Crossing the Border (M+F anal) 2/2 

"How about this?" Stanton asked. 

She dropped down into a crouching position. Andy's hands 
moved back over her breasts and then to her shoulders. 
Stanton looked straight ahead to Theo's open zipper. She 
reached in and worked his stiff rod through the opening. It 
flopped right into her waiting mouth. 

Theo gasped and mumbled some monosyllabic encouragement. Not 
that Stanton needed any. Pushing the pants away with one 
hand, Stanton stuffed her mouth with as much of Theo's dick 
as possible. 

"That looks good," Andy said. 

Stanton pulled her mouth away and looked up at Andy. 
"Whatever he gets, you get," she said before returning to 
smoking Theo's pole. 

Taking that as an invitation, Andy maneuvered next to Theo 
and dropped his pants and undershorts to mid thigh. He took 
hold of his swelling member and stroked it. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Stanton saw Andy's arm moving. 
She pushed his sweater out of the way to watch him play with 
himself. What a treat, to have a mouthful of cock and an 
eyeful of the same, beaten off before a backdrop of muscular 
abs. After taking in the sights, she decided to treat Andy 
to a little cocksucking. 

"Let's see what this guy tastes like," she said. 

While Andy continued to pump on the base of his shaft with 
his fist, Stanton took the head of his cock in her mouth. 
She worked her lips further down the length and Andy let go 
of his cock. He rested a hand on her head and moaned a 
compliment or two. Stanton brushed her hair to one side and 
tilted her face so that Andy and Theo could see her profile. 
She licked along the outside of his shaft, and then tongued 
his balls. Andy's cock rested on her cheek. Stanton brought 
her face back and the dick disappeared inside her mouth. 

"Damn, that does look good," Theo said, stroking himself. 
Stanton watched him and agreed that the view was just fine. 

Andy looked out at the water and the choppy reflection of 
the moonlight. Cold air tickled his skin and a hot mouth 
sucked at his cock. He relished it for a moment, sliding 
himself between her lips. Stanton grabbed his ass and guided 
him. She enjoyed the flexing of his butt muscles as he 
bucked his hips. 

"Do you want me to come?" Andy asked. 

Stanton dropped him from her lips and pumped him with her 
fist. "Depends. Can we go inside someplace?" 

Before she even finished the sentence, Theo said 
imperatively, "We'll find something!" 

What they found was a side entrance to the VIP room. The 
room was wall to wall couches, and so poorly lit that it 
took a while for their eyes to adjust. A large doorman 
stopped them immediately. 

"You can't come in this way," he said. 

"We're just here for a dance," Andy told him. 

"Dances are one guest to a dancer," the doorman said, 
folding his arms in front of his chest: his very large 
chest. 

"But she doesn't actually work here," Theo explained. 

"Yeah, we just want to rent a couch for a bit," Stanton 
said. 

"Does this about cover it?" Theo asked as he handed the 
doorman a few bills. 

The doorman took the money and pushed the bills apart with 
his thumb. After a quick look, he gestured with two fingers 
curling in to himself. "Keep it coming," the motion said. 
Andy flipped a thin wad of bills to the man. 

"Take the couch in that corner," the doorman said. "I don't 
want to know anything else." 

The three walked briskly to the corner. "I thought you were 
out of money?" Theo asked. 

"Never mind," Andy said. 

On most of the couches, dancers draped over men, or nestled 
in their laps. Only the arms of the men were visible, spread 
out on the couch. Their couch was in the corner, flanked on 
one side by an emergency exit and on the left by another 
couch, empty. The light from the exit sign was stronger than 
any other source in the room. 

Pausing only for the odd groping if each other, the three 
stripped down quickly, leaving a laundry pile on the floor. 
Andy sat on the couch, and Stanton knelt down to suck his 
dick. At once, Stanton realized that left Theo out of the 
action, so she changed positions. She stood, spread her legs 
more than shoulder width apart and bent forward to find 
Andy's waiting cock with her mouth. 

"Goddamn!" Theo said. "Oh, that looks fine!" 

He knelt behind her and lapped at her dark bush, pushing his 
nose against her ass. He gave her a playful slap and then 
rubbed the smooth skin of her buns. Theo's tongue parted her 
lips and nipped at her clit as Andy's cock plunged in and 
out of her mouth. 

Stanton felt as if she were in a hyperactive sixty-nine 
position. The hard hot dick in her mouth pushing against her 
tongue and the inside of her cheek, the growing wetness 
between her legs as the tongue and her juices flowed from 
the crack or her ass to the hood over her clit: that was all 
familiar. She was not expecting the hands. 

They were everywhere. Not just cupping her breast, or 
squeezing her ass, or gripping her by the hair. There were 
also hands stroking her hips, and clawing her back. Fingers 
brushed her hard nipples and sank into the hot flesh of her 
cunt. She was felt up thoroughly. 

She wanted a dick inside her, and she wasn't going to have 
to stop sucking this one to get it. Not for long, anyway. 
"Fuck me, Theo," she ordered before filling her mouth once 
more. 

Theo ran the head of his cock between Stanton's lips. When 
they parted a bit, he leaned his weight forward and slid all 
the way in. It pushed Stanton forward and she craned her 
neck to keep Andy in her mouth. 

"Oh, fuck," Theo moaned. 

He slipped one hand under Stanton's trim waist and moved to 
her lips. He felt his cock slipping effortlessly inside her 
wet slit, and then turned his fingers to her clit. 

Stanton rocketed to orgasm. Not a slow build up but a sudden 
burst of pleasure. Stanton moved off Andy's shaft and gasped 
for air. She stroked him the best she could but she was 
having problems concentrating. Andy judged that it was his 
turn. 

"Get up here," he said. Andy slouched forward in the seat. 

Stanton stepped away from Theo and knelt on the sofa. She 
straddled Andy's cock and then impaled herself on it. 
Bouncing slow and sure, she reached back for Theo's cock. 
Maybe he could stand on the sofa, she thought. There really 
wasn't room. She could turn around to face him but the 
fucking felt so good she didn't want to stop. 

"Oh, why not," she said under her breath. 

Stanton leaned in to Andy and planted a wet kiss on his 
face. Her clit rested against his shaft, and her ass lifted 
in to the air. She wiggled it a bit. Theo slapped her cheeks 
a bit with his dick. Stanton reached back and pulled at her 
buttock to spread her ass. 

"Does he need me to spell this out?" she wondered. Stanton 
disengaged from the kiss, looked back over her shoulder and 
said, "Fuck that ass, Theo." 

Just the words caused Theo's eyes to roll to the back of his 
head. He put a palm on her buttock and helped spread her 
ass. Andy's dick fucked her steadily from underneath, his 
balls swaying gently with each stroke. Theo placed the head 
of his cock against the ribbed rim of her asshole and pushed 
forward. 

The head of his shaft deformed slightly from the pressure. 
Suddenly he lurched forward. The head sprung back to its 
missile point form, and he felt the tight ring of Stanton's 
ass just below the crown of the tip. 

Filled to the brim, Stanton bit her lower lip and tried not 
to scream. Theo pushed into her ass and Andy continued his 
thrusts. She quivered when she felt Theo's cock spasm inside 
her. 

"Oh, God," he muttered. Theo's legs locked up and he stopped 
moving but his shaft pulsed as he spurted jets of jism in 
Stanton's ass. Theo pulled out and stumbled backward. 

Stanton turned her attention to Andy. She was growing a bit 
sore and thought she might finish him off with her mouth. 
Andy had other plans. He slid his dick out from her quim and 
held it so the tip pointed at her ass. 

"What he gets, I get, right?" Andy grinned. 

"Go ahead, stud," Stanton said. What the hell, she thought. 
Theo didn't last long. 

By now, not only was the outside of her ass wet from the 
licking, but the inside was slick with Theo's cum. Andy's 
dick was covered with Stanton's lubrication. Once the head 
cleared the tight boundary of her ass, almost half his 
length slipped inside her. 

Theo would remember what that looked like for the rest of 
his life. 

"Oh..." Andy said before leaving his mouth agape. "Fuck!" 
Stanton finished the thought. 

Andy managed a few gentle strokes, but his orgasm began the 
moment that tight seal slipped along his shaft. He made a 
fist and punched the sofa as the climax twisted through him. 
He wrenched his upper body in an ironic struggle to escape 
the source of such intense pleasure. 

Stanton disengaged from Andy's deflating erection and 
collapsed against him. Theo crumpled on the sofa. No one 
said a thing. Then the boat made a wide turn. They felt the 
cabin tilt to one side, and voices lifted all around them. 

"What's going on?" 

"What the hell is that?" 

Stanton and the others rushed to get dressed. Then more 
voices mumbling the same things. 

"Man overboard!" 

"Someone fell off the ship!" 

"I think he was thrown off!" 

Stanton finished dressing and ran out to the deck. A crowd 
of men and a few women unsuitably dressed for the weather 
gathered by the rail. A spotlight played on the water's 
surface. Stanton worked through the crowd. Not surprisingly, 
Maytag was by the rail. 

"What happened?" she asked. "Where's Lupus?" 

"Those questions have the same answer," Maytag said. He 
could barely repress a smile. 

"Get out!" Stanton replied. "How did he go over?" 

"He had help from a couple of doormen," Maytag said. "We 
were in the VIP room, and Lupus kept trying to bait the 
dancers into a little extra activity. They wanted no part of 
it. He tried to fondle one of them, and again, the answer 
was 'Keep your hands on my shoulder or out to the side.'" 

"Finally," Maytag continued, "the ladies got sick of it. So 
did I, in fact. They called a doorman over to explain the 
rules." 

"And they threw Lupus over the side?" Stanton asked. 

"I'm getting to that," Maytag said. "They told Lupus he had 
to play by the rules or leave the VIP room. Lupus got in a 
real huff and made a show of leaving. Then he saw something 
with those beady eyes of his and looked over at the corner 
of the room. Then I looked over. You won't believe what we 
saw." 

"What did you see?" asked Stanton, nervously. 

"A man, wearing nothing but socks, was standing in front of 
a sofa with four more naked legs sticking out from it. We 
looked a little more, and sure enough you could see a 
woman's ass, or a part of it because these two guys were 
going to town." 

"Oh, shit!" Stanton said. 

"Wild, huh?" Maytag asked. "Anyway, Lupus went nuts asking 
what the hell that was all about, and he started walking 
that way. Another doorman, a huge guy, stepped in front of 
him and asked where he was going. Lupus said, 'to take a 
look at that dancer!' The doorman told him, 'that's not a 
dancer, those people are just customers!' Lupus insisted, 
but the doorman wouldn't move. So Lupus threw a punch!" 

"No!" 

"Yes! But the guy caught it, and the next thing you know, 
Lupus is on the way out the door." 

"Do they know they assaulted an FBI agent?" 

"How could they? He didn't identify himself, and besides, he 
threw the first punch. I don't think this is appearing in 
any report." 

"Not from either end of it," Stanton said. 

"Beg pardon?" Maytag asked. 

"I mean those three people. What happened to them?" 

"No idea. I came right out here and then ran for help." 

Stanton nodded. "Crazy stuff." 

The boat reached Lupus and the crew threw him a life 
preserver tied to a length of rope. 

"So what have you been doing?" Maytag asked. 

"I talked to a couple of patrons and attempted to learn just 
how far things go here." 

"And?" 

"Like you said," Stanton replied. "Seems the dancers here 
don't cross the line." 

"So you had a pretty boring night, huh?" 

Stanton shrugged. "Not like I worked my ass off or 
anything."