick, half submerged in the tub, could lick her pussy. I caught a glimpse of a flat pink tongue snaking over the redhead's cunt and mine clenched with envy.

  "Hey, Jojo," Lila called, leading me by the hand to a sofa in one corner where we'd have a nice view of the threesome. "Having fun, babe?"

  The redhead looked our way. "Hi, sweetheart. I was wondering where you were." She glanced down at the face moving between her thighs and half smiled, half grimaced the way you do when something feels so good it almost hurts. "I invited some friends."

  "That's okay, baby." Lila dropped her hand to my crotch and stroked my dick. "Me too."

  The blond gave me a quick look, then lifted one of Jojo's heavy, ripe breasts and dragged the nipple into her mouth. Jojo jerked and her lips formed a surprised circle as she said, "Ooo, Lila, I wish you could feel her mouth. So fucking hot."

  "Lila's busy," I said and pulled Lila down next to me on the sofa.

  "A little toppy, isn't she?" Jojo said, but she was smiling. Then the one between her legs did something to catch her attention and Jojo moaned, grabbed the woman's head and pushed her pussy up and down like she was air-humping her Strat. "Oh yeah. Suck me."

  I leaned over Lila and stuck my tongue in her mouth, plundering her hot cavern while she clawed at my back. I could feel her twisting to watch what was going on by the tub, but I didn't care. She bit my tongue and I grabbed her breast, squeezing until she whimpered. I felt her hand in my crotch, pulling and jerking, and the next thing I knew, she had my dick out in her fist.

  "Oh yeah, Lila," her girlfriend crowed. "Pump that big dick. Make her shoot that load."

  Lila worked me like a jackhammer and I shoved her top up over her breasts so I could get at them. I grabbed one nipple with my fingers and sucked the other into my mouth. Lila tightened like a bowstring and I got the message. She'd come if I tortured her nipples much more. I eased off and put my mouth against her ear. "Remember where I said you were going to come. You want to sit on my dick now?"

  "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. God yeah."

  "Stand up, baby." I rolled off her and helped her to stand. Then I slowly skimmed her top over her head and kissed her breasts. When she sagged against me, I wrapped both arms around her waist and worked on her tits until she was whimpering again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jojo stretch out on a towel, turning her head to keep kissing the woman in the tub while the blond butch knelt between her thighs. A half-naked girl with long dark hair I hadn't seen before wandered in and mumbled something about lube. The butch tipped her chin toward a couple of tubes on the floor. I opened Lila's pants, and she helped me push them down.

  "You going to be okay with this?" I asked, fisting the big dick that was sticking out of my jeans.

  "More than okay." Lila kicked off her high heeled boots and left her jeans in a tangle on the floor. Before I knew what was happening, she'd dropped to her knees between my legs and I looked down just in time to see my dick disappear into her mouth.

  "Oh fuck," I whispered. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and pumped it while she sucked. Lightly, I cupped the back of her head because feeling her move up and down on me was a turn on. Then I heard someone say, "Bend your knees up for me, baby," and I looked over Lila's head to the trio by the tub. Jojo was on her back with her legs pulled up tight to her belly while the little blond butch drizzled lube all over her hand and forearm. The one in the tub was staring at Jojo's cunt, and from the look on her face and the way her shoulder was shaking, I could tell she was masturbating like crazy. The butch slid all four fingers inside Jojo, and then all I could see was her thumb rubbing a bright pink clit. I figured in another minute or two, she'd have her fist in Jojo's cunt.

  Jojo lay with her eyes scrunched closed, mauling her own tits and groaning, "Do me honey fuck me deep. Do me honey fuck me deep. Do me honey..."

  "Lila," I groaned, feeling myself getting close again, "you're missing the show. Get up here, baby."

  Lila gave me a couple more good tugs and my ass clenched, and I thought for sure I was going to lose it, but she eased up just in time. My belly felt like a board someone had been pounding with a hammer. "Here," I said, digging a safe out of the front pocket of my jeans. "Put this on, and for Christ's sake, climb up on my dick."

  Jojo had the blonde's whole fist in her cunt and was whining and pulling on her nipples, the butch was grunting, and someone in the other room screamed she was coming. Lila ripped the foil open with her teeth, snugged the condom on my dick, and rolled it down with two fingers like a pro. She started to sit down facing me, but I shook my head and guided her around the other way. "Let's watch your girlfriend get fucked."

  I steadied my dick in one hand and Lila braced herself on my thighs and eased down onto it. It was big, and she was small, but she swallowed it in one long, slow glide, moaning as the head seated deep inside her. I reached both hands around her and cupped her breasts. She dropped her head against my shoulder and I rested my chin in the curve of her neck so I could see the floor show.

  "Ride me, baby," I murmured, holding still so she could move the way she needed to. I fingered her nipples and tilted my hips up so die dick had die right angle to hit her clit. "Is your clit hard, honey?"

  "Uh huh," she gasped, nodding vigorously. She made a little mewling noise, and I knew she was playing with it.

  "Your girlfriend's gonna spill it any second," I said, pumping my hips just a little. The stud's fist moved inside Jojo's belly, an undulating wave that made her toss her head and cry. As the butch slowly rotated her arm, Jojo shoved both hands down to her pussy and rubbed at her clit. Jojo bucked and strained, and sweat dripped from the butch's face onto her belly.

  "There goes the babe in the tub," I said as the one masturbating screwed up her face and let loose with a long, wavering cry. The sound must have flipped Lila's switch because she lost her rhythm and her hips started jumping around.

  "Oh I want to come, I want to come," Lila said anxiously, as if I wasn't going to let her.

  "I know, baby, I know," I said, sliding my hands under her butt. I lifted her to give myself a little room and started to fuck her for real. Her arm was vibrating the way it did when she was beating her drums, and I knew she was working herself off. She got her beat back and circled her hips in my lap, grinding the dick into my clit. It hurt so fucking good I almost cried.

  "Oooo, God!" Jojo yelled, jerking her shoulders off the floor and staring wide-eyed at the fist buried in her belly. "Oh my God I'm coming so hard." She screamed and bucked and thrashed, and Lila started shaking and making gasping sounds

  I heaved her all die way to the end of my dick, then wrapped my arms around her middle and pulled her back down while I jammed
myself in to the hilt. She gushed like a fire hydrant with me buried high inside of her, jerking on the dick so hard I was afraid she'd throw herself off.

  "Jojo," she screamed. "Baby, it's so racking good!"

  Then she collapsed like a rag doll in my arms. I needed to come so bad I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't get a hand between us to get at my clit and I couldn't move enough to jerk myself off on the cock. Tears leaked out of my eyes.

  "Lila, baby. Lila," I gasped. "Baby, I gotta jerk off. I'm dying, baby. Can you slide up—"

  And just like that she came to life, raised her ass, and my dick slipped out. Then she was on the floor between my legs, popping my fly and dragging my jeans and harness down my thighs.

  "In my mouth," she said urgently, and licked my clit. "Let it go in my mouth."

  I pushed my clit up at her and she latched on to it, sucking like it was a Tootsie Pop. And that's what it did. Pop. Ten seconds of her lips sliding up and down while she sucked, and I went from rock to rocket in a heartbeat. My clit blew into a million pieces and I levitated off the sofa like I'd been electrocuted. When I came back down, my insides still twisting, she kept right on licking.

  "Oh man, Lila," I gasped. "I'm done, baby. I'm done."

  She made some kind of noise like Mmm mmm good and circled a fingertip around the rim of my ass and my clit shot up hard as concrete again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jojo half-crawl toward us, her eyes so big she looked like she was stoned, but I knew it was just the sex. She crouched behind Lila.

  "Did she get you ready for me, sweetheart?" Jojo murmured, licking the side of Lila's neck where I'd left the love bite.

  Lila nodded her head vigorously with my clit still clamped between her lips.

  "Fuck," I yelled and grabbed her head to hold her still. "Jesus Christ, take it easy—"

  Jojo shoved her hand between Lila's legs from behind and Lila pushed one finger deep into my ass and I cannoned right up to the edge again. My legs jerked out straight and Lila started whimpering and sucking harder. I locked eyes with Jojo. Hers were glazed and triumphant.

  "Doesn't she give the best head?" Jojo purred.

  I opened my mouth, but all that came out were groans and broken bits of words because I was coming in Lila's mouth, coming from my toes to die top of my head, coming so hard I felt like my skin was going to turn inside out. Jojo pumped away in Lila's pussy the whole time I was creaming all over her girlfriend’s face, and then, as if she knew exactly when my orgasm quit, she pulled Lila off me. Lila fell back into Jojo's arms and they locked lips instantly. Jojo reached around Lila's middle, stuck her hand between her legs and jerked her off while they kissed. Lila shuddered and cried in Jojo's arms.

  The girl from the tub and the butch were reverse spooning on the same towel where the butch had fisted Jojo, noisily licking each other off. I lightly fondled my clit, my dick drooping between my legs, while Lila came a couple more times. By then, my clit was showing wood again. With any luck, die invitation was still open, and I could get die drummer and her girl to play me another set or two.

  Next-Door Neighbors

  Karin Kallmaker

  "Have fun, Mom." Tammi waved cheerfully as they parted near the Piazza Casanova, her beach bag slung casually over one shoulder.

  Alice resisted issuing warnings about sunburn even though she knew the skimpy bikini top wouldn't be on for long either. Tammi was the free spirit her mother never had been. As always, Alice consoled herself with the knowledge that had she figured out earlier in life what she knew now, there would likely be no Tammi to worry over skin cancer.

  She took a very deep breath, counted to ten, then assumed an air of confidence and experience before she walked through the open door to the Piazza.

  As she followed the long curving marble path that led toward the clusters around the gleaming brass bar, she was first struck by how many women there were close to her own age. As a fifty-plus, shorts and tank top kind of woman, she would fit in okay.

  There were younger, swimsuit-clad and thinner girls to be sure, but she spotted enough silver-haired, crow's-feet-and-laugh-line women in the room for her comfort level. Perhaps, like her, they were hoping to meet up with someone interested in the same excursions throughout the week. Yes, a friend for the ports of call, that was why she was here. And she'd just keep telling herself that in the hopes that her libido started believing it.

  She'd gone back to the cabin for a light sweater, ostensibly because the ship kept the common spaces frigid. The embarrassing truth was that her nipples got hard every time she went to one of the public gatherings. It had to be chemicals floating in the air or something. Her nipples weren't the only things staying hard, either. Feeling like an adolescent was a new—and mostly unwelcome—sensation. Just here for companionship, she repeated. Just here to... She averted her gaze from a really attractive thirty-something with muscles like iron. Since when had she been attracted to muscles? Was it the muscles or the woman who happened to have muscles? Was it any woman?

  Her head said of course not. Other parts of her said of course.

  Fleeting eye contact with a grinning shorts- and polo-shirted gal about her age left her with high color. She consciously shifted her tank top a bit lower and held her head a bit higher. She wanted everyone to assume she was experienced at lesbian mingling.

  After all, she was an expert in lesbian erotica. If it had been put into book form, she had read it. There wasn't a position, pose, power play, accessory or scene she hadn't read about. Even though most of the women in the lounge looked cuddly as teddy bears, they were all no doubt conversant in brands of lubricant, sizes of O-rings and uses of ordinary household items for bondage.

  She'd also read just about anything there was to find on the Internet. The stories written by men to titillate themselves she could easily spot. She was far more interested in stories written by women, as they almost always told their tale from the inside out, from the inside of the woman's heart and mind to the outside of her body where the physical and the emotional unified.

  All of which sounded quite intellectual, but there was nothing intellectual about the sensations between her legs. It was embarrassing, and she was glad no one could tell.

  Drifting slowly toward several clusters in the hope of picking up a phrase or making eye contact that would allow her to join the conversation—just like at PTA meetings, except these were all lesbians very likely looking for a different kind of play date— Alice found herself again glancing at the woman in the polo shirt. From her short gray hair to her sensible sandals, she was comfortably familiar, except now Alice was considering that the sense of recognition wasn't just the overall similar attire she shared with other women in the room.

  She was familiar. Something about her eyes and the smile. Alice could picture her with much darker hair and a coffee mug in one hand, laughing about something. A noisy crash of glassware at the bar had everyone else turning their heads to investigate, but Alice's gaze stayed glued to the other woman's face. She'd seen her turn her head sharply like that, more than once...

  Candace. It was her next-door neighbor Candace, from what, twenty-five years ago? Candace with the twins who were always knocking something over. With the laugh, and the walk, and it had been such a shame when her husband had been transferred and they'd moved away. For nearly two years they'd traded babysitting and shared a lot of morning cups of coffee at the park across the street.

  Candace—it had to be—looked back in her direction, and Alice started to blush. It was a sign of her lesbian adolescence that she had the irrational but unavoidable thought: If Candace sees me here she’ll know I'm gay.

  Candace ground to a halt, mid-sentence, as she realized the redhead on the other side of the room was staring—and blushing. She tried to pick up her train of thought on the evaluative merits of gear for hiking, snorkeling and other adventures, but the woman's total fixation on her was too distracting.

  "Excuse me," she said to the others in the little cluster.
They were all newly met, and she'd been enjoying the conversation, but the woman looked like she might explode. Ginny would have been amused, and claimed that Candace had that effect on most women, but it wasn't true. That would have just been Ginny being Ginny, being kind.

  The woman's mouth dropped open as Candace approached and there was something very endearing about her lack of composure. Even obviously embarrassed, there was humor dancing in her eyes—green eyes—and the crimson hue that spread down her chest served to highlight the generous curves framed by the scalloped edge of her royal blue tank top. She wore sleek, form-fitting shorts and skimpy leather sandals that wrapped up her ankle and calf with Roman elegance. Casual, but turned out, a look that Candace had always admired and never achieved herself. Ginny—now Ginny had always looked that good.

  Ginny had never minded that Candace liked to watch the ladies. She'd enjoyed hearing what Candace admired and enjoyed in the appearance of other women. "As long as it's me you're looking at when we turn out the lights at night, you look all you want," she'd always said.

  Swallowing down the still vivid memory of the last night they'd turned out the lights together, she came within a polite distance of the crimson-flushed woman. Even as she said, "Are you okay?" she felt a thrill of recognition.

  "Yes. I'm sorry. I—Candace? Candace McNamara?"

  "Yeah, how do you . . . ?" Candace studied the woman even more closely, subtracted some laugh lines and put more red in the hair before she hazarded, "Alice? Hayes?"