Gerald Summers: The Mouth Merchants

"I wiggled that gown over my hips and stepped out of it, naked. A good Schiaparelli doesn't need panties or bras. They're built into the gown.

"So I was naked. In front of a strange man for the first time in nearly four years, since I'd married George.

"Earl stepped back, admiring me. And I could see myself repeated a hundred times over in the mirrored walls. As if they were screaming 'Naked! Naked! Naked!' And I was liking it.

"Excitement was building in me, just seeing myself naked. And knowing a man was looking at me. There was no way of missing that. Earl was reflected hundreds of times, too. I could see him in the mirrored walls reaching for me and then feel his hands at my waist, sliding up to cup my tits, his thumbs teasing my nipples.

"It was like being made Jove to by an army, all those men reaching for me, feeling my tits and coming close, until I could feel the bulge in his trousers. Oh, I can understand the cleverness of the mirrored walls. They sort of magnified the mood, multiplied it by a hundred times or so. A girl could hardly put up a fight against hundreds of men-and her own heightened excitement. Wow, what they'd do to a timid virgin! Before she could say 'No!' she'd be pregnant. If Earl had liked his sex 'regular.'

"He knelt in front of me, running his tongue down my body, pausing to twirl it in my navel, and on down to the creases between pelvis and legs, sliding it across my mound and back, then sliding his tongue, which seemed hot and pointed, right into my slit. All the time his hands played with my tits.

"By then I was moaning and writhing, thrusting my pelvis against his mouth, feeling hot flashes dart from nipples to cunt, igniting fires deep inside. His tongue found my clitoris and teased it, sending new shock waves through me, so that my knees started to buckle.

"Earl picked me up, holding me easily, cradled in his arms, with one hand on a breast, the other sliding up and around my ass, between my legs, just barely touching my cunt.

"He swung me around and on to that big circular bed and knelt between my legs, his mouth on my cunt. I could look straight up and see my whole body reflected in the mirrored ceiling. What a gimmick!

"I could see his dark head between my legs and watch his hands creep up my body in exciting play, his fingers crooked so that his nails lightly raked my skin, delicious teasing as they neared my breasts, fastened on them and started a gentle, rhythmic squeezing. I turned a scream into a soft moan and thrust my pelvis at his mouth, feeling then. Not bothering to look.

"He gave up on my breasts after a few moments but kept his mouth on my cunt, sucking and darting that hot, pointed tongue deep inside, drawing it out and teasing my clitoris. All that time he was undressing, sliding out of his trousers and shirt.

"I could have watched him do it, but I had closed my eyes tight in ecstasy, moaning and writhing. I felt him take his mouth away and I opened my eyes. He was standing between my legs, his dong swollen and stiff. And I saw that repeated hundreds of times in the mirrors.

"He moved around the circular bed, keeping a hand on one breast until he was by my head, so that I could see that prick of his standing rigid, his balls taut in their sac. He bent down, kissing each tit, and moved on down my body, his tongue teasing as it went. Until his mouth fastened on my cunt again and his prick was stabbing toward my mouth, a drop of juice glittering on it.

"I reached up and curled a hand around that wonderful big prick of his, guiding it into my mouth, reaching up with my tongue to get that first delicious drop of man-juice. I closed my lips over his blue-purple bulb and began to suck, with the lingering taste of his man-juice in my mouth.

"With Earl bobbing his head rhythmically at my cunt and thrusting deep inside with his hot, pointed tongue, I was really going to town. He began moving his pelvis in and out, thrusting his pecker deeper and deeper into my throat, while little drops of his man-juice seeped through, trickling into my throat, tasting divine.

"Then he started some really heavy pumping with his head and faster twirling in my cunt with his tongue. I knew it meant he was about to come. I reached up and grabbed his ass, pulling my head and mouth as far up on his dong as I could, moving it in and out with little jerky nods. At the same time I was swirling my tongue around and over that big stick of his, getting the deep, satisfactory feel of it in my mouth, but waiting, anticipating the moment when, his prick would burst its juices into my mouth.

"I knew it was coming. I could feel it in the faster rhythm of his tongue and mouth and in the way he jabbed with his pelvis at my throat. Suddenly he drew his prick back, almost out of my mouth, and then seemed to drop his whole weight on my face, shaking and shuddering as his dong swelled and pulsed and shot his load. Way deep in, so that I could feel it with the muscles in my throat as his load went through his prick. And then that rich, acrid, chokey taste flooded my throat and mouth. Marvelous! Delicious.

"We lay like that for a long moment, his mouth still on my cunt and his dwindling prick still part-way in my mouth. He licked and sucked at the juices I had poured down in that marvelous moment of release and I licked at his dong for more taste of that wonderful man-juice.

"When he finally rolled off, dragging his prick from my mouth and lifting his head from my cunt, I could look up again at the mirrored ceiling. God, I was a mess! My beautiful hairdo, on which I had spent nearly forty dollars, was knocked awry. One false eyelash was gone, giving my face a lopsided look, and my mouth was smeared and slopped with his goo. My cunt was open and raw-looking and my muff wet with his slobber.

"Mirrors ought to be turned off right after a sex act. They make things exciting in the beginning but, lord, are they merciless on a girl afterward. And Earl, with his face smeared and his eyes baggy and bloated-looking, wasn't any prize, either. What's more, in that mirror-walled room, there wasn't any way I could turn to escape the images.

"Things were better when he took me into a really functional but fantastic bathroom-a 'head' he called it, the nautical term. The shower, and playing together in it, restored me somewhat. I had to forget that forty-dollar hairdo and just run a comb through it, letting my hair fall in its natural waves. It's all right, but not very sophisticated.

"Seated at the dressing table, still naked, I repaired some of the damage while Earl stood behind me, studying my breasts and just lightly touching my back. 'That was delightful, my dear. Delightful. You are a very accomplished young lady. George is a very lucky man. Now, run along. And ask Laurette to come to my cabin, will you? She's probably with George. Oh, and don't bother with clothes. We don't, while on board. In the morning I'll see that you have a sports outfit suitable for going ashore.' He patted my rump and shooed me out into the corridor, naked.

"He was right. About nobody wearing clothes. I suppose the crew did, but I didn't see any of them. There was a sort of general swap going on, people moving from cabin to cabin in a kind of sexual musical chairs. I found Laurette all right, looking just as sophisticated naked as she did with clothes on. But she wasn't with George. She was just sitting in the lounge, smoking. I told her what Earl had said. She nodded, put out her cigarette and wandered off, her buttocks swiveling.

"I didn't find George, but a tall, lanky man with a long, limp dong caught my arm, tugging me into a cabin. 'This is swap time-and look what I drew! The little new prize! You are lovely, my dear. You should never wear clothes, not even that charming number you had on earlier.' He slid a hand under my arm and pressed it against one of my tits. 'Lovely, lovely.' And his long, thin dong was already beginning to rise. Feebly at first but gaining strength.