Chapter 5
The tension of female jealousy faded away before dinner. Paul took his wife and her sister below and made a sandwich with Shelly on her back and luscious Maureen face down in clit-to-clit contact. Having watched how it came out the first time, Morgan came in his wife's cunt to relieve her... and to make her sister all the more anxious. He had a long night planned for her.
Liz and Long John Sylver strolled on the deck, sipping champagne and watching the red sun dip toward the western horizon. "I'm glad you didn't want to watch them," she confided.
"I like looking at you a lot better," he said, softly but firmly squeezing her hand in his. They both felt a pulse of energy, something less sharp than the explosive emotions of sex, but stronger in a way that made them both shiver.
It took Liz almost a minute to gather enough courage to tell him what she felt. And then she hedged, afraid to come right out with it. "I'd like to get off the boat," she said. "Go somewhere else... just you and me."
He took a long breath and said, "I would too, but -- " He told her about the fortune in gold that sank with the San Luis Rey. " -- I want my share of that, and I've got a feeling we're getting close."
"We're close already," she said tentatively. "Don't you f e e l something between us... something magical that's hard to explain?"
"Yeah, I feel it. But that won't last. Not if I'm gone on one diving job and then another. Before this I was six months on an off-shore oil platform in the North Sea. That's no kind of life I can share."
Sylver wisely did not tell her that he had plenty of shore leave and a busty Irish girl to help him enjoy it. Liz was undaunted. "I make good money as a teacher, and you could get a job on land."
"Doing what? Pumping gas? I'm a diver. That's all I know how to do."
She decided not to press further, not right now. Sylver might clamp shut like a clam and squeeze her out of his life altogether. Liz could not bear the thought of that. She stood silent and watched the sun set, tightly gripping the hand of the man she loved.
They dined in a cabin forward on the main deck, served by a steward in a starched and sparkling white uniform. He was nearly silent and totally unobtrusive, gliding around the long table like a shadow.
The main course was fish simmered in butter and topped with a creamy white sauce. Liz wasn't sure what it was. Not sole or halibut or any other kind of fish she'd ever tasted. Morgan saw the curious look on her face and said, "It's shark. The same one that tried to eat you. I sent one of the hands back in the dingy to spear us a piece. The chef has done wonders with it, don't you think?"
Liz almost choked on the second bite that was in her mouth when Paul told her what it was. Sylver smiled and said, "Better we eat than be eaten."
"Er, yes... I guess so." Liz washed down the bite of sauteed shark with a sip of imported white wine. She could see now why John Sylver seemed obsessed with finding the sunken treasure. The elegance of the dining salon, a steward to wait on them hand and foot, a chef to prepare an unusual delicacy. It was nothing like life in her small apartment near the high school... and surely even further from his lonely life on an off-shore oil rig in the North Sea.
They talked about the treasure and checking another sector of the sea floor the next day. The two men seemed fully absorbed with their guest for a fortune in gold. It was as though Liz, Maureen and her sister Shelly were no longer in the room.
Maureen had found clothes for Liz to wear, a long royal blue satin gown and some more casual outfits for the next day, things left aboard by one of their previous guests. The young teacher had never been so grandly attired.
By the Paris label in her dinner dress, she figured it must have cost at least a month's pay. Maureen's gown was even more elegant, shimmering black satin with a deep-plunging V neck to make a daring display of her cleavage -- a soft valley between two stunning big tits that quivered enticingly whenever she moved.
"How long do you plan to keep looking for the treasure?" Liz asked Paul over brandy when the steward had cleared their dinner dishes away.
"As long as it takes," he answered simply. "We have supplies on board for another week. If that doesn't do it, we'll have to make port and come back."
Maureen smiled across the table. "That's not a problem for you is it, Liz? Don't teachers have a three month summer vacation?"
"Well, yes... but I do have other plans. Could you put me ashore sometime tomorrow?" She wasn't sure where the idea came from, or why it even entered her head, but she wanted to give John Sylver a time limit, and she was hoping he would decide to go with her.
"I suppose we could," Morgan said. "If you insist... but you're the first person so anxious to leave the ship."
"Can't you change your other plans?" John asked. "We can have a wonderful time. You can dive with me tomorrow and -- "
"No, I can't!" Liz said sharply. "I can't dive again, not after what happened today. And I can't change my plans. There's -- there's someone else I must see."
"Ooohhh -- hhhooo," Paul said with a chuckle. "Another man I'll bet."
Liz hesitated only a moment, knowing she was taking a risk. "As a matter of fact, yes... another man. One that I miss very much."
John Sylver's smile slumped into a scowl. "I -- I thought you said there was something special between us."
"I'm not sure of that any more," she answered blandly, still running a bluff. "I have special feelings for him too." It was not all a lie. Liz had planned to use part of her summer vacation to reacquaint herself with her father.
Paul Morgan pushed himself away from the table and said, "I really don't want to get mixed up in a lover's quarrel. Maureen, why don't we take your little sister to bed?"
Shelly giggled and said, "I'd rather go with John. Liz might have someone else, but I don't."
Sylver shot a glance from Liz to the teenager and back. Liz sat with a stunned blank look on her face. Shelly was wiggling her tongue between soft full lips like a little tease. "I'd love to suck a cock big as yours," she purred.
Liz felt her cheeks blush, but a cold feeling sank inside her like a stone. By the way John smiled at the girl, she knew she had gambled and lost. Sylver took Shelly by the hand and said, "Let's go... I want to see how much Paul taught you about sucking cock."
They left the dining salon, going out through the bar and down a ladder to the cabin with the round bed and mirror above. Liz sat feeling limp as a cast off rag doll. Maureen shrugged and tried to brighten her spirits. "I don't mind sharing Paul," she said. "In fact, I'd like to just sit and watch."
Liz tensed her sad, quivering lips and swallowed a tight knot of bitterness in her throat. She raised her voice hoping John would hear as he started down the ladder behind Shelly. "I'd like to go with you, Paul. Do you like fucking ass?" She was trying hard to act more brazen than Shelly.
"Oooh, yeah," he chortled, clasping and rubbing his hands together. "A tight ass can be better than twat."
"Good! I want to feel your cock in one that's never been touched." She said it with spite, glancing aft with a last hope that John Sylver might change his mind. He didn't, he reached down and pinched Shelly's ripe young ass instead.
Paul took Liz to the cabin forward of the dining salon, the one with TV cameras hidden in the walls on all sides of the bed. She didn't know about them. He turned the switch on and faced Liz with a delighted lewd grin.
She felt a sudden flash of regret, wishing that she'd not tried to rush John Sylver into a serious relationship, and wishing even more that she hadn't offered herself so brazenly to Paul Morgan. She didn't want to have sex with him at all -- and certainly not up her ass.
Maureen closed the cabin door and leaned against it, slouching with an odd grin on her lips. Paul was stripping off his white yachting outfit. He had the lean, hard body of a long distance runner and somehow managed to look distinguished even with his clothes half off.
His dark, wavy hair was starting to grey at the temples, turning to the same blue-grey color as his eyes. They looked cool and depthless, intent as though he could see right through her clothes.
Paul's leering grin gave her a chill. He said, "Come on, get undressed. We don't want to wrinkle your fancy gown." He dropped his pants as he spoke, baring a cock an inch or so shorter than John's, but bigger around and tipped with an enormous cockhead that reminded her of a clenched fist.
Liz said, "Paul... I really don't want to do this. I -- I was just trying to -- "
"I know what you were trying to do," he said curtly. "And John isn't the kind of guy you can pressure that way."
"Yes, I know that now," she said on the verge of tears. "I'll try to make up for that when he's finished with Shelley."
"He's gonna be with her all night," Paul said. He was standing nude, smiling and stroking his dick hard. "And you're gonna be with me." Morgan took a step toward her, still jacking his thick cock with one hand and reaching out with the other.
Liz backed toward the door with a sad look of concern and said, "No, please. I don't want you to touch me."
He chuckled a mirthless noise. "Look, bitch... John Sylver isn't the kind of guy you can pressure, and I'm not the kind you can tease. You take off that dress, or I'll rip it off!"
"Ungh, nnnooo!" Liz wheeled around and grabbed for the door handle, but Maureen caught her wrists in a vice-like grip.
"You can't leave now," she said. "Paul's dick is hard -- "
"Then you fuck it," Liz snarled, straining to break her hands free. "He's your husband!"
"And Captain of this vessel," Maureen said. "His word is law."
"You're both crazy!" Liz raged, unable to twist her wrists from Maureen's strong grasp. "Let me go!"
"We can't do that," Paul said calmly, coming up from behind. "We have a tradition aboard this vessel. No woman gets off without getting off at least once with me." He pulled at the long zipper that closed the back of her gown.
Liz cried, "John! Help me! Oooh, please... help me!"
"Your hero can't hear you," Paul said in a voice cold as steel. "He won't save you from me." He unclasped her bra and reached beneath her arms to feel her heaving tits.
"Aaaggghhh!" The touch of his cold hands gave Liz a burst of strength. She jerked her right arm from Maureen's grip and whirled to slap Paul's face as hard as she could.
He rocked back with a blazing handprint on his cheek, but that cool, leering grin was still on his lips. He rubbed his smarting cheek and slapped Liz hard with the other hand. "I'm all for equal rights, baby. You slap me, I slap you back!"
Liz Randolph was more stunned than hurt by the blow. She let out a shrill whine and went reeling back toward the bed. Paul grabbed at the front of her satin gown and ripped it down to her waist.
"Haaagh!" she gasped, crossing her arms to cover her naked breasts.
Paul said, "I saved your ass from that shark this morning, sweetheart. So now your ass belongs to me!" He lunged and pushed Liz backwards, grabbing for the dress bunched around her slender waist. The satin cloth ripped with a sound shrill as her scream. Liz sprawled on her back with only her panties, silk stockings and high heeled shoes left on.
Maureen watched the two of them like a spectator at a sporting event. Paul excited her wildly when he showed his mean streak. She stepped toward the wall at the foot of the bed and opened a sliding panel.
There were four twenty-five inch TV screens built into the wall -- two above side-by-side, two more directly below. Each one showed a different wide-angle view of the room. Liz sat up screaming, still trying to cover her breasts and saw herself on color television... from the front, back, left and right.
She stared in shock and the scream choked in her throat. Paul laughed and leaped up on the bed. "Smile, sweetheart... we're recording all this on video tape."
"You're sick!" she cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks and did not stop even when Liz clamped her eyes tightly shut. Paul pushed the lithe beauty down on her back and pulled at her frilly black panties. They slid to her knees while she kicked and screamed in hysterics.
Paul buried his smug, leering grin in her crotch, reaching to pin her flailing arms on the bed at the same time. He bobbed his head and twiddled her clit with the tip of his nose while the raspy wet tongue wiggled into her cunt slit. "Yyyuuummm," he said. "A little fear and loathing gives a woman a wonderful taste!"
Liz bucked and squirmed, jerking her legs to kick at him. Maureen grabbed her ankles and yanked them down. The tall, willowy brunette's knees bent over the foot of the bed. Paul's dutiful wife pulled out a pair of shackles that were chained to the bed legs and locked them around Liz's trim ankles.
"Oooh, God!" she cried, feeling the cold grip of steel and hearing the clank of heavy chain that bound her legs spread. After being tangled and almost drowned in a snarl of fishing line, she had a dreadful chilling fear of restraint.
Maureen snickered softly, enjoying the show. Helping Paul would make him wonderfully hot for her later on. Theirs was an odd marriage Liz would never understand. This made all her mother's blatant affairs seem quite inoffensive.
The busty redhead brought up anther pair of shackles that were chained at the head of the bed. She locked one around Liz's straining right arm and then circled to the other side, pausing to watch Paul lick and suck her splayed cunt.
Liz sobbed and wailed when the fourth locking steel band snapped shut around her left wrist, binding her arms spread high over her head. She raised up and saw herself on TV -- four different views of cruel restraint, four different views of lewd cunt licking that made the depths of her pussy clench and quiver in seething disgust.
Paul popped his head up and smirked. "Imagine, this luscious creature was cherry this morning. A virgin at her age. That's incredible!"
"And her ass is still cherry," Maureen reminded him.
"Yes, I know... but not for much longer." Paul dropped his head and tongue-teased her swollen clit with spiral strokes that made her whine and squirm.
His flicking, circling tongue shot tingling sparks of pleasure despite her clenching disgust. Musk scented honey and faint traces of blood from her torn cherry simmered up to the lips of her twat.
Paul licked and sucked while his wife watched it all on TV, able to watch him from both sides, above and below. The four channel view was more varied than watching in person. Maureen worked the cameras' remote controls and zoomed the left and right lenses in for spectacular close-ups of cunt licking that made her mouth water.
Liz raised her head and saw the four screens, wincing and streaming more tears as unwanted jolts of sexual stimulation wracked every nerve.
Maureen stood by the bank of TV screens and stripped off her elegant black gown. Beneath that she wore a lacy black bra with the cup tips open to make her plump nipples bulge and protrude. And her lace-trimmed black bikini panties had a slit in the crotch. Wisps of fiery red cunt hair peeked out through the slit.
Her hands slid down and her two middle fingers spread the split between ruffles of black lace. Maureen's probing fingers also spread her pussy lips and teased into the moist pink hole between them. She stood facing the camera mounted in the wall at the foot of the bed so the soft, buttery slit of her cunt filled one of the screens.
The video pussy looked twelve inches tall, a cunt almost big enough for a man to crawl in. Seeing it so magnified made Liz wince and groan, clenching her teeth.
"Paul?" Maureen asked sweetly. "Would it be all right if I sat on her face? Watching you eat her pussy makes mine so terribly hot!"
"But dear, if you sit on her face, Liz won't be able to watch on TV."
"She can see it all later on video tape."
"Yes, I suppose... maybe watch it with John."
"Hhhooo?" Liz moaned. It was all getting worse. She began to wish the shark had ripped her in two. That seemed better at the moment than having her cunt eaten by a man she detested.
Maureen climbed up at the head of the bed and hunched on her knees, straddling Liz Randolph's tear-streaked cheeks. "Eat me," the lusty redhead demanded. "I want to cum with you! Paul is such a great cunt sucker, I know you'll climax soon... like it or not."
"Nungh!" Liz groaned. Her sputtering protest was smothered by dripping wet cunt when Maureen pressed down. Her quivering lips tasted hot wet honey dripping from the redhead's cunt and smelled her reeking woman scent. At the same time, Paul's tongue circled her clit and plunged into her cunt slit, then back around her clit again in an anguishing rhythm of rapture.
Liz bucked and twisted her lithe body all that the binding shackles would allow, and just as Maureen predicted, she came to orgasm... like it or not. The real torture was that she did like it. Once the now familiar tremors of climax began, Liz forgot all about being the helpless prisoner of a lecherous man she despised and his lewd wife who was no better.
Her muffled wails of raging joy heated Maureen's simmering twat slit and made the woman start to sigh and squirm ecstatically, pressing down harder to tighten the seal between mouth and twat. Liz thrust with her tongue, excited by sexual instincts and impulses she could not control.
Maureen came with her, shrilling a scream and tossing her head. Liz shuddered through fearsome convulsions triggered by Paul Morgan's tongue. His wife was right about that, too. He was a great cunt sucker -- the best yet. Even better than John, the man she loved.
Liz thought that might be because he'd wounded her ego so badly by choosing to spend the night with Shelly. Or, with a cringe, she thought it might be because her long smoldering sexual desires were now fully awakened.
Under her cool mask of proper behavior, was there a lusty bitch like her mother -- one who happily gave herself to one man after another? No real love involved, only the tense mind-blurring shocks of pleasure that became addictive.
She shuddered at that thought as her unwanted orgasm soared to a crest of nerve jangling delight. And as her dazed senses slowly settled back, Liz felt the first pangs of a new worry. Paul wasn't through with her yet. He still wanted her ass.