Sylvia and Tod both nodded their heads.
Liz continued, “Do you have any idea what kind of a club this is?”
Sylvia looked at Tod, and Tod laughed. Sylvia grinned in a friendly fashion and answered, “I have a feeling that this club is like our club in Pebble Beach. We swing, we swap up there.”
A vast sigh of relief swept the room, and everyone began talking at once. Liz smiled in satisfaction. “Well, then, so much for that. I will turn the floor over to the Captain, who will explain the evening’s program.”
Ed stood up importantly and held up his hands, “No applause, please.” Laughter. “You’ve all heard about the girl we had aboard the Rogue last month. Here’s a ditty to mark that historic occasion. Ready?” He hummed a tune, then began singing off-key: “Oh, there was a young lady named Bid; Who, while fuckin’, fell o’er the side; One could tell by her squeals; That those wiggly ole eels; Had discovered a warm place to hide.”
When the laughter died down, Sam cackled, “With a voice like that, you ought to be on the stage… there’s one leaving for El Paso in ten minutes. Be on it!”
This old gag brought groans of dismay from the group, the loudest predictably coming from Ed. Hunt turned to his audience and shook his head sadly, “A funny thing happened to poor Sam en route to the brain bank.
Sylvia listened to the good natured banter with only part of her mind: the other part was thinking with considerable astonishment that anyone dropping in unexpectedly on this group would think it consisted simply of ten people having a cocktail party and making small talk. Twenty minutes before, when the great booming voice had interrupted Jack and Sara’s activities with her, she had felt the heat of her own arousal. That impatient heat had gradually faded, to be replaced by a vague restlessness. She was still damp between her thighs, and the fires were still tightly banked down there. She glanced around the room; she wasn’t the only one who was becoming restless. Liz Hunt’s pearl lacquered fingernails drummed impatiently on the back of the couch. Sara was almost imperceptibly rubbing her thighs together as she looked in undisguised lust at Tod.
And abruptly, the waiting was over. Hunt’s good-natured introduction had ended and he got down to business. “Okay, Tod, Sylvia. Our club has the same rules as most of the other swap organizations have. The first part of the evening, the regular male members get to initiate your wife… while the regular female members initiate you. Males in the main salon here; females in stateroom two. It’s now eight-fifteen. We all meet back here in an hour and a half for dinner. After dinner we have a general meeting with everyone here in the main salon. Any questions, anyone?” No one spoke up, and Ed nodded, satisfied. “Okay, then. Strip.”
For the first time, Sylvia felt an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment sweep through her body. She gazed around her, but nothing she saw did anything to alleviate her own uncertainty. The women had begun peeling off clothes; Sylvia noticed that she was the only person in the room who had worn undergarments. Now, as trousers dropped, it seemed as though a whole forest of rising penises had suddenly sprung up. Sylvia tried not to look, but it was impossible. Five cocks were all too evident, each of them different… three already at full erection, and two slowly rising like artillery guns. She blinked as she suddenly realized that she was the only one still with any clothes on; the other women were gazing at her expectantly. The men looked hungrily at her… all except Tod, who was staring in amusement at her.
Sylvia unbuttoned her sweater and pulled it off She made a big thing out of looking for her zipper, and she kept her eyes fastened on it as she pulled it down… not wanting to look at anyone or anything. She took off her slacks and carefully folded them over the back of a chair. She heard a low growl in Jack’s throat as he gazed rapturously at the embroidered rose covering her vaginal area. Quickly then, she slid down the panties and stepped out of them. And a moment later, her full firm breasts were freed. She stood completely nude, defenseless, encircled by nine people, all staring at her.
Sam said, in a hoarse tone of voice, “Goddamn, Ed… look at that beautiful, fantastic ass.”
Sylvia knew she was blushing. Tony had said nothing, but he continually licked his lips as though he were tasting and evaluating a rare wine.
“Okay, Shelton. Take your harem and go,” Hunt said, jerking his head toward the passageway leading to the staterooms. He turned back to Sylvia and grinned lewdly, “Well, baby. You ready for your initiation?… into the Jolly Rogue Society?”
Sylvia, feeling apprehensive, glanced toward the passageway, but even as she looked, Tod’s broad shoulders and muscular bare buttocks were disappearing into an open stateroom door midway down the corridor. Beth stood at the salon door, looking questioningly at Sylvia; then she threw her head back, laughed, and shut the door.
Something akin to terror was beginning to come over Sylvia… What was she doing here? Nude! With four strangers, four men who had encircled her as though she were a trembling, helpless doe that had been tracked down by a savage pack of hungry wolves. They were closing in now. She jumped as though she had been touched with a live wire when Sam lovingly stroked one cheek of her supple buttocks.
“Don’t be jumpy,” Jack said.
“Maybe she’s goosey,” Sam suggested, then wormed his middle finger into the crevice between her buttocks. Sylvia jumped again, and this time all four men laughed cruelly at her. Hunt stood right in front of her, his burning eyes like spotlights moved up and down her body. And he said, in a lust-contorted voice as he thoughtfully stroked his salami chub-like cock, “Baby, you were made for fucking, and you’re going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Humiliated and biting her lips in shame, Sylvia stood with downcast head, as Jack reached forward and used his thumb and forefinger to part her vaginal lips, “That is eating pussy, if I’ve ever seen it.”
Hunt nodded his head. “I agree. Maybe we should all try a little.” He took Sylvia by the arm and pulled her over to the round divan in front of the fireplace. Time for your initiation, baby,” he said. “Lie down.”
Sylvia hesitated, and found herself being forced down on the divan. From then on, everything happened so fast. She heard Hunt order, “Get a couple of pillows and put them under her ass.” Then Jack grabbed the left arm and stretched it out from her body; simultaneously, Tony had taken her right arm and extended it. She tried to struggle, but her efforts were fruitless. “What? What are you doing?” she asked, frightened, as she felt leather straps being placed around her wrists.
Hunt put two hands under her buttocks and lifted them so Sam could put the pillows in place.
“What are you doing?” she demanded in a loud voice.
Only then did Hunt deign to answer her question. He stared down at her, and his face was infused with a hot, implacable lust that was akin to cruelty. “We won’t hurt you. This is the initiation.” He nodded his head, and Sylvia felt her ankles grabbed and pulled apart.
“No…” she whimpered, and then said louder as she felt the leather straps being put around each ankle, “No! I’ve changed my mind.” It was too late, and she knew it. She was spread-eagled, a prisoner on the divan; her legs were wide apart, her defenseless, trembling loins and nakedly exposed vagina raised in the air like an exhibit completely exposed.
“God, what a beautiful, delectable pussy,” Tony said in obvious awe as he stared down at her.
“Please,” she pleaded. “Not this way. I don’t want to… please?”
“Come on,” Hunt snarled, “you’re acting like a shit-scared goddamned, high school kid.”
Jack glanced over toward Ed and smirked, “If anyone would know what one looks like, you ought to.”