The Party Girls (End)

The door opened and two young women stood in wide-eyed shock.

“Shiiiiit, girl! You don’t waste a second!” Tiffany squealed.

“I know! I was too excited! Richard, these are the girls I told—” Aria started to say as his cock rubbed saliva all over her face. She was doing fine ignoring it until she finally opened her mouth wide enough for him to sink it back in. The glah-glah-glah resumed.

“Damn, Richard! Let the girl finish a sentence!” Lucia chided.

“I said come in.” He tossed the visor away, sick of anything to do with it.

They looked at each other uncertainly in the hallway. They whispered back and forth as a maid stopped behind them and gawked at the scene. The girls seemed to come to an agreement and entered, closing the door on the maid, who decided to deliver the fresh sheets at another time.

Tiffany tongued her cheek and sauntered toward the couple. “So... Richard, how are you liking Aria’s new tricks?”

“You ladies trained her pretty well,” he growled, pushing Aria’s head until she gagged again, imagining exactly how they taught her those deepthroat techniques. “Do you think she has any more to learn?”

Tiffany’s playful smile broadened. “I bet Lucia and I have a few more we can teach her.”

The brunette nodded, drooling as she watched Aria struggle to breathe. “Fuck yes we can.”

He looked back and forth at the women, conflating his unresolved fantasies of his past with the implanted jealous fears of the present. In his festering mind he could only clearly think two things:

First, these were the slutty bikini bitches that had been showing Aria how to deepthroat somebody today.

And second, because of the psychological priming from the subliminal footage and the physical priming from Aria on his dick, when he looked at them, he kept seeing the pair of sisters he’d had wild, filthy fantasies about for so long.

Maybe inspecting his own subliminal footage was a bad idea. His weakened, overburdened brain condensed the confusion down to something simpler. Sue and Cindy were on the cruise, and had become slutty party girls.

As soon as Tiffany stepped close enough, Richard swept her blond hair aside and pulled her by the back of the neck, closing his mouth over hers with a powerful, probing kiss. He was kissing Sue again, the sassy woman that he had loved a lifetime ago. He couldn’t remember why they broke up, probably something to do with acting like a slut at college parties.

When he released her, Tiffany was dizzy. “Jesus, Richard. I’m happy to meet you too!” she laughed, barely aware that she was being pushed to her knees next to a gagging Aria.

He held out his hand toward Lucia’s neck. Her lip quivered as she drew to him as if by jedi ****. He stared at her sternly as he laced his fingers through her hair, seeing the little sister he’d always had a secret crush for. She was too sweet, too innocent for her sister to be exposing her to that late-night party life.

“Cindy... finally.”

“Uh, it’s Luci—“ He smashed her face into his, kissing her feverishly. She moaned at the passionate **** to her lips. He was in her mouth, everywhere, stealing breath from her lungs.

Blowjobs and casual sex were normal for Lucia, but this kind of passion was overwhelming for her. When he broke the kiss, she stood silent for another couple seconds, eyes closed and lips pursed. Her eyes fluttered and she realized belatedly that the kiss had ended.

Aria sputtered off of his cock and gasped hoarsely. “WOW! Did you see how long I held that?”

“That was incredible...” Lucia mumbled dreamily, gently touching two fingers to her lips.

“I know, right?” Aria beamed, then coughed repeatedly.

“Kneel here, Cindy,” Richard said firmly, pointing to the other side of Aria.

And just like that, the kissing spell was broken. She blinked. “Whatever you say, Dick,” she sneered. Then she noticed she was the one person out of position and quickly did as she was told.

Under Richard’s guidance, the gorgeous sisters and his wife took turns sucking him off. He would sometimes pick two of them and push them together to watch them kiss, then he’d slip his cock between their joined lips and let the third woman wait for her turn. Eventually he stopped directing them and all three of them had no trouble finding some part of his cock or scrotum to nibble, lick, jerk or suck.

His orgasm swelled in him like a tidal surge, cresting and splashing all over the three eager faces in an epic, cathartic release.

All of his initial anger was fading. They were all together now. These were all his women. And they busily demonstrated how much they loved him as they licked each other clean and swallowed every drop while chattering about who gets to fuck in him next.

He was almost ready to forgive his slutty, cheating wife for all the sins he’d seen in the videos.

He was almost ready to forgive the party girl sisters for their incorrigible ways. They would behave now that he was around.

Almost.

“Line up and bend over.” He pointed to the bed.

They stood up and giggled, Aria a little more nervously than the others since she and Richard hadn’t come to an understanding about any of this beforehand. But she had been so horny since all the sex talk with the girls, and was only getting more turned on by the second. Besides, everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Instead of immediately giving them the fucking they expected, Richard first went up and down the line, spanking each of their bikini clad asses red for what they had done. They all yelped, squealed and laughed, and got very, very wet.

For the rest of the cruise he would have to repeat this punishment, especially for the sisters, because they truly were incorrigibly slutty despite his supervision, and Cindy in particular since she insisted on referring to him as Dick.

He hated that name.

The End