Chapter 7
"I promised Cindy a special treat today," Samantha informs Brim. "I rather thought the two of us could sit back and relax while the child disports herself in a manner most suited to her nature."
"Give you a chance to recover still further, at the same time."
"Ah, but what if I should find myself becoming inspired at the goings on, m'dear?" Brim asks, raising and lowering his eyebrows lecherously.
"Then, my dear, I would suggest that you put a sock in it or tie a knot in it, depending on which orifice or organ you are drooling from at the moment," Samantha replies drily.
And Cindy thinks, she has gone too far this time.
But Brim finds this casually amusing, laughing lightly at her remark.
"I leave it to you, my dear," Brim says, turning to Cindy, placing a hand on her wrist, "if I should find myself suddenly inspired at the sight of your activities, should I not be free to break in and snatch you away to my bed, there to have my way with you?"
"Uf!" Samantha says, waving a deprecating hand at Brim, as though finding the suggestion utterly disgusting.
"You could do that," Cindy says, "but the very fact that you would be inspired implies that whatever is going on is well worth seeing."
"If and when you interrupt, you could very well be cheating yourself out of something you wouldn't really want to miss."
"And, while it's true that I'm available to you at any time, for that very reason, it seems to me, you wouldn't want to interfere, if what's happening is truly ... inspiring."
Brim looks from one to the other.
And bursts out laughing.
"This is amazing, you know?" he says. "With, with, well never mind with what I have at my disposal, but with all that I have available to me, my absolute freedom of action unconditionally guaranteed, I still can be manipulated by the likes of you two."
"Well, it does seem to make perfect sense to me, dear," Samantha says.
"Of course it does!" Brim responds. "That's just the problem, don't cha see?
"If the logic were flawed, I'd see right through it.
"No question.
"But it obviously is not flawed, is, au contraire, air tight, as they say."
"And therefore, what's a guy supposed to do, except go along and watch, even if it drives him crazy, just watching?"
"Alas, poor Brim," Samantha says, mocking. "The lecher's lament.
"Can't watch and do at the same time."
"Poor baby."
"Ah well," Brim sighs, resignedly, "you accept these things and you live with them."
They laugh.
But inwardly, Cindy is not laughing.
Because Brim is obviously just kidding.
The Steeles are the last who have to live with, have to accept anything not to their liking.
Ridiculous, it would be, in their position, to tolerate for one second even that which they find merely annoying.
"Well," Samantha says, "shall we get ready for pool side?"
And they go to their cabin, Cindy to hers.
Where she changes into her string bikini.
Not, she tells herself, not that she will end up wearing even that, if what she thinks is about to happen does in fact ensue.
And now, wearing only the bikini, platform sandals and sunglasses, towel in hand, she heads for the pool deck.
Where the Steeles are already waiting, reclining in their deck chairs, Samantha topless, both their bronzed bodies gleaming with sunscreen, smiling balefully at her, their appearance somehow sinister, behind their dark glasses.
And they lean back in their chairs, obviously waiting for something.
And Cindy notices a mat spread on the deck, thickly quilted beneath its waterproof fabric covering.
The water in the pool looks most inviting.
So Cindy takes advantage of it, depositing her towel on the chair beside Samantha's, along with her sunglasses, kicking out of her sandals and diving in at once.
And now she does laps, her stroke smooth and even, cleaving the water evenly up the middle, in solitary splendor.
Which does not last long.
Because three burly crew members suddenly appear on deck, naked, their big cocks flopping heavily as they walk.
And Cindy, seeing them, is glad that Bill is among them.
As, one after the other, they join her in the pool.
And Bill is the first to touch her, coming up behind her, cupping her ample breasts in both hands, kneading and fondling them as he whispers in her ear, "Glad we could get together again so soon."
"Me too," she replies.
And Bill removes her skimpy halter and throws it onto the edge of the pool.
And now, a second sailor swims up behind them, submerging, removing her bikini bottoms and tossing them onto the deck as he comes up for air.
Only to go under again.
So that he can swim behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass and quickly rim her ass hole under the water, the tip of his tongue probing briefly inside her.
And now, the third man also plunges beneath the surface, focusing his oral attentions on her pussy, which he probes deeply with his thrusting tongue.
So that Cindy finds herself being aroused three ways, right there in the pool.
And Bill continues to knead her breasts, thumbing the nipples to full, rubbery erection, as the other two circle them like sharks, submerging again and again in order to service her briefly with their tongues, fore and aft.
As the Steeles watch through opaque lenses, smiling faintly.
As Cindy's face and breasts begin to flush with the engorgement of incipient arousal.
The three sailors seem quite good at this.
As Bill's attentions become more and more intimate, so that now he too circles around in order to suck on the doorbells of her nipples as well as continue to manipulate her big boobs, wet and slippery now, but all the more thrilling to handle for that very reason.
So that now, he too is becoming aroused, along with the other two, his big hard-on fucking the water as he moves.
As are the other two, their shark-like circumnavigations becoming faster and faster, their pauses to "feed" longer, more intense.
And now, they lead her slowly to the shallow end of the pool.
And Bill, standing sideways on the steps, offers her a hand out of the water.
But she reaches down and uses his erection as a handle.
They all laugh.
And Cindy and the three studs, huge ramrods hobbling stiffly before them, advance to the large pad which is so conveniently spread before the Steeles.
And Cindy, not bothering to dry herself, lies down on her back.
At once, Bill is straddling her body, his prick in her face, as one of the other studs dives onto her muff, there to continue the work so ardently begun in the water.
Except that now he need not come up for air.
As he twiddles her joy buzzer with his flickering tongue.
As he shafts his tongue in and out of her hot, drooling cunt.
As he fucks her with his tongue now, repeatedly thrusting and retracting the talented, muscular appendage.
So that now, her clit is being stimulated both ways, even as she sucks Bill's cock.
And suck it she is.
Except that she need not do very much of the work.
Because Bill is literally fucking her in the face now.
As his hips pump steadily, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth.
So that she need only vacuum her cheeks as he pulls back and receive him as he thrusts forward, in regular sequence.
But this does not continue for very long.
Because suddenly, Bill dismounts.
And lies beside her on the mat.
And she, understanding at once what is expected, gently shoves her cunt lapper's face away from her twat.
And straddles Bill's waiting body, he holding his prick erect, thus confirming the correctness of her action.
And now, she squats above his rampant pole, taking it away from him with one hand, feeding it into herself, up, up, up into her eager pussy.
As she settles down on him, knees resting on the thick pad on either side of him.
And the one who, moments before, had been eating her pussy now switches his attentions to her ass hole as he crouches behind her, between Bill's flatly spread legs.
And begins rimming her at once, her big ass hole protruding farther than ever, thanks to the pressure of Bill's big boinker inside her vagina.
So that he has an excellent target to suck and chew.
And he takes full advantage of this as Cindy leans foreward over Bill, breasts hanging, huge and pendulous in his face.
So that Bill can easily reach up with both hands and feed himself the big glands, one at a time, while continuing to knead both of them.
Yes! Cindy cries out to herself, in her exhilaration. Yes, yes, yes!
This is the thrill, the feeling she needs, the one she constantly craves!
And it is more than Bill's fucking and the other guy rimming her.
They are at the heart of it, of course, but there is more, much more.
Above and beyond this action and the stimulation it is generating, there is the ship and the sunny sky above and the blue sea all around them.
It is all, all! a part of it.
It is all what she was looking for, what she has been hungering for, without even realizing it until now.
She thought she was complete before.
She thought that all she had to do was fuck and the rest would come to her all by itself—the contentment, the relief, the inner peace.
This is what she thought.
She was wrong.
Because now she knows that there was so much missing, so much that she was missing.
And yes, it did bother her, without her understanding what it was, this uneasiness that lurked constantly in the background, that abated only during actual climax, only to return at once with the return of the mind's control, surrendered back from the body, once she was finished.
So that, in the midst of the deepest contentment, it was there, the vague, nameless dissatisfaction, that faint comer of the itch that did not get scratched.
And now, the sailor behind her is inserting a saliva-lubed finger up her ass.
And it goes ever so much easier if she ceases the rotating motion of her hips and raises them slightly, using knees and hands for leverage.
And letting him delve in, in, into her, all the way to the last knuckle, before she settles back down on Bill, all the way.
And resumes this rotary motion.
Which reams her pussy with his rigid ramrod again and again, each rotation a fresh thrill of sexual electricity, sweeping over her, surging through her, adding to the thrill, the excitement of the previous rotation.
So that now, her arousal is building and building within her, ever novel, ever familiar.
But this new context, this having a whole glorious, sunshine-filled world, the open, bracing sea air, the ocean itself with her, a part of it all, seems to add a tingle within the tingle, a thrill on top of the thrill.
How beautiful, how complete it all is! Cindy thinks.
Because a whole world has been turned into a sexual playground for her.
And now, the sailor behind her pulls his finger out, wetting his knob with saliva as he rests his buttocks on his heels, his cock springing, huge and hard, from his lap.
And he leans forward, guiding his knob toward its target, his dry hand encircling Cindy's ass hole, thus clearly announcing his intentions.
And Cindy, just as she did before to accommodate the finger, raises her hips.
And Bill can feel the bottom of his buddy's erection, inch for inch, as it enters her, on the bottom of his underside of his own cock, through the narrow membrane of body tissues which separate the two rampant invaders.
So that now, as she settles back down on Bill's shaft, Cindy has never felt so completely filled in her whole life.
And now, she tries a few tentative rotations.
It works!
Fully filled she is, fore and aft, with vibrant cock.
So that the voice which cries out its need within her is answered for the first time with a chorus.
Or at least a duet.
And only one thing is needed to make it a trio.
And—there it is!
As the third sailor is on his knees in front of her, above Bill's head.
And she takes the head of his magnificent monster into her mouth at once.
And yes and yes and yes to cock and cock and cock! she thinks.
In her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth, it fills her, long and thick and vibrant.
She can feel it, she can taste and see it, she can suck it with every orifice of her body.
Because it's here, it's there, it's everywhere now, for her.
In this most perfect of worlds, she knows at last what it is to get a perfect fuck.
And she sees that she was wrong to limit herself in her thinking to a single cock at a time.
It will do well enough, she supposes, especially if it is big like Brim's, but why should she be so restricted, except out of practical necessity?
And to think, she didn't want to go on this cruise!
Really, she should start listening to her parents more often.
Yeah, right.
Like they know what's going on.
Her parents know nothing, not even what they think they do.
About anything, she adds.
Because this is not their world.
This is not any world they could even imagine.
Rather, this is the world as it should be, at least for Cindy.
Anything less is, well—less.
And now, she deliberately makes herself dizzy and disoriented, taking herself out of focus.
So that there is only here and now.
And it will last forever and ever, world without end, amen.
Because there is nothing, nothing, nothing she lacks, at the moment.
All is complete, all is fulfilled for her and with her and in her.
She reigns supreme here, and of her kingdom she wants no end.
So that she could be free to go on and on, just like this.
As the man behind her begins to hump, even as she continues to rotate.
So that she slows down her circulating hips.
So that she can feel the fucking motion up her ass growing stronger and stronger.
As the man servicing her ass picks up speed.
Which makes her hotter and hotter.
So that now she sucks the cock in her mouth more and more ardently.
And now, she picks up her speed of rotation again.
So that all four of them are becoming more and more aroused, building toward climax.
And now, like skyrockets within her, the men begin to come.
And the man in her ass starts it.
Which is exactly the additional stimulation that Bill needs to go over the top himself.
Which in turn generates still more pleasure within Cindy, the spurts of Bill's discharge alternating with that of the man behind her.
Which inspires her to redouble her cocksucking of the man before her.
Which in turn sets him off.
And the three-way sperm injection is just what Cindy needed.
As her series of multiple orgasms comes over her full force.
As she comes and comes, seeming to match all three cocks, spurt for spurt.
So that all four of them share the same sexual paradise.
So that they zoom and soar together through a rosy empyrean of absolute pleasure, of pleasure beyond pleasure, of the ultimate pleasure.
Here, beneath the azure dome of the real sky of the real world, itself put to an unreal use by Cindy's need.
And yes, it is her need which has created this situation, that and that alone.
She has requisitioned, has commandeered from the world that which she needed.
The Steeles?
This ship?
These sailors?
And the sky and the sea and the sun?
All, all! are here for her use.
And beside her, outside her, without her, they have no function!
They become pieces of an absurdity, useless, meaningless.
They become part of the bullshit world, of the excess of that which is and has no reason for being, no function in reality beyond that of its own perpetuation.
Because, Cindy tells herself, she, she! is the center of this universe, its driving force.
She is that which sustains it.
And without her, whatever else they may think they are, other than a part of this world, her world, they are nothing, nothing, nothing.
But these thoughts are all a part of the dizzy whirl of a mind disconnected from its body, able only to realize the experiences, the sensations which the body is undergoing.
As twinge after twinge of sexual transport wipes out even these megalomaniacal, ejaculatory assertions.
As her need is fulfilled, her craving satisfied, and this in depth.
Because now, as she floats back down to earth, surrounded by prime but flagging male beef, their sexual sweat intermingling, Cindy does not know that dull throbbing of dissatisfaction, of incompleteness, of vague depression which customarily accompanies her aftermaths.
No, there is only that sense of accomplishment she usually has, but unadulterated, having no shadows clouding the sunshine of her contentment.
She has done it in stereo and three dimensions, as they say at the movies.
And she sees the Steeles' sunglassed visages, grinning in the background, reminding her of nothing so much as the audience at a 3D movie which has only just ended.
So that they still have their special glasses on.
And she would not be surprised to see them applaud.
And yet, even in the midst of all three men, Bill and her ass fucker still connected, only the one she was sucking having fallen to one side, she sees the cod-piece of Brim's string bikini tenting massively, tufts of pubic hair showing in the gaps at the sides now.
And she comes to a decision.
Which is also part of the solution to the problem of keeping her hooks in this situation when the cruise has ended.
She will simply make herself indispensable to Brim.
She will see to it that she is just too good for him to live without, on a permanent basis.
And she doubts that Samantha will cause any difficulty for her in this regard.
Because Samantha has certainly shown herself to be a far from disinterested party when it comes to Cindy's sexual favors.
And an absent Cindy is unavailable to her, whereas one who is present will obviously be amenable to whatever Samantha desires.
Why not?
Perhaps Samantha isn't the exact same model of hot number as Cindy, but nevertheless, she is still hot, hot, hot.
And hot needs hot.
Otherwise, all that heat has no place to go.
And Cindy certainly knows the feeling.
And now, Cindy lies collapsed, in a heap, Bill on the bottom, the other man, the one in her ass, on top.
Both of them are fully inserted still, but now, as Bill detumesces, his cock oozes easily out of Cindy's cunt.
And the release of this internal pressure seems to soften the other man's prick rapidly, so that Cindy shits him out very quickly.
And rolls off of Bill.
Bill and the other two stand up, sweating and panting, their muscular bodies glistening in the sun, their cocks long, flaccid, wet.
"Well done, gentlemen," Brim tells them.
And they leave, disappearing one at a time down the ladder that leads to the crew's quarters.
And Brim suddenly gets out of his chair and plunges into the pool, obviously in order to cool his aroused passion.
Surprised, Cindy looks over her shoulder as he surfaces, sweeping his iron-grey hair back with a single stroke of both hands.
"Less painful than tying a knot in it," he explains.
And the women laugh.
As Cindy realizes that, for all Brim's ardor, the practical side of him has decided against approaching her triple-fucked, sweaty, messy body at this particular moment, regardless of the fact that he has been, as he put it, inspired.
So that the veneer of civilization has tempered even his sexual desire.
And that is all to the good, Cindy reflects.
Because she does not care to think of herself as a mere animal, despite her desire to give free rein to what are often referred to as animal passions.
And Brim may be many things, but an animal is clearly not one of them.
But now, she is only too aware of what a mess she is.
And this can hardly be doing her image any good.
Quickly, she finds the pieces to her bikini and puts them on, not without some difficulty, over her sweaty body.
And, a towel around her as she dons sunglasses and sandals, she excuses herself.