"You naughty boy. I know what you were doing last night. I felt it. Good wasn't it. You wouldn't let me in so I could make you feel it even more."
I raised my head to look around trying to see who was talking to me. Sheena was still lying partially on top of me, but we had become disconnected and our combined fluids had run out of her onto me, dried, and matted.
My movement awakened Sheena. She smiled and kissed me, then shook her head. "That Mercy is always talking to me. She said she enjoyed sharing our loving last night. We must have been projecting or something as she told me she was with us while we played."
When I looked at Sheena strangely, she said, "If you don't feel Mercy in your head, you will. She looks at you like she does Steve, so I know she's in there. She talks to you, she sees inside you. Her mother does it too, but it's Mercy that is the predator. Both her and Sue like to get together with Sheila and me for some special attention we share with each other. You'll understand."
I smiled and hugged her to me. She said, "I enjoyed our loving. I don't know if we have enough time to have some more of that good loving, but I would be all for it." We kissed again and both felt as if we should get up.
I headed for the shower as Sheena went out the door. I was soon washed, dressed, and downstairs, where I met an older lady who claimed to be Dewey's "Almost" mother. She poured me a cup of great tasting coffee and began to tell me stories of Dewey in years past.
Sheila came down, gave me a warmer kiss than could be expected, and said into my ear, "Sheena says you are very cuddly and that you make a nice fit." My face became crimson, which made Sheila giggle.
As she picked up her coffee cup, kids began coming from the stairs and the door. Soon, all the people from Steve's boat were in the house, including Ben, who was carrying a suitcase. When I pointed at it and raised an eyebrow he said, "I'm not going any farther this trip. I want to get back to Tampa. This is the longest I've been on the sailboat at one time and I feel like I'm out of touch. I know I have the internet and even the satellite phone, but it's not the same as being in Tampa or on land."
I had to ask, "Is one of Steve's planes coming for you?"
"No, I won't pay for a charter and I don't want Steve and Sue to either. I have a non-stop commercial flight to Atlanta, then straight home. I've even booked first class so I'll ride in style the whole way. I want you to look after my Beth for me. Keep her safe and give her a hug every once in a while for me."
Merlin had come in with his suitcase, also saying he was leaving and heading back to San Francisco. He could only be gone from his restaurant and club a couple of days at a time. As we shook hands, he reached up to my ear and came back with a guitar pick. As he handed it to me he said, "I understand you are quite a musician. You'll have to come west and play at my club. Watch out for my Missy, she's a handful, but needs the watchful eye of someone like you."
We shook on it as we were soon surrounded by lots of people.
Sue announced, "For anyone who has not looked out into the lagoon, please let me introduce our Irish friends Michael, Chanda, Lucille, and Margaret. Their children are first Mike's and Chanda's twins, Cory and Corine, Lucille has contributed this cutie Sean, and Margaret has produced little Mike." I think this whole introduction was for my benefit. The rest of them knew each other.
There wasn't enough table space for everyone to sit, so we fed the kids first as they swarmed the table and filled up on melon and pancakes. Kathy's older kids also ate so they could supervise the little ones after their breakfast. Once the kids ate, the adults sat and ate until Dewey said, "Come on, Ben and Merlin, the sea plane should be landing out there about now and pulling up to the dock. Let's get you two on board and off to Tampa and San Francisco."
Beth and Ben, as well as Merlin and Missy, kissed and hugged then Ben and Merlin took their bags down to the dock where a brightly painted Cessna 206 on pontoons was taxiing up to the dock. I had to go down to watch since it had something to do with airplanes. Steve and I watched as the pilot settled the plane so that the side with the dual doors faced the dock. We held the plane still while Ben and Merlin climbed aboard, then shut the doors and waved as the plane pulled from the dock and headed out to the channel to take off.
I liked how efficient that was and commented to Steve that a private pilot could probably make a living running a taxi service like that out among these islands.
Dewey commented, "You could make a great living, but you have to enjoy flying in overcast conditions, fog, and rain all the time. If you're a small plane sea pilot out here, you fly in some terrible conditions. They get used to it, but it's still brutal on the nerves and equipment."
The day was spent using the catamaran as a means of ferrying people from Dewey's place to Friday Harbor for fresh foods and more shopping. I had to get some special rain gear, along with a special life jacket to be worn during storms.
Before we left Friday Harbor, Dewey, Steve, and Mike went back to the pawn shop to buy another keyboard for Mike's boat, plus the last six acoustic guitars the shop had. Dewey wanted to buy an old overpriced Stratocaster and Amp duo, but I finally convinced him that it was not a smart buy. I told him, "If you have to have an electric, I'll call Lisa and have her ship me something along with a Gorilla amp and some sound effects. You can buy a brand new Strat, with an amp, cheaper than you can buy that beat up one."
I convinced them and added, "How about I play some guitar stuff for everyone this evening and we'll see how it is. If you think I need the electric, I'll call Lisa and she can ship it to Alaska."
Steve said, "Tiny told me Lisa said you have copies of the videos from France and Spain. He also sent me two videos of you and Lisa with some people up in Atlanta. I think we have a lot of music to watch and listen to."
Since this was going to be the last day on land, I called Wanda to see what was happening. She said, "You know, Dave, and both of the guys you used last week, are out taking care of problems in the field. All three have already had termination incidents, so you weren't all that bad. I think you convinced them to not let anyone get a chance to harm them. They are believers."
I asked about the attitude of the Fab Five and Wanda said, "I think they all have some of your T-shirts that you wore and haven't been washed. They say if they can smell you they feel better about you being gone. They are a bunch of kooks, that's for sure. Lisa is the one who really misses you. She's been either in my bed or Tina's, and is dreaming up some kind of special trip to Hawaii to meet you there. She's trying to get the group you guys ferried to Europe to plan a tour to Hawaii so she can come over to be with you a couple of days. She says she can probably convince the band to take a break and vacation there for a week or so. I'll keep you posted. You might want to check your e-mail and files so you can keep up with the attitude coming out of D.C. You are not as important now that you are on convalescent leave, and there are so many other bad incidents happening, both within the Bureau and the service."
We talked a little more, and then I said I would call John, and promised to call in using the sat phone.
John was not in a good mood. "For two cents, I'd pull you off convalescent leave and have you spearhead these problems. Now that you're not around to temper the way a take down should happen, everyone is scared shitless, shooting first, and then asking suspects to give up when they are already down. They all know how dangerous it can get and know you were shot several times doing a job by the numbers. They're skipping all the warnings and going straight to shooting as soon as they see a gun. They're right and you even put it in an SOP, but the cry babies are having a cow. We even have a video of two guys coming out of a building firing at our men who were waiting for them. Of course, the two only lasted about three seconds. The men on the takedown now all have warnings in their file for not warning the two while they were being shot at. Don't worry, I'll pull the warnings as soon as the files get to me. Hope you enjoy yourself."
"John, I have an idea. The next capture or nasty takedown from any agency, take along as many of the do-gooders as you can. Issue them bull horns and get them as close to the action as you can. Make sure no one fires or returns fire until the angels of criminals have given the warnings. Try to keep them down, but let them feel the rounds buzzing their heads while they are trying to help the idiots that we have to shoot. You might even do the most stupid thing I can think of, tell the men to shoot the legs from the bad guys. If they can make a head shot, then they can do a leg shot. As soon as these oversight people see the criminals on the ground shot after being warned still trying to kill us, they'll change their mind. If the guys think they will have trouble hitting legs, just get a bunch of new range targets with paint on the legs."
"You are so strange, Johnson. Should I really put the oversight people in jeopardy?"
"Yes, you should. These men and women have to learn that we are not dealing with nice people and that they do want to kill us. If a couple of them get hit, I'd bet they have a totally different attitude. They might want to issue reprimands for not shooting when we are being shot at, but we have to wait for them to give the warning."
"I'll try one. Hopefully, it will make a difference. Perhaps I'll do more than one. I guess it's worth a try. Go on your boat ride, but keep in touch. We do have something working up in Alaska. You might be able to take care of it incognito while you're there."
John and I said goodbye and hung up. I had to sit and contemplate the state of those who think we should keep asking someone to give up while they are shooting at us. This was not smart. You can't lie about it because there is always that one person at an incident that will be for the underdog and will make a louder noise than everyone else. Oh well, I have holes all over my body because I kept warning people.
The evening at Dewey's was pleasant. I did get my good Gibson out and played a lot of kids' songs for the kids. I even went through a few pieces of sheet music, becoming more proficient at sight reading. The practice helps. I was glad I had bought several bundles of music pads so I could write some scales for students. That was one thing I had forgotten to buy.
After the kids were put to bed, I played some soft ballads for the adults that we could sing to. We did revert to the standby campfire songs. Amazing how many people know the words to Tom Dooley.
When it was time for everyone to think about bedtime, Kathy told me, "We moved your clothes and things out to the boat. Come on, we'll show you your room. You'll like it, it's right next to the master suite."
I noticed Mercy and Sue had a very smug look on their faces as I left with the boat people. I did take four guitars, all the sheet music, and one of the pianos with me. I hoped the room was large enough for all the toys.
Out on the boat, I marveled at the main deck lounge with the weather helm. The lounge was huge and could easily hold twice the number of people on board milling around and not be crowded. There was a fancy bar along with several small table and chair groupings.
Down one deck, you were immediately in the huge galley and breakfast or family room area. It was expanded into a sort of playroom for the younger set. They didn't show me the aft area of the boat tonight, but did show me the cabins that were forward where the master suite was. I was given a brief look at the huge master suite with a bed that looked to be ten foot across. There was a room near the door that contained a huge hot tub. The tub could also be entered through a small ante room on the other side so the tub could be used without bothering anyone in the master suite.
I was shown where Beth's and Missy's rooms were, and that my cabin was the one next to the ante room for the tub and across the hall or gangway from the ladies. The cabins just down from there were for the younger kids. The middle-aged kids were to the rear of the kitchen area, and then down a deck, in the crew's quarters, was where all the older kids were. The middle of the lower deck was where there was storage, a work room, an exercise room, a large communications room, and two more guest suites in case they picked up more people.
The cabin I had been assigned was considerably larger than I could have guessed. It was about twelve by twelve with a queen-size bed. The head was against one wall with a shelved headboard. There were two small closets on each side of the bed that had small nightstands built into the doors. On the wall opposite the foot of the bed was a flat panel TV with a video player. Beneath that was a stereo system that could play cassettes or CDs. There was a sort of dresser built into the wall, with a large walk-in closet on one side, and the bathroom on the other. The room was large enough to accommodate a nice easy chair, with a lamp on the wall for reading, and I had a large porthole. I opened it up immediately to feel the cool sea air quickly come into the room. The bathroom had a decent sized sink and toilet, and a shower that could hold two people, pretty nice.
The closet had my hanging clothes and with a quick check of the built in drawers, I found my folded clothes and socks. I stripped quickly and put on some lightweight running shorts and a T-shirt. I took my good leg off and put my peg on, thinking I might make a raid on the bar upstairs.
I was about to walk out of the room when there was knock on the door. Mercy was standing at the door, smiling, in a gauzy nightgown that was not really revealing. She asked, "How about coming up to the lounge for a nightcap. We usually go up there or sit in the tub for a little while each evening. Come up with us."
It was going to take some time to get used to the steep stairs going up to the lounge, but then they don't take up a lot of space when they are steep like that.
In the lounge, I found Steve sitting back with a drink, while all the women were lounging in nightwear. Sue's gown was the most provocative as it was near sheer, with enough cleavage showing, that I was afraid I would be tenting my running shorts. Juanita was a close second, and I do have to say, that woman was built nice. Kathy was in a gown similar to Mercy's, but showed more cleavage of her more mature large breasts. Missy and Beth were dressed in similar gowns, with Beth showing more cleavage than even Sue. Another quarter of an inch, and there would be a "Houston, we have nipple."
Mercy made me a tall Beefeaters, and I sat back to enjoy the peacefulness. Steve reached over and pressed a button for the lounge music system, and what do you know, the first CD that Lisa and I had made in Europe started playing. It had my lead-in at the beginning, the music stopping, then we really began. No one knew who was playing what, but the music was good. We chatted, listened, and drank, with Steve saying, "We're going to watch the videos next so we know who's playing. This is very good."
We didn't listen to all of the CD, not even half, as it was time for us to go to bed. We all said goodnight and I slid into bed, tired but excited about the coming trip.
That's all I remember.
Morning was a trip. Mercy, still in her nightie, came in the bedroom. I'm sure it was not by her invitation, but Lizzie and Bonita came with her to wake me up. Bonita saw my leg in the corner, plus the peg, and had a thousand questions. Liz acted the sophisticate, trying to explain to Bonita why I had the legs.
Mercy gave me a wakeup kiss and said, "Come have coffee before you get dressed. Shorts and a T-shirt are fine. Most of us don't wear anything to bed, so I'm surprised you are dressed."
"Didn't want to get caught with my pants down. The kids might have caught me with the covers down."
Mercy grinned, "They're used to most of us being nude. They don't think a thing about it. We're all pretty casual. Even mom and Beth are relaxed now. Especially with Uncle Ben and Daddy gone now, they will be considerably more casual."
I slid my peg on, to the fascination of Bonita and Liz. We went up to the main lounge for coffee, passing through the busy kitchen. The kitchen, or galley, had the older kids making breakfast for the young ones, trying to keep them pacified long enough to sit and eat. The kids wanted to hurry so they could go play with the kids from the house and the big boat next to them. I could see that this could be a daily problem, and difficult to resolve, when three boats are involved.
I had coffee with Steve, Dewey, and Michael, who was up early and out on Steve's boat to visit and go over the itinerary for today. Dewey would finish loading and we would motor out to sea by nine-thirty or ten this morning. Since he was short of crew, J.J., Carl, and Ben, would spend most of their time on his boat to help crew. J.J had his captain's license but Carl and Ben had to wait for the age requirement. Steve assured me all three were good sailors and knew how to handle a boat, and themselves, in heavy seas.
The prevailing winds going up to Anchorage would not be favorable, so the two sailboats would be tacking the whole way unless we could get a big high pressure area in Canada, which was unlikely. So the yacht would follow us, cruising at an idle, as the two sailboats fought their way north. We would not stop for the first night and planned to bivouac together for the second night near one of the lower Alaskan islands, and we would plan from there.
Michael had everyone come to his yacht for breakfast because Dewey's house would be in such an upheaval while getting his boat loaded. Breakfast was a real riot, as it was easier to feed all the younger kids so they could go do something they wanted to do, while the adults ate. Michael's big yacht had a large enough crew that there were plenty of people to help with food preparation and cleanup.
Dewey's boat was loaded by nine, but it took nearly an hour to round up kids and get them separated and into their respective boats. They all had to be promised that they could travel together some days in the near future.
Since Dewey was the senior skipper, he was first out of the lagoon, with Steve second, and Michael's yacht following. You have to go south from Friday Harbor to get to the Strait of Juan de Fuca that leads to the Pacific. As soon as we cleared the islands, there was a nice wind that we were able to pick up, heading west northwest, letting us make the Pacific in about twelve hours.
My first day aboard Steve's big sailboat was spent learning all about the boat. Whoever was not at the helm had me going over every inch of the enormous boat. As we neared the Pacific, we ate a grand supper on the deck under the rear overhang of the main lounge. We had a great baked salmon dish with plenty of vegetables and rice. The one thing we would do was eat well.
After dinner, Mercy and Kathy encouraged me to play the guitar for the kids. While I sang a few songs and taught them the words to a few simple folk songs, I offered to begin teaching the guitar to any who wanted to learn. All wanted to learn including Barb, Kathy's older daughter. Steve had purchased some guitars and I had a spare, so I said, "We'll divide up into six people groups. I can teach six at a time but, you will all have to share for practice. All of you must practice at least an hour a day if you are going to be able to play for yourself."
Sue had set the Roland keyboard up in the upstairs lounge and wanted to hear some various pieces she had marked in the big fake book. I played for about an hour with some of the kids sitting with me. I said I would teach piano too, if some wanted to learn. Several wanted to take me up on the offer. Since they were all eager, I had to promise to begin lessons tomorrow morning.
I was sitting out with Steve at the helm, enjoying a big drink, when Steve asked, "Have you given any thought to possibly leaving the Marshal Service? Before you say no, let me tell you about some of the opportunities you could have with me, or rather S&S."
"You know that we have our own security service and it could use some management, now that it has grown so much. To date, we have no real management, but Hap and Bear lead the men and assign them duties. We need someone to organize the group."
"Even with the economy going into the toilet, the flight school has been doing well and we are constantly short of instructors. You could do that for me, and then of course, the air charter service is going nuts and you could be as valuable as John is. What I'm saying is that I'd love to have you closer to us and working with us. You could live and work in a much more peaceful manner."
I smiled at Steve and said, "Thank you for the offer, Steve. Somehow I think I was meant to be in law enforcement and meant to be a Deputy Marshal. I feel like I'm contributing toward the security of our country and making it a better place to live. I've just been unlucky a few times, and it appears to be very dangerous. You know what it's like, sometimes it just looks dangerous and it really isn't."
Steve was still pushing, "I've talked about you to a friend of mine who is very high ranking in the Sheriff's department. You were the target of some very bad people last year and were shot at several times. He say's he's amazed you, and none of the people with you, were ever shot. But he also says that it is a credit to you and your training that you were not injured."
"That seems like years and years ago, Steve," I said, as I tried to explain. "That was all gangster related, and those that wanted me out of the way are now either dead or in prison. That was a very bad scam against the government. None of their hit men were very good. If it had been someone trained as I have been, I would have started pushing up daisies a long time ago."
"Well, I'm glad you're not pushing up daisies, as you say," Steve smiled. "But wouldn't it be nice to just enjoy everyday without the thought you could be shot at, hurt, or even killed?"
"I just don't approach every day that way, Steve. When I'm called on to do a job, my first goal is to protect my men and to watch my backside. Actually, the goal of the mission is about the last thing I worry about. I always figure that if I keep my men in line, doing what they need to do, we will jointly accomplish the primary mission. So far it's worked."
Steve said, "Damn, you sound just like those DIs we had in NCO school. Protect your men first and all of that. I'm not going to give up, Chuck, I do want you with us more. I wish I could move your house out to our trailer park, as you would be great to have as a neighbor."
"Steve, you are only a few minutes away. It's probably good I'm not your next door neighbor, since I'd probably spend all my time with you and drink too much. If the women I hang with joined me, it might upset the balance of what you have with your women."
"You've seen them, Chuck. When you've been out, Sue and Mercy immediately grab them and take them off to wherever it is they go. You know they are always welcome too. You know you do have some very attractive young ladies that come with you. That Wanda is extremely attractive. I'd like to get her and Kathy and do them together. Both are long and lean, with large, saggy breasts. I'd bet Wanda would be fun in the sack."
I was almost a little embarrassed by Steve's straight talk but offered, "Wanda is a free spirit, and I'm sure she would jump at the chance to enjoy you with any of your women."
Steve laughed, "See, we both have similar tastes in women. Your Brandy is fairly short like Sue, just not as heavy on top. Then you have that cute little pixie, Tiani, I'll bet that little one can get wild. The others I really haven't talked to too much, but unless I miss my guess, Sue and Mercy would have a ball playing with those three."
"You're right on target, Steve. Judy, Frieda, and Nancy all prefer girls, but have been receptive toward me, especially since they want babies."
Steve asked, "Which ones want to get pregnant first?"
"I think Nancy is pregnant. She's the dark taller one, and Frieda also may be. Frieda is the tallest, largest breasted of the girls. She also claims to be the most radical lesbian of the bunch."
"Strange, isn't it?" Steve said. "Sue was that way before we met, but was attracted to me for some strange reason. I think Mercy must have had a strong leaning toward women, as she and Sue were in bed so fast, my head is still spinning. Juanita was a happy convert to the two, and Kathy had some experience playing with another lady, but wasn't into it as much as Sue and Mercy. Now all four play with each other daily, either as a pair, a trio, and often, all four. They capture an outside lady like Sheila or Chanda and have them absolutely crazed in no time. I think it was Sue and Mercy who convinced Sheila to bring her sister into her marriage with Dewey. They are a happy group now, and Dewey really enjoys the kids."
"I'm surprised at how open Sheila and Sheena are. They have surprised me, and Dewey doesn't seem to mind."
"Why would he mind sharing with a friend? His ladies love him dearly and would never leave him, the same as my ladies would never leave me. I should tell you, that each of them may visit you individually, and if you're really lucky, they may visit you collectively to see if you can keep up. I hope I can watch that one of these days, as I know they think a lot of you. Mercy is crazy about you, and Kathy is nuts about any man who is like we are. She says we're dangerous. She likes us that way, even though she says we scare her because we are dangerous. Sue is the adventurous one. If she thinks that for a moment you are half bashful, she'll be all over you. And of course, there is Juanita. She is special and if she comes to you, be prepared for a gentle treat. Um, so you're not embarrassed, Beth and Missy also like to have some loving. I know they're older, but both do enjoy being made love to in a slow and gentle manner. They are both very cuddly."
Steve was watching my reddening face, "Don't be embarrassed, we are a very open group and enjoy relaxing together. My ladies are not bashful and will tease you to distraction, but let them, they will make it up to you later."
"Ah, one thing you might want to approach Kathy about is Barb. She's still jailbait at seventeen, but has hormones like her mom. She's tried to get in bed with me several times, but I've been able to get out of it so far. Kathy told me to go ahead and do her, but I don't think I should. You make that decision. You won't be first, as she's been with Dennis several times before, and I think she's probably done a few of the other young guys out at the park. Kathy put her on the pill so she wouldn't turn up pregnant and she's been pretty adamant about her protecting herself. When it comes to Barb, you be the judge. She may be too much to resist."
Sue had come out to sit with us and sat next to me in the chilly breeze out on deck, "You be careful with Barb. She may be the next wedding at the park the way she latches onto a guy. I think she wants to get married and raise babies like her mom."
"I think I'll steer clear of the young lady. She's a looker, the same as her mom, but I don't need any complications in my life. I left eight ladies I have feelings for. If you throw in Bobbie's sister, that would be nine, so I don't need any more women."
Sue asked, "Are you putting Tina in that group?"
"I am."
"Wow," she exclaimed, "I would never have thought Tina would be a part of a group that included a man."
"She is women oriented, but she has been very loving and insistent on being loved by me. I don't know what that's about, but I do enjoy being with her."
Steve said, "Lisa sure has the hots for you. Since she's moved in with you, are you two an item?"
"I don't know what my relationship is with any of the women I live with. Lisa and I click, though. We have been extremely close, but at the same time, she is very close with the Fab five, the women that include Brandy and Tiani. Tina's right there, too. Then, of course, there is Wanda."
"Wanda is a very loving person who has come out of her shell. She is having a great time finding her new boundaries. She really enjoys John Truant, but they don't seem to want a continuous relationship. They enjoy a few nights together, then enjoy being apart. Strange, but Wanda is a warm person and enjoys the girls in the house the same as the rest of us."
Sue said, "Well, everyone in your group seems to be happy, so you must be doing something right. You'll enjoy being with us. We all enjoy having a great time."
Juanita came out to the helm, wearing a heavy coat, and said, "It's my watch. Did you set the autopilot for the turn north? We should be almost to that point. When we get there, I'll make sure the other boats know where we are."
Steve said, "Come inside and let's warm up before bed." Steve asked me to help him make a bunch of rum and Diet Cokes for his ladies, and a couple of whiskey sours for Beth and Missy. We carried all the drinks downstairs and headed toward the end of the gangway where the master cabin is. He pushed in the door and walked into the hot tub room. There were all the women, Sue, Mercy, Kathy, Beth, Missy, and Barb. We handed out the drinks, including one to Barb that Steve had made, so I assumed it was light.
Missy said, "Come on, you guys, let's get with the program and get in with us."
I went into the bedroom, and because of my leg, I had to sit to remove my clothes. Steve took his clothes off fast and preceded me into the room. When I came hopping in, the girls all laughed as my wanger was flopping all around. Missy and Mercy moved apart and Mercy said, "Sit here a few minutes."
I had to tell everyone, "I can only stay in a short while since a hot tub can play havoc with the callus on my stump."
Sitting between Missy and Mercy was an experience. I was watching as Kathy and Sue were groping Steve under the water. While we chatted, first Mercy's hand took hold of me and Missy's soon joined her. There's no way to stay soft when that happens, so I just lay back and enjoyed. After a few minutes, Mercy whispered in my ear, "I'm going to get up so you can move between Kathy and me. Sue's going to push Steve to move between Beth and her."
Sue and Mercy partially stood and I slid next to Kathy as Steve moved between Sue and Beth. Kathy surprised me by laying a very sexy kiss on me and, as she handled me beneath the water, said, "Oh, you feel almost as big as Charlie, but longer." She leaned forward to talk to Mercy, "This is going to be fun, Mercy. You and I will put him to bed."
Mercy winked at Kathy while my face was getting redder by the second. I was lying back, enjoying the bubbles and being touched as well, when Barb did the unexpected. She just sat up and sat right on Steve, obviously finding the appropriate connection and sinking down fairly easily in the water. She was obviously well lubricated. Kathy whispered to me, "Isn't that hot. I should tell her to get off, but that's what she wants to do. She's really been after Steve and now she has him. I should be jealous, but I'm not. That is just so hot."
As Barb obviously began coming while Sue was kissing Steve and fingering Barb, I heard Sue say, "You should let Steve be for right now and join me later to help me put him to bed."
Barb had a big grin on her face as she slid from Steve, then turned and kissed him to thank him for giving in to her.
I told the two girls I was sitting next to that I needed to get out of the tub. They let go of me and I did begin wilting quickly so I could stand without waving at everyone. I said, "Thanks for the hot tub tonight. It's very relaxing, and Barb, that was an entertaining demonstration."
Barb turned crimson, but smiled as she hugged Steve's arm.
I sat on the edge of the tub and swiveled around to get out. Mercy jumped out and began toweling me off as I sat there. Kathy got out as well and started toweling Mercy. Soon, it was my turn to use a towel on Mercy and Kathy, as well. This drying off stuff is fun.
I hopped out to the bedroom, picked up my clothes and my leg and hopped out the door to my cabin that was only a couple of feet down the gangway. As soon as I entered and headed to the bathroom, the two girls were right behind me. I said, "I'm going to brush my teeth and get in bed in just a minute."
When I came into my cabin area, the lights were extremely low but I could see the two ladies, face to face, kissing softly. When they felt me, they separated and pushed the covers down to indicate that I should get between them.
Oh nice. Both women were moms and had larger, soft, mushy breasts that begged to be sucked and caressed. They both held me down and alternately kissed me. Soon, it was Kathy that sat on my hips, rubbed her moisture on me, then rose up to take me into her. Her exclamations were enough to let me know she was enjoying our connection. Kathy was saying, "Oh, Mercy, this is so good. He stretching me so nice, Mercy, you will really enjoy this."
Kathy's large saggy breasts were in my face so Mercy cupped one and offered me the swollen nipple to suck. I sucked one then the other, feeling Kathy squeeze me harder each time I sucked. Our coupling was becoming frantic as Kathy was going faster and faster. Just as she collapsed on me, jet after jet squirted from me deep into her. Kathy said, "Oh, so nice. You filled me so nice."
Kathy was hugging me, lying on top of me, when Mercy pushed her from me and said, "Come on, Kathy, I want him. Help me get him up."
Mercy sucked me deep into her mouth, followed by pulling her mouth off with a pop and exclaiming, "He tastes as good as Steve does." Instead of going back to me, Mercy pushed her face into Kathy's soaked middle, making Kathy come and come as she licked up our combined juices.
Just watching the two had me hard as a rock. When Mercy raised her dripping face and looked at me, she noticed I was hard again and thought she could just drop down on me, but with a groan, she got stuck about halfway down. After several up and downs, Mercy was firmly planted on me. She kissed me continuously and rolled me over to get me on top to move on her.
"Oh, Chuck, you feel good, Steve is long and you're fat like Charlie. His Shawna is going to love this thing. You taste so good, Hanna is going to be sucking you all the time."
All this wild talk and two new women had me on the edge. Mercy said to me, "Shoot me full, shoot it way up into me. Oh how I want you to just shoot it way up high inside me. I can feel you just on the edge."
We orgasmed together, with me filling her while holding her close, our lips locked together. As we fell together, Kathy pushed me off and dove for Mercy's center, causing Mercy to come over and over again.
Soon we were lying back, with a lady on each side of me. Both were gently kissing my neck and both were holding me in their hands. Kathy said, "Welcome to the "Mercy Mercy," and to the Sharp household. I hope you like to satisfy women, because there are seven of us, eight if you count my daughter Barb, to take care of. We're all older, except Barb, but we are a hot bunch. Let's get some sleep as I'm up next in about a half hour at midnight, then it's Mercy's watch at two then Sue's at four and Steve's at six."
It didn't take us but seconds to fall asleep.
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