"Barry's down with that?"
"Hell, yes! Our sex life got a recharge when you guys came along! It's all I can do to keep him out of my cunt when we're home!"
"Then what are we waiting for?" I said. We embraced quickly, and I felt her hand give my soft cock a squeeze. I pinched her nipple in turn and gave her a kiss with a little tongue in it. What we were doing was no more than what Barry and Liz were doing to each other not twenty feet away. We all knew what the limits were now, and that made it easier for us to expand our intimacy.
When we got back to our towel, Barry and Alison spread theirs out next to us, and each couple oiled themselves up. But the girls had something in store for us. "Just sit there and watch us, guy!" Alison said. And with that, the two ladies started fondling each other. Liz pressed her small tits against Alison's ample ones, and caressed the older woman's vulva, teasing the lips apart. Alison was obviously nervous, but under Liz's expert strokes, she relaxed, and her own hand sought out Liz's pussy and cupped it. Alison whispered something to Liz, and Liz giggled. And then they kissed each other fiercely.
Well, the sight of two naked female bodies, gleaming with oil, kissing each other passionately was enough to get us men as hard as rocks. Not only that, but we were drawing a lot of attention from the rest of the beach-goers. When the ladies moved to the sixty-nine position, we found ourselves surrounded by about twenty spectators. A few of the women paired off, hugging and fondling each other awkwardly and nervously, as if the sight of Liz and Alison making love was giving them permission to act out some of their own Lesbian fantasies. (Their boyfriends, captivated by sight of Liz and Alison making love, scarcely noticed.) Eventually, some of the girls laughed and returned to their boyfriends, and that was all right, but a few of them kept their embraces past the giggling stage, and that was all right, too. I marveled once more how people could feed off other people's sexual energy and let themselves do things they ordinarily wouldn't.
To my surprise, I noticed Chet and Angelo in the audience, their cocks stiff as usual. "I didn't think you'd be turned on to this sort of thing," I said to Angelo.
"It's not the girls, pretty as they are. It's all the hard cocks I see! I love to watch 'em spurt! And it's something else, too, Dick. It's beautiful the way Liz has blossomed in the past few weeks. We've always liked her, but she always seemed a little, well, lonely. It's like she's almost a different person now. You've done her a world of good, dude. I'm almost falling in love with you myself!"
"I guess I'm sort of flattered! You're the second person today to point out how good I've been for her. If more people do, maybe I'll start believing it myself."
"You'd better, 'cause it's true," he said as he took my hand and squeezed it. We would have continued the conversation except that Chet, bored with the girls's show, was tugging at Angelo's other hand. I let them go. By that time a couple of the men had cum, wetting the sand with their sperm. But Barry and I didn't, because our girls kept winking at us as if to say, "Don't you dare cum now! You're the 'grand finale!'"
And sure enough, they parted company, spread their legs, and invited us in. I was in Liz like a flash, grateful that my previous orgasms left me in no hurry to cum again. To tell the truth, it surprised me that I was even able to stay hard after all my previous orgasms, but I was able to feed off the sexual energy of my fuckmates as well as the naked, aroused audience, their cocks and boobs bouncing every time I glanced up. Liz was feeling it, too, moaning and sweating up a storm as her climax hit her and swept her up. Her shriek was enough to trigger my own orgasm and I lunged into her, every muscle tense as my dick gave a series of spurts that reverberated into my balls and were echoed by the spasms of Liz's vagina. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into hers, the same question in them: "Where the fuck did that come from?" But the hoots and applause from the crowd gave us our answer. The men all had sperm dripping from their cocks; the women had appreciative smiles on their faces and fingers in their cunts (or in one couple's case, in each other's cunts). One woman handed me a bottle of water. "You've got to be needing this!" she said with a laugh. I took a deep swig and then handed it to Liz, who finished it off as the woman gave another bottle to Barry and Alison (who'd had their climaxes even before Liz and I did, although we hadn't noticed).
Gradually, the crowd drifted off, and the four of us were left smiling at each other. "Well, that was a fuck to remember!" Barry exclaimed. "We never did it as a triple feature before!"
"Well, what made it really hot was watching Alison and Liz," I replied. "It really did my heart good to see that. How did that happen?"
"Alison suggested it when we were swimming," Liz confessed. "I thought, why not? If we weren't going to be swapping partners, this would be a nice little consolation prize. To be honest, I didn't think it would draw the crowd it did. It was going to be just for you guys."
"Never underestimate the effect of Lesbian lovemaking on a guy's libido, Liz. For some reason, the sight goes right to our gonads."
"And on the girls'," Barry added. "Did you see them? Are a lot of them closet Lesbians?"
"Maybe a few of them are," Alison said. "But most of them were hetero. They just wanted to see what it was like, and seeing us getting it on sort of gave them permission to. And, frankly, honey, I think a lot of them were doing it for their boyfriends as much as for themselves."
"It doesn't matter," Liz decided. "Everybody had fun, and some of them learned something about themselves and their sexual identities. The next time, they'll be less reluctant to join in. Or not. Either way, they'll be more comfortable with themselves and each other."
"So sayest the psychologist," I said.
"So how'd I do?" Alison asked. "I haven't made love to a woman in thirty years!"
"You did just fine, girl," Liz replied. "Some day when the boys aren't around, we've got to give it some time, and see where it goes."
"Can't we watch?" Barry said sorrowfully.
"If you must," Alison said. "And Dick can, too, if he's not jealous."
I smiled. "You know, I've got to be back on the boat tomorrow morning. In less than twelve hours, in fact. But that doesn't mean that you can't have fun while I'm gone."
"You're leaving again tomorrow?" Barry said. "Then let us take you two out to dinner. Best place in town. We're celebrating!"
"Celebrating what?" I asked.
"You!" he said. You're the best thing that's happened to us in years! Now let's get going, while there are still some good tables left."
We all got up, gathered our things, and made our way to the parking lot. Barry and Alison had a late-model Jaguar, so they must have had some money; I didn't feel so bad about following them to the most expensive restaurant in the area and accepting their invitation to dinner. The food was great, and Barry and Alison were brilliant conversationalists, with wide-ranging interests. His questions on marine biology were insightful and penetrating, but he could discuss the arts with equal facility. And Alison was a walking database on music. It was with some regret that we all said goodnight and parted ways after dessert. I dropped off Liz at her apartment and, after a kiss that I hoped would never end, made my way back to the motel.
Another long week on the boat, but this time, I knew that I had a harbor to come home to.
