Sylvia tried to analyze her emotions as she walked out on the wharf toward the waiting motor launch from the Jolly Rogue. She knew she was rapidly approaching a point of no return. Part of her churning uncertainty was Shelton’s fault. He had, quite unexpectedly, once again asked her before they left the hotel, “Are you positive you want to do this?”
She had stared at him, perplexed. “I told you before: that’s why we’re here.”
“And you’re quite prepared to go to bed with Hunt, Reem, and two other men you’ve never seen before? Prepared to let them use your body… two, three, even four of them at a time?”
“Yes!” It was said sharply, and in a tone of voice that requested him to drop the subject.
Shelton was persistent. “One more question, and I’ll leave you alone!”
“Well?”
“Would you, even though… ah… suppose you don’t like the two men?
“I don’t care terribly much for Ed baby, or Sam; neither is exactly what I call my cup of tea.”
“But you’d do it to get revenge?”
She was exasperated. How many times did she have to tell him! Her voice indicated her anger, “Tod, you’re not that dense. I’ve told you at least twice now that revenge is the only I repeat… the only reason I intend to go through with this. I’ll do anything to humiliate Bruce.”
He had sighed. “Okay. End of subject. You’re over twenty-one.”
Still, though, the conversation had disturbed her. She knew he had been trying to say something important; his real meaning had eluded her.
She abruptly put it out of her mind when she heard Sally’s shrill voice calling from the landing, “Over here, Sylvia… Tod! Yoo-hoo!” Sally waved frantically to get their attention. She was wearing a pair of black matador hip-huggers so tight that they looked as if they had been painted on her. For her top, she wore a button less, black silk, long sleeve blouse that was tied just under the breast. Obviously, she was not wearing a bra.
Sylvia heard Tod’s low whistle of admiration, and for a second she was jealous.
Ed Hunt’s boisterous laughter boomed out, and he shouted loudly enough for tourists to turn around and stare, “Hey… come on. The booze is getting hot… and the broads are cooling off”
Sam’s giggle cut through the air like a jackal’s bark.
Sylvia climbed down the ladder to the skiff She still had six rungs to go when she felt Hunt’s hands cup her hips and his voice say, “Okay, I’ve got you.” His fingers were digging unnecessarily into her full rounded buttocks as he lowered her to the deck. She was surprised at his strength; he had brought her down as lightly as a sack of sugar. Even after he let go, she could still feel the tingling where his hands had been.
Sally gazed enviously at Sylvia; alongside Sylvia’s expensively cut, navy blue cashmere sweater and white raw silk sailor pants, Sally looked slightly cheap. “Gee,” Sally said, blinking her eyes, “Your outfit sure is cute.” Then her eyes shifted to Tod and began glowing with an animal-like intensity. “Hello, there… she said breathlessly.
Hunt seated Sylvia in the front seat between himself and Reem, and indicated Tod was to sit in back with Sally.
Tod still had not settled down when Hunt opened the throttle with a roar, throwing Tod down against the Reem woman. His shoulder scraped across her breast, pulling the skimpy cloth aside. The aureole and half of her left breast was unveiled; she made no effort to pull the cloth back. She merely stared at him, her tongue quivering on her lower teeth as if daring him to bite.
Tod finally got himself adjusted in a comfortable position, and discovered Sally had slid over until her leg was wantonly pressed against his. In the front seat, he could see Sam’s hand slowly and surreptitiously massaging the top part of Sylvia’s shoulder. He was wasting no time, Tod thought, then mentally added as Sally pressed her hip against his, “and neither is she.”
“Where’s everyone else?” Tod asked.
Sally simpered, “They’re all on the boat already.” She put her hand on Tod’s knee and acted as if she were testing the cloth of his trousers. “I just love the feel of good wool, don’t you?” she asked, blinking, and running her hand up and down his leg.
Tod went along with the gag. He put his hand on her leg at mid-thigh. “I like your nylon better.”
She giggled, and then lowered her voice. “So do I; that’s why I’m not wearing anything under them.”
Up front, Sylvia was aware of Sam’s hand moving over her shoulder; she could also feel Hunt’s knee suggestively rubbing against her leg. She was a little frightened… and a little amused. Sam, gaining courage as they got closer to the yacht, dropped his hand until his fingers idly brushed across the tip of her left breast with each movement the launch made. That disturbed her a bit; it wasn’t displeasing, but it seemed rather obvious, so she captured his
hand and held on to it. Hunt snorted, obviously he had been aware of what was going on.
Hunt abruptly swung a wide circle as they approached the yacht. The unexpected swerve of the vessel threw Sally over onto Shelton and, in what seemed to be an accidental attempt to straighten herself, she put her hand in his lap for support. He felt her hand squeeze his prick once, twice, before sitting upright again. “Little girls get into trouble that way,” he said quietly, as his cock stirred out of its sleep.
“I can hardly wait,” she answered, staring directly at him in an unmistakable fashion. Her eyes were really smoldering now, Tod noticed and he knew that Sally, dear little Sally was very impatient for the evening’s entertainment to begin.
Hunt cut all power as they came in alongside the Jolly Rogue, and the motor launch came to a smooth stop right opposite the gangplank. Sam reached out for the mooring rope, and then they were snug against the large vessel.
The sound of stereo music came from the decks, along with laughter from somewhere within the confines of the ship.
“It sounds like they didn’t wait,” Sam said petulantly.
“What the hell, there’s enough for everyone,” Hunt grinned lewdly and stared at Sylvia.
Sylvia climbed up the coconut matted steps to the teak deck. She stared around her. The yacht was much larger than it had looked from a distance. It was in immaculate condition, obviously Hunt thought a lot of it. “I’m impressed,” she told him.
“You should be,” he grunted, “the goddamned thing costs me twenty grand a year for taxes, fuel and mooring fees.”
Sam cackled, “Don’t listen to him, the cheapskate. He writes it all off on taxes.”
“Why, you little son of a bitch… do you want to walk back?” Hunt snarled, rising to the bait.
“Now… now, gentlemen and I use that term loosely,” Liz Hunt said, coming out on deck. She grinned as she saw Sylvia and Tod, and came toward Sylvia with her hand outstretched in greeting. “I’m so glad you came.”
“We’re happy you invited us,” Sylvia said.
“I’m glad they came too,” Sally said, wiggling her eyebrows and flaunting herself against Shelton.
“Sally, darling! Why don’t you go into the cabin and mix yourself a drink,” Liz said through tight lips.
“Ta… ta,’ Sally waved good-bye to Sam and Hunt. She grabbed Tod’s arm, “I’m taking you with me.”
Liz shook her head in mock dismay, sighed, and laughed. “Come on, Sylvia. I’ll show you what the old tub looks like.”
“Hey,” Hunt growled. “That’s my chore. I’m captain.”
“You have duties to do… do them… Captain,” Liz retorted.
Sam cackled again, and was rewarded by a glare and a command from Hunt. “You can help, buster. Get that launch tied up at the stem and for Christ’s sake, do it right this time.”
Sam, grumbling, helped secure the launch to the davits, and a moment later the boat was raised dripping… out of the water.
Sylvia followed Sally and Tod and Liz into the main cabin salon where two women and a man were gathered, singing, around a male playing show tunes on a solid red piano even the keys were red. The luxuriousness of the salon startled Sylvia; she recognized the work of several well-known contemporary artists whose original oil paintings lined one entire wall of the spacious main cabin. The other wall was taken up with a long mahogany bar with eight red leather stools. A round divan about six feet wide was placed in front of a fireplace. The fireplace, she noted, was genuine.
Sylvia became abruptly aware that the singing had stopped at the piano. She realized she and Tod were now up for inspection; she had no doubt that they both had passed at first glance… if the hungry expression on the faces of the other couples was any indication. The two new women looked as if they were devouring Tod. The one on the right introduced as Beth Stone was a tall, green-eyed brunette with a tan so dark that she looked North African. She was wearing a simple yellow tunic open to her navel, fled with a golden velvet rope. Her hair was piled high atop her head in a Grecian hair style; this, together with sandals that had leather thongs wrapped around her shapely calves, made her look as though she were an island goddess of love out of the Mediterranean area. The other woman Sara Aims was a petite blonde, barely five feet tall, with an intense air about her. She had a broad Texan accent to go along with a deep, almost whiskey, baritone voice. She looked lesbian, Sylvia thought, then rapidly dismissed the thought in view of the nature of the party. Still, though, Sara had a manner about her that undoubtedly brought out all the bestial qualities in a male and raised storm warning flags in a female’s mind. Sylvia made a mental point to avoid being alone with Sara if she could help it.
The two men were quite attractive. Tod had been pretty close in his description of them. The big man who had been playing the piano was Jack Stone, and he did look like a professional football player. Tony Aims was shorter than Sylvia, but he had a warm good-natured air about him, and he moved with a litheness that was almost animal-like. Sylvia knew she was blushing because she could read their thoughts, and their thoughts were enough to make an experienced whore somewhat apprehensive.
Working as a team, the two men lost no time separating her from Tod and Liz Hunt. Talking animatedly, they took her to the long mahogany bar that ran half the length of the room, and began mixing drinks.
Tod wasn’t the least bit lonely. All four women had closed in on him, like cattle buyers inspecting a prize bull at an auction. He thought about the delight that was to come… knowing that before the night was over, he was going to fuck all four of them. He said nothing, merely grinned and held out his arms to them. All four, giggling, crowded like chicks under his wing.
Sally said, breathlessly, “Beth. You should feel his muscles.”
Beth did and made appreciative sounds.
Sara also reached up and touched his biceps, then his stomach muscles. “Why, gracious sakes alive! The man feels like he’s made out of real hard old steel.”
Liz stared speculatively and growled, “That would be nice.”
Sally rolled her eyes, “Just heavenly.”
Beth gazed languidly at him, then said pointedly, “Are you that muscular… all over?”
Tod grinned. “That, lady, is for me to know… and for you to find out.”
There was a moment’s silence before Beth smiled wickedly and… without taking her eyes off his face said to Liz, “You know, I think I’m going to like this boy.”
“This thirsty' boy,” Tod corrected.
“Oh, how thoughtless of me!” Liz exclaimed, stepping out from beneath his arm. “What are you drinking?”
“Any Tanqueray in the house?”
“No… but we’ve got a case of Bombay gin and several bottles of House of Lords.”
“That should do… for a start.” His little joke was rewarded by appreciative laughter. Beth meanwhile had taken over the spot vacated by Liz. She had her arm around his waist and was covertly doing disconcerting things with her fingers playing “hop-skip-jump” along his ribs. Her perfume was a heady aphrodisiac, and Tod knew he was responding to her. It was impossible not to respond; even a wooden, cigar store Indian would get a hard-on around her! Beth stood on tiptoe and whispered, “Would you like to see the rest of the boat?” Her breasts strained against him; he could feel her nipples burning holes through his shirts.
Why not, he thought, and nodded.
Beth smiled and pulled him away from Sally and Sara. “I’m going to show him the rest of the boat,” she said.
Sally began pouting; she looked over her shoulder for support from Liz. None was forthcoming, Liz merely looked amused at the entire situation. Sara was openly sneering at Beth’s impatience. Sally guiltily glanced over to see how Sylvia was taking this outrageous play for her husband. Sylvia was getting a snow job of her own; she obviously wasn’t aware of Tod’s happy predicament.
Tod followed Beth’s sensuously swaying buttocks as she led the way up three stairs at the far end of the salon and through the doors into a well-lighted passageway. Highly varnished brown oak doors lined both sides of the narrow corridor. Beth glanced behind them, then opened a door marked “3C” leading to a stateroom. A large round bed with a royal purple bedspread took up most of the room. “This is playroom… I mean… stateroom number three.” She smiled wantonly up at him, the invitation written on her face and breasts and body. She kicked the door shut with her heel.
Tod felt his heart pounding at the nearness of the woman. His being here at this moment seemed almost unreal; the only real thing was his rapidly hardening cock… and his hand which had of its own accord… reached out to knead one of her supple buttocks. She immediately came to him, her mouth open wide to receive him, and her expert fingers tracing the growing outline of his prick beneath his trouser.
“Ummmmmmmm,” she whispered, undulating her hips in a jerking motion. Your hand feels nice there.”
“And your hand feels nice there,” he said, feeling the tingling excitement that came from her little stroking movements against the outside of his pants.
Beth clamped her lips against his as if to shut off anymore unnecessary conversation. Her hand reached surely up to his zipper and pulled it down. There was no fumbling, no uncertainty, as she reached in through the opening and found his bare cock. Only then did she pull back in some surprise. “No shorts?”
“No shorts,” he said grinning.
She laughed, and then, just before she began passionately French-kissing him again, she said, “Join the club.”
For a second, he wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. Then a moment later, as his eager hands began their treasure hunt for the secrets of her body, he knew the answer. Beneath the short little yellow tunic, she wasn’t wearing a thing. The little black triangle of pubic hair was already hot and damp at its lower end, and she spread her legs slightly in order to give him freer access. Meanwhile, her hand had begun a tantalizing stroking movement of his penis.. highlighted by wild sensations as she expertly used her fingernails to trace a design of rapture on the underpart of his hardening shaft. Her touch was driving him almost out of his mind,
but by the same token, Beth was quaking like a tree in a high wind as his thumb and forefinger tapped out a Morse code of lust and desire on her clitoris.
“Oh, God, I can’t stand it any longer,” Beth said, pulling him back toward the bed. “Fuck me… fuck me now.”
She didn’t let go of his prick, so he didn’t take his fingers away from her clitoris as they slowly backed toward the bed. When Beth felt the mattress behind her knees, she fell back. In almost the same motion, she raised her legs so that her heels were resting on the mattress and her hot moist, eager pussy was there quivering impudently up at him.
Tod used his left hand to release his belt and waistband, then dropped his pants. His huge cock was throbbing eagerly. He had started to move forward when suddenly he heard Sally’s voice say from behind him, “Oh… here you are.” Then she gasped and said to Beth, “You didn’t waste any time, you bitch.” She walked forward and then her delighted eyes froze on Shelton’s eight-inch rigid shaft. “Oh, my… Oh, my!” she exclaimed. Her eyes the size of half dollars.
“Get out of here, Sally,” Beth said through gritted teeth.
“Let me stay and watch… please?”
Beth closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She looked questioningly up toward Ted. He shrugged.
And then Sally clapped her hands joyfully.
“Thank you… Thank you. I’ll be quiet as a little mouse. I promise you.” She was quiet less than four seconds before she timidly asked, “Would you mind, Tod… If I put it in her for you?”
“That’s the best offer I’ve had all day.”
“Hurry, for Christ’s sake, and stop all this talking,” Beth said, twisting her body back further on the mattress, and lifting her impatient cunt off the bed.
Sally was in genuine awe when she took hold of Tod’s cock. “I just can’t believe it,” she said, and then stroked it a couple of times. She looked almost mesmerized as she bent her head and took it in her mouth.
Beth sat up angrily. “Damnit, what do you think you’re doing, Sally Reem? Stop that!”
Tod feeling the delicious sensations from her hot lips clasped about his cock, held out his hands expansively, “Girls… don’t fight over me.”
Sally gave a little nibble, then took her mouth away. “It’s delicious,” she told Beth in all sincerity. “I was just lubricating it for you.”
Beth lay back on the bed. Sally began stroking Tod again and continued stroking, all the while pulling him forward until the massive head of the prick touched the fevered cuntal lips of Beth’s waiting pussy. Beth jumped and moaned as Sally either accidentally or purposely hit the clitoris with her fingernail.
Tod pushed forward, gently. Beth was not so gentle. She viciously pushed her pelvis up to meet him, and his cock slid in like a great white whale in a crash dive. Down, down… down! The cunt… the warm, wonderful, throbbing cunt took every bit of it, and then Beth, her eyes closed in rapture, locked her legs around his buttocks and tried to pull him in even further. “Heavenly,” she said. “Heavenly.” She began moving her body up and down to meet his strokes.
It was then that Tod realized Sally was impatiently removing her clothes. She hadn’t worn anything under her clothes either. Completely nude, she walked over until she was standing right alongside the wildly fucking couple. She reached out and began caressing Tod’s mammoth scrotum, and then she began lavishing kisses on his back and buttocks. A second later she straddled his left leg and began rubbing her cuntal lips up and down the back of his calf
It was all very disconcerting at first, but Tod soon got used to it. Not only “used” to it, but wildly enthusiastic.
Back in the bar, Tony had already made Sylvia a third drink. Jack had spent the last two minutes gazing in rapture down the front of her dress. Then, tentatively, he kissed her. She felt his tongue swim into her mouth. She pulled away from him, embarrassed. Glancing around, she became aware for the first time that she was alone with just the two men.
Jack correctly interpreting her look, said, “Don’t worry. It’s okay.” He kissed her again and this time she responded, standing up and pressing her body into his. Tony came around from behind the bar carrying her drink. He put it down in front of her, then casually reached out and began massaging her breast through the sweater.
Sylvia startled, pulled away. She sat down again on the stool. Jack and Tony stood looking at each other and grinning. They sat down one on each side of her.
Jack said, “What’s wrong? Haven’t you ever made out with a stranger before?”
“You two work too fast for me,” she answered.
“Evasive… evasive,” Tony crooned. “The lady’s being evasive.”
“You like a slow worker, eh?” Jack asked. “One that takes a long, long time?”
Sylvia smiled in spite of herself “I can’t win, can I?”
“Everyone wins, that’s our motto,” Jack said, and he took her chin in the palm of his hand and turned her face to him. He began savagely French-kissing her. She returned his kiss, feeling a forbidden excitement beginning to well up in her body. She felt as though she were taking part in some Satanic ceremony. A moment later, she felt Tony’s hand take hers and put it in his lap. He wrapped her fingers around a warm rigid shaft of flesh.
The shock reverberated through her body. He had exposed himself, he had taken her hand and wrapped it around his erection! What did he think she was? A whore? She pulled her hand away and attempted to pull her mouth away from Jack’s hungry kiss. Jack, however, simply put one hand behind her head and held her captive. Tony undaunted, put her hand back on his penis again.
She thought of struggling, but then Bruce’s evil, smirking face came to mind. In her imagination she could see him at the very moment he would be humiliated. All this she was experiencing now yes, all this and even more to come was worthwhile because this would lead to his ultimate humiliation. And so, instead of removing her hand from Tony’s prick, she stroked it… lovingly, tenderly.
She did not see Tony’s grin toward Jack. A look of unspoken agreement passed between the two men. Slowly, as to not alarm her, Tony’s hand slid up her inner thigh and, with one smooth, unhesitating motion, pushed past the tiny elastic band and touched her defenseless, unprotected vaginal area. A jolt of pure pleasure racked through her cunt, and it was only then that the alarm bells began ringing in her mind, and a shrill sure little voice in her mind began screaming, “What are you doing, Sylvia? What are you doing? Have you no pride? No decency?”
Sylvia pulled herself away. “No,” she stammered, twisting away from both of them. She could feel the familiar rubberiness in her knees; she wanted it. She wanted cock! And yet? She didn’t want it with two complete strangers. Where was Tod?
“Tod?” she called, turning around to look at the completely empty room. “Tod!”
“Now just where do you think he is?” Jack asked, and then answered his own question. “By now, he is in the process of fucking the hell out of my wife.”
“And mine… “ Tony added. “After all, let’s not kid one another, sweetheart. That’s why we are all on this ship, isn’t it?”
Sylvia, swaying on her feet, silently said to herself, “That may be why you two are on this ship, but Tod and I are on it for a better reason than that.” She swayed again, and it was then she realized.
with a heart-pounding dismay that the Jolly Rogue was underway. Even as her startled eyes looked out the porthole, the lights of Santa Barbara were growing smaller and fainter.
“Come on, love, sit down. We’ll not harm you,” Jack said in a hypnotic tone of voice.
And Sylvia, knowing now that she had really passed a point of no return, permitted herself to be led back to the bar. A moment later the strange hands, the strange lips, were busy again… along with her own hands, for now it seemed there were two pricks to be fondled.
Inside the deepest part of her mind, that shrill voice of conscience continued to scream its warnings to her… a voice that gradually faded until it like the lights of Santa Barbara disappeared.