Charlie put his arm around Jen. “Why the hell shouldn’t I? In bed with two beautiful sheilas, already shagged one, gonna shag the other. Of course, number two might not get hers, if she doesn’t give me some oral attention.”
“Blackmailing me?”
Charlie caressed Jennifer’s breast. “Whatever it takes.” He could see Pet wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of orders. “Well, boss lady, what’s it going to be?”
“Jen, could I have my glass back, please?”
“Sure, Pet.” Charlie could hear the question in Jen’s voice. It was the same question he had. What the fuck?
Jen gave Pet the glass. She took a sip and held it in her mouth, all the while watching Charlie. Then she raised the glass high in the air and tipped it, pouring a thin line of her drink down the length of his stomach to his groin.
Charlie jumped. “Jesus Christ!”
Before he had a chance to act on impulse and get off the bed, Pet barked, “Jen, keep him still.” The tone seemed to need a “Yes, ma’am” to punctuate it.
Just like they had rehearsed it, Jennifer lurched forward and practically threw herself across his chest. Too stunned by this performance to react, Charlie missed his chance to free himself. Pet set her glass on the floor and proceeded to crawl onto his legs. He found himself pinned to the bed by two naked women.
Now more perturbed than aroused, Charlie growled, “Petula, I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I didn’t sign on for this bullshit.” He figured if he put all of his weight into it, he could throw them both off. But he thought better of it, for fear he might hurt one of them. He chose the more civilized approach. “Let me up. I’ll get dressed and go.” He meant it.
“Don’t be silly! You can’t leave now. I’m about to deliver the goods.”
Pet leaned down. Jennifer, lying across his chest, blocked his view. He couldn’t see Pet’s head at all. He braced himself, not knowing what to expect. When he felt her lapping at the gin on his stomach like a cat drinking milk, he closed his eyes and moaned.
She followed the trail she had poured down his stomach to his navel, pausing there to lick out the pool that had collected inside his innie. Then she continued her agonizingly slow journey down to his groin. By the time her chin bumped the tip of his penis, he had a full-blown woody.
Charlie still couldn’t see her head, but he heard her speak to Jennifer. “Jen, are you okay like that?”
“I’m fine, Pet. Feels kind of good, actually. He’s hard as a rock.”
“He is down here, too. Why don’t you scoot up just a bit, so he can feel your tits and your ass while I suck him? That should really get him revved up.”
Charlie had been so preoccupied with Pet, he hadn’t been aware of Jennifer’s breasts pressed into his chest. When she slid across him as Pet suggested she do, the sensation of her hard nipples rolling over his skin was right out of a wet dream.
He closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Jennifer’s weight on his chest prevented him from inhaling too deeply. While trying to calm himself, he suddenly realized he didn’t need to fight this. He could just relax and enjoy it.
In a matter of seconds, Pet would be sucking his dick. Jennifer had just positioned herself so he could squeeze her tits and rub her ass. This wasn’t just a wet dream, it was a frigging porn movie! His mates would think he was full of shit if he ever told them. They’d never believe it!
Jennifer’s breasts draped over the side of his chest, hanging heavily like ripe tomatoes on the vine. He filled his hand with one and squeezed. Jennifer sighed. With his other hand, he stroked her ass. To his delight, he discovered he could reach between her legs, which he did with considerable satisfaction.
He noticed Pet had raised her head, and had apparently been watching him make a move on Jennifer. “I see you’re finally getting into the spirit of things.”
Charlie chuckled. “Don’t know if I am or not. But I do know I’d have to be dead not to cop a feel. Isn’t that right, Jen?”
Jen’s arse undulated as she humped his hand. “Charles, being felt up never felt so good. Cop away.”
“Pet, I’m still waiting for you to suck me off. Oh, and by the way, my legs are numb. Think you could shift a bit?” Even in his immobilized state, Charlie still felt as though he had regained the upper hand in this unusual standoff.
“Spread your legs apart.”
“Isn’t that what I should be telling you?” Charlie countered.
“Not this time, you bugger. By the time I climb on it, your nuts will be ready to crack open.” Charlie finally understood what she meant to do. He wondered what the Chaplain would say when they buried him at sea.
As he had done with women on many occasions, Pet now did to him. She forced his legs wide open with her knees. He resisted the impulse to protectively close them, reminding himself that this would be a shag to end all shags. Hell, everybody had to die sometime. He could think of worse ways to have it all end.
First she fondled his balls, gently squishing the soft sacs in the palm of her hand. “Charles, even your testicles are picture-perfect.”
“And what kind of pictures have you been looking at, Petula?”
“Models send me their portfolios. I use men, too.”
“Fuck, I figured that one out already.”
“I expect you have.” She looked him in the eye when she asked, “Do you regret getting involved with me?”
“Hell no! Never met a woman before as strong as you are. And you introduced me to Jen.” He pulled his hand out from between’s Jennifer’s legs and swatted her arse.
“Ouch! That hurt.” She didn’t give him time to apologize before she said, “Do it again.”
Happy to oblige, he slapped her lovely chocolate arse. “You like that, sweetheart?”
Jennifer squirmed against him, attempting to rub her pussy on his chest. “I quite fancy it, thank you.”
“Maybe you’ll like this, too.” Charlie slid his middle finger inside her vagina.
Jennifer moaned. “Oh, yes, darling, I fancy that, too.”
Without warning, Pet’s mouth closed over his prick. He involuntarily lurched and jammed his finger deeper into Jennifer than he had intended. She yelped.
He muttered, “Sorry” as Pet once again sucked him harder than anyone ever had.
Jen giggled, as she seemed to do often. “That’s all right. Just watch the fingernails. Keep doing what you’re doing. It feels bloody wonderful.”
Charlie barely managed to say, “Will do.” Pet’s ministrations had him breathless.
Wanting to please Jen as much as he could, he again wiggled his middle finger inside her cunt and caressed her breast. She responded as he’d hoped she would, with a squirm and a sigh. As long as he massaged her, she would be fine.
Pet had him right where she wanted him. Part of him resisted the idea of a sheila besting him, and part of him relished it. He’d never known a woman like this, someone so used to being in charge that she also gave the marching orders in the bedroom. He wondered if Pet would take to having her arse swatted the same way Jennifer did. That’s something he hoped to find out before the voyage ended.
Charlie remembered how Pet had reacted to watching him shag Jennifer. If Pet mounted him as he expected her to do, he knew what would get her going the same way she had gotten to him. He had a plan. This would certainly be a good one.
He couldn’t see Pet, but he sure as hell could feel her. She had