Page 46 of Blowing Off Steam

A piercing crack resounded nearby then, and Rushy’s eyes popped open to see a naked and dripping Calliope, who had apparently slapped Field’s rump. She had fallen down to the sand next to them and regarded them happily. “Son of a bitch!” she said in awe. “You two fuckers just can’t stay away from each other can you? Can’t say as I blame you. You are two handsome libertines. Wait, Field!” Another crack. That saucy bitch! Field stilled, shuddering and gasping, holding himself above Rushy. “You hold your goddamn giant horses now, Field.” Crack. “Is this your aim, to tease me into frigging myself silly every night while you men have all the fun?”

“Shove your fingers up his ass,” Rushy suggested hoarsely. “Lick his big, meaty balls.”

Calliope chirped, “I’ll do no such thing. Doesn’t a girl get any satisfaction around here? I’ll show you men how it’s done.” And the brazen trollop straddled Rushy, placing both knees on either side of his shoulders, planting her cunt squarely down on his face!

Rushy had never had his face in a woman’s muff before. While experienced with the general anatomy of a woman, one simply didn’t bury one’s face in a hooker’s dripping mound. However, Calliope was clearly clean and primped, and Rushy found himself fascinated with the extension of her clitoris. He took a few experimental breaths and flicked out the tip of his tongue like a lizard.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Son of a bitch!”

She must have been silenced then by a kiss from Field above—Rushy couldn’t see, his nose being buried in her asshole while he lapped the length of her clitoris. He licked her the only way he knew, as though lapping at the most under-endowed male on the face of the continent. Steady, his tongue stiff like a finger, he lapped while Calliope mewled and bucked her hips against his face. He was gratified by a splash of honeyed pussy juices running over his chin.

“Oh, land’s sake, Field!” Calliope cried. “That’s good, isn’t it? Buried inside his tight asshole? Ride him, you big stallion. Fuck your big, muscular friend. Shoot your load inside that tight, sweet ass.”

Freshly invigorated by the urgings of his paramour, Field pumped Rushy almost urgently now. Each thrust of his slick cock made Rushy’s own cock twitch, and that minx Calliope slapped his erection then gripped it in her little fist and milked him with precision.

“Ah!” Rushy cried out involuntarily, instantly on the edge of spending his built-up load. Immediately Calliope slapped his prick, declaring, “Bad boy! Lick me, faster, faster! Eat my clitoris! Suck on it!”

Rushy obliged. As Field’s penis swelled inside him, urgently rubbing that exquisite spot behind his pubic bone that brought him to the verge of orgasm, Rushy coordinated his devouring of Calliope’s cunt. Squirt after squirt of deliciously sweet juice flowed over his chin as he flicked his tongue the length of her. His sense of power inflated as he lapped, knowing he was bringing both Field and the experienced former hooker to the apex of their crises.

Rushy put his all into it. Maybe it was Field knowing that Rushy was supping on his beloved, but instantly Field’s prick expanded, and he ejaculated deep inside Rushy. Rushy was so awed at the sensation, every nerve inside him so afire he could actually feel the spurts of deliciously hot semen pumping up against his sensitive gland. Oh, land’s sake. He would never shy away from being fucked by another man. By Field.

Calliope was cooing to Field. “That’s good, Field. Tasty, isn’t it? Sweet, nasty, delightful. Isn’t it tasty, coming inside your friend’s asshole?”

Field was so choked up he couldn’t speak as his entire body shuddered into the powerful orgasm. Jerking and gasping, he continued pumping inside Rushy. Rushy was distracted by his friend’s eruption, and he craned his head around Calliope’s crotch to get a glimpse of Field’s enraptured face.

Calliope, ever on the alert, spanked Rushy’s cock again. “Bad, bad! Neglecting your duties!”

To Rushy’s surprise, it was Field who tossed the woman off Rushy’s face—she probably wouldn’t have left voluntarily. Disengaging from Rushy, Field towered overhead on his knees, his giant reddened hose of a cock still twitching, and he shouted, “You’re no damn good, Rushy!”

What was he talking about? Calliope sat sprawled on her bare ass in the sand, looking just as quizzical as Rushy felt. She protested, “Field! Who are you to say if he’s no damned good? Why don’t you ask me if he’s no damned good?”

But Field was on some pressing, crucial mission. “You want to watch an expert lick a woman’s pussy? Watch! Watch Callie’s face. See how fast I can get this done!” And, to Rushy’s intense surprise, Field fell onto his chest between Calliope’s thighs, lifting her with his powerful shoulders, and dove right in.

“Field!” she howled with an undertone of laughter. “You can’t just—” But her instant cry was like the death knell of a giant shorebird. High-pitched, keening, and roaring like every animal in the barnyard rolled into one. Digging into the sand with her clutching fingers and the tips of her toes, Calliope lifted her hips to Field’s face. As she whimpered, “oh—oh—oh” Field applied giant licks to her clitoris, like a man slaking his thirst at a bucket.

Fascinated, Rushy crawled over, sitting obediently on his haunches with hands clasped between his knees. Calliope’s mouth was an enormous, surprised O, her howls and cries swallowed up into the pit of her stomach. Her inner thigh muscles clamped about Field’s neck as he slurped voraciously—as though a woman’s pussy were a ten-course cordon bleu meal and her nectar sweeter than honey.

And Field had been correct. Her crescendo arrived swiftly. The emerald between her jiggling titties shivered with her speeding heartbeat. She held her breath as she entwined her ankles around Field, and he munched at her pussy, making it look like a desirable task indeed.

Rushy watched with bated breath. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen a woman orgasm. Sure, he’d had congress with women who weren’t hookers. Many passengers on his boats—frigid “hysterical” wives who simply wanted to be touched correctly, upcountry gals going into the big city for a lark, or older women—yes, older women. Some of them begged for it like a dog in heat. Rushy could see why when he looked at the deadly boring pills they married. But one didn’t usually go about bothering to bring these women to orgasm. Most of them probably didn’t know such a thing existed.

Calliope, however…Calliope was a wild and brazen stunner. When the waves of her orgasm died down and she squirmed like a beached fish on her back, Field sat back in satisfaction, wiping his face with the back of his arm. He shot Rushy a superior look, his prickly hair skewed every which way. He grinned a little boy grin and looked about to crawl to Rushy, so Rushy said petulantly, “I’m no good, eh? You’re just the supreme cunt-lapper of all time, aren’t you? I’m the one who got her good and prepared.”

Calliope flopped a weak hand onto the sand. “Boys, boys,” she said without conviction.

Field did crawl over, and he gripped the back of Rushy’s neck. Looking intently into Rushy’s eyes, he whispered, “I love you.”

He kissed him deeply then, as if to stave off any potential conversation about love. He climbed over Rushy’s lap and straddled him so that Rushy’s erection knocked against his asshole, Field’s own flagging prick pressed against Rushy’s abdomen.

They kissed for several long minutes, their rapture only broken by some odd Celestial sounds Calliope was making nearby. “M̀h’hóu yisi,” it sounded as though she said, which Rushy knew to mean “excuse me.” Field pulled away first and glanced with mild curiosity at the two Celestial women standing on the beach, several feet from where Calliope was dressing. One was Chiao Kuo, the former San Francisco hooker and Calliope’s current galley helper.

All three Celestial women were of great help to Calliope and they followed her about like ducklings. Maurice had latched onto them as though they were older sisters. Apparently they were saying that Cincinnatus had tapped the big bell twice, which now sounded again. It was time to weigh anchor.

Rushy stood and reached a hand down to help up Field. “Here we go again,” Rushy said jovially. “Random crew members witnessing us in the throes of passion.”

Field shook sand from his pants before stepping into them. “I doubt it’s any big surprise to them. Think on what they’ve witnessed in their time.”

When they’d dressed, Calliope took each river man by the crook of his arm, and they wandered the path back to the El Dorado. The willows rustled slightly in the cooling late-autumn air.