Liz walked right up to the set and shouldered Sam aside. Through gritted teeth, she said, “That bitch Beth. She knows the rules!” She slammed her fist down on top of the console. “Those two will wear him out.”
On the screen, Tod and Beth fought each other for mastery. Tod’s monstrous white rod drove mercilessly into the hungrily clasping pussy between the girl’s legs, while Beth’s sandals pounded at his buttocks as though she were spurring a horse onto greater effort. For comic relief there was Sally, her eyes rolling around deliriously in her head as she stood straddling Tod’s muscular leg, wantonly scraping her cuntal lips and clitoris against the back of his lower leg. Her right hand was hidden in back of her at first, but then it came into view as Tod climbed higher on Beth; abruptly everyone in the wheel house saw that Sally not only was masturbating herself on Tod’s leg, but had one long slender finger buried in Tod’s anus as well. She was madly sodomizing him in time to her own motions against his calf
“Oh, I declare,” Sara said. “They are going to use him all up.”
“Goddamn her,” Liz spat out, and found her anger doubled by the snorts of laughter from her husband. She spun on him, and a bitter sarcastic smile crossed her face. “Go ahead and laugh, you baboon. The Lord and Master of the ship may think it’s funny when dear little Beth breaks the rules, but you’ll sing a different tune when you have to slither through a tidal wave of someone else’s cum to reach the new girl.”
The amusement left Hunt’s face, to be replaced immediately by a snarl. “What in hell are you blabbering about?”
Liz gave him a tight little smile of satisfaction. She didn’t answer, merely reached over to the monitor and switched to the main salon cameras.
The screen flickered with horizontal lines, then adjusted itself to a steady glow. Liz punched a button marked “PAN”, and the camera swung from the empty round couch in front of the fireplace over toward the bar. Then the screen was filled with clasp images. First was the hunched over figure of Tony Aims who was voraciously sucking on Sylvia’s right breast while Sylvia’s fingers stroked his rampant prick. On the other side, Jack Stone was working his tongue around in Sylvia’s eager mouth, while his hand expertly played an arpeggio of stimulation on her cunt. Sylvia was eagerly massaging his cock as well. Even as they watched, Tony was easing a skimpy pair of panties down past Sylvia’s knees, aided and abetted by her.
“Jesus!” No one wasted anytime,” Sam began, and was interrupted by Hunt’s impatient shove pushing him away from the console. Hunt pushed a button on the public address system leading to the main salon and shouted into the microphone, “Goddamnit you guys, leave the cunt alone. You know the fucking rules.”
They heard Sylvia’s squeal of fright as the voice came booming powerfully out of the speakers. Jack and Tony both jumped, startled. Jack apparently knew exactly where the camera was located, for he looked directly into it and said placatingly, “Ah, Ed. We’re just tuning up the machinery, you know… “He smiled and held his hands out, palms up.
“Bullshit,” Hunt answered. “Keep your hands off her until we get to San Pablo Island. That’s a goddamned order… otherwise I’ll put you ashore there and let you figure out how in hell to get back to the mainland.” He turned to Liz and Sara. “Get your asses down there and see that they obey the rules. We’ll be at San Pablo in another twenty minutes. They can keep their fucking peckers in their pants that long.”
Sara had turned to go, but Liz grabbed her arm. “We’re not going… and to hell with you!”
“Do as I say, damnit
“Not unless you stop that horseshit in stateroom three, too.”
Hunt sighed in resignation and pushed another button on the pa. console. He took half a step back from the microphone and then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Beth! Sally! Get your asses into the main salon! Right now… You know the rules!”
The sudden booming shout from right over his head startled Shelton so badly that he thought for a second he would lose his
erection. The fright had the exact opposite effect on Beth; it triggered her orgasm, and her leather-thonged legs slapped against his buttocks and thighs with so much power that he actually felt pain. She wasn’t a screamer or moaner, she just came, and came!… and convulsed with her mouth open, making dry sucking sounds, with her eyes rolled up in her head. One of her sudden kicks outward had kicked poor Sally in the rear, and she had been thrust across the room to fall with a loud thud against the door.
Beth unwrapped her legs from Tod’s buttocks, and she lay with a smile of contentment on her face. “God, that was just what the doctor ordered.” Sally, undaunted, shook her head, and staggered to her feet. When Beth lay back, Sally impatiently slid down on the mattress beside her and reached over to pull Tod’s ripe, throbbing, and ready-to-burst prick over to her own starving cunt.
For Tod it was simply a matter of using his knees to move over about two feet. Sally never relinquished hold on his cock; she put it at the hot pulsating opening to her steaming cunt, and then reared her haunches upward. And the cock slid in with one uninterrupted movement, down, down, down into the hot fevered valley between her widespread legs. She felt completely different from Beth… hotter inside… and softer, fleshier. He made exactly six strokes when Sally began squirming uncontrollably beneath him. Her panting voice cried out the message, “I’m cumming… I’m cumming… Aiiiiieeeee..
Beth, who had turned on her side to watch them, had amusement mirrored on her face. “Just like a little rabbit, that girl!”
The public address system boomed again in the stateroom. “Sally… I’m not going to tell you again: get your ass off that bed and go to the main salon. That goes for you, too, Shelton.”
Tod merely looked up toward the speaker and said, “Fuck you, friend!” His throbbing cock was primed, and he made an effort to continue fucking into Sally. She, however, sucked in her gut and twisted out from beneath him.
“Listen,” he began angrily, “What in hell gives here?”
Beth smiled, reached out, and clasped his prick in her hand. She massaged it gently. “Don’t worry,” she crooned, “you’ll have plenty of chance to use this before the night is over. Don’t be impatient.”
And from the ceiling speaker came the snort of Hunt’s lewd laughter. “Look who’s talking about impatience. You practically raped the poor bastard.”
Beth gazed up languidly toward the camera. She made a production out of pulling her tunic down to cover her pubic area. She smiled sweetly and then hissed. “Fuck you, Ed…, baby!”
The voice came again, this time with undisguised excitement. “Yeh! You will… and I will, you bitch. I’ve got something here you’ll be begging for before the night’s over.”
“What is it? A mink coat?” She laughed sarcastically. And Sally, using Kleenex to wipe her cuntal lips, shrilly giggled.
Only Shelton, feeling the pain from the boiling white hot lava of his unreleased semen, did not laugh. It wasn’t very damned funny, he thought. He was still grousing and unhappy as hell twenty minutes later in the main salon when he heard the anchor chain rumble and rattle as the Jolly Rogue came to a dead stop in the water at a little known cove on the east side of San Pablo Island.
His unhappiness, he knew, was compounded by the expression on Sylvia’s face. There was a wantonness in her eyes, a color to her cheeks, and a certain animal-like intensity about her movements that made him realize she had been aroused to fevered pitch by something or someone. Even though it was patently ridiculous, he knew he was jealous of the man, the men, who were going to have her.
CHAPTER NINE
Although it obviously wasn’t necessary, Liz had felt the new couple should be apprised of their situation. All five couples were lounging in the main salon. Drinks had been replenished. Sam and Ed had come down from the wheel house with the announcement that the Jolly Rogue was now anchored. Over the stereo system came the sensuous hypnotic beat of Brazilian-Southern Caribbean music. Liz clapped her hands for attention and, when everyone fell silent, she said to Sylvia and Tod, “I suppose you realize that we are all members of a rather exclusive club, and you’ve been invited to join us tonight.”