Chapter 14
Claude rolled the brandy in the bottom of the snifter and put it up to his thin, pursed lips. He sipped slowly, keeping his eyes narrowed on the small closed-circuit television screen just above the foot of his bed. He was watching the scene in his new guest's cabin with great interest.
Beverly had just left Laura's cabin, and now-to Claude's vast amusement-the younger sister was busy rubbing and pawing at her burning young cunt.
"Come look, Eduardo," Claude smiled. "I think you might find this highly amusing."
The young Mexican boy was lounging on the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine. He dropped it carefully and strolled across the room to where his master lay.
Claude's attention had automatically turned from what was happening on the television screen, to observe the graceful but virile stroll of his handsome young lover. Eduardo was dressed today in a pair of those white beach pants that fit snugly around the ass, and show with perfect clarity the size and shape of the male penis.
"Do you like that, Eduardo?"
He watched carefully the beautiful profile of the boy as he stared at the screen. Laura, innocently unaware that she was being observed, was still fingering her cunt, digging her fingers in deep to pacify the blazing itch the Nymphaea had induced.
"Nice, Eduardo, isn't it? Wouldn't you love to help her. And I'll bet the little heathen would crawl across the room to get fucked by you."
Even under the almond darkness of his smooth, youthful skin, the Mexican boy flushed.
"She is not pretty," Eduardo breathed.
Claude held his snifter up from his chest and cackled softly. "But my little mozo, of course she isn't pretty. Beverly is the pretty one. But don't you think that gaping pussy of hers-yearning, as the poet says, to be fulfilled-has some merit?"
"Merit?" the boy repeated.
"Yes. The word means in English, something to be proud of. Speaking solely from the aesthetic point of view, I think her little cunny is most enticing. At any rate, she's about to have it filled. Stanos is going to fuck her-if Beverly followed my directions to the letter."
"Why him?" Eduardo said, sullenly.
Claude put one limp finger out and touched the boy's firm knee. "Because he has the biggest tool on the ship, that's why. And it's lucky for you, my little charmer, that I'm not the size-queen I used to be, or it would be Stanos being showered with gold and favors, instead of you. Oh, look. I think that's our Greek horse now ..."
Both of them watched the monitoring screen as the husky sailor entered Laura's cabin. The camera had been set at the most favorable angle possible, and it missed nothing with its unemotional, electronic eye. It recorded every movement of both Laura and her helpmate in lust.
They watched as Stanos took off his tight sailor pants and T-shirt. He wore no underpants, and his huge, half-hard prick flopped out between his legs at once and hung there like a dark loaf of French bread over two man-sized and hairy balls.
"Isn't he something!" Claude breathed. "Much too marvelous to be wasted on a female's hole. Much!"
When Stanos was naked, he was the answer to a nympho's most erotic dreams. A bronzed chest tufted with black hair, heavily muscled arms and legs, an abdomen flat as a tin plate, and that satyr's cock, getting abnormally large and stiff. It stood out between his legs, in fact, like a massive horn of plenty.
It was obvious to the two viewers in the master cabin that Laura's undivided attention was being given to the size of the Greek prick. She had barely glanced at the face of the sailor-although it was a ruggedly good-looking face with hard jaws and an excellent nose. Instead, her eyes had been pools of desire, fixed magnetically on the length, thickness, stiffness of the enormous cock pointing lewdly at her.
"She's quite ready for it by now," Claude breathed, gingerly rolling the brandy once more in his glass. "My guess is she'll take him right up to his lovely balls the first stroke . . ."
But Laura had other desires-even more burning-to satisfy first.
Both Claude and Eduardo watched with frozen attention as Laura beckoned her lustful stud toward her.
When he reached Laura's side, she dug both hands into his hips and leaned her ovaled mouth forward to suck in the meatus.
"Why, the priss!" Claude gasped. "The silly coquette is a cocksucker!"
They drank in the view. Stanos stood with his beefy hands on his hips while Laura lapped and sucked away at his overgrown cock. It was more than she could handle, of course, but her cheeks bulged like an adder's as she took the better half of him. She moved her head in circles, using her tongue to taste that most forbidden of all fruits. A drool of saliva ran down her chin and caught stickily on one of Stanos' warm, brown balls.
"Greedy little bitch," Claude hummed. "But she'll soon tire of that. Stanos is not one to give up his nectar for such trifles. She could suck that monster of his for an hour and it would only get stiffer than ever. She'll wear her tongue raw, then we'll see what we paid to see-her sinning cunt fucked to a standstill!"
Nevertheless, the spectacle on the screen was too pornographic, too salacious not to have the proper effect on one of Claude's disposition. He felt his own small penis pushing violently against his fly. His moist hands fluttered against the firm shoulders of the handsome Mexican boy.
"My dear, I really must be entertained now. Do me!"
The boy turned with a barely perceptible sigh. His face was expressionless as a carved mask. Without once looking at his master's eyes, he unzipped Claude's expensive slacks and deftly searched for the short, stout penis. He pulled it out as Claude moaned appreciatively.
"That's sweet, darling," Claude breathed. "Lick it gently. Just use the tip of your sweet tongue on me. I want this to last for a very long time."
The comely boy bent his head down and dutifully began to stroke the head of the prick with just the tip of his tongue. Claude giggled, and moved his fingertips delicately into the thick black hair bending over him.
At the same time, Claude kept his eyes glued to the television set. He wanted to miss nothing that was going on there. As he had predicted, Laura was beginning to tire of one of her favorite tasks. No matter how diligently she sucked the titan between her lips, it remained as stiff as a rod of iron. In desperation, she circled both her hands around the base and began to lick the underside of the meatus with solid, wet strokes of her tongue.
"Let him fuck you, you arrogant little tart!" Claude whispered, gleefully.
As if his words had somehow carried to the other cabin, Laura broke away from her oral worship, and lay back on the bunk. At the same time, she spread her wanton legs apart until the thick lips of her pussy were open like a hairy mouth.
It was the moment Stanos had been waiting for.
He brought his hands from his hips and placed them just under her knees. Then he jacked her legs up even wider apart and rested her heels on his shoulders. One hand was now free to guide the bursting head of his outsized cock into her cunt.
Claude had a good side-angle view of the entry. He didn't dare bat an eyelash for fear of missing one of the most erotic dramas the human animal is capable of performing. Somewhere, deep inside Claude's homosexual brain, there was a faint flicker of the heterosexual, something he could not quite put his libido on, and yet very much there. Nothing excited him quite as much as to see a husky, erect prick sliding between the willing, spongy lips of a hot pussy!
Claude leaned forward a bit to watch the big, dark column of the Greek's cock move inch by inch into the doughy softness of Laura's slit, pulling back the furry ridges and stretching her cunt to capacity-and a bit beyond.
"He's going to give her a honey-fuck," Claude hissed. "Goody!"
Laura's body strained and throbbed as the immense prick split her puss slowly apart. When it was only halfway in, her heels were digging deep into his powerful shoulders. He didn't stop there, of course. With a control bordering on the superhuman, he continued to feed the long inches of his hard-on into her until the dark bush of his cockhair crushed against her pubis. His large balls hung snugly now against the thin crack of her buttocks.
He was into her all the way. Her vagina somehow had accommodated some twelve inches of rigid, male meat!
Then Stanos began to fuck her, slowly and dreamily, moving his lean buttocks in a backward and forward motion that pleasured her itching pussy as no rapid copulation could possibly do.