Nereids Ch. 10

She hid a grin. Then she moistened her lips and pursed them. His dick twitched. She looked up and met his gaze, her eyes hooded and sultry. She moistened her lips again. He arched an eyebrow, and she opened her mouth in unmistakable invitation.

He stepped forward. His aim was perfect, and she wrapped her lips around the tip of his stiffening manhood. She sucked gently, feeling the spongy head fill with blood. He quickly grew hard, but she let him slip from her lips. With a breathy sigh, she tilted her head to the side and held his dick out of the way.

She tongued his wrinkled brown sac, and he grunted softly. He grunted again when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She did the same to the other, inhaling the clean scent of him. As she nuzzled, she idly stroked his thick shaft. Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of Susan-like mischief.

"Do you ever have fantasies of Susan doing this?" she asked.

Gruffly: "No."

"You should," she said softly, hearing the lie in his voice. "She loves giving head." She pulled back and tongued the tip of his shaft. She tasted his pre-come and smiled to herself. "She says she can almost get off… just by giving head."

"Lucky for Jack," David said, his voice tightly controlled.

"But what about you?" Beth asked, kissing the large vein down the side of his shaft. "Don't you ever think about two women sucking you off?"

"No."

"Susan wants to suck you. I can see it in her eyes."

He didn't answer.

"I could lick your balls while she sucks you." She could feel his anticipation. "Or you could take turns fucking our faces."

"Oh Jesus, Beth," he breathed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Two women sucking you off?" She planted a line of kisses along his shaft, her breath hot on his skin. "What would you do with two women all to yourself?" She drew back, her lips caressing him. "Would you fuck us both? Would you let us—?"

She reached the tip of his dick and recoiled in shock as hot semen splashed over her cheek. She quickly aimed him at her mouth. The second blast hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She tasted him and smelled him and felt him all at once, her senses overwhelmed. He gripped her head and shuddered with the force of his orgasm. She swallowed again, the liquid hot in her throat.

When he finally stopped spurting, she held his hips and opened her mouth. She swallowed as much of him as she could at once. Then she paused, her breathing deep and deliberate. She opened her mouth again and felt the head of his dick enter her throat. A few inches more, and she wrapped her lips around the base.

He grunted, his hands still on her head. She sucked gently, her nose pressed into the damp, warm mass of his pubic hair. He grunted again when she pulled back, her lips tight around his shaft. She took a deep breath and swallowed him again, the pressure in her throat making her eyes water. She took him all the way, though, her lips forming a tight "O" around the base of his shaft.

She pulled back and blinked to clear her eyes. "I bet Susan can't do that," she said.

He smiled and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. His come was still wet on the other cheek.

She kissed the tip of his dick, shiny with her saliva. She wanted him to fuck her, so she goaded him shamelessly. "Susan really does like giving head," she said. "And I know she wants to suck you off. She hasn't come right out and said it, of course, but I know her."

Before he could respond, she swallowed him again, taking his dick to the root. She pulled back, her eyes twinkling with desire.

"I might just let her, too," she said. "But not before you bend me over the sink and fuck me."

Much to her surprise, David almost yanked her to her feet. He turned her around and entered her from behind. Her eyes flew wide at the sudden intrusion, and she silently thanked God she was already wet.

David began thrusting and she closed her eyes. He gripped her hips hard enough to hurt, but she didn't care. His dick—his big, thick, wonderful dick—filled her with every thrust. She had to keep from banging her face into the mirror, but she didn't care. Instead, she concentrated on the feeling between her legs.

David fucked her for timeless minutes, his hips slapping her ass and filling the small room with the sounds of their sex. Too soon, he buried himself and she felt him spurt deep within her. She was on the verge of her own orgasm, and she whimpered with need. He reached between her legs. His finger found her clit and she arched her back.

"Oh, yes," she hissed.

Pleasure exploded within her and the world went white. She closed her eyes, but the brightness was in her brain. The pleasure seemed to go on and on, and she could feel her tummy heaving with the force of her orgasm.

Finally, she came to her senses and let her forehead press against the cool glass of the mirror.

"I don't…," David panted, an edge in his voice, "want… to have sex… with Susan."

But what if I do? Beth asked silently.

**

The Nereid motored through the night, making a steady six knots, the diesel clattering softly beneath the cabin floor. They were still motoring the next morning, and Jack turned a peevish eye aloft, gazing at the bare mast. He touched the backstay in an old sailor's gesture, silently praying for a breeze. But the wind didn't pick up, and he swore under his breath.

If I wanted a motor cruise, I would've borrowed a powerboat.

Even though the wind didn't change, the sea picked up after breakfast. Worse, the swell shortened and shifted direction. Closely spaced waves came from the west-northwest, causing the boat to pitch and roll—the mast swung through seventy degrees in less than ten seconds.

"Susan…?" Beth said. "Are you all right?"

They were sitting on the cockpit benches, and Jack spared them a glance.

"I'm fine," Susan said, although she didn't look it. Her face had gone pale, with a sheen of sweat despite the cool air. "I'm just waiting for breakfast to settle," she said.

Just then, a gust from the northwest blew fine spray over the rail. The boat rolled into the lee of a wave. Jack ignored the motion of the sea, straining to pick out the hint of wind. The boat rose on the next wave, the deck tilting. He felt the gust again, and shouted for David to hoist the jib.

Susan stood uncertainly, and Jack split his attention between the wind and his wife. She turned, and he realized—too late—what she was going to do.

He shouted, "No…!"

She leaned over the rail and vomited.

His voice died. "…not over the windward rail," he finished uselessly.

The stream of vomit blew back, spattering Susan and everything near her. Beth was with her in an instant, heedless of the mess. Susan hung her head over the rail and vomited again. Most of it hit the side of the boat, but enough blew back in her face, covering Beth as well.

Jack leapt forward and bent over the two women. The smell hit him and he had to choke back his own gorge. Susan heaved again, but merely spit a mouthful of vomit into the sea. The boat rolled with the next wave and David dropped into the already crowded cockpit.

"Take the helm," Jack said immediately. He regretted snapping an order, but David quickly moved behind the wheel. Jack shot his friend an apologetic look and received a nod in return.

Susan retched again and spat to clear her mouth. Beth was holding her hair out of her face, and Jack did the only thing he could: he put a reassuring hand on her back. Susan heaved several more times, but nothing came up.

"I think she's done," Beth said at last, and Susan nodded weakly.

"Let's get her below," Jack said.

He returned to the cockpit ten minutes later.

"How is she?" David asked.

"She's still nauseous. Beth's with her now." He frowned as he stated the obvious. Then he looked up—the wind had died again. He swore. "And this was supposed to be a vacation."

David shrugged. "My fun meter is pegged."

Jack smiled at the irony in his friend's voice. Then he shook off his foul mood. His wife was seasick and he was worried about the wind?

Time to get your priorities straight, mister, he told himself silently. Aloud, he said, "Come two points to port."

"Two points to port, aye." David turned the wheel.

"That should reduce the roll for the time being," Jack said.

David nodded as he steadied the boat on her new course.

"We'll have to tack when we fetch the land," Jack continued. "It'll make plotting our course a bit more challenging, but…" He shrugged. "I'll clean up the cockpit," he said at last.

He used the simple, age-old expedient of a bucket and seawater to clean the deck and benches. Then he chuckled darkly. Susan hadn't known to throw up over the leeward rail, where the wind would've blown the vomit away from her. He shouldn't laugh, because he'd learned the lesson the hard way himself.

"Hey, Zuni," he said at last, "do you mind if I…?" He gestured toward the cabin.

David shook his head and made a shooing gesture.

"Thanks," Jack said, and went below to check on Susan.

**

"She's okay," Beth said quietly.

Jack loomed over her. He wasn't as big as David, but he was still imposing, especially when he was anxious.

"I cleaned her face with a washcloth," she continued, "but I need to get her out of her clothes." She wrinkled her nose. "They smell like vomit, which isn't making her seasickness any better."

Jack nodded. "Try to get her to sleep. Don't let her eat anything, but make sure she drinks something."

Beth bit back a sarcastic reply. She was a mother—she knew how to deal with an upset stomach. But Jack evidently felt the need to issue orders, so she held her tongue while he told her things she already knew. An annoyed part of her wanted to answer "Yes, sir!" when he finished, but she controlled the impulse and simply said, "Okay."

He lingered for a moment, but then turned away.

Beth rolled her eyes. David was the same in an emergency—he wanted to do something, as if stopping to think was the worst thing he could do. Beth smoothed her ruffled feathers and watched Jack's retreating back. With a sigh at her own impatience, she turned to the cabin and opened the door.

Susan was lying on the bed, limp and motionless.

"Okay," Beth said gently, "let's get you out of those clothes."

Susan tried to help, but she was weak from vomiting, so she dropped her hands and sat passively as Beth undressed her.

"Oh," Beth clucked, "you got it in your hair, too."

"Serves me right," Susan said.

"No, it doesn't. Anyone can get seasick."

She smiled wanly.

Beth tossed her clothes into the corner and found one of Jack's soft flannel shirts.

Susan shook her head. "I don't sleep in clothes. Not even in panties." With that, she took hers off and tossed them aside.

"Oh…," Beth said, distracted. "Okay. I'll fetch a basin to wash your hair."

Susan shook her head. "I can make it to the sink."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

Beth helped her to the bathroom, where Susan brushed her teeth and then let Beth wash her hair.

Jack can go to hell if he so much as mentions how much fresh water I just "wasted," Beth thought.

He'd never be so callous, but she smiled at her own protectiveness. Back in the cabin, she eased Susan onto the bed. She wanted to stay, but her own clothes were still spattered with vomit.

"I'll be right back," she said softly, covering Susan with the sheet and blankets.

She walked back to the main hatch and climbed the three steps to the cockpit. David was at the wheel. He gave her a look, silently asking about Susan.

"She's better," she said. Then she plucked at her clothes. "I stink to high heaven, though."

He smiled and waved away her remark.

She started to ask where Jack was, but he appeared along the rail.

"How is she?"

"She's fine," Beth said. "But the cabin's pretty bright… would you put something over the skylight?"

Jack winced at not thinking of it himself. "Right away," he said.

She smiled her thanks and returned below. In the main salon she stripped off her clothes. They followed Susan's into a laundry bag. She'd have time to wash them later. In the meantime, she needed to clean herself and return to her friend.

The shower was shockingly cold, and she cursed silently as she began to lather her hair.

"I'll have to speak to the captain about the accommodations," she half-muttered, reaching for the pump handle. She tensed. Reluctantly—oh, so reluctantly—she pumped. "Ohmygodthatscold," she gasped.

After she rinsed, she dried off and donned one of David's white undershirts. She entered the cabin a moment later—it was warm and dark.

"Susan?" she said softly.

"I'm alive," Susan said. "Barely. The darkness helps."

Beth sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her friend's face.

Susan hissed.

"What? Are you all right?"

She laughed weakly. "Your hand is cold."

"Sorry. I just took a shower."

"Did Jack give you a hard time about the water?"

"No."

"Lucky for him," Susan said, a smile in her voice.

"No kidding. I was ready to bite his head off."

"Good for you."

She warmed her hands and then stroked Susan's face again.

"Oh, that feels nice."

"Close your eyes," Beth said gently. Her own eyes had finally adjusted to the dark, and she began rubbing Susan's temples, her fingers light. She massaged her forehead and then down to her cheeks and jaw.

Susan moaned softly, her face going slack with relaxation.

"Turn over and I'll rub your back," Beth said.

Susan winced when she moved, but swallowed hard and quickly rolled to her stomach.

Beth began rubbing.

"Oh," Susan groaned softly, "I'll give you to the count of one million to stop that."

Beth smiled.

Susan eventually drifted off to sleep, and Beth found her own eyes drooping as well. After the stress of caring for her friend, she was worn out.

She won't mind if I lie down for a minute, she thought. She curled up quietly, intending to rest her eyes for a few minutes.

**

Beth blinked and looked around in confusion. The room was dark, and it was… moving. It took her a moment to remember where she was: the cabin of Nereid.

Memory came flooding back, and she worried about Susan. She started to sit up, but…

She felt an arm around her middle. Susan's arm, she realized.

She started to get up again, but she was so comfortable that she didn't want to move. The men could take care of themselves, and they certainly didn't need help sailing the boat.

Her feet were cold, so she wormed under the covers. Susan didn't wake up, but she scooted closer automatically. Beth closed her eyes and relaxed in the warmth of her body.

**

Beth opened her eyes slowly. She didn't know what time it was, but the boat was still rocking, with a little shimmy and roll at the end of each rise.

"Fancy meeting you here," Susan said softly, from behind her.

Beth started to get up in embarrassment.

Susan held her. "Oh, you're fine," she said. "It's just us girls here."

Beth relaxed and settled back. She was used to David spooning with her, his body hard against hers. But Susan's was entirely different.

"I'm sorry I threw up on you," she said after a moment.

"Oh, I've dealt with worse."

Susan chuckled, but then Beth felt her turn serious. "This is nice," she said after a moment. "You're warm."

"How's your stomach?" Beth asked, changing the subject. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Not yet." She sighed. "I…"

The pause lengthened, and Beth's stomach fluttered with anxiety until she felt Susan draw breath to speak.

"I've been thinking…," she said at last.

"About what?"

"About you and me… You and David… This trip…"

Beth's nervousness returned. "What about it?"

"When I turned sixteen…," Susan said.

Beth frowned at the non sequitur, but didn't interrupt.

"…Greg, my boyfriend, took me to the movies. But instead of actually going to the drive-in, we turned around at the camp gate and drove back to a clearing. We walked through the woods to his house, and then around to his parents' bedroom. It had sliding glass doors, and the curtains were open. Greg's parents and mine were having a get-together with some friends, but I had no idea they'd be…"

"What?" Beth blurted softly.

"My mother was having sex… with Greg's father and another man."

Beth's eyes flew wide in shock, and she turned to look at Susan in disbelief.

Susan propped herself on an elbow, her eyes unfocused with remembrance.

"At first," she continued, "I was angry. Angry with Greg for showing me. Angry with my mother for humiliating my father. And angry with my father for letting her do it. Well, I thought I was angry, at least."

Beth's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean you 'thought you were angry'?"

"I thought I should be angry, so that was my first reaction. But I realized—later—that I wasn't upset at all. After all, I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene in the bedroom. I was captivated. My father was watching my mother, while another woman knelt in front of him. Greg's mother was with another couple. They were all having sex." She paused.

"Needless to say," she said at last, "I was confused."

"I don't blame you," Beth said quietly.

"I was so ashamed…"

"But you had nothing to do with it…"

"No, you don't understand," Susan said. "I was ashamed because I kept watching, and because I was… excited."

Beth blinked in surprise.

"I was still confused, but I liked watching. I could tell that my mother was enjoying herself. So was my father, obviously." She laughed ironically. "I knew my parents were liberated, but I had no idea."

"No kidding," Beth said, her voice soft with understatement. "What did you do?"

Another ironic laugh. "I slapped Greg and stormed away."

"What?"

"Exactly," Susan said, reading Beth's confusion. "I wanted to stay and watch, but I… I don't know how to explain it… I thought I should react like that. You know, like in the movies."

Beth nodded.

"Greg ran after me, of course," Susan continued, her eyes in the past, "but I walked straight home. I wouldn't even let him kiss me goodnight at the door." She voiced a soft laugh. "He was expecting to get laid. Ha! Little did he know." She chuckled again. "Believe it or not, I wanted to have sex with him, but I thought I should be upset, so I gave him the cold shoulder."

"What did you do then?"

"I went to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I was being melodramatic," she added, her eyes twinkling with laughter at her younger self. "But I kept thinking about the scene in Greg's parents' room: my mother on her hands and knees, with Greg's father behind her and another man in front of her."

"Uh-oh," Beth said. She knew what was coming next.

"Yep," Susan said, "you guessed it. The next thing I knew, I was playing with myself. I came once, but I was still horny, so I took off my dress and started again." She laughed, the sound trailing into a sigh. "I must've come three or four times in a row.

"But then I felt ashamed," she said. "I knew I shouldn't get excited about my parents having sex with other people. It was wrong, I thought—they were married. But I couldn't stop thinking about them. It was so… sexy."

Beth blinked in surprise.

"I didn't get much sleep that night," Susan continued. "Worse, I was a basket case the rest of the week. I went from horny to ashamed, excited to withdrawn. My mother noticed, of course, but I couldn't tell her what I'd seen. I thought she'd be upset that I was snooping. My parents were always very open about their bodies, but they also tried to instill a respect for other people's privacy."