Chapter 17
The red launch cut across the bay with the hiss of a serpent. The inky darkness seemed to flood into Laura's throat and her breasts, engulfing her in some depraved way until she felt like a minion of one of hell's whorehouses.
Claude was at the controls of the launch, his ascot streaming behind his thin neck, his eyes glittering with the delicious prankishness of it all.
"Maybe you shouldn't leave Stanos behind," Laura had suggested, back on shore. "He might come in handy-if something happens to the boat."
Claude's small, pursed mouth had grown firm as a nail. "I'm man enough to drive that fucking boat to China, if necessary. Stanos is good for one thing only, and you certainly know what that is."
"I didn't mean-"
"I know perfectly well what you meant. You think it would be nicer to have that huge, oily monster Stanos swings between his legs, than to have mine, don't you!"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve, Ada."
The slip from his tongue had amused Laura, and put the final cap on her carefully laid plans to seduce him. Since that very first night, over the wine, when he had told her about having been attracted to some homely little sexpot when he was thirteen, she had been at work on his weak spot. She had worked on his stupidly romantic memory of his one heterosexual moment of glory the way a dentist teases the raw nerve in one's tooth. And she had done it without arousing the least bit of suspicion in Beverly's overconfident brain.
But even now, as they were speeding out to the PEACOCK, Laura was still sorting out the final gains in her own head, much the way a conqueror who is sure of the upcoming battle thinks about the loot which will be his.
She was thinking, in short, of Eduardo. She would not only be fucked this very night by Claude, but she would be fucked by Eduardo as well. A double victory-something Beverly had never dreamed of accomplishing! And it would be the sweetest kind of revenge for all those lonely years of behaving herself while her big sister was playing the nympho behind her back!
"We're here," Claude breathed, cutting the engines and twisting the launch wheel to bring it alongside the yacht.
He clamored up the ladder ahead of her, shouting for Eduardo.
The handsome Mexican boy appeared at once, staggering a bit from drink. At the sight of him, Claude's lips curled back in a selfish grin.
"Look, Laura, the little puppy has been at a bottle of rum. Feeling sorry for himself, no doubt. Or do you suppose he is merely heartbroken at having his lover gone from him so long."
Laura saw the dark flicker of anger come into Eduardo's eyes, then slowly fade.
Claude clapped his hands together like a naughty child. "Of course, that's it! Eduardo will be our audience. I love audiences for extravaganzas like this!"
Eduardo stared at him, his beautiful face expressionless as a priest's.
"Don't look so blank, darling boy," Claude purred. "Laura and I are only going to have a nice little fuck, and I think it would intensify both our passions if you watched. Now, Laura, hie yourself to your cabin and do exactly what I told you to do. Eduardo and I will be down to join you in a moment."
When Laura reached her cabin, she took off all of her clothes and hurried into the private bathroom. She soaped the hair over her cunt and began to shave it very carefully. When she was through, the pouting mounds of her labia were slick as glass. She used a hand-mirror to examine the results from all angles. It made her smile. Men were quite right to be fascinated by the concept of the pussy, she thought. That soft, dark, meaty slit between a female's legs looked so very much like a hungry mouth. It must seem to males the perfect thing for swallowing up a stiff prick . . .
When she was satisfied that her cunt was girlish enough, she tied her hair down into pigtails. For ribbons she used two tassels from the bedspread. The results-as she noted in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door-were startling.
She looked like a grotesquely overgrown child: pigtails, pointing tits, and a mature pussy without a single hair to hide its thickish slit!
She was quite ready to be fucked.
She lay down on the cabin bunk and opened her legs wide. She knew that Claude would be watching on his closed-circuit television set to see when she was ready. And, as predicted, in a moment she heard his quick footsteps, followed by the lighter, slower footsteps of Eduardo.
They entered the cabin buck naked . . . both of them. Laura gave Claude's aging body only a glance, ignoring the small, soft prick that dangled like a cupid's thumb from his tuft of graying pubic hair, but she drank in the body of Eduardo. If anything, he was even more handsome in the nude.
"You look-scandalous," Claude grinned. "Just like Ada must have felt, at least. It's too bad I don't have a horse-cock to satisfy you with, my dear-but I do have the next best thing."
With that, Claude turned to the silent form of his erstwhile lover, and wagged his flaccid cock at him.
"Eduardo-suck me hard!"
The boy hesitated, his eyes slitted with obvious disgust for what he was being asked to do in front of Laura.
"Goddamn you," Claude hissed, "get down on your spic knees and suck me stiff!"
Still the poor boy hesitated, and then Claude struck him savagely across the jaw.
"Now suck me, you brown bitch!!"
Laura watched from where she lay, spraddled on the bunk, as the young Adonis went slowly to his knees. She saw his beautifully formed mouth open and take in the ugly, shrimp-like penis of his master. He began to suck it slowly, then finally to chew it.
The sight aroused Laura so much that her cunt throbbed!
Claude grinned, and glanced scornfully toward Laura. "You'd like to be doing that to him, wouldn't you? Everybody would. You'd be amazed at the offers I've had for his body . . . just. . . amazed . . . ahhhhh . .
Claude's prick had stiffened firmly in the warm tunnel of Eduardo's mouth. In a moment he pulled it out, glistening with saliva. It was still stubbornly small, but quite hard, though somewhat crooked at the tip.
"Now, the tickler," Claude breathed.
For the first time, Laura saw that Claude had been carrying something concealed in his hand. It was a large, round object of semi-soft rubber, with prongs and nodules all over it. Some of the prongs were three or four inches long.
"You'll love this," Claude smiled, fixing the tickler over the snubby head of his prick. "It will do more for that steamy crotch of yours than Stanos could ever do. Sit down, Eduardo. Sit and watch your lover play the butch role."
But when he turned to perform stud service, his tiny prick wilted like a flower. The tickler hung for a moment on the flagging meatus, then dropped to the floor.
Eduardo laughed.
Claude whirled at the boy, his effeminate features flushing with anger and shame. "What the shit are you laughing at, you greasy little hustler!"
Eduardo's grin held.
"Wipe that fucking smirk off your face and suck me hard again, or I'll send you back to that whore you call a mother!"
The young Mexican's smile held just long enough for him to suck in a lungful of breath between his lips and then he was on Claude.
Laura heard the sickening smack of the boy's fist being driven into Claude's flabby stomach even before she saw it. And then she saw the fist rising and falling with a pile-driver force as Claude sagged to his knees, his hands and fingers flaying the air in fury, his terrified voice screaming like a small girl's.
Eduardo was shouting curses as he kicked and smashed at his master's body. His bare feet seemed suddenly to be made of stone as they stomped at the genitals, the face, the abdomen.
Laura felt herself curling back against the bunk, but not in fear. She was, she realized, enjoying what she was seeing. She watched with the same breathless fascination that one might watch a spider attack a fly. She couldn't fathom her real feelings, for a few seconds, but when she did a sly smile pulled up the corners of her mouth. She realized who her fucker would be.
She watched as the older man seemed to become a crouched, twisted, whimpering ball of blood and bruised flesh.
Eduardo was hitting him now with a heavy lamp, cudgeling his skull, battering his teeth out, breaking his fingers and knuckles-one by one . . .
When it was quite evident that C. Phillip Conner's queer life was over, Eduardo picked him up like a sack of old meal and carried him to the porthole. He heaved him up until his head was lodged in the hole, then let him hang there like the slaughtered carcass of a cow, blood running in a stream from his anus.
Laura was still in the bunk, her sluttish legs thrown apart, her shaved cunt throbbing with excitement.
She grinned at Eduardo as he turned, his hair shaggy over his forehead, his eyes still flashing like a young bull's.
"I'm glad you did that," she whispered, hoarsely. "I wanted you to fuck me instead of him. I still want you to fuck me!"
He stood only a few feet from her, his chest heaving, his arms hanging loose at his sides, his naked body trembling from the murderous act he had just finished.
Laura let her eyes fall to his long, promising prick.
"There's nothing to stop us now," she said, icily. "We have the whole yacht to ourselves. No Beverly and no Claude. We can worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Fuck me, Eduardo. Crawl between my legs and FUCK ME!!"
He hesitated only a moment, then nodded.
"Si, gringa. Eduardo fuck you. He fuck you good!"
She watched as he stooped to pick up the tickler. Already his prick was growing stiff as stone between his legs, and she felt a little greedy thrust of desire winnow up her cunt as he adjusted the brutal tickler around the large head of his meat.
As he came savagely toward her, she lifted the trough of her loins to meet him-to grab the final prize from her sister's whoring fingers.