Chapter 6

And now, Brim begins fucking her in the ass.

Slowly at first, the movement within her the faintest rhythmic stirrings of the huge monster, she feels those initial tinglings of arousal, every nerve ending in her rectum stimulated by the slight motion, so stretched, so filled is she.

And now, as Brim begins to lengthen his stroke, just so do the feelings within her intensify.

And here is a completeness and a lascivious intimacy she had not thought possible in this situation.

Not at all the sheer physical feat, the minor accomplishment of a bedroom athlete, this.

Like her previous experience in this particular sexual activity.

Rather, it seems to her natural and without strain.

As though her ass hole is truly an alternative sexual organ.

As though it is of equal rank and importance to her sex life as her cunt.

So that here then is yet another aspect of that truth which her body is so expert at seeking out and reconfirming.

Of course, the boys with whom she did it did not have all that much experience.

But Brim obviously does.

As he continues to lengthen his stroke.

Until soon, very soon, he is ass fucking her full bore.

And Cindy is loving every minute of it.

She is riding high, Brim's anal onslaught propelling her onward and upward.

And now, Samantha gets on her back and deftly insinuates herself between Brim's legs, from behind.

So that now she is looking up at Cindy's cunt, the joy buzzer pushed forward by the pressure of Brim's mighty thruster from within.

And Samantha's tongue reaches up, out of her mouth, the tip of it making contact with the protruding clit, already being stimulated from within by Brim's action.

So that now, they are all three involved in the scene.

As Cindy continues to receive her double stimulation.

As Brim gets his balls licked, Samantha alternating between them and Cindy's clit.

And now, Brim's piston action redoubles.

He is going all out, slamming into her ass again and again, only his hands on her hips preventing her going off balance and collapsing forward.

Yes, yes, yes! Cindy is shouting within herself.

This is it!

This is as good as it gets, no question!

And yet, even as she thinks this, it gets better and better.

As sensation builds upon sensation under the double stimulation of the Steeles.

As she rises through level after level of lascivious, thorough arousal.

Because the emotion is not tenuous, is not intermittent or forced.

Rather, it is there within her, there to excess, and growing by the moment.

So that she is getting hotter and hotter.

So that she is continuing to rise toward her peak, faster and faster.

As Samantha continues to service her from below, now twiddling her joy buzzer with the tip of her tongue, now tongue fucking her.

So that Cindy has never been so well, so thoroughly attended.

This is her first experience of two on one and a delightful one indeed she finds it.

And where else, when else would such a combination as this be possible?

So that Brim has not lied to her, has not oversold what he has to offer her.

This is indeed better than things could possibly have been for her back home.

And her parents were right and she was wrong, although in a way they would never have understood.

And concerning which she has no intention of enlightening them.

None whatsoever.

For one thing, that would be literally impossible.

Because you sort of have to be here.

Only the Steeles can be said to understand.

And even then, their understanding is done, naturally enough, in their terms rather than hers.

Because, to them, this may very well be optional.

Sure, Brim has talked about his hunger being similar to hers.

But she doubts that this is the case.

Because, if it were, then he would have many more sex partners available to him than is presently the case.

She would if she were in his shoes, she knows. Unless.

Unless Brim is in fact feeling the effects of his age.

So that he is forced to substitute a bit of quality for the quantity which, in his youth, he was no doubt accustomed to having available.

And to servicing as ably as even now he is servicing Samantha and herself.

She would like to believe that Brim understands and somehow respects her sex drive.

She would like to believe that Samantha is similarly driven as well.

So that there should be this bond between them, they being kindred spirits and all.

And perhaps they really are.

At least, at the moment this is certainly true.

Although it could be that this whole thing is merely an elaborate diversion for them, a time apart, and not the centerpiece of their lifestyle, as they would have her believe.

So that she will not feel like a tag-along.

Taking care of the neighbor's kid, that sort of thing.

But she detects no condescension here, no mere tolerance.

Rather, there is an obvious, one might say a blatant desire, an eagerness to serve her in this most important of ways.

And she believes that it is sincere.

But is it, despite Samantha's earlier indications, merely a matter of playing hard in order that they, or at least Brim, can work all the harder, his mind clear, his body satisfied?

But then, there was that call from Paris.

And Brim certainly did not treat it lightly or hastily, did not see fit to brush it off, cutting to the chase, straightening Leon's ass out and slamming the phone down.

Rather, he seemed to give it the same deep-seated attention, the same intensity and care he is even now giving Cindy.

In and out, in and out he shafts, looking down as he leans back.

So that he can see the action of his cock, as the long, thick meat piston shafts steadily in and out of Cindy's ass hole, now become a smooth, perfectly rounded mouth which sucks his cock as he withdraws, which devours it as he lunges forward.

As Samantha continues her attentions down below.

So that Cindy is being doubly serviced, doubly stimulated, all the way.

All the way, she realizes, is where they are headed.

Because there will be no sudden let-up, no shifting of positions to break up the action, to prolong it, to interrupt her steady rise up the rainbow of her arousal.

No, just as they are, so shall they be, all the way home.

And this realization causes Cindy to relax her mind completely.

So that she deliberately allows herself to become dizzy, disoriented.

Because Brim will support her, will not let her fall.

And Samantha beneath them will keep her at just the right level, her hands on Cindy's thighs, as she eats her cunt.

As Brim redoubles his efforts, going faster and faster.

And she can feel his heat, the intensity of it, the dampness of it over her, behind her, as he breaks his sex sweat.

And still he plows on and on, a man driven, a man exquisitely, irresistibly compelled to fuck on and on, his movements effortless, even though he pants with his unheeded exertion.

Yes, there is nothing he cannot do with her.

He could go on and on like this forever, he tells himself.

He could give her some kind of record ride, in both quality and duration.

The quality is assured by his superb equipment.

And, as to the duration, well, since he is expending no energy, why not?

Except that he is.

Except that it is his lust which shields him from the realization that his body is actually working quite hard.

But the body knows.

It knows how to convince the brain that it is time to leave go, to allow the body to complete its natural function.

It knows how—and when.

Because, at a certain point in his arousal, the body forces the brain's surrender, forces it with just that extra increment of lascivious sensation to give way.

And to sit back, relax, and enjoy the remainder of the ride.

As the body seeks its own level of activity, in response to the flood of sexual feelings which have inundated it, permeated it, swept it away on the crest of the tidal wave of pleasure.

So that now, Brim is suddenly coming, before even he himself is aware of it.

As that next wave of pleasure reveals itself for what it really is.

The pleasure beyond pleasure.

The ultimate pleasure the best feeling the body is capable of experiencing, that pleasure which overwhelms the senses and transports the body.

And Cindy too feels the same complex of sensations.

Because the injection of his thick, hot jism into her bowels has combined with Samantha's relentless attentions to create that slight increment of pleasure which is sufficient to push her off from the summit of her capacity for pleasure.

So that here, now, with Brim's cock, with Samantha's tongue, she is being transported once more to the realm of her private sexual paradise.

As the intimate communication between cock and cunt and tongue reaches new heights of mutual, if strictly physical understanding.

As Cindy and Brim come and come, her multiple orgasms seeming to have taken on a new dimension.

As her rectum joins her vagina in the spasms of her climaxes, one after another, in counterpoint to Brim's injections.

So that her ass is milking Brim's cock of all the pleasure it holds for her, even as her cunt clings to and squeezes Samantha's tongue.

Until, at last, her orgasms quiet down in intensity, then subside.

And she floats slowly back down to earth.

As Samantha slides out from under them.

So that Cindy is free to go flat.

And Brim is free to ride her, all the way down, cock fully inserted, still fully charged with the blood of his passion, not yet begun to revert whence it came in response to that call which must be answered.

So that now, Brim is atop her, is up her ass, is sweating on her as, suddenly drained, his body resists all desire for further movement.

So that he lies there, panting and sweating, recovering breath and temperature, as his cock slowly detumesces in her rectum.

Until the peristaltic action of her bowels expels him.

And now, he gets up off of her.

And says, "You ladies may have the shower first."

They accept.

"Well, tell me the truth, Cindy," Samantha says, "how was he?"

"Fabulous."

"But then, you both were—are."

"How very kind of you."

"So tell me: Ever done it with more than one person at the same time before?"

"Never."

"Think it's something that you could go for in a big way?"

"Definitely!"

"Then in that case, I can promise you a most interesting day tomorrow."

"Looking forward to it, Samantha."

"You'll not be disappointed."

And they complete their showers, emerging to find Brim fast asleep in the middle of the bed.

"You seem to have done a great job relaxing him," Samantha comments.

"Too great, apparently," Cindy qualifies.

"Oh, no. He's been like that more and more lately. Superman before and afterward limp as a wet rag."

"And not with just you and I, with—everybody."

"Everybody?"

"Other voyages, other cities, other times and places, other people, my dear."

"Oh."

But, inwardly, Cindy is disturbed.

And she wonders if her trip with them is not, after all, a mere interlude, a sideshow, and one which they will scarcely remember, once it's over.

That is certainly not what she wants, but what can she do about it, if that is the case?

She doesn't know at the moment, but she feels compelled to work on it.

For now—

"Let's not disturb him, dear," Samantha continues. "We can sleep together in your cabin."

"Fine with me."

And Samantha puts on a bathrobe, while Cindy puts on her slacks, carrying the rest of her ensemble du soir with her, boobs exposed, as she and Samantha go to her room, where they promptly strip and get into bed.

And fall asleep in each others' arms, their big jugs intertwined, pressing voluptuously against one another.

They wake up in the same position.

"Well," Samantha says, "I had best be getting back to my own cabin and see how Brim is doing."

"I shall have to chide him for pooping out on us, too."

"Oh, I don't think you have to do that, Samantha."

"After all, his performance was greater than most of the others I've been with, and his equipment definitely outclasses theirs."

"Yes, well, nevertheless, I feel that he should have stayed awake at least long enough to clean himself up so that the three of us could have slept together."

Cindy shrugs.

"There'll be other nights, Samantha."

"Ah yes. But that one is gone forever."

Cindy can't fight logic like that.

"You see, my dear, we live moment by moment."

"And a moment once past can never be recalled."

"And Brim blew a whole night, did he not?"

"Well, most of it, I suppose."

"Exactly. Unforgivable, really."

"Well. Must dash. See you for breakfast up on deck."

And, whirling her bathrobe around as she dons it over her voluptuous curves, Samantha leaves the cabin.

And Cindy wonders if Samantha is as critical of Brim to his face as she is behind his back.

And if such criticism is sincere, genuine, or merely for effect, done in order to see if Cindy will say anything or what her reaction will be.

Or both.

Because, surely, on some level of awareness and sensitivity, there is a point at which she must view Cindy as a kind of rival.

The fact that Brim sees fit to look elsewhere, other than to Samantha exclusively for the satisfaction, the fulfillment of his sexual needs must bring with it a sense of incompleteness or inadequacy on the part of Samantha.

Or must it?

Is there marriage as genuinely open as it seems, or not?

Perhaps it really is.

Not for himself has Brim engaged all these hunks for crew.

And certainly, based on last night, Samantha is, by any standard, more woman than he requires, all by herself.

Brim is many things, but in his prime is not one of them.

So that there is the question of Samantha's satisfaction as well as Brim's.

What if?

What if Samantha's appetite requires the constant attentions of more than one man?

Perhaps that is why she was so diligent in sounding out Cindy on how she feels about sex with more than one person at a time.

That could very well be standard fare for Samantha.

So that she is in search of a kindred spirit on that specific score.

And if so, Cindy tells herself, she need look no further.

Because Cindy is up for it.

At least, she thinks she is.

And, if she enjoys cock up her ass and down her throat as well as in her pussy, which is clearly the case with her, then it follows that she should enjoy having it all three ways at once, if that is what Samantha has in mind.

And taking a salami the size of Brim's up the ass has given her heightened sexual confidence in herself.

So that she feels as though she is ready for anything.

Especially while she is a part of this world within and above the rest of the world.

Because it's magic time, the time between, the time that doesn't count.

Except that, right now, it counts very much to Cindy.

And the loss of it would be, frankly, devastating.

Because how much is a person supposed to be able to be at risk to lose before she says, "Enough! I can't, I won't let this happen!"

No, this is definitely the life for her.

Not to flaunt in front of others, at least not the sexual aspect of it, but to have, to live.

Because any other pales by comparison with it.

This is the better way, the better life, the only life for herself, if she has anything to say about it.

Mom, Dad, she thinks, this is all your fault!

They should never, never! have let her get this much of a taste of the Steeles and their lifestyle.

Still, how could they know?

Stupid, really, of them to have accepted the Steeles' invitation on her behalf without knowing more about them.

But here again, what's there to know?

That they are fabulously wealthy, that they have this fantastic vessel, and that they have plenty of room to accommodate a guest.

What parent wouldn't jump at the chance to have their only child receive that which they are unable to give her themselves?

So that, in a way, they were asserting their adequacy by practically forcing her to make this trip.

Because this is their way of telling her that, okay, so they did not reach the top rung of the socio-economic ladder. So what?

They at least managed to come close enough to those who are to arranges something like this.

Which means that, with only a slight broadening of the category, upper crust, a teensy weensy lowering of the standards for qualifying, they actually have arrived.

Because, surely, using Cindy as a link, this will bring them closer to the Steeles.

And face it, Cindy tells herself, the old homestead is certainly enough of a mansion that they don't have to be ashamed to have the Steeles over for the old thank you cocktails and dinner.

Cook may not be a cordon bleu, but she does have some inimitable specialties, designed to impress the most discerning palates.

And now, joining them for breakfast, she greets them, telling Brim, "I trust you slept well."

"Oh please," he says, dabbing his mouth with a linen napkin, "not you too!"

"Really, I must apologize."

"Believe me, it wasn't the company."

"Well, in a way it was, I suppose, but strictly in a complimentary mode."

"A lesser person would have been less satisfying, right?"

"Very well put, Brim dearest," Samantha says.

"Thank you, my dear, I thought so myself, with all due modesty."

"Modesty has never been one of your faults, dear," Samantha says. "But then, who can blame you?

"After all, we have so little to be modest about."

And the three of them chuckle.

And Cindy thinks, a few days ago, she would have sneered inwardly at such complacency.

And now, she sees how wrong she would have been to have done so.

Because this is the ultimate degree of achievement.

The Steeles have arrived where the overwhelming bulk of humanity can never hope to go, to be.

And they have every right to feel and think as they do, and to be as they are.

And Cindy only wishes she were qualified to be just like them.

The Steeles have just gained a fan club of one, so far as Cindy is concerned.

And she sees how immature, how overly simplified were her former views of her own needs.

To get laid, and thereby satisfy that obsessive inner hunger.

But she sees very clearly now that she has mistaken a part for the whole.

And it is, admittedly, a very essential part.

But a part nonetheless.

She cannot believe the flea-bag motels she has been in.

This vessel doesn't belong on the same planet with them.

And yet, back then, she thought she was having the greatest good time ever.

That's right, she tells herself, and just think how much simpler life would be if you still felt that way.

But she doesn't.

And probably can't, not ever again.

Because it is one thing to realize in the abstract that there is an elite, a select happy few who lead a paradisiacal life here on earth.

But it is quite another to see it work in the real world, with the real world, and above the real world, all at one and the same time.

Because, face it, she tells herself, you are no longer able to dismiss the Steeles as effete snobs.

For one thing, they have gone beyond even snobbery.

To the point that they are not only free to look down on the rest of the world, they are free to ignore it completely, if they so desire.

And there are very few indeed who have such an option available to themselves.

So that Cindy, seeing wealth and status in action, experiences a lump of longing in her throat at the sight.

Because she knows that, as of right now, she is not, never can or will be a part of all this, except here and now, her presence the result, not of any designs on her part, but rather that of Brim's consummate lechery.