Chapter 9

Mike Traynor leaned his tanned forearms on the ship's rail, watching the orange disc of the sun slide below the gently rolling horizon. The yacht moved slowly through the green water, maintaining just enough speed to counteract the ocean's rhythmic well.

The captain, courteous as usual, yet with a knowing gleam in his handsome eyes, had explained, only moments before, that they had already retraced their previous passage, and that they would be dropping anchor by midnight.

Mike hated to see the cruise end. Not only because of the wild sex he had enjoyed, but because he had grown to appreciate the luxury of the vessel. He and Lisa had privately estimated the cost of their brief excursion as being more than Mike earned in a year.

Only an hour ago, Satin had signed the necessary papers for the largest policy Mike had ever written, and he was still a little awed at the casual manner in which she had handed him the initial premium check, explaining that she had had her attorneys and accountants investigate the company.

He joined the others for dinner, finding himself aroused by the possibilities of their last night on board. Satin had intimated that she was saving some sexual surprise, but Mike could think of nothing they had not tried and enjoyed.

Satin was quieter than usual, finally admitting that she, too, was saddened by the imminent end of their fun and games.

"I am not going ashore," she added. "You will forgive me, I trust, if I say goodbye tonight. After you have been taken ashore in the morning, I'm leaving for the Mediterranean, and I shall probably spend the rest of the year there."

She waved aside the comments to say, "You have, among yourselves, all that is needed for complete happiness. I have been only the catalyst that brought you together. I hope that my absence will not diminish your enthusiasm for each other."

"I think we've all learned a lot," Lisa ventured. "But we will miss you."

Satin smiled her acceptance of the compliment, rising from the head of the table and beckoning for them to follow.

"Come along, darlings," she said, her green eyes drifting from face to face. "This will be the most exciting night of all."

There was no hesitation as they followed her to the luxurious cabin with the big bed, undressing as soon as they saw her unfasten the halter that cupped her own magnificent tits. Both Mike and Jimmy displayed enormous erections, and the girls revealed swollen nipples as they unveiled their luscious breasts and eager cunts.

Satin shook her head when Mike boldly reached out to fondle one tawny flank, but her quick smile told him the gesture was not entirely unwelcome. Walking to a small cabinet, she took out five cards, fanning them out in her hand to show the others.

The backs were blank, while each of the faces carried a number, one through five. Satin turned the cards over, hiding the numbers. With graceful movements of her slender fingers, she shuffled them.

"We will each draw a card," she explained. "Whoever gets number one will lie down on the bed. Number two will take a position with the head near the hips of number one. Then, number three will do the same for number two. Number five will complete the circle, with hips near the face of number one."

She paused to make certain everyone understood. Then she said, "It's really a variation of the Daisy Chain. I have merely introduced a random factor by using the cards to determine position."

"What happens if Jimmy and I draw consecutive cards?" Mike demanded, and Jimmy added a frowning nod of inquisitiveness.

Satin shrugged her lovely shoulders, the big breasts jiggling with the movement. "That's what makes the game so interesting," she murmured. "It's a little like Russian Roulette, but with a different type gun."

Jimmy ran his fingers through his brown hair, grinning a little uncertainly. "Lady," he said nervously. "You can really come up with some far-out scenes."

Mike's face registered confusion. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.

"If anyone wants to back out," Satin smiled, "now is the time to do so."

Carol placed both hands on her slender hips, shoving her blonde cunt forward invitingly. She pursed moist lips, the tip of a pink tongue dancing in the red oval.

"I don't care who draws what," she announced. "Let's do it."

"I think," Lisa observed with an impish grin, "that's exactly what we're going to do."

Jimmy was first to capitulate. He gave a snort and exclaimed, "What the hell! I feel lucky."

Mike forced a half-smile to his lips. "I can't be the only party pooper in the crowd. Like the man said, deal the pasteboards."

Satin shuffled the cards again, and the four lined up, facing her. She handed the first card to Mike, and he flipped it over.

"Number one," he grinned, propping the rectangle against his belly, directly above his jutting cock. "I think I'll wear it."

Satin reached over and took the card back, letting her fingers brush his prick, lightly and teasingly. "Get on the bed, Mike."

Climbing onto the bed, Mike shot Jimmy a leer.

"Better hope you don't get number two," he chuckled, flopping down on his back and gripping the base of his cock, waving it threateningly. "Whoever gets number two gets old number one."

Jimmy gave him an upright index finger, adding a strained grin as he said, "You'd better hope I don't draw number five."

"Hell!" Mike grinned back. "I kinda hope you do get number two. I've seen you in action, buddy. That's a regular vacuum cleaner under your nose."

Jimmy flipped his cock at Mike. "Yeah, and this is a regular tonsil scraper."

Satin interrupted by handing Carol a card, and they all stared as she peeked at it, grinning before turning it over to show the numeral three.

"That's the advantage of being a girl," she exclaimed proudly. "You men are such ninnies!"

Before she could move, Jimmy had bent and nipped her left nipple, making her gasp.

"You said the magic word," Jimmy explained, licking his lips. "Ninnie!"

Satin peeled another card off and handed it to Lisa. Without hesitation, she flipped it over and revealed the figure two. She looked at Carol, her eyes softening.

"I suppose you know what that means?"

Carol nodded happily. "It means I get whipped cream for dessert."

Satin smiled. "We all get that, darling. We're just determining the source."

"And it means that I get number one," Lisa added, giving Mike a happy look.

Jimmy stared at the remaining cards. "Jesus! How did I get into this?"

Satin held the two pasteboards up. "Do you want to draw one?" she demanded. "Or shall I do it?"

"Christ!" the boy sighed. "If I draw number five, Mike will kill me!"

From the bed, Mike grunted, "Draw the goddamn card!"

"You draw it, lady!" Jimmy urged. "I'll take what's left."

Slowly, Satin pulled off one of the cards and handed the other one to Jimmy. Perspiring, he turned it over.

"Number four!" he yelped. "That puts me between you and Carol!"

Mike heaved a groan of relief, then another groan of exquisite pleasure as Lisa's mouth enclosed his cock and her fevered tongue began swirling over the throbbing head. He shoved his hips forward, feeling her jaw open wider as she sucked his prick far back, whimpering with excitement as he worked the swollen shaft in and out.

Satin eased her magnificent body into position, her pussy gaping a pink lipped invitation to Mike's teasing tongue. He fastened his mouth over the plump slit, drawing the sweet tartness from the pulsating sheath. His hand slipped over the curve of her buttock and his finger dipped into the warm crevice, seeking the sensitive rosebud of her dainty anus.

Lisa chewed his prong more avidly when Carol's soft lips claimed her wet cunt, and Carol gave a nasal whimper as Jimmy shoved his tongue up into her pussy, his own swollen shaft thumping against Satin's palate, the head driving inward toward her gulping throat.

For the first time, they were truly linked, their naked bodies shaping an undulating circle of pumping hips, searching tongues and sucking lips. By nursing more fiercely or licking more rapidly, each one of them could begin a chain reaction that traveled from body to body, coming back to them as a vaginal contraction or an increased throbbing of a thrusting cock.

Legs levered and squeezed. Warm thighs clasped bobbing heads. Hands groped and fondled, weighing leathery balls or fingering winking assholes.

Mike found himself gasping into Satin's honeyed cunt when Lisa's determined finger invaded his anus, frictioning the sensitive doorway as her mouth sucked hungrily on his throbbing prick.

Jimmy's hips worked to plunge his cock full length in Satin's receptive throat, his own tongue writhing and stroking through Carol's clenching labia.

Lisa came first, spilling her vaginal nectar into Carol's slurping mouth, and the younger girl made Jimmy swallow rapidly with her own gush of pussy juice.

Jimmy's cock blasted its ropy cream into Satin's gulping throat, and the woman's pussy convulsed about Mike's driving tongue. Mike, drinking her outpouring with noisy suction, emptied his balls into Lisa's greedy jaw.

Five bodies hunched and trembled in the grip of a shared ecstacy that left them panting and drained.

But the renewed caress of lips and tongues created a fresh desire within seconds.

It was Satin who broke the chain, releasing Jimmy's cock to announce, "Before we get too excited, we draw cards again."

This time, there was no reluctance.