You and Sally want to take a real close look?

Billy smiled at Sally. "I'm good with whatever wonderful filth comes out of your mouth when you're dancing on my pole," he said. "Might have to pass on returning the dirty talk if I don't feel eloquent in the moment. Jim, anything else?"

"Guess I should ask now," Jim said. "You think your back door might be open for me today?"

Billy gave a slow smile, looked down at Jim's erection and back up to his face, then raised an eyebrow. "You and Sally want to take a real close look?"

The long-haired rock star knelt up on the couch and bent forward. Unlike his abdomen, his nicely shaped buttocks hadn't yet become a canvas for tattoo art. The thick root of his cock was prominent, with a seam of skin running down the middle. His balls, heavier than Hank's, still rode high after his quick recovery. Jim and Sally stepped up and leaned close, feeling warmth radiating from his bare skin. The most prominent odor was the sweet, slightly grassy scent of his sweat after the erotic workout with Veevee and Hank.

"You do have some nice buns, Billy," Jim said.

"Why, thank you, Jim, I hear that a lot," Billy said. "A hundred percent, from everyone who's been up my can."

Sally sighed. She leaned forward and stroked Billy's buttocks, then parted them. Billy had as little hair in back as he did in the front. She reached out a hand and Veevee offered her a moist wipe.

"That feels good, Sally," Billy said. "How's it look?"

"Beautiful," Sally said. "Almost a perfect star with a little seam on one side. Kissable, actually. May I?"

"Please, ma'am," Billy said.

"Thank you, Billy," Sally said. She leaned forward and kissed Billy Royce square on the asshole.

"Oh, I do like that, and that's a fact," Billy said. "Wrote a song about it once."

"Kissing the Moon!" Sandy burst out.

"Why, that is the one, Sandy," Billy said. "Down in the dark where the sun don't shine..." he sang a little snatch. "Yeah, Sally, you have a wicked tongue, ma'am."

"But I thought..." Sandy said.

"Yeah," Billy said. "That's about me doing it for my first girlfriend. She loooved it. Now, she was a hot box of fuck. But she stole my best guitarist and they quit the road. Knee deep in little boys and girls now." He sighed. "Oh, yeah, Sally."

Sandy laughed. "...that's where I kiss this love of mine," she finished the line Billy started. "Wait till I tell Lil, she'll flip."

"She like that kinda thing?" Billy asked Sandy.

"I don't really know what she likes, other than boyfriends who don't treat her well," Sandy said. "And you. She's always first to get your new songs."

"I love my fans," Billy said. He chuckled. "And their moms and dads."

Hank and Veevee joined in Billy's laughter.

"So Billy," Jim said. "Who's been up your can?"

"Well, the last one was my road manager," Billy said. "Kinda a going away party for him. He actually wanted me to go up his chute, but well, the spirit, it was willing but the flesh was weak, as they say. Or maybe too strong. Usually being a tightass is good for a road manager, but hell, I was too big. So we flipped it round. Worked out good."

Jim touched his wife's cheek. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked.

"Oh, be my guest," Billy said.

Sally shifted over and gave Jim a kiss, sharing Billy's faint funky bitterness. Jim dipped his head.

"Oh yeah, Jim, right in there with the tongue," Billy said. "Squeeze my buns, yeah. Dig your fingers in. Yeah, that's the idea," he said. "Sally, stand on the couch, get in front of me."

"Oh, this is magic," Veevee murmured to Hank.

"How did you pick him up?" Hank asked. "You're magic."

Veevee tucked her nose behind Hank's ear and laughed. She hugged her husband from the side as they watched Billy's latest connections. "You know, Billy actually has better buns than Sally," she said.

Hank chuckled. "Gonna be a sight, Jim nailing his first rock star," he said. "Now, you, my little starfucker, you're about a dozen ahead of him."

"I thought I was retired," Veevee said. "Guess I'm not." She hugged Hank close.

Jim Walker kneaded Billy Royce's buttocks and licked his ass, to Billy's vocal pleasure, expressed in sighs and "hnn-hnn!"s. At the same time, Billy dug his strong fingers into Sally Walker's buttocks and licked her ass as she stood in front of him, bracing against the wall of the cruise ship cabin. Billy's long dark hair shifted as he licked, nodding his head faintly with the movement of his tongue.

"Oh, Billy," Sally said. "You lovely ass-licking motherfucking son of a bitch. Yes with your thumbs on my cunt. Fucker! You're soooo goood!"

Billy tilted his head. "I own I'm a motherfucker," he said. "Fucked a lot of mothers. Not my mother, I'd allow. But with you and Veevee, just today I'll be a motherfucker twice over." Billy looked back over his shoulder, to where Jim was kissing his butthole and kneading his buns. "Hey Jim, wanna work your thumbs under my balls?" Billy lowered his head and sighed, feeling Jim's thumbs pressing into his cock root. "Yeah, Jim, like that. Harder." Billy's cock root pulsed under Jim's thumbs. "Fuck yeah, that's the way." Billy raised his head and chuckled. "Yeahhh. So you liking your nasty ass licked, Sally?" He parted Sally's buttocks again and put his tongue back to work.

"Ooooh, yesss," Sally said. "A fucking rockstar has his tongue on my ass. So fucking good, ooh! Work his cock, Jim, get it hard! I want it. I want you to put your huge fucking cock in me and fuck this mother. I want Jim to put his cock all the way up that pretty rockstar asshole of yours and nail you into me."

"Mm-mmm, mm-mmm," Billy hummed.

"Oh YES put that tongue INSIDE me Billy!" Sally said. "Butthole tongue fucker, goddamn motherfucking YES!" Sally's hips and shoulders started to quake. She darted a hand down to diddle her clit. "Your TONGUE up my BUTT, YES!" Sally's words turned to moans as she fell into the climax that Billy Royce had worked her up to. Her hips bucked, straining back at Billy's tongue, and her cheeks and shoulders flushed pink under her light tan. Sally's forehead pressed into the cabin wall, and her free hand strained to hold herself steady.

Hank, Veevee, and Sandy held their breaths. Applause didn't seem in order.

Sally's breath steadied. Billy laid a kiss on each of her butt cheeks. "You're a hot mother, Sally," he said.

Jim raised his head. "Billy, Sal?" he asked. "Shall we take this to the bed?"

"Do let's," Billy said. "Ma'am."

"Fuck. Yes," Sally said.