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Author's Note:

All,

A couple of award nominations sites are up and I urge everyone to go
nominate the stories and authors they like. If that happens to include
me, I would be thrilled.

My links, if you need them, are:

The Lady in Blue: http://storiesonline.net/story/46048
Finding Elvis: http://storiesonline.net/story/47292
Playing Doctor: http://storiesonline.net/story/48677

With any luck, The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea will be done before the
end of the year. And perhaps more stories.

The 2006 Golden Clitorides are open for nominations until January 17,
2007.

http://www.asstr.org/~Clitorides/nominations2006.html

or email nominations to: golden.clits@gmail.com

Check the eligibility rules and make sure your favorites are elegible.

Nominate everyone you like for whatever categories you think they fit
in and let the voters sort them out.

And, the nominating site for the Silver Clitorides is back up and
accepting nominations until October 7, 2006. I, of course, urge those
that like my work to nominate Playing Doctor and will shamelessly use
it as an example. Please go to the following site to nominate any story
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with a subject of: Silver Clitorides Awards Nomination for July, August
or September 2006.

Please include the following information for your vote:

Wine Maker
Playing Doctor
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July, 2006

Thanks all,

Wine

Hawk and Gretchen are finally going to take the cruise they've been
waiting almost a year to take. Join them as they rejoin Ted and Lisa,
as well as make new friends to form a spider's web of passionate heat.
And, of course, Death wants to join the party.

This has a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than
just a wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
on Literotica and on the last chapter on Storiesonline.

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http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=560253&page=submissions


The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Eight: Wakeup Call

Sandy

We took Gretchen back to her suite in a wheelchair and I tagged along
to give her a more thorough examination of my own. We girls stripped
her down in her bedroom. Given the already visible signs of bruising,
it was obvious that Gretchen would be a sight in a few days.
Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be her usual beautiful one.

I sighed and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Gretchen, but there's going to
be some bruising. You must have bounced all over the side of the ship
because you have bruises everywhere. They aren't huge, but some of them
look pretty deep. I hope black and blue are your colors. If not,
there'll always be green and purple," I smirked.

Gretchen smiled weakly. "You have a terrible bedside manner, Sandy.
Hearing about my bruises makes me feel so much better." Amazingly, she
managed to sound tired and sarcastic at the same time. "I'm going to
look like hell, and that ruins more than half of my clothing plans."

"Maybe," Jo said uncertainly. "We might be able to conceal some of it
with makeup."

"There'll be time tomorrow to see about that," I said standing up. "We
need to get you into a gown and then get you medicated. Sleep is the
best thing for you right now."

Gretchen shook her head mulishly. "I'm not going to sleep until Hawk's
back."

I considered pushing the issue but decided deception and misdirection
would work better. "That's understandable, but there's no reason to be
in all that pain, is there? At least take the pain medication."

At her nod, I opened the pill bottle and sent Trish off for a glass of
water. When it arrived, Gretchen took the pills without complaint, and
we got her into bed.

Trish sat on the floor with me while Jo took the chair. We talked in
low tones about the events of the evening. It took a bit more than half
an hour before I saw Gretchen's eyelids start to droop. I suppressed my
smile and kept up the low conversation with the others while she slid
slowly into the arms of Morpheus.

When she was asleep, we went into the living room. I closed the door
quietly behind me. "That worked out well," I said smugly.

"Did you slip that poor woman a Mickey?" Jo asked with an evil twinkle
in her eyes. "She's going to be vexed with you."

I shook my head. "Nope. I just talked to the ship's doc and made sure
that the pain medication also had something in it to make her drowsy.
In the state she was in, she needed the sleep."

"Tricksey little Hobbit!" Lisa said, standing up with a soft clapping
of her hands. "Remind me to watch you more closely. I need a drink,"
she declared. "Name your poison! Drinks are on the house."

"I'll just take a coke, if you don't mind," I said. "I'll be keeping an
eye on Gretchen tonight and I don't want to muddle my thinking."

"Make mine a scotch on the rocks," Jo said.

"I really haven't tried anything like this before," Trish admitted. "I
only turned twenty-one a couple of months ago. What should I try?"

Lisa considered that. "I think something fruity." She marched off to
the bar and started mixing drinks. "If you're going to keep an eye on
Gretchen, you can take the bedroom nearest the master."

I nodded. "For tonight, I think that's best. When the boys wander back
in, I'll tell Keven we're having a sleepover. With all that's happened,
I think circling the wagons might be a good idea. There's safety in
numbers."

Jo looked around the sumptuous living room and the moonlit deck. "I
don't suppose there's room for Earl and me?"

Lisa brought us our drinks and Trish sipped on hers. "Ooooo. I like
this," Trish said. "It tastes just like a fruit smoothie. Jo, I don't
need a whole room to myself. I'll sleep on the couch and you and Earl
can have the room right over there." Trish pointed to her room.

Jo smiled her gratitude. "Thank you." I smiled to myself.  I'd always
liked people who knew how to simply say 'thank you' without going
through the whole 'are you sure?' routine.

Trish took a deep drink that told me she was in for a lesson tonight
about alcohol. I made note to keep an eye on her. I caught Lisa's eye,
held up three fingers and pointed at Trish. Lisa nodded her
understanding. There would be a three-drink limit for the buxom young
woman.

We sipped our drinks and watched Trish get tipsy with amusement. She
was a cheerful drunk, I decided. Not that she was really that drunk.
Lisa searched around and found some extra pillows and a blanket for
Trish, then put them on the couch.

The boys came in while Trish was off undressing for bed and brushing
her teeth. Well, the boys and Hawk. I knew the news wasn't good from
the looks on their faces. I knew it really wasn't good when Hawk headed
for the bar.

"Where do you think you're going," I asked as I cut her off.

"This has been the day from hell," Hawk complained. "I need something.
Just a small one."

"I'm betting that Gretchen would pitch three kinds of fit if she saw
you try," I said while crossing my arms.

"Well, she's not here right now," Hawk said, trying unsuccessfully to
slip past me. "Someone tried to kill my wife, someone probably did kill
that putz Skip, and my back is killing me. Cut me some slack."

"You want some slack, I'll give you some slack," I agreed. "No hard
liquor, but you can have a glass of wine or a beer."

"I can?" Hawk blinked at me.

"Yes," I said with a grin. "While you shouldn't drink at all, a glass
of wine or a beer this one time won't harm the twins. So, if you like,
I'll get one and you can tell Gretchen about it tomorrow."

She scowled at me. "That's playing dirty." With a sigh, she lowered
herself into a chair. "I'll just have something non-alcoholic. Surprise
me."

I dug into the bar and found some cold diet drinks. While I was there I
filled drink orders from the boys, and we listened to Ted as he filled
us in on the details. Trish came out and lay down on the couch in a
charming, if clingy, flannel nightshirt. That made her the center of
attention, much to her embarrassment.

Lisa updated everyone on the sleeping plans. Earl and Keven went to get
some clothes and bathroom gear. They got back just as I finished
showering.

I pulled Keven into my arms and kissed him. "Go take a shower and I'll
put this stuff away. Then we need to get some sleep because I'm going
to be getting up every few hours to go check on Gretchen."

He nodded and in twenty minutes I had the alarm set to give me a couple
of hours of sleep and we drifted off to dreamland.

-----

I shut off the alarm before it woke up Keven and reset it to go off in
another two hours before padding into the living room. Trish had kicked
off the blanket and was shivering a little, so I pulled the blanket
back over her with a smile. She looked deceivingly innocent laying
there. Of all people, I knew firsthand that she had a bit of a wild
child inside her that was dying to get out.

In the master bedroom Gretchen and Hawk were curled together, fast
asleep. I stood beside their bed and Gretchen seemed to be sleeping
normally, so I tip-toed back out and closed the door softly.

Trish was sitting up on the couch blinking at me sleepily. "Is she
okay?"

I nodded my head. "She's looking fine. Go back to sleep."

Her face twisted into a troubled expression. "I'm having the same dream
over and over. I'm trying to hold onto Gretchen and she keeps falling
into the ocean no matter what I do. I hate bad dreams."

I sat down beside her and took her into my arms. "It's only natural
with the shock you've had. Try to remember that you held on and you
helped save her. That might help with the dreams."

She looked deeply into my eyes. "I don't want to sleep alone. Can I
sleep with you?"

The bed was big enough for three. "Of course you can. Come on."

Trish grabbed her pillow and we left the blanket on the couch. Keven
was still sound asleep and I prodded him until he moved over without
waking up. I was going to slide in and let Trish have the outside but
she shook her head. "You have to keep getting up. I'll sleep in the
middle." She blushed. "I'll keep my hands to myself."

I laughed softly. "You might, but there's no telling where Keven's
might end up. But if you want to take your chances, be my guest."

When she was laying beside Keven, I slid in behind her and draped my
arm across her midsection. "Good night."

"Good night," she murmured back, already drifting off.

-----

I woke up when someone shook my shoulder gently. Peering over the bed
in the dim light, I saw Keven grinning at me.

"I see we have a guest," he whispered.

"She was having nightmares," I said. "I told her it was okay."

Keven shook his head. "I can guess what kind of nightmares she might be
having." He shook his head again and then smiled. "Sleeping right next
to me might have led her to a different kind of dream, though," he said
roguishly. "I might have had my hands all over her when I woke up."

I laughed softly. "She said she'd take her chances, and I doubt she'd
find your hands anything but a heaven-sent dream. In fact, they might
even help chase those bad dreams away."

"Want to help me?" he asked seductively. "We could pick back up where
we left off yesterday."

That woke me up. The thought started spreading heat into my belly. I
looked at her measuringly and nodded after giving it some thought. "If
she says stop, though, we stop."

"Of course," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and gently
rolling her onto her back. "Help me."

I took her breast in my hand and began gently rubbing it through the
flannel. Her nipple was extremely responsive and hardened right up. A
glance told me she was still asleep.

Keven slowly unbuttoned her nightshirt and exposed her magnificent
breasts to me. Oh yeah, her nipples were like pencil erasers. A smile
was tugging at her lips and her breathing was getting a little faster.

The memory of sucking on them yesterday made me wet. It had been a long
time since I'd had sex with a woman. It hadn't happened since medical
school. I'd had a torrid affair with one of the other students. It had
been a real eye-opener.

With a saucy grin for my fiancé, I leaned forward and sucked her
nipple between my lips. The taste of her skin was clean, fresh, and
exciting. Using my teeth, I gently nipped her and began using my tongue
to arouse her further.

Keven's eyes were locked with mine as he lowered his mouth to her other
breast. How well I knew the magic he could do with that nasty mouth of
his. Together, we suckled on our new friend.

Trish's head began moving from side-to-side, and she moaned softly. Her
eyes were moving rapidly under her eyelids and I could only imagine the
turn her dreams must have just taken. Then her eyes opened and she
blinked at me in confusion.

"Good morning," I whispered huskily. "Keven and I want to pick up
where we left off in the living room. Do you want us to stop?"

Trish smiled shyly and shook her head. "Oh, no, don't stop."

I ran my fingers down her belly, raising goosebumps in my wake. Her
soft curls wrapped around my fingers, alerting me to the fact that our
little morsel hadn't worn any panties to bed. That shot a bolt of lust
through me. Had she known what would happen? Had she hoped we would
have sex? I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her sex.

Trish arched her back and groaned. She opened her legs, giving me all
the access I could want. In the dim light, her skin was almost golden
with a light sheen of perspiration. Between my fingers, her labia
parted and I could feel her hot arousal. The girl was smoldering.

Keven mirrored my kisses as we began to travel down her body, our
kisses moving in tandem across her rippling stomach. Taking one leg
each, we opened the present we were about to give ourselves and began
raining kisses and little love bites along her inner thighs.

The scent of her sex was almost as arousing to me as seeing Keven's
face beside mine as we reached the center of her together. Her slit was
parted and damp. The hard nub of her clitoris proudly stood out from
her flesh, beckoning us to partake of her nectar.

With an unexpected eagerness, I ran my tongue along her length and
circled her hardness, watching as Keven sucked one of her labia into
his mouth to gently massage it.

Our attentions had an immediate reaction from her as she arched her
back again and moaned loudly. Her hands crept down and found our heads,
entangling in our hair and needlessly holding us to our task.

The taste of her flooded my senses, sweet and slightly metallic. I gave
reign to my lust and sucked her clit into my mouth, using the tip of my
tongue to ravish her. Keven's face brushed mine as he dug his tongue as
deeply inside her as he could wedge it. His jaw worked as he brushed
her insides all around as I moved up to give him room.

"Unnngggggg," she groaned, thrashing about even more violently.
"Yes..."

I looked up and saw her watching us eat her. Her eyes were alive with
her own need. I let my lips go wild on her nub and was rewarded with
both her hands moving to grip my head.

"Dear," I murmured, "I think Trish might like another go at that
wonderful cock of yours."

With a grin Keven abandoned his labors and crawled up the bed to kneel
beside her head. She stroked him gently and then took the first few
inches of his cock into her mouth with a sigh. He threw his head back,
his hands pushing himself into her hot, sucking mouth another inch.

Trish settled into a rhythmic bobbing of her head to fuck Keven with
her mouth. The sight of her cheeks bulging with each downstroke excited
me, and I settled more deeply between her legs.

I used my tongue to retrace the route Keven had been going, and Trish's
juices covered my face as I pushed myself as deeply inside her as I
could reach. I was rewarded by a delicious tremor throughout her body
and her thighs closing on my head. Her hand dragged me back up to her
clit and I began sucking her in earnest. I wanted her to come and come
hard.

As her body started to buck underneath me, I slid a finger inside her.
It was like pushing my finger into a hot, velvet-covered vice. I smiled
into her bush when I felt the partial obstruction of her hymen. She
hadn't been kidding when she said she'd never went all the way with a
man. Part of me lusted at the thought of Keven working his way into
this woman. Only when she was ready for that, of course.

Then, with a cry of pleasure, she let Keven's cock slide free with a
wet "pop" and both her hands grabbed my hair. She rode my mouth as I
sucked the nectar from her sex.

"Oh... Oh... Ohhhhhhh... Arrrggghhhhh!" she cried as I felt her
internal muscles grab my finger and try to pull it inside her. The
pulsing of her pussy around me told the tale I already knew. She was
coming like a dragon. I dipped my head and caught the flood of her
juices as my mouth replaced my finger, sucking hard on her opening. I
created a vacuum and my mouth was flooded with the taste of her. She
arched wildly at the new sensation and ground my face deeply into her
sex. Then she collapsed into a heap of sensitive nerves and pushed me
away from her.

I grinned at Keven and he grinned back.

"You're drenched," he said. Then he pulled me up to him and began
licking her juices off my face. The wet rasp of his tongue cleaned me
even as he kissed me. His kisses drove me mad with love for him. My
man. My lover.

At last, he pulled back enough for me to see his entire face. That
devilish grin tortured me. "I want to make love to you."

My heart skipped a beat. It always amazed me how just the sound of his
voice could make me whole. I almost pulled him onto me right then, but
the soft rustle of Trish moving against the sheets stopped me. I looked
at her, lying there all drenched in sweet sweat, her legs splayed for
the entire world to see. Her eyes watched us with a deep and abiding
lust. She wanted more. Maybe she was ready after all.

"Maybe you should see to our guest first," I said huskily. His eyes lit
up and he looked at her, his cock throbbing against my belly. "Are you
ready for that, Trish? Do you want to feel his hard, thick cock slide
inside you?"

Her expression was a mixture of lust and a bit of trepidation. I
watched her wrestle with the thought and then sigh. "I want to, but
Gretchen told me I had to use a condom and I don't have one." The
regret in her voice was palpable.

"Then it must be your lucky day," Keven drawled. "It just so happens
that I picked up a box of condoms while I was out. They're in the
nightstand. Say the word and I'll get them."

"Yes..." she said, her lust again taking control of her body.

"No," Keven said as he climbed off the bed and walked to the
nightstand. "Tell me what you want."

I curled up beside Trish and watched him take out one of the condoms
and tear the wrapper with his teeth. I felt myself throbbing inside as
he slowly unrolled it down his already wet cock.

"Fuck me," Trish whispered. "Take that big cock and make me a woman." I
could feel the tension in her leg and her voice trembled.

"I'll talk you through it," I whispered into her ear. "There's nothing
to be afraid of. Keven is a gentle lover. A great lover. I know what to
expect and you won't be going through this alone. Okay?"

She nodded her head jerkily, but kept her eyes glued to Keven's bobbing
cock as he knelt between her legs. "Will it hurt?" Her voice sounded so
vulnerable that I almost told Keven to wait, but the look of longing on
her face held me. Right now, Trish wanted it, and I was here to help
her.

"It will hurt a little at first, and you'll feel stretched, but that
will fade quickly. Then you'll feel the most wondrous sensations you've
ever felt. I'd describe it, but words wouldn't do justice to that
moment. Trust me, he'll do exactly what I tell him to do, and he'll
stop whenever you say." I turned my gaze to my lover. "I want you to do
what I tell you."

Keven nodded and waited more patiently that I might have in his place.
His latex-sheathed cock hung down, pointed at Trish's center.

"Run yourself along her length," I said, "but don't go inside her.
She's a virgin in every sense of the word and you have to go slowly."

His eyes, hot with desire, widened a bit at the news that Trish was a
virgin, but he only nodded. With one hand, he grasped his cock and
began rubbing her slit with it. His body was a taut cord of tension and
controlled lust.

Trish moaned and raised her hips, forcing him to pull back a little.
She groaned with disappointment.

"Patience," I whispered wickedly. "Good things come to she who waits."

When she stopped her thrusting, I looked back to Keven. "Put the head
of your cock into the entrance of her pussy." He slid a little forward
and I felt her twitch against me. I wrapped my arms around her and
looked into her eyes. They were dreamy with need.

"Slowly push into her until you feel her hymen," I instructed him, not
taking my eyes off of her face."

Her eyes grew huge and her mouth started working, but nothing came out
at first. Finally, she whispered, "I feel like he's going to tear me
apart." The fear was now dominant in her voice.

"Relax," I commanded her. "Just settle back and let yourself get used
to the sensation. Your body is made to take a man. He'll fit just
fine."

She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. The tension that had built up
inside her slowly drained out and she opened her eyes again. "Okay."

"This is going to hurt," I said gently. "It'll be a quick, sharp pain
and he'll stop as soon as it's done so that you can work your way
through it. Are you ready?"

Jerkily, she nodded her head, her eyes wide with apprehension. Her
golden hair was spread across the pillow in such a sexy way.

"Now."

Her back arched and her face was contorted with pain. "Arrrgggg," she
cried out as I held her, whispering in her ear.

"It's okay," I said reassuringly. "It's over now. Let the pain go.
Relax and breathe deep."

Slowly, her face relaxed. "It hurt, but now it's more like an ache. Is
that normal?"

"Perfectly normal," I said with a nod. "Your hymen tore and now it's
not going to be hurting much longer. Even the ache will go away in a
few minutes. Are you ready for him to start?"

She nodded without saying anything. Fearful, but resolute.

"Keven," I said, "push yourself all the way inside her and hold your
cock there for her to get used to you."

Trish's eyes rolled back into her head, and she started panting as
Keven pushed himself into her an inch at a time until he was balls
deep. "Oh God, he's tearing me apart. I feel so full."

I kissed her neck. "That's normal, Baby. Relax and breathe."

Under my kisses, her pulse thundered through the artery in her neck. I
ran my tongue along it and was rewarded with a shiver. I pulled back
and looked at her sweetly parted lips and swiftly covered them with my
own. I trust my tongue into her mouth and took her attention fully onto
myself.

All thought of Keven vanished as I kissed her deeply, her tongue coming
to life against me as we kissed. In seconds, her hands pulled me
against her and she was returning my kisses with hot desire.

Surprisingly, she pulled away and panted. "Now," she moaned. "Fuck me.
Take me now."

I felt the bed move as Keven began slowly fucking Trish and dipped my
head to capture her nipple between my lips. Now my attention was on
Keven as Trish slowly loosened her titanic grip on his cock and he
fucked her. His face was a mask of animal lust, but he was in full
control of his movements. I watched his cock come almost out of her,
covered in her juices and a trace of red and then slowly sink back into
her fully.

Entranced, I pulled back and let him settle his length upon her. She
wrapped her arms and legs around him, grinding her sex into his
thrusts. He couldn't hold out long against that kind of magic.

As the minutes flew past, I grew more and more impressed with his
control. He was holding back, wanting to make her first time special.
My heart felt like it would burst with pride and love. As they fucked,
they also kissed deeply and passionately. From personal experience, I
knew she was getting the ride of her life.

Trish did come first, clutching Keven tightly as she screamed out her
climax. Her body undulated against him, a contrast of her softness and
his firm body. When she collapsed bonelessly, he kissed her again and
pulled back, his cock sliding free with a sexy "slurp."

"Time for the main course," he told me, pushing me onto my back and
peeling the rubber off in one quick motion. With one thrust, he was
buried to the hilt inside me and I arched my back to meet his insistent
and needy thrusts. After fucking Trish, I knew he would beat me to the
top of the mountain, but I didn't care.

"Trish," he said, looking at her. "Climb on and let Sandy lick you. I
want to see her make love to you again."

Before I could blink, Trish had settled her legs around my head and
sank down. Her pussy looked wonderful, all freshly fucked and gaping
wide. I dug right in and the taste of her blood, though not powerful,
added to my lust. Maybe I was wrong. I might just make it there first
after all.

I ate her like I was starving. Wrapping my arms around her hips, I
tried to lick and suck every part of her hot pussy. She ground down
against me in renewed need. I felt Keven shift and I knew they were
kissing passionately as I tongued her. The first small orgasm ripped
through me and began driving me higher.

Keven buried himself in me with an almost anguished groan and I felt
the hot, liquid feeling of his come pumping into me. I clamped my pussy
around him and milked him as his length pulsed inside me. God, this was
what it was all about. I was so close.

Then he pulled out of me and pushed Trish's head toward my sex. "Do
her," he commanded.

Trish dove down on me like a swooping falcon. Her tongue ran along my
length as she tasted her first pussy. She must have liked it because
she moaned and buried her face between my legs. Her technique was
non-existent but she made up for that with incredible enthusiasm.

"Do what she's doing to you," Keven advised. "You know what feels good.
Try it on Sandy."

"I can taste your come inside her," Trish moaned. "Oh, God."

"Suck it out of her," he said. "Drink my come from her hot pussy."

The sudden suction as she clamped her mouth across my entrance took my
breath away and I arched my back madly. I could hear her sucking and
swallowing his seed straight from inside me and that made me crazy.

The world exploded and I could hear the thundering of my heart as this
sweet girl brought me off into a massive orgasm.

Trish was insatiable, and she kept devouring me. I gloried in it,
returning to her pussy with renewed lust. Together, we ate each other
for what seemed to be an eternity. First one, then the other coming
hard. I wasn't sure we would ever stop.

Then the sound of a third set of female moans finally pierced my
awareness. I realized that I'd been hearing them for a while. Trish and
I disengaged, exhausted, and I searched for the source of the groans.

Standing in the now open doorway, watching us with eyes half-lidded
with lust, was Jo. She was dressed in a sheer nightgown that showed her
small breasts off to perfection. The matching set of panties was pushed
down past her knees and she was fingering herself wildly.

As we watched, she fell against the door frame and buried her fingers
inside herself. Then she arched her back and came.

Keven was laying beside us, watching this stranger pleasure herself
while slowly stroking his cock while she watched him.

When she came down from her high, she licked her fingers and smiled
wickedly at us. "I think I want a wakeup call like that sometime."

I laughed and rose to my feet, padding over to her and kissing her
deeply. The taste of her on her own lips made my sex twitch. "I think
we can work something out later," I said as we broke our kiss.

"I'll hold you to that," Jo said solemnly.

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