Chapter 4
John Sylver, Paul Morgan and his sister-in-law Shelly were sitting on stools in the bar on deck directly above. They were all leaning over an ornate wooden railing, gazing down at what looked like an oversized porthole set into the floor.
They had a clear view of Maureen and Liz Randolph and could hear all that was said because Paul had the cabin wired for stereo sound.
One of his favorite sex games was to invite an attractive but straight-laced married couple on a weekend cruise. Maureen played the gracious hostess and showed the man the aft cabin he and his wife were to share.
Nine times out of ten, the husband made a pass that she pretended to fend off, feigning complete surprise. Seven of the nine persisted, thinking they were slyly seducing her.
In the bar on the deck above, you could not see through the railed porthole when the lights were on. Paul would serve the wife imported champagne and very gradually dim the lights until she could see clearly what her husband was doing in the cabin below.
Of seven who watched their husbands rave over the voluptuous redhead, six could hardly wait to get fucked on the same bed. Paul delighted each one... while Maureen served the straying husband champagne in the bar, gradually dimming the lights.
It seemed a cruel trick at first, but nearly all of the couples who fell victim were anxious to cruise again and watch it worked on someone else. Their circle of swinging friends increased greatly that way.
They all had great fun watching a man watch his wife fuck another for the first time. The shock, the shame, the blushing rage and frustration all swelling inside because then the man knew all the other guests had watched him tell Maureen it was all right.
This cruise was different. The usual circle of friends was not bunched around the rail. Paul had taken the yacht Temptress north from its mooring in San Francisco Bay to indulge in another of his favorite pastimes -- the search for sunken treasure.
It was a hobby that became a compulsion. For years he had researched the wreck of the San Luis Rey, an early steam vessel that sank in a violent storm with a fortune in gold bullion aboard.
Paul spent the last year researching the currents and prevailing winds of the late eighteen hundreds. The San Luis Rey was built as a schooner and meant to sail. A small steam engine was added almost as an after-thought.
He reasoned the skipper might have been using both sail and steam power trying to outrace the storm. That might have put the ship fifty to a hundred miles further along its planned course when it swamped and the steaming boiler exploded.
Also, under sail the strong winds were likely to have carried the ship much closer to shore than most had thought. There were no survivors when the San Luis Rey went down, so no one knew. exactly where or when the disaster occurred. It was rather like looking for a wooden needle in a watery haystack.
Paul Morgan was determined to find it, not because he needed the money -- but because, as climbers have said of Mount Everest... it's there.
He had the yacht Temptress newly outfitted with the latest and most sophisticated electronics money could buy. One device would detect electromagnetic waves. The Rey's masts and wooden hull might have long since rotted away, but parts of the exploded steam engine would remain and he now had instruments to detect them even if time and ocean currents buried them under shifting sands on the sea floor.
John Sylver's job was to check out the magnetic anomolies they discovered. That morning it turned out to be the engine of a fishing boat sunk no more than twenty or thirty years before. He surfaced with a well-aged and still unopened bottle of Scotch whiskey found in the captain's small cabin.
They were drinking that now, gazing down through the porthole. Paul's eyes feasted on Liz. He said, "Not quite the treasure we were seeking, but still a treasure none-the-less."
The girl Shelly sat between them, a sultry redhead like her sister Maureen, but not yet so fully developed. She said in a pout, "I don't see what's so sexy about her." Shelly resented not being the center of attention as she was the night before.
Paul said, "What do you think, John? You've had them both. Who's the best in bed, Shelly or Liz?"
"I -- I think it's too soon to decide. I haven't had Liz in a real bed."
"Well then, why don't you go below and give her a treat before my wife turns Liz into a lez --?"
"What about me?" Shelly cried in girlish pique. Watching had made her hot, and she wanted another round with Long John Sylver's big cock. It was her first... and just like Liz, the impetuous young redhead imagined herself to be deeply in love.
Paul leaned back from the rail and eased open the zippered fly of his white yachting pants. He had anchored the boat in a cove not far from where they had the chilling encounter with a ravenous Great White shark. Morgan knew they would get no more treasure hunting done that day.
He pulled out his cock and said, "If you're so damn sexy, why don't you - suck on this for awhile?"
Shelly gawked and groaned, "You're married to my sister!"
"Yeah, and Sylver banged her first thing this morning... after spending all night with you. So you can't be as sexy as you'd like to think."
She glared at John and demanded to know. "Is that true? Did you fuck my sister right after you finished with me?"
"Well now," he drawled with a slack-jawed grin, "I never said I was finished with you... "
"Son of a bitch!" She turned her glaring green eyes on Paul. "You let him do that? You let him fuck your wife?"
"I didn't just let him . I laid on the edge of our bed and watched. I love to see a big cock bore into her cunt."
"Oooh, God! That's gross! You watched him do it?"
Paul nodded and tipped back his yachting cap. "Just like I watched Long John ream you the night before," he said with a lecherous smile of delight.
Shelly's face paled. "W -w-we weren't in that cabin. There wasn't a mirror that might have been one-way glass."
He nodded again, calmly hand-jacking his cock right before the girl's eyes. "Right you are... just closed-circuit TV cameras built into the wall on all four sides of the bed. You wanna suck my cock or watch a great video tape?"
Sylver left the bar and went to the cabin below. He was hoping Shelly would decide to suck dick. John did not share Paul's kinky desire to watch or be watched. It just came with the territory. Helping the eccentric millionaire search for sunken treasure was the easiest job he'd ever had. Fucking Paul Morgan's wife and her younger sister were just fringe benefits.
He entered the cabin without knocking and found them going at it again -- this time with lithe Liz Randolph on top, arching and driving her body down, making fuck motions just as a man would.
John watched from the edge of the round bed at their feet. Silently, he began to undress. Maureen saw his reflection in the mirror over the bed. She smiled and winked like a conspirator, but he didn't notice. His eyes focused intently on Liz's bounding ass cheeks. He liked trim, taut buns like hers and the long, graceful taper of her shapely legs.
Sylver undressed, watching his cock swell hard and reach out toward the pair on the bed. The grunts and moans of two beautiful women nearing orgasm sent hot rushing blood hammering into his long shaft.
He climbed on the bed near their feet, casting a quick glance up at the mirror above the bed. John wondered if Paul and Shelly were watching, or if the playboy-financier had gotten his young sister-in-law to suck his cock.
Paul might be watching even if the newly initiated redhead was bobbing her head in his lap. Morgan liked multiple sexual pleasures, and he was a man who could afford to indulge his wildest fantasies.
Maureen watched the tanned, muscular diver hunch on his knees behind Liz, bending forward over them both to bridge on his powerful arms. Her green eyes fluttered in anxious anticipation.
His hard throbbing cock angled toward the soft fleshy slot between Liz Randolph's smooth thighs. The young teacher was bucking wildly now, writhing and twisting as clitoral stimulation sent rippling shocks of pleasure up and down her spine.
John supported his upper body with one arm and reached back with the other hand to guide his big cock into the wriggling cleft between Liz's long legs. She felt the bulbous head of it touch her dripping wet cunt slit from behind.
"Hunnngh?" she gasped, pressing down harder on the swollen nub of Maureen's tingling clit.
"No air hose to pass back and forth this time," he remarked. "No shark waiting to bite off a piece of your ass."
"Oooh, John!" The head of his springy hot dick lodged in the soft cleft of her cunt slit, burning like a fiery brand as she humped and swayed to excite her female partner below.
Both women tetered on the brink of a glorious climax, and now a new element had been added. Sylver lodged his cock in the slender wet mouth of Liz's twat and pressed down, bracing with both arms again.
She shivered and squealed as the long shaft began to push in. The fullness inside made her clit bulge and tingle even more. Maureen arched her back and lifted the lithe teacher's body to meet his sinking cock.
"Hhhooo!" Liz moaned. The sweltering heat of clit-to-clit contact filled her eyes with misty tears of delight. Sex with the beautiful, ripely built wife of a millionaire had been thrilling, but nothing like the heated pulse of a big cock boring into her twat.
Liz trembled, expecting to feel pain when his swollen cockhead slid through the fresh tear in her cherry. But the sensation was mixed with pleasure that made her wet cunt grip and pulse with rippling delight. She heaved a long sigh that pitched higher, rising into a shrill squeal.
Sylver liked hearing her. That is something they both missed underwater where all sounds were reduced to muted wet gurgling noises hard to hear over the mechanical rasp of the scuba air regulator.
He also liked having her beneath him. Upright in the fluid, shifting sea currents there was no way to gain leverage -- no fixed point from which to launch really satisfying, powerful deep thrusts.
Liz howled and wailed as he pumped his cock into her, driving hard and reaching deeper than the first time. His weight pressed her down on Maureen's soft, full figure and made the squishy contact between their two clits absolute rapture.
It was a new treat for jaded millionaire's wife. She gasped and cried shrilly too. She felt the weight of a strong man hammering down on her, looked up and saw his ruggedly handsome face, but the fleshy contact was strickly soft and feminine. Liz padded the fury of his hammering thrusts.
And of course there was no cock going into Maureen. Dickless fucking with Liz seemed exciting enough when they were alone, but now with a man on top of them both it made Maureen keenly aware of the emptiness in her groin. Her sleek, buttery cunt clenched and surged with a frenzy of need.
Sylver enjoyed being on top of two women at once. He was arched high off the luxurious fur covered bed as though fucking one really fat woman, but the supple flesh under his was trim and taut. Liz bucked and writhed between them, driven down by his cock thrusts, then arching back to meet his spearing cock with gasping cries of lewd pleasure.
He worked his hands between them and felt Maureen's bountiful tits. Sylver kneaded his fingers into lush flesh and squeezed so her hot nipples bulged to press on Liz Randolph's small, more delicate tit crowns.
With their nipples and clits receiving sharp stimulation, both women howled and wailed in straining delight. Their voices twined in a kind of obscene stereo. Sylver grinned lewdly and maneuvered his hands to feel both pairs of tits at once. He caught two nipples between his thumbs and forefingers on each side. Maureen's below and Liz's above. He teased and twirled until they both bucked and screamed into orgasm. Sylver was nowhere near ready to cum. Fucking all night with an eager teenager, then her older sister in the morning and a stunning lithe beauty trapped helpless under the sea had drained all the urgency from his weighty balls.
He pumped into Liz with long, deep thrusts and savored the wrenching tight grip of her slinky cunt. It slithered and seethed with moist heat stirred from previously untouched depths.
Beneath her, Maureen's cunt simmered empty and vented the musky scent of her sex juices. Tantalizing lust odors filled the cabin, stirred by the voices of two women gasping and wailing their way into rapture.
"Oooh, God!" Maureen said through gritted teeth. "Give me cock! I can't cum hard enough with just her humping my clit!"
John drew back and paused for a moment to consider the proposition. Liz cried, "No, don't you dare! I need your cock! Don't take it out."
"I'll put it back," he said. "One thrust for you, then one for her?"
"N-n-no, I want it all!" Liz cried. "Make me cum! Please, John. Fuck me! Only me!"
"But Liz, Maureen's pussy is so hot and so empty. Don't you want to share?" He wavered above her with just the knobbed tip of his cock lodged in the moist grasp of her clinging cunt.
"No, I don't want to share you! She's been fucked hundreds of times. Now it's my turn!"
"Yeah, you have a point there," he had to admit. John drilled his dick back into the teacher and made her wail with ear ringing delight, but then he picked up the pace and let his cock spring out of her when he pulled back., Liz sobbed a pitiful sound of despair when his cock sprang out, but Sylver slanted his rod down and jammed into the red-furred pussy pressed against hers right below.
"Whooo -- wheee!" Maureen shrieked in triumph as Sylver's dick plunged deep into her. "Fuck me, John. I'm better than she'll ever be!"
He let his cock linger in Maureen's seething twat. With Liz sandwiched between them he could not get in her to the root, but the fiery redhead rippled and squeezed all the cock her writhing pussy could reach.
They were different, no doubt about that. Maureen's pussy surged with rhythmic contractions that were precise and carefully calculated to delight a man's cock. Liz did not have enough experience to coordinate her cuntal spasms. Fucking into her was like entering the cone of a fleshy volcano in violent eruption.
Nothing her pussy did was controlled or contrived. Liz was lust newly unleashed, wild and free and surging with strength. Sylver decided there was nothing better than fucking them both, once into Maureen, then once into Liz -- back and forth with his cock swinging between them like a pendulum.
He liked the sound that stirred, alternate wails of pleasure and moans of neglect. Maureen's voice was deep and breathy, she growled like a she-lion. Liz shrilled in a higher pitch when his cock was in her and heaved wacking sobs when he whipped out to enter her rival.
It took Sylver a minute or two to get the moves right, fucking down at a sharp angle to get into Maureen, then up and more nearly straight into Liz. He had to concentrate so no time was lost in between. It jarred his senses when they both cried begging sounds at once.
This wasn't his first time as part of a trio, but it was his first with two women at once. Before this, he'd shared some willing bitch with a buddy -- one of them in her pussy, one up her ass from the other side. Their cocks would butt heads and batter the frail wall of soft flesh between. That kind of twin-dick fucking even wore out some jaded whores.
But trying to satisfy two horny women with one cock was a far greater challenge. Even when Sylver had the rhythm just right, neither one got all she really wanted. Being empty while his cock screwed into the other cunt kept them both more lively and tense with desire.
Sylver quickly discovered the unusual pleasure of two pussy rhythms, two different sizes and shapes of tit. He was thinking that it would be great to do again, next time including Shelly whose eager young body would bring in some new variables.
But with which one? With her sister Maureen? Having their two red collared cunts clamped together should be really wild, but they might be too much alike. Shelly was already well on her way to being a shameless wench with a steaming cunt anxious to master the arts of sensuous pleasure.
It might be better with Liz on the bottom and young Shelly sandwiched between. That would give him two novice pussies, each anxious in its own way. But he sensed that Liz was really not into kinky sex, and sharing his cock with the bubbly teenager might turn her cold.
John didn't want that. He had a special feeling for Liz. Even now, part of him wished they were alone somewhere without hidden cameras or trick windows of one-way glass -- somewhere they could talk and make love in complete privacy.
Love? Jesus Christ, is that what it was? Sylver had never been in love before. Not really. He thought so once in high school, but that ended when he joined the Navy.
He went to San Diego to train as a frogman, and she married another guy in their graduating class. Last he heard, his once great love had six kids and a house in the suburbs near Fresno.
Sylver had seen the world. Europe, the Middle East and the Orient. One diving mission even took him under the ice near the North Pole, working off of a nuclear powered submarine. His mind wandered through pleasant memories from all the places he'd been.
A tall blonde Swedish girl and a sloe-eyed Asian beauty only four foot nine, and thirty or so faces and places between that he could not remember nearly so well. He wished now that he could see Liz Randolph's face. It was, he was sure, the most striking and hauntingly beautiful of them all.
But she was face down and he was nibbling the back of her long neck, nuzzling through a swirling torrent of dark brown hair that shimmered like silk. He nibbled and tongued into her ear.
Liz gasped and clenched her pussy, straining to hold him and coax an extra thrust for herself. John obliged her and heard Maureen moan with frustration. He pumped her twice the next time and decided that Liz Randolph's impulsive pussy grip was really the most satisfying.
That solved one problem nagging his thoughts. The liquid heat of cum steamed and surged in his balls. He would have to fire it off very soon, and once his dick gushed there'd be no way to share. The wondrous pleasure of release would bind his cock in one cunt or the other. Now he knew it would be Liz he favored with his jetting spurts.
Both of them gasped expectantly when Sylver began to grunt and strain, fighting the furious pressure that swelled in his big nuts. He delighted in the tension of anticipation, clenching his cock muscles to hold back as long as he could.
Both women became more anxious, knowing that his vibrant long dick would have to fire soon -- both somehow knowing only one would get his flood of silver-white cum. They both worked their pussies in pulsing waves to delight him, begging to be the one.
Maureen grinned confidently, counting on greater experience and better trained cunt muscles that played a symphony of lust on his long flute of fuck muscle. Liz could only give him raw passion, the fire of emotion newly released. Her cunt seethed and squirmed with desire that neared desperation.
"Mmmeee!" she squealed. "Cum in me, John! Now, my darling. Oooh, please!"
He pumped deep and twisted, feeling the pressure mount to an almost unbearable strain, but arched back and drilled down into Maureen. Her eyes widened and her lips pulled tight with a look of ecstatic anticipation. She rippled and clenched her cunt with clever precision and thought surely it would have to fire into her.
But Sylver pulled back and spiked into Liz with such force that it made her delighted eyes bulge. His thick hot prick was spitting fire even before it bottomed in her. "Oooh, John!" she gasped. "Thank you! Thank you -- " For her the tension of uncertainty had been almost unbearable. Feeling her pussy tighten toward climax and not knowing if she'd have a cock in her when she came seemed worse than being caught underwater and running out of breath.
Sylver's hot gushing spurts of cum were as refreshing as that first desperately needed breath of air he'd given her from his scuba tank. She whined and wailed and soared into blissful oblivion.
Maureen's jaw clenched with the bitter shock of rejection. She saw Sylver's eyes clamp shut and heard his breath hiss with the straining pleasure of ejaculation. But her pussy felt only the terrible void and the pressure of a raptured cunt pressing down on her from above.
She groaned and snarled, "You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch!"