Keywords: M/F anal, oral, B&D
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Cindy Goes to San Diego

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Cindy Goes to San Diego - (dad-sand.txt) Dad's not here. It's all
Cindy but part of the series. What does a hyper-sexual girl do when 
faced with a visit to hated, sexless, mean old mom? She makes her own
adventures, of course. And calls mom names, but you knew that. M/F,
anal, oral, B&D


	"She left! She deserted us both! Are we supposed to forget that!"
	"Now, now, honey bun, nice people forgive," Daddy said.
	"I'll forgive her when she's dead! After a year or two," Cindy
stormed.
	"When you've pissed on her grave, I remember what you've said,"
Daddy smiled, "But she's threatening to take me to court. They gave me
custody, but they didn't ban her from seeing you. You're still her
daughter."
	"She banned herself when she walked out. She turned her back,"
Cindy raved, "She wants to take it back now? Let her suffer!"
	"You know she hates to suffer alone," Daddy said slyly, "And I'll
be the one she shares with."
	"But my friends...." Cindy said, but she knew it was a lost cause.

	Like she was circling them, Cindy's mom had left San Francisco
where they had visited her before and now was in San Diego. Cindy had
hoped the news meant her husband had fallen on bad times or been run
out of town, or had left her, but was told it was an improvement in
his prospects and much better weather.
	Cindy had not even that smallest of comforts as she made the
death march south.
	"I hope you'll try to make this visit as pleasant as you can,"
Mrs. Mattson, the former Mrs. Keller and Cindy's mother said.
	"I hope you die and rot," Cindy made her position clear.
	"Well, I see I must remind you you're a juvenile and I can have
the police trace you if you disappear," June Mattson said.
	"Don't even hope. I won't go to Daddy and let you charge him with
kidnapping," Cindy said. "I know prison when I see it."
	She was hardly warmed up. Her charges were a bit spurious to hold
weight and Cindy needed a few more volleys to hone in on the telling
ripostes. Her mother might be the champ but Cindy was the feisty
contender in the match for drama queen.
	"Tut, tut, so emotional. You father must keep you on edge," her
mother turned it on Cindy.
	Only the edge of the bed when he fucks me, Cindy thought to
herself. Her mother must have convinced herself she had over-reacted on
their previous visit. She must now believe she jumped to an absurd
conclusion and Bill was laughing at her as she fled.
	She was not to become more aware, Cindy felt that deeper than her
father. It would ruin the sweetness of the revenge Cindy took every
time she fucked Daddy and it would give her nothing to retreat behind
when her visit became too much to bear. Daddy keeps me, all right. He
keeps me satisfied, Cindy added to herself as an additional talisman.
	Surly staring matches over dinner with Mr. Mattson, as Cindy
insisted on calling him, were the worst of it. He took an aggrieved
air, but Cindy didn't know him well enough to know if that was his
usual expression or not. For the rest, most of the rest, Cindy could
make plans for herself.
	That had the ugly drawback of reminding her she knew no one in
San Diego. Emily had said there was a military base and maybe the Navy
and maybe Cindy could find a troopship. Stanton had mentioned the zoo,
then blanched that it sounded like he was suggesting Cindy fuck the
animals. That was nice and all, but neither possibility sounded
practical to Cindy.
	"James, you're not my keeper, are you?" Cindy asked James.
	"No, M'am. Mrs. Mattson requested I attend to you in case there
was anything you needed," James said emotionlessly.
	"Like if I needed to be pulled back and sat on?" Cindy asked.
	"No, M'am," James said. "She said nothing about interfering with
you in any way."
	"Not even don't?" Cindy began to tease, "Don't put your hands on
me, don't stick your hands in my innocent little panties?"
	"I wouldn't know where to find innocent panties on you," James
said with a stiff dignity.
	Deciding it was mean to take out her bitterness at her mother on
a guy just trying to do his job, Cindy laid off. She didn't think she
could unbend James before she could leave anyway. She had to try
something else.
	It was a friendly community, once she got out of the neighborhood
her mother lived in, anyway. A lot of people smiled at her, but she was
young and hot and that happened most places. Cindy had to admit the
problem was herself.
	She was wavering on meeting people, pretending she was looking
for just the right one, but really shy about starting a whirlwind
relationship only to ship out in as short a time as she could make her
visit. It would be weird to be trying to get away from someone at the
same time as getting to know them and, worse, she wanted no temptation
to wait an extra minute after she convinced her mother to free her.
	Then she found out about college men. The revelation didn't drop
out of the sky or come on an ancient scroll. She strayed over to the
campus, let's call it Big Barney's University of Purple Dinosaurs, and
saw a few in the wild. Overheard conversations in campus coffee shops
confirmed the predator status. These were guys that deserved their
hearts broken.
	Actually knowing that fascinating one of them into heartbreak was
unlikely, Cindy still viewed the reasoning as flawless. They would
pretend and she'd get what she wanted from them while they thought they
were playing her. What could be more perfect? Cindy's only question was
whether or not they would let her be kinky enough with them. She was
worldly far beyond her years and possibly beyond theirs.
	"That bus you take goes by the campus, doesn't it?" her mother
asked at one dinner.
	Cindy didn't scowl at James because he was a guy with a job and
she could still lie about it. She just couldn't call her mother a
bitch, a whore or a cunt at dinner. Mr. Mattson had pitched such a
bitch the last time, Cindy stopped.
	He wasn't even tempted to order her out, either. The worst part
was he said he saw her mother's point and perhaps living with them was
best for her. It wasn't a way home and she cut it out.
	"I'll be going next year," Cindy said.
	"You mean after your senior year," her mother was precise. "Are
you thinking of attending here?"
	A perfect excuse dumped in her lap, Cindy regretted her pride
wouldn't allow her to use it. It wouldn't be like she thought. Her
mother would find a way to fuck it up for her. Better to opt for
honesty.
	"I don't need to study to be queer," Cindy snorted. "I can pick 
that up anywhere."
	"Then you won't want to hang around with queers anymore," her
mother put in her final word.
	She glared at James, took a different bus and transferred. She
came to view it as a kindness to the working man, but not until she
became used to the routine.
	"Oh, the Mattsons! Yes, Mummy and Daddy have visited them many
times," Angela, Angelica, Angelina, whatever, Bryce gushed on Cindy.
	Bingo. Cindy gauged the four inches of eyelash and dangling
pearl earrings and tailored her response accordingly.
	"I'm the wayward daughter- step-daughter," Cindy admitted, not
thinking she could pass for anything else. "We'll have to give each
other alibis some time."
	"Well, we could," Angela made it seem the idea had just occurred
to her for the first time. "Wouldn't that be fun."
	Cindy didn't think much of her chances, but it was hard to tell
through all the makeup. Who knew? Angie might get a thrill out of
covering up someone else's misdeeds.
	Maybe the whirl of sophistication and carriage of superiority
was a front. It might be the perfect disguise, which all smart girls
knew, to cover a life of dissipation and debauch. Cindy stopped
spinning wider as her run-away mind reached parody.
	Biff, he swore it was his name and others called him that, was a
different beast. He was delightfully mature for a college boy, not
taking pride in burps, vomit, farts or snot. He picked her out as a
high school girl by her vague responses to background questions, but
was enamored more rather than scared away. Cindy felt that showed
promise.
	She saw drunken nudity down the Biff trail and tried to fall for
it convincingly. She preferred not being drunk when she got laid, the
other incident marred by dizziness and the loss of memory of what might
have been hours of great sex, but she had no time to be picky.
	She supposed he wouldn't care if she pretended to be drunk, but
she didn't remember how to act, either. He was so sincere, she wasn't
sure he'd mind. He was trying hard and it seemed he had a rush of
excitement with every lie he told.
	It was a little party he and some frat brothers had arranged off
campus. She'd have fun and there'd be no problem about I.D. He would
really like her to come. He'd see she had a good time personally.
	Cindy had to work not to laugh at his denigration of high school
girls. He wanted her to cum. He'd do her gladly. Didn't he think she
could hear what he meant in what he said? Did he think himself so smart
or her so stupid? Or was he fooled by every girl looking for a good
time?
	Cindy fell asleep thinking about Daddy, as she did every night.
This night it wasn't how he fucked, or it was after she'd thought about
that. It was how right he was to open her to new experience. Sex wasn't
just about stabbing a dagger in Mommy's heart. It could be fun for
its own sake.
	Now she was expanding on it to see its marvelous uses in other
contexts, like getting some and having a laugh on a boy at the same
time. She was sorry she resisted Daddy so long.
	It was the kind of party with boys on the porch assessing every
girl who entered for how long her shirt would stay on. It was for
girls who were known to and some who were suspected. Cindy wondered how
Biff had described her.
	She was a sure thing, but she wasn't sure about the party. She
had built up a low level of resentment to guys like Biff and was hard
pressed to remember most of the charges against him came from her own
wild construction of his story. He hadn't really done anything. Even
the vibe was her perception of his manner.
	It turned out not to be about the boys at all. When Wanda or
Wendy or whatever was so quickly drunk and dancing topless, soon to be
in only panties, Cindy heard the hissing meows. It certainly didn't
take long. Couldn't wait for fear you'd be up there, dear.
	Cindy plopped between the two speakers to the greeting of their
reviling looks. She smiled innocently.
	"You broads work these places or what's the deal?" Cindy asked.
"I'm just here to get laid."
	"Aren't we all," said the one that had just slammed the other.
	"But don't just do it," the other cautioned. "No telling what
they might try then."
	It sounded perfect. Not just the advice to spread and see what
the boys thought they could get away with, the whole set-up. There were
boys that thought they were wild and a grinning whisper network of
girls to invite. Cindy only had to break into the network and her
imprisonment in Stalag Mattson might become bearable.
	Doing it without making the other women feel she was trying to
compete was tricky, but faint heart had never won fair lady and crossed
legs never felt a cock.
	Biff came to talk and was beneath the contempt of the other two.
It made Cindy wonder if she hadn't caught something real in her wild
imaginings about him. Or it might be he went young and that offended
their years.
	Biff was into jazz and he had some 'sides' that could get inside
your soul and jerk it around. Wow, sophisticated - who cares? Cindy
took it as the cover charge to get laid. It was actually a ploy, to
jazz accompaniment, to get her high. It gave the music colors, he said.
	Now high was better than drunk. Not only had she tried it more
than once, she remembered she had a really good time, if she was just
as misty on the details. That was better than a blank.
	Of course Cindy was basing that on predictable and familiar sex
with predictable and familiar lovers. When she started to feel all
fuzzy with Biff, things were somehow clearer.
	It was no help remembering how he gotten her bra around her chin
and his hands all over her breasts, but his approach registered. He
waited to kiss her until he had her panties off. His spiel about why 
she should be naked, or as naked as it is to have your bra over your
collarbones and shirt hanging off and nothing else, was also lost.
	She recalled she was plucked to be stuffed before he tried to
kiss her, however. She didn't mind if he did, did she? He really liked
her and really wanted to. And the doof was still dressed.
	Cindy pin-pointed his fascination with young girls there. He was
still a high school boy himself and his style wouldn't fly with anyone
else. Cindy supposed he had a dick. If so, she'd get something from
him in spite of himself.
	"You make me feel so warm," Cindy invented and her hand was going
to his crotch before she thought it over.
	"Goodness! So soon? I hardly know you," Biff was protesting as
he struggled to get his pants off.
	Cindy recalled he embarrassed himself with his haste and had a
fixed image of his cock bobbing ridiculously between the tails of his
shirt. He mumbled something about taking his time and Cindy thought
she remembered feeling his cock on her from that time until he put
it in her.
	There was nothing memorable about him fucking her, although, in
retrospect, she must have missed one of the other boys looking in. For
all she knew, he watched. He was certainly there as soon as Biff
finished.
	She knew Biff was turfed off her and recalled the stranger up
close and personal. It was her recollection he asked if she liked
jazz. She knew he slammed his cock in her and suspected she'd answered
some way that incited him. Probably asking him if he was going to fuck
or talk. That was like her when uninhibited.
	He rolled her over when he was done and played with her butt. Her
mind grew clearer here. He didn't seem to have any intent, only
fascination and girl's butts fascinated him. It was still easy to relax
and Cindy didn't see the sense in disturbing him.
	He was still playing, pushing her butt together, pushing it up,
pulling it apart, when he had to account for his actions. 
	"Nice butt, huh?" he said, patting it.
	"Just move," came the reply. "Biff said she's a hot one."
	Entitled rich kid, Cindy thought as she clung to the notion of
telepathy while high. It was like a hobby at that point. She didn't
care. She was fairly sure she'd been fucked twice if she only
remembered about half of one. She was ready to be fucked so she'd
remember.
	It was nothing to remember. It wasn't bad. Her perception was
that it was better than the first two, but she couldn't really say.
He took a decent amount of time and it felt pretty good, but she
got barely excited, let alone an orgasm.
	Cindy retracted her previous excitement. It wasn't enough to get
laid. She wanted someone that knew what he was doing. She had a lesser
opinion of the network now. She was willing to encounter someone else,
but when she got to the door of Biff's room the main room was in 
shambles and the only people were Wendy and the boy screwing her on the
couch.
	She'd had three cocks in her and the warm memory of that, if not
the fucking, made sitting through dinner better. This was only tainted
by knowing she was without prospects again.
	Angela Bryce was a godsend. Cindy was the dumbest little high
school girl in the world for not knowing it. Of course Angela had to
prove the first before Cindy thought the second.
	"Remember that cute idea about alibis?" Angela asked.
	Cindy's mother had nearly wet herself when Angela called. It was
just what she wanted for her little girl, friends of quality and
breeding. Angela said fixing that in her mind would do them both good.
	Angela got a strange look when Cindy asked who she'd killed. It 
made Cindy remember they were strangers and Cindy didn't know what her
mother had said about her. Angela might think she was serious.
	"You just have to remember a party," Angela said, coaching Cindy
on the particulars, likely jokes told and etc.
	"We were there and had a great time," Cindy confirmed. "I don't
care who wants to know."
	Cindy was too expansive for Angela to feel fully at ease but
there was more understanding between them. Cindy didn't ask where
Angela really was. She didn't care and didn't feel close enough to ask.
	Angela listened to a somewhat sanitized version of Cindy's 
desires and nodded her head. It was hard for people like them to slip
out, Angela sympathized.
	"The Bergers?" Cindy's mother asked in interest at the drop of
a name.
	"The old coot likes fruit jokes - not that I said that to him,"
Cindy added hastily for Mattson's benefit. "I tagged along after Angela
and let her nobless oblige me to her friends as the poor little
hayseed mutt from the sticks."
	"See, dear, you could fit in if you let yourself," Cindy's mother
said.
	"With the geriatric skeletons that wanted to touch me or the
freeze-dried young that wouldn't because I'm a leper?" Cindy asked.
	That started an argument that led to some rather pointed
observations about people Cindy never met at a party she didn't attend.
Both her mother and Mattson developed troubled looks as she ranted, so
Cindy was reasonably confident she'd hit the marks.
	They wouldn't brag about her social mobility now. They would
remain on the defensive with apology at the ready if the party was
mentioned. That she, and by association Angela, had attended would
become a foregone conclusion left unexamined in their anxiety.
	For Angela, Cindy was relieved to discover, it was much the
same. Not some blank slate depending on chance, Angela was as much 
a designing woman as Cindy. Mrs. Bryce would not approach the Berger's
directly in case Angela had not attended. That would be starting the
gossip herself.
	She would go to Cindy's mother, who had only a tenuous tie to 
the Bergers, and that through the Bryces, and ask about Cindy. Their
story would be confirmed independently without having to alert the
source or discover the deceit.
	A fellow feeling hardly popped up between the two, but Cindy
found a new respect for Angela. The fellow feeling was an accident of
Angela driving Cindy around in her convertible.
	That, Cindy suspected, was to give more credence to them
associating and lay the foundation for future deceit. They happened
to meet a man whom Cindy instantly saw did not interest Angela. He
was corroborating evidence to Angela, but Cindy looked him over.
	"Cindy Mattson, this is Robert Denver," Angela introduced them.
	"Robert, not Bob, I've never been shipwrecked on a deserted
island," Denver quipped.
	Cindy laughed and didn't bother to correct Angela's introduction.
Having the name associated with her made her stomach churn, but in 
this one instance she thought it might be useful to assume an alias.
	Cindy kept her mouth shut and ears open over the next days,
alert for more on Denver. He was an unreliable liar, as far as his
value as a husband. Cindy gleaned that from Angela and thought it
informed her disinterest in him. He was filthy, no one knew how dirty,
rich, but didn't play well with others. The rest gave him due
deference, but didn't pursue. Cindy assumed they were dogs that had
gotten their tails slammed in the door and now sullenly kept their
distance.
	Her concise appraisal of Denver never came into question. None
of it bore on the matter of interest between them. They were
interested in nothing: as in, nothing coming between them.
	"You're down here to glimpse the sparkling lights of this world,
I'm told," Denver said with an arched eyebrow.
	"I'm here because it amuses mother to drag me from my friends
lest I be happy," Cindy said, examining him closely.
	She was taking a middle road because she suspected Denver had
investigated more than he was saying. For all she knew, he could be
aware of her every action, fact and rumor. He was testing her. Cindy
was deciding whether she wanted to pass or fail.
	"But you manage to elude her, your mother I mean," Denver said.
	He left it ominous, or that might have been Cindy's caution. He
did say it with an air more was unsaid. Cindy immediately thought of
the party she didn't attend, but then widened it to include her other
activities.
	"I do what I can, but it's never enough," Cindy tried the leading
utterance herself.
	"I think I could be some help there," he said without
explanation.
	It was oozing out of him. There was still the cautious
examination, but Cindy was getting a feel for Robert Denver. As she
had no interest in the question of his motive, only his intent, she
was satisfied. However he wanted to fix it, Cindy was willing to play.
	"You mean by being impressive enough to get her off my back or
by fucking me?" Cindy broke through the polite dissembling.
	"One would be necessary to accomplish the other, I think," he
said easily. "I think your mother would be satisfied if you learned
that small fact even if you continued your usual activities."
	"You mean plausible deniability?" Cindy asked.
	"Something like that. Polite artifice, understood appearance,
accepted deception, more along those lines," Denver smiled.
	"Fuck her for all I care," Cindy said. "I want the bitch to 
suffer. But I don't like the way things are going."
	"I'm sure we can alleviate both problems," Denver said. "She can
hardly voice an objection. It simply isn't done. Point out one Emperor
is naked and people look at all the other naked Emperors. And she will
want to object. I have quite the reputation for ruin, you know."
	"Too late," Cindy said. "I'm a trash heap. There's no work to
do here."
	"Oh, but there is still adventure, isn't there?" Denver smiled.
	Cindy was happy to see her mother so enthusiastic. No one had
performed a lobotomy. There were the tell-tale signs of too animated,
too busy, too enthusiastic so Cindy could see the real turmoil within.
	She was impaled so perfectly on Denver's pretense that he gained
in Cindy's estimation. Nothing could be more perfect than her mother
gutted by her own artifice, compelled by her acquired status, to give
Cindy what she wanted and she had tried so hard to prevent.
	San Diego was a yacht town. Even Mattson rented one to fit in.
Denver, of course, owned one and kept a crew on hand. A yachting
weekend was so normal that comment was suspect.
	There were others invited, Angela among them. Cindy was
impressed how neatly all the pieces were moved into place. Of course
Angela's little friend tagged along. It was only proper to include the
mongrel. Cindy's mother had to express gratitude for the escape that
infuriated her in private.
	Cindy put her analysis on hold when she saw the boat - ship,
yacht, whatever. More than a bedroom at sea, which was all she had
bothered to think, it was like a small village. Numbers meant nothing.
There was room for all of them to be alone without interruption.
	Cindy's thought turned to more meaty matters. She had accepted
Robert's attentions as a given without examination. Seeing where they
would take place, Cindy let her mind wander into specifics.
	"I want to thank you for this," Angela came over to say.
	It was not only odd for Angela to feel obligation, Cindy was
confused because she didn't think Angela liked Denver.
	"Don't you know?" Angela asked, knitting her brows for a moment
and then saying happily, "But it's still because of you. I suppose
Robert did it to keep you happy."
	Cindy was still mystified until she saw Angela join a man who 
had kept partially concealed by the edge of the cabin. It was the only
thing that made sense. He was the one Angela was with when she needed
the alibi. Now she had the chance to spend the weekend beyond prying
eyes and away from questions.
	No matter where you went, things were the same, Cindy shook her
head in amusement as she wandered forward. There was nothing
clandestine about her intentions. She wanted to find Robert and get
naked as soon as possible. Their polite exchanges had planted a real
need to see the proof of his insinuations.
	"Where are you going?" Robert called to her.
	"To see you," Cindy replied. "and there you are."
	"I thought you saw Le'mon," Robert said looking ahead to where
a large black man with no shirt was coiling a line.
	"I hadn't, but thanks for pointing him out," Cindy said
meaningfully.
	Denver laughed. Cindy didn't think it was just amusement at her
remark. She walked to Robert as quickly as she dared on the gently
swaying deck. She smiled her nasty smile at him.
	"You have the itinerary," he called over his shoulder to a man
in the wheelhouse as he escorted Cindy down the gangway.
	Cindy heard a dirty chuckle as they walked away.
	Cindy didn't know enough about yachts or care enough to be 
impressed by the stateroom. The bed hung from a beam. Cindy saw a bed.
She threw off her clothes. Robert watched her strip.
	"Am I going to do this alone?" Cindy asked sharply.
	"No, no, I only mean to give you the same opportunity when you
are done," Denver said.
	Cindy thought it was a line, but found she was more interested
in seeing naked Robert Denver emerge than she would have guessed. He
wasn't coy or showy. His only concession was to leave his shorts to
last to keep Cindy's attention.
	Cindy was resuming the horniness she felt boarding the yacht as
she saw more. The preview of his cock pushing out the front of his
shorts both relaxed her - that he was eager - and excited her at the
prospect. When he shed the underwear, Cindy was ready.
	"Would you like a drink?" Denver crossed to the bar, making an
odd figure fingering the crystal decanters with his cock straight in
front of him.
	"I want to feel everything," Cindy demurred.
	He came to her without making a drink himself. The delay finally
over, Cindy rolled on her side expectantly.
	"I like a girl that knows her mind," he said as he lazily traced
her breasts, circling in on the nipples and then dragged his hand down
her side to stroke her hip.
	"I like a hard cock in me and moving," Cindy hinted.
	"But that's over in an hour or two and then where's the fun?" he
asked.
	"Waiting for me to suck your cock hard so you can fuck me again,"
Cindy told him.
	"Then there's probably no reason for delay," he said, grabbing
her ass and squeezing, "but I like to be clear. Some girls have such
silly ideas about these things."
	"That you got them here to fuck them?" Cindy expressed surprise.
	"Well, in a way," Denver said letting his hand roam over her
again. "More specifically how and when and with what frequency."
	"Why don't you start and we'll sort it out," Cindy suggested,
his casual touching making her more eager.
	"You remember Le'mon?" Denver made Cindy grimace in frustration.
	"Patience!" Denver demanded and pinched her nipple rather hard,
"We have all weekend and if we get this over now there will be no 
need for delays later."
	"Can't you fuck and talk at the same time?" Cindy argued.
	"I prefer not to," Denver said, but smiled. "The point you are
delaying me in making is that not all the women that come on board
are from the social register. Some of them are looking for, or willing
to provide a good time for all."
	"So the crew helps. I am so shocked," Cindy said in a bored tone,
"Can we fuck now?"
	"Sometimes they have trouble distinguishing the refined from the
common," Denver ignored her. "There have been rude suggestions to
women who had no interest."
	He smiled and added, "And there are those that see, particularly
Le'mon, the perfectly impossible pairing, as one to pursue, perhaps
as a slap in Daddy's face, perhaps because of the common rumor."
	"Are they disappointed?" Cindy was mildly interested.
	"Le'mon is a perfectly horrible perpetuation of the vile,
prejudicial myth," Denver said wryly. "They are not disappointed." 
	"Then maybe I should go see him," Cindy said, inching away. "It
doesn't seem he'd keep me waiting as long as you have."
	"If you're so anxious," Denver gripped her with sudden strength,
"I suppose I don't have to add the part about proclivities."
	"You can fuck me any way you want, just fuck me," Cindy demanded.
	She had aroused his passion or he'd worn out his pretense of
casual reserve. With the grip on her arms he'd taken he pushed her
down and got over her. She grinned in anticipation.
	"There!" he said with a thrust into her. "Happy now?"
	"In a minute. You have to move it, you know," Cindy replied.
	His hands were still tight on her arms, but Cindy paid no heed
as he slammed his cock in her. She moved her hips as he thrust, but
Denver was too busy fucking her and showed no indication he noticed.
	His thrusts were long and hard. He was a bit rough for a start,
but Cindy was relieved to finally be fucked. In a short time she was
lifting for his thrusts happily, sufficiently excited that his vigor
was welcome.
	"You like that don't you, you little slut!" he grunted as he
jabbed into her. "You're not going to whine at all, are you?"
	Cindy didn't think much of it at the time. It didn't seem he
wanted her to whine and the only suggestion she might make was that
he fuck faster. She thought she'd get off if he did. She was content
to wait for it, however. It was nice to have a cock in her again.
	"There now. Right there. Like that!" Denver grunted at a final
few hard stabs.
	Cindy didn't have time to gather the inference before Denver 
broke into frantic dog-fucking from close in. Her twinge of fear that
he'd been done was washed away in the commotion. Cindy slammed up at
him like he'd jammed into her as he fucked. It made it very good. 
	"You're not all talk," Denver told her when he'd rolled off her.
	"Why would you think I am?" Cindy asked sharply.
	"So many are," Denver said. "Little girls like to play dress-up.
They like pretend."
	"I like cock," Cindy said. "And I'm not from around here."
	"Don't you want me to suck your cock?" Cindy said, disappointed
when Denver moved to the edge of the bed.
	"I certainly do, but I have things to attend to," he said, "It's
barely one o'clock. I have arrangements to make. A weekend to outline.
We can fuck all night, but I have to see to the other guests."
	"Then I guess I have to grateful for the nooner," Cindy said
grumpily.
	"Don't be like that," Denver scolded. "I was eager to have you
and to make my speech, but it was, call it excessive lust, and now we
have things to deal with before we can get to the real event later."
	"Like an appetizer," Cindy said.
	"Precisely," Denver smiled. "Something to tide us over."
	It was a lean meal as far as Cindy was concerned. She was glad
of something, but she didn't find standing at the rail in a rather
chilly wind as entrancing as some of the others. It was a boat, a big
boat. She was not captivated by its cost or the prestigious company
or the fact she was on this fancy escape. Only the escape was
important and cock was what she escaped to get.
	 She exchanged smiles with Le'mon, but he was much more reserved
than she had been led to believe.  He looked busy and perhaps was, but
she had trouble seeing him accosting her in the companionway, trying
to force himself on her. That without the obvious fact he wouldn't 
need force.
	Then sun was low when she heard a bell and was told it summoned
her to the main dining room. She was wearing a sundress, a string tie
top that met a bodice that became a short pleated skirt and was 
underdressed. It seemed dinner called for party finery even at sea.
	She slunk to her chair, conveniently the last one empty so she
could find it, and slumped down. She was ostensibly Angela's guest
so they were seated together. An older man was on her other side. He
seemed less concerned with her casual outfit than getting a peek
into her top.
	"They all will hate you for not caring what they think," Angela
whispered to Cindy. "They're afraid to start gossip themselves."
	"Aren't they starting gossip by being here?" Cindy asked.
	"There's a code," Angela said. "No one will admit anything. But
that doesn't go for what you're wearing."
	Cindy thought it referred directly to her until she thought more.
Angela meant the cool appraisal of designer, cost and the other
foolishness that these people turned on each other. Cindy had the urge
to yank off her sundress, which was all she had on, and run up and
down the table naked to see who would faint. 
	That impulse replayed in her memory with some irony an hour
after dinner.
	During that hour she had managed to get another fuck from Denver.
It was purely routine as if he was humping her to stop her complaining.
Cindy was beginning to wonder if he was all reputation and no dick.
	Then they were in the lounge, which was the dining room with
the furniture changed, and passions had heated with the dimming of the
lights. A mirror ball (a mirror ball!) sent shards of light spinning
around the room, lighting indistinct swatches of flesh and an
occasional facial feature in the gloom.
	From what Cindy could see in the passing glimpses, no one was
actually fucking, but preparations were being made. It was then Robert
leaned over to her.
	"You're not shy. I think you're the least shy person here. Don't
you think we need entertainment to move the party along?" Denver
suggested.
	He wasn't getting up to join her, so there was only one
explanation. Cindy sifted it through her mind. Where was the bad? Best
case and worst case merged in a disgraceful departure from her
mother's clutches. There was the chance of attracting someone who
would attend to her like Denver so far had not.
	Cindy was only hampered by being so lightly dressed. There wasn't
much tease in her plain blouse and shorts. She wished she knew more 
about it. Plainly, the ruse was to move so suggestively that she
demanded attention before she removed a thing - and Cindy didn't know
how to do it.
	Hair - she discovered hair as some distraction and gathered her
hair up to pile high on her head as she swayed her hips. She was
careful not to let the circle of her hips become a hula. She moved her
bent arms so her torso had to curve against the rock of her hips.
	Cindy wasn't sure what the rest thought, or if they were
watching, but she felt sinuous as she wound her body in opposing
directions, top and bottom. She felt the distance of a performer
rather than the unease of a spectacle and that made her want to slip
off the shorts.
	Far more than the loose blouse, the shorts were constricting
her. She could feel the seams pull at her as she moved her hips. There
was some pleasure factor in the seam between her legs, but Cindy felt
the need for freedom.
	She found Denver sitting to the side and played to him. She
tipped her hips, gyrated her hips in his direction while lowering the
shorts over her ass. Once they dropped she could step and step out
kicking the short to the side.
	Cindy thought it was time to grab her breasts through her shirt.
She was thinking less theatrically than personally, but it played
just as well. She could plant her feet and bump now and feel she
might hold interest, leaving her the pleasure of holding her chest.
	Yeah, there it is, Cindy's thoughts went raunchy as she showed
off her pussy to the guests. Wait until you see it all, she thought
as her fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse.
	Oooo- nice! Why not? She thought as a hand slipped between her
legs. No one tells what goes on. Cindy felt like masturbating to the
music. She knew it would make her movements hot. The chance to amuse
herself did not escape her. She'd get off and they'd watch. It seemed
one sided in her favor.
	"What about those others?" Cindy asked when Denver hurried her
to the door.
	"They know what to do, I'm sure," Denver said. "I thought you'd
been begging to get fucked all day."
	There was that. And Denver was rushing her to his berth with
need and she was aroused from the play of her fingers in the middle of 
the room. Cindy thought it would be better than the one after dinner.
	"Get up there," Denver propelled Cindy toward the bed.
	He didn't throw her on the bed, but his push sent her within a
hop of landing on the swaying platform. She hopped up as he was
pulling off his clothes. He was good at it. Cindy crawled up and
flopped on her back and Denver was pulling his pants past his knees.
	"You wanted cock? Here it is," Denver announced in a one beat
pause posing with his arms out and his cock pointed at her.
	He was a step and a leap from being on top of Cindy. He was
showing an eagerness that had not come out before. Cindy sighed as
he pushed into her and lifted her knees to encourage him deeper.
It was more like it. He went right at it with lust in a familiar way
for Cindy.
	She wouldn't want to be thrown down and fucked that way without
the erotic exercise in the lounge, but with it she was happy to not
wait for a climactic climb that was waiting inside her to be released.
In the content of her growing pleasure, Cindy didn't notice Denver's
hands on her arms.
	She only noticed their restraint when she tried to match her
movements to Denver's. It was a minor distraction and she let Denver
do more work without complaint. He was up to it this time and Cindy
found in pleasantly different to let him pound on her pussy until
she came.
	"Now I want you to suck my cock," Denver said, crawling up to
lay beside her.
	"Yes sir!" Cindy said to his tone and Denver gave a snort.
	She reversed to lay beside him, leaning on his leg and playing
with his cock. Just so he wouldn't bitch, she leaned down and sucked
the limp thing into her mouth. There was really no point, but she
didn't want him to think she misunderstood.
	She went back to playing, wiggling, stroking it until Denver
began to shift around from the sensation. There was a hard-on to be
urged and Cindy went down to suck Denver's cock.
	"I wonder if you'll play a little game with me this time," Denver
said as Cindy was pulling on his cock with her lips.
	"You can fuck me however you want," Cindy paused to say.
	She felt a jerk in his cock when she agreed. It seemed to be
stiffening palpably as he told her more.
	"It's not just that. I want to tie you up," Denver said.
	"Because you want to hurt me?" Cindy asked.
	"No. I just... I just like it," Denver said.
	The truth detector was in his cock as it twitched at the mention.
It revved him up. Cindy had never thought about it, but was always
seeking new things.
	"Why not?" Cindy said. "I might like it too."
	His cock had not lied about wanting it, but he had about tying 
her up. It was an arrangement of straps that connected to the supports
of his bed. It was a complex web that Denver set up quickly and began
to strap Cindy in.
	She was uncomfortable with her arms strapped bent at her sides
until he passed a strap under her breasts. Another across her hipbones
made her feel she was in a sling. Her knees were fixed wide apart and
only touched the bed without bearing weight. Her feet were free to 
kick, but to no purpose.
	"Now you'll have it the way I want to give it," Denver told her.
"No escape, no interference."
	It sounded scripted so Cindy didn't respond. She was feeling 
some uncertainty and it was like a buzz in her body. It was the thrill
of danger with which she was slightly acquainted. Instead of trying to
fight it down this time, Cindy encouraged it.
	He pushed into her with the hard stab from the first time he'd
fucked her. It seemed more effective from behind and in a harness that
let her swing with the impact. She felt the straps on her arms hold
her within range.
	He teased her after having his fill of the long, hard stabs.
There would be a few normal strokes, quick, short half strokes and 
a stab deep into her. He never let her anticipate and kept her in a
state of uncertainty. The order and duration varied.
	"Fuck me why don't you? Just fuck me!" Cindy called out in
frustration.
	If the hard slams that followed were meant to be punitive, it was
because Denver didn't know Cindy. Cindy more by superstition than
perception repeated her plea, hoping for the same result.
	It was what Denver wanted to hear. He fucked Cindy roughly and
with a snapping cadence.
	"Oh yes!" Cindy thought she understood, "Fuck me!"
	"You'll get it. You'll take it the way I like!" Denver answered.
	He steadied himself on the harness that attached to the supports
and threw his weight at Cindy. She felt the vertigo of swinging in
the restraints as it became a chaos of Denver jerking her to a stop
just as he slammed into her and sent her swinging again.
	Her breasts flopped wildly in the commotion, adding to the sense
she was at the mercy of Denver's lusts. It was not the inability to
escape, for which she had no desire, but the sense her body was his to
control that gave Cindy this novel sensation.
	There was a creeping suspicion no one was in control when Denver
began to fuck her beyond reason. There was little continuity to his
thrusts, coming from here and then there and with the mania that spoke
of his need to fuck faster over-riding his ability to do so.
	Cindy took the peripatetic thrusts because it was all she could
do. The strangeness was already preventing her ability to let the
excitement flow, but she noted each new strangeness with a fascination
that nearly repaid her immunity to orgasm.
	It was a new sensation, an odd sensation, but Cindy felt she
could make it work to her benefit now she knew what it was about.
	"There's cock for you!" Denver crowed as he delivered a few
final jerks against her captive ass. 
	From his tone, Cindy gathered he was satisfied. He'd shot off 
with a fury bordering on insanity, thrusting into her as if something
had taken over his body. She was sure he'd finished when the strokes
wound down and then became the jerks he'd used to emphasize his words.
	"That was cock," Cindy confirmed. "It was new to me, but it felt
like cock."
	"Then you'll like what's coming next," Denver said mysteriously.
	Cindy had only a short chill at his words. Mainly, she knew it
was the reaction intended. She didn't think even Robert Denver could
get away with killing girls and dumping them at sea, not with the
shipful of guests on board.
	There was more anticipation of being helpless and feeling the
uncertainty. Knowing he could do what he wanted contained an
excitement Cindy was just discovering. Denver was a bit strange to her,
but actually fucking he had been no more weird than some others.
	Denver played on the uncertainty. He seemed to know about that
part of his preference. He spent the time of revival stroking and
fondling Cindy, letting her feel her position and his command of her.
	Cindy went along. If it was exciting for him, it might as well be
exciting for her. She tried to let the anticipation build as he toyed
with her. What could he do? she asked herself to speed her pulse.
	"Oh yes," Denver nearly moaned as he knelt behind her and pushed
two fingers inside her like they were his cock. "All open wide and
ready for me."
	Well, she was. Cindy had to admit her vulnerability and he made
it more obvious with the invasion of his fingers. It made her tingle
and provided basic stimulation for her to build on. Her legs pulled
wide pried open her pussy. He had a clear path to fuck her. It was
exciting in a strange way.
	Cindy had better hopes for herself when he started again. She was
catching the mood and felt half warm already in anticipation. She
thought she could hold that excitement the next time and get off on
his freedom to use her.
	"You think you'll like it," Denver scoffed, still fucking her
with his fingers. "You have no clue."
	Cindy wondered if she did. Did he say those things to arouse
himself or was there something unimagined in the offing? The
uncertainty wasn't helpful. The flicker of her inability to resist was
hampering her excitement.
	It seemed to have worked wonders for Denver. He slapped her
heartily on the rear and came close enough she could feel his stiffness
bump against her. He had talked himself into a hard-on.
	"Nothing you can do about it, is there?" he taunted as Cindy felt
him put the hard-on on her asshole.
	She paused to suck in her breath. There were too many reactions
in her head to sort. There was relief it was to be no worse than that.
There was the apprehension of no preparation. There was the question
of the proper response. She guessed.
	"No! Please! Not there! Not in my ass!" Cindy gasped as
authentically as she could manage.
	"Yes, you smug little brat! Right in the ass!" Denver announced
happily as he jerked forward.
	It was hardly comfortable, but it was less than Cindy feared. His
cock was coated in something that made the entrance better, but it 
didn't relieve her of the sudden unwelcome expansion of her asshole
to accommodate his cock.
	That was temporary, Cindy knew and probably important for Denver
to have what he wanted. She was absorbing rather than learning more
about his preferences. She couldn't decode the revenge at the core, but
she did perceive her role as victim.
	He had made that clear with his response to her pleas. It had
only been an impression he would want her to resist, but it was the
right one and Cindy stayed with it.
	"Too big! Take it out!" Cindy complained as Denver worked to 
sink his cock in her ass.
	"I'll take it out when you've got what you deserve!" Denver told
her.
	"I can't take it!" Cindy moaned, finding a certain excitement
in the pretense.
	Cindy was fairly certain Denver didn't mean it outside the
present context and knew how false her protests were. There was
something about the deception that went both ways and being in the
center of it had its own charm. It was a game with serious reasons
for playing.
	Cindy made unhappy sounds as Denver pushed deeper into her ass.
The interesting part was how pretending it was worse added a certain
eagerness that made it seem better than it was. 
	It was no secret that Cindy took it, usually, for her partner's
benefit and the gratitude it reflected on her. Begging Denver not to
turned that on its head. It expanded the pride she usually felt at her
ability into delight at her deception. It didn't make the invasion of
cock exciting, but it made protesting empowering.
	"Now I'll rip you a new one if I want," Denver crowed, settled
deep in her ass and pressing her rear.
	"No, please! Take it out! It's killing me!" Cindy begged.
	"All right," Denver said sweetly as he pulled back.
	"Ooops!" he chortled as he slammed into her again.
	Cindy yelped. She felt Denver's cock jerk in her ass. It was much
like taking it for the pleasure of her partner, but more fun. Having
the cock stuffing her ass didn't change, but the exchange put a happy
face on the exercise. She could tell from his reaction it was having
a similar effect on Denver.
	"That's right! Take it! You can't stop me now, can you? Take it!"
Denver broke into abusing the actual target of his aggression as he
began ramming his cock into Cindy's ass faster.
	Cindy gasped and made complaining sounds, but didn't break into 
the private world Denver inhabited. She knew it wasn't about her and
had enough with being strapped down and ass-fucked. There was some
slight thrill in the outragessness, but mostly Cindy trying to breathe
as Denver's cock slammed into her ass.
	"Did you like the game?" Denver asked a bit cautiously after he'd
fucked to a furious climax in her ass and dropped to the bed.
	Still secured in the straps, Cindy was just as cautious about
her reply. She settled on direct, but mysterious.
	"Let me out and ask again," she said.
	"It was new," she said when she was free. "Points for that. I 
didn't know what was going on at first, so not so good, but I think
it would be better another time. I didn't mind. Overall, I guess it
was okay with hopes for improvement."
	"At least you didn't scream and call me names," Denver shrugged.
	"You asked," Cindy reminded him. "Who does it help for me to
lie?"
	"I suppose," Denver said sounding unconvinced.
	"What do you want?" Cindy challenged him. "Some lie about how
great it was and then a string of excuses about not doing it again?"
	Denver gave a snort that made Cindy felt she'd struck some soft
spot. She had seen similar reactions before when she'd innocently
struck on an old memory by saying what was obvious to her.
	"I'm not saying that," Cindy said. "I'm saying I might get off
on it now I know what to expect."
	"Then I'll put my toys away and maybe we'll take them out another
time," Denver said.
	"You don't have to put them away. I think we can use them for
something else," Cindy said.
	Laying on the two straps, just below her breasts and over her
hipbones, was an anxiety of a completely different nature. Cindy could
brush the bed with her fingers and could ground herself with her feet,
but she chose the ambiguity of floating, as it seemed, tenuously in
air.
	Here the uncertainty was of too much freedom as it felt like she
was being swung in mid-air as Denver fucked her. As much as it was the
case, the illusion that she wasn't swinging on straps was greater. 
Cindy felt fucked in mid-air. It was a different, and much easier to
embrace, thrill than the other. 
	She was still at his mercy, and without the other straps
restraining her was buffeted all the more. She swung farther and was
stopped harder by the impact of their bodies' convergence. Her breasts
flew wider and she was the victim only of momentum as he drove his
cock into her.
	Cindy groaned contentedly as his thrusts kept her in motion. She
felt as helpless, but as abandoned to the will of nature and the force
of gravity. She was caught by circumstance into the swinging dance on
the hard cock ramming into her.
	"Not bad for an old man," Cindy let out as Denver's increasing
drive made the apparatus tremble around her.
	The swinging became a jerky ride as Denver thrust faster. She
bounced as much as swung as his strokes came rapid and deep. It wasn't
about floating any more. Denver had made it about the hard cock that
was claiming its place deep in Cindy's pussy.
	"I don't mean I don't want to play your game," Cindy said after,
"I liked that, though. I guess I am an impatient kid after all."
	"Huh?" Denver asked.
	"This afternoon. I thought we'd fuck and fuck. I didn't see
saving it up. But you came through. I should have waited," Cindy said.
	"You did," Denver smiled. "You mean you should have been happier
waiting."
	Cindy would have been willing to wait longer in the morning. Not
that Denver woke her up with his cock in her and started in. That would
have been better. He was up at first light and Cindy wasn't ready for
the day to begin.
	He called her a few names and then let her lounge in the bed
while he went to see to his guests. Cindy couldn't get back to sleep,
but stayed in bed for spite another hour. She debated going to look
for Denver naked, but what was the thrill since everyone had already
seen her that way and where was there to go if she started with
nothing?
	Cindy chose a tank top and shorts to give her something to
slip out of if the situation arose. She didn't think there would be
formal wear in the morning on a yacht.
	Somehow the other women made Cindy look slutty, even being the
most covered female on deck. Cindy wasn't embarrassed, but it was
getting to be monotonous to be slapped in the face with fashion.
The women were arrayed in tiny fashion, peek-a-boo fashion, and the
unifying factor was that each costume made the most of the woman in it.
	"Can the grungy one sit here?" Cindy asked Angela.
	"You look fine. Anyone here would wear that if they could get
away with it," Angela said.
	"You could," Cindy said.
	Angela smiled a secret smile.
	"Not like you," Angela said. "I might get away with it without
the competition, but between you and me, there's an optical illusion
in the top of this suit. It makes me look bigger than I am."
	Cindy widened her eyes in surprise and let it pass. She didn't
care about Angela's chest and from what she'd seen of Emily's luck,
most men didn't care either.
	"Do we lounge around all morning? Is that the program?" Cindy
changed the subject.
	"We display ourselves until there is a taker," Angela said.
"Seriously, there's no program. The guests work it out for themselves."
	Cindy looked around for Denver. There were some guests working
something out aft of her and Denver was there, smiling approvingly.
She waited to see how approvingly and then the couple casually slipped
away and left Denver where he was. Cindy went to see him.
	"I thought you might be seeing to those guests that just left,"
Cindy said.
	"No time," Denver said, smiling at her insinuation, "and I have
you here so there's no need."
	"We going to the cabin?" Cindy asked.
	"I still have guests to see," Denver said.
	"Is Le'mon busy?" Cindy asked to see the reaction.
	"You'll have to ask Le'mon," he said with no reaction. "Lunch is
at one. You might want to appear."
	"So that's all right?" Cindy wanted confirmation of his apparent
approval. "I can do what I want?"
	"Just don't get so tired you can't handle me when I've got time
for you," Denver said. "I know how you are and I'm not asking you to
jerk off all day waiting for me. See to your urges and understand I'd
rather help you, but also understand there are things I have to do."
	"Suits me," Cindy said.
	Le'mon and the legendary cock. Cindy hadn't thought of it until
then. Before, it was an interesting fact, like the Statue of Liberty 
is copper, not green. Now it was a possibility and Cindy had to give
it some thought.
	Getting laid was not even a question. She wanted that. Was the
conquest of a man with a big cock going to be different? That was a
question. The big one going to be different? Undoubtedly. Better?
Unknown. The largest question was how Le'mon saw it and how much it
affected his attitude and behavior.
	That was a question wondering wasn't going to answer. Cindy had
to find Le'mon.
	"Many girls come up to you and ask you to fuck them right out?"
Cindy asked when she located Le'mon.
	His laugh was deep and rich, reminiscent of a long-ago soft
drink ad.
	"Most young ladies make conversation first," Le'mon said in his
vibrant baritone.
	"Well, that's good because otherwise it makes you sound like a
trained pony or something," Cindy said.
	"And it's good that you are not asking right out because I would
have to tell you I am too busy," Le'mon said.
	"Too late am I?" Cindy asked and Le'mon nodded.
	"Then I'm mucking this up, aren't I? I imagine you were hoping to
avoid attention?" Cindy asked.
	"These women gossip..." Le'mon said, excepting Cindy because she
was present.
	"Then let me drag you away," Cindy said quickly. "That should fix
it. They can gossip about the wrong one and you'll be in the clear."
	Le'mon nodded and allowed her to take his arm. Below decks, 
Cindy halted at Denver's cabin and smiled.
	"I'll stick here long enough," she said. "Maybe I'll see you
later?"
	"I will reserve you a place," Le'mon said rather formally.
	It was all right. Cindy didn't know the social landscape and she
didn't want to make an enemy by asking the wrong woman's man. If she
had tried harder to pierce the darkness the night before, she might
be able to make a guess, but she hadn't.
	Denver was busy and there was a pretense she left with Le'mon
for anyone watching. Her first two choices were unavailable so Cindy
resigned herself to Denver's cabin for the duration. Lunch wasn't so
far off.
	"Well, she did seem to be with him, but perhaps she's curious
about the ship," Cindy heard Denver outside the door and saw the knob
turn.
	"Women with Le'mon are not curious about the ship," came a
sneering reply as Cindy found refuge in the closet.
	Well, she had no place for hard feelings. She had asked to fuck
Le'mon a few minutes before. She lost the desire to have hard feelings
and instead substituted interest when she saw how the lady was pulling
Denver into the cabin.
	It appeared Cindy wasn't the only predatory bitch on the hunt.
She didn't recognize the woman, but hardly expected to since Angela
was the only woman she knew. She had an impression of a distinguished
man with gray temples by her side the previous night.
	She was sure of her intent and turned her interest to the way
Robert seemed to be trying to graciously escape.
	"The others will miss me," he was complaining.
	"George will not miss me," she said strongly. "Not with all the
boobies on display."
	It sounded, even to Cindy's young ears, like an assignation of
revenge. Familiar enough with the motive, she could hear it in the
woman's tone and see it in her determination.
	Well, he could hardly deck her, Cindy thought. It was amusing
to see Denver squirm as he sought an excuse and went a long ways toward
settling Cindy's ambivalence about the matter. Then the woman was
peeling off her suit and the scene went back to interesting.
	It wasn't like she had any claim on Denver. Cindy found that 
easier to think as she watched the way he surrendered only having been
blocked in every avenue of escape. It made strange sense, yacht people
sense, that he would find it wiser to yield in his situation than
to make a scene.
	Cindy settled in to enjoy the show. Through the slats of the door
she had a good view of the bed. She expected a staged performance and
was not disappointed.
	Mrs. Whatever had Denver on the bed and was laying on top of him.
Cindy couldn't miss that it was a good way to keep Denver in place. She
played it with a wink to that fact.
	"Now young man, no fighting it," she said. "You owe your guests
a good experience."
	She said it as she tousled Denver's hair in a motherly way. She
tapped him on the nose with a saucy smile.
	"And to make it special, I'm going to give you a treat," she
said.
	By the time she had squirmed down and was looking meaningfully
at Denver's belt, Cindy had it figured out. Mrs. Whatever probably
hadn't put her mouth on her husband's cock in years. She had the
confused idea that made it special to everyone. Cindy's mind jumped
from that to wondering if she would end up in the strap contraption.
	It was as good a thought as any. Other than an urge to laugh
at the exaggerated way Mrs. Whatever enlarged every motion of licking
Denver's cock and putting it in her mouth, it wasn't much to watch.
Maybe if she knew who the woman was, the shock would add value.
	Cindy half believed that must be the case as the woman's efforts
brought Denver's cock to a stand. But it was a woman's mouth and she
did deign to put his cock inside it for a requisite time. Cindy was
inclined to think Denver couldn't help himself.
	That premise grew weaker as the woman crawled up the bed and
threw herself on her back beside Denver. He shoved off his pants, took
off the shirt she had ignored and got over her.
	"Here's to good hosts, he said cheerily and pushed into her.
	The breach of manners was worse than fucking her, Cindy thought.
Or it had gone too far to stop. But maybe... crept in. But maybe she
had aroused an interest and, having been already defeated, Denver was
going to make the best of it.
	Who was she kidding? Cindy asked herself as she watched Denver's
butt bounce up and down on the old lady. If she put up a fight at all
it would be less than half of Denver's protest and she'd fuck like a
cat in heat in the back alley.
	Her main complaint was that it wasn't interesting. Mrs. Whatever
obviously only needed another man's cock in her to satisfy her motive.
It wasn't an interest in sex, good sex at least.
	"That's right, get right up in there. Use the parts George never
reaches," she urged as Denver ground into her.
	That settled it for Cindy. Denver was an interchangeable part in
Mrs. Whatever's revenge. It was about her husband and not Denver. For
some reason that soothed Cindy. She had no reason to feel that way, but
it seemed she did.
	Cindy waited some minutes after they had gone to emerge from her
hiding place. She avoided the bed, choosing one of the chairs instead.
A matter of territory, she told herself. That, and Denver being able
to desert his duties for Mrs. Whatever and not her.
	She wasn't attached to Robert Denver. He was interesting and
willing to fuck her. Her jealousy, if that was what it was, was
directed at his cock and not the man.
	Cindy took a better inventory of the guests at lunch. There was
casual seating so she could draw better conclusions. She finally 
identified the man Angela was eager to see. He was lanky with a
prominent Adam's apple and a stranger to Cindy. She assumed the man
with Mrs. Whatever and her mysterious grin was George.
	At first glance George seemed dull and barely aware of his
surroundings, but later Cindy caught a tiny flicker of his eyes toward
one of the other girls. She re-did her inventory, looking for the
less obvious clues. They were the kind Cindy would have usually 
missed from disinterest.
	A couple of the girls wore bikinis with covers that were less
than stunning. They looked fine to Cindy, but her closer examination
noted the difference. Probably friends of the elite like she was,
Cindy reasoned. That possibly meant they were there to fuck, like she
was.
	They tended to clump, not pair off, so Cindy thought they hadn't
been brought for one person, like she had. They could be adventuresses
hoping to make a connection, but it boiled down to the same thing
for Cindy's purposes. They might have been mistresses of one of the
guests, or one of her assumptions could apply to one of the girls
and the other to the other.
	Cindy was interested in the ones interested in the lone girls.
They'd be the ones to drag into the sail locker for a quick one if
the urge took her. Of course there was George, who Cindy guessed was
a randy old bat that didn't miss his wife's affection, but she had no
axe to grind with either of the Whatevers and that was the only reason
she could imagine for fucking George.
	"You could just ask me," Denver said afterwards on deck. "I'm
as willing to gossip as the next guest."
	"Huh?" Cindy said in her wisdom.
	"You were very subtle about watching, but transparent making up
your mind," Denver said. "I could almost read each supposition in your
expression."
	"A girl has to do something to entertain herself," Cindy said.
	"Then entertain me," Denver suggested. "Tell me what you think
of our guests."
	Cindy repeated her suspicions, being vague about the Whatevers.
Denver smiled at her.
	"You don't have to be so polite about Mrs. Deevers," Denver said,
giving the Whatevers a name. "Your eyes are so bright I could see them
watching us."
	"You could not!" Cindy brazened and confessed in one.
	"Well, maybe not, but your sandals were by the chair and there 
were other clues," Denver said. "Mean old bird, isn't she?"
	"I don't know why her husband cheats on her," Cindy said. "She
may have a reason or not."
	"It's the same old reason, money," Denver said a bit keenly. "She
won't leave the pile of it and you saw the twisted way she
compensates."
	"Like he cares," Cindy snorted. "She's doing him a favor."
	"And he's the only one," Denver looked at her levelly.
	"Le'mon was busy or the coast would have been clear," Cindy said,
anticipating where he was going.
	"Like I care," Denver parroted her words. "You've got nothing to
prove to me."
	Cindy smiled. She felt happy he was granting her understanding
of the subtext. She decided to test it further.
	"So which of those guys are free agents?" Cindy asked. "Did I
guess right?"
	"No, you were way off," he said, but with a smile she didn't
trust. "Peter, the guy with the Adam's apple, is unattached as far as
I know. Hendrick, the stocky brush cut, has a fiancée and Gilbert, the
guy with Hendrick, hints he's gay at every opportunity."
	"And the girls?" Cindy continued.
	"Brittany and Audrey are guests," Denver said. "They are not my
guests. You are my guest and I don't speculate if they fulfill a
similar function for their host."
	"Who is that?" Cindy asked. "Not Mr. Deever. The guy that was so
interested in my chest at dinner?"
	Denver touched his nose.
	"No, can't be," Cindy contradicted them both. "He was with Turkey
Neck."
	"Mrs. Childers is an old friend and apt to drag others along like
a magnet," Denver said. "Next you'll want to stand outside cabins and
see who goes to see whom."
	"So you're giving me the official story?" Cindy sounded as 
disappointed as she was.
	"More interesting than a board game, don't you think?" Denver
said.
	"You know if Le'mon is busy?" she changed the subject.
	"Probably not unless we run into weather," Denver said. "He
prefers to take night shifts."
	"When everyone is in their proper, or expected places," Cindy
said. "Is it proper to tip him?"
	"Would you like some money?" Denver asked pointedly and Cindy
got his point.
	Cindy looked for Le'mon out of a strange sense of obligation. She
had threatened Denver with him twice and Le'mon said he had reserved
a place for her. For once the strange adventures aboard the yacht had
superceded her lust. She was more interested in the secrets of the
people she passed than in finding Le'mon.

	"I'm sorry," Cindy was trying to comfort a downcast Angela.
	"It's not your fault," Angela sniffled. "If you were like the
rest of these people I would never know."
	"I probably could have found a better way, but..." Cindy said.
	"No," Angela interrupted, fierce in tears. "Nothing else would
have worked as well. He'd find some wiggle room, some way to create
doubt."
	"You hang out with the wrong people," Cindy said. "Is this the
way it was with Robert?"
	"You might be right about the people, but you're wrong about
Robert," Angela told her. "He was very taken with me and turned my
head, but he was up front. He said it was about sex and it wasn't in 
him to be faithful."
	"But you wished it was and have been angry at him since," Cindy
tried to make the story fit her impressions.
	"Not angry, really," Angela wavered, "Disappointed. And I wanted
to let him know so he didn't try to change my mind."
	That fit with Angela's, to Cindy, juvenile view of fairy
princesses and princes. Angela wanted to believe and was susceptible
to those who promised to let her.
	The dreams also fit with Angela's pampered life, Cindy thought.
But Angela wasn't that way all through. She was the harpy of Hell when
she burst into Peter's cabin, screeching at him.
	Cindy thought Angela had taken her sweet time arriving, but now
suspected the delay was intentional to give Peter no explanation. For
herself, Cindy was only uncomfortable that Angela might think she was
more eager than she was. She didn't want to fuck Peter because she took
Angie's side, but she didn't mind him undressing her or fondling her
for a purpose.
	She had run out of little delays and thought Peter was going to
put his cock in her before Angela arrived. Now she suspected Angela
felt she arrived too early when she interrupted him in the process.
	Then he invited Angela into his world. Come on, she's hot, he'd
said. The three of us can have a real good time. As if. Even if Peter
had supernatural powers or keen perception and suspected Cindy had been
in a grouping like it before, he was wrong about that one.
	Cindy had no particular desire for Angela, but Peter was the
sticking point. She might be convinced to join Angela, but not him.
Angela was firmer about every aspect. She wanted Peter to shrivel and
die.
	"Would you like something to take your mind off it?" Cindy asked.
	Angela looked at her with a hopeless grimace.
	"Le'mon said he'd see me later. You could take my place if you
wanted," Cindy said and saw a vengeful smile creep onto Angela's face.
	"Peter hates Le'mon and his reputation, but it's so obviously
jealousy," Angela said. "Wouldn't you mind? I hear it's quite the
experience."
	Cindy smiled at Angela. It was a little white lie to let the girl
think she was making a sacrifice. She had been growing more ambivalent
to the idea throughout the day. Meeting Le'mon, striking up a
conversation and it leading to bed was one thing, but the more she
thought of it, the colder the arrangement, and more liked the trained
pony it made Le'mon.
	It wasn't up to her to decide how Le'mon viewed it, but Cindy was
beginning to feel funny about being a part. Angela had cause and it
made perfect, as well as convenient, sense.
	"I smell a change in the air," Denver said cryptically as they
dressed for dinner.
	"Can't we talk like normal people, without code, in here?" Cindy
asked irritatedly.
	"You passed on Le'mon," Denver said. "Can't get enough of me,
eh?"
	"That's right. I'm infatuated, can't get enough. I'll say it. I'm
head over heels in love and you'll have a problem getting shed of me,"
Cindy said in the same tone of irritation.
	"It does concern me," Denver said, putting on a hurt face while
assuming she was lying.
	"Angela needed it more and it seemed, I don't know, cold-
blooded," Cindy explained. "Good for her and good for me."
	"That's good," Denver said with the unconcern of a long married
man who isn't listening, but Cindy sensed the relief.
	"You're a fucking relic," Cindy said to get some reaction.
	"A nice fucking relic," Cindy amended when he raised an eyebrow.
"But I think fuck buddies is what we are. You like girls to come and go
and I've got people waiting when I escape this place."
	This time Angela was seated next to Cindy rather than the other
way around. Cindy had been moved to the right corner of Denver's end
of the table, on his right hand, as it were. Other subtle shifts had
taken place, although Cindy noted Mr. and Mrs. Deever still sat
together. The easier to torment each other, she gathered. She didn't
speculate on Turkey Neck Childers and the sugar daddy. Geriatric sex
was gross and they were eating.
	In the after-dinner lull, Denver and Cindy were in his cabin, not
fucking. Cindy was beginning to appreciate the rhythm and perceive the
rumbling undertone of sex deferred throughout the day. The only
attention she'd had was the thankfully aborted attempt with Peter and
some notice at the pool on the foredeck when she'd stripped off rather
than fetch a suit and made a few dives. 
	In spite, she didn't feel neglected. It was a day charged with
sexual discovery, just not her sex. The intrigues were titillating and
experience told her a satisfying flurry was in store. It was enough for
her to let her desires simmer until they could be unleashed with
enhanced fury. 
	"I suppose your friend is at loose ends now," Denver said
casually.
	"You're not going to suggest inviting her in with us too, are
you?" Cindy huffed, before she realized she had revealed a detail not
in evidence before.
	Denver made a snort of a laugh before he said, "Nothing so
gauche. I meant it will be interesting to see what happens. Who will
try to move into Peter's void? And I would never invite her to join
us so soon. Certainly not until tomorrow."
	Cindy knew she was being kidded, but the part about someone
trying to profit from Peter's loss seemed too much a part of these
circling sharks to be a joke. She'd put her money on the guy with a
fiancée, because a guy pretending to be gay was only out for a good
time. She didn't voice it, however.
	"What's the evening's entertainment this time?" she changed to
another topic.
	"Sport fucking," Denver said with an instant response.
	"What?" Cindy asked.
	"It's the night for adventurous pairs to, ostensibly, become so
lost in the moment that they forget where they are and do a little
advertisement for their athleticism and creativity," Denver said.
	"So they fuck in front of us. Who?" Cindy asked.
	"Whoever forgets themselves first," Denver smiled. "It's not a
protocol, more of a calculation. If we go first, will someone top us?
If they go first, can we compete? It's a balancing act of out-doing,
like all gatherings of this sort."
	"Are we entered?" Cindy asked.
	"If we are, then you'll carry the weight," Denver said. "I'm too
old to be impressive and not old enough for the talking dog factor."
	"Talking dog?" Cindy asked.
	"You don't know that one?" Denver was surprised. "When a dog
talks, you don't criticize what it says. It's enough it talks."
	"Like Mr. Deever being able to get it up," Cindy put together.
	Cindy experienced the detachment of no responsibility in the
lounge. She had a taste of the jaded boredom her companions lived as
a matter of fact. It seemed too rude to jump up yelling.
	It wasn't the first couple that 'lost their heads' - not at 
first. It was one of the freelancers and one of sugar daddy's, um,
guests that attracted the first attention. It was subtle but not
explainable that soft lights came up to the level of dim around them.
	They were playing a strange game of bait and switch in the
glow. They started, stopped, took new positions and started again.
They were building to a finish as they seemed to search for the best
way to set the explosion. It was, of course, just delay before the
real theatrics to draw in audience in.
	"They're busier than some, but nothing inventive so far," Denver
whispered in Cindy's ear to put the performance in perspective.
	There was a ripple when the man stroked his cock in the crack
of his kneeling partner's ass. There were feints toward her asshole
before he returned to her pussy.
	"There's controversy over anal sex so early," Denver confided.
"Some call it a desperate ploy and lack of imagination. I think that
has to do with the women that refuse and so ruin their partner's
chance. Depends on the crowd, of course."
	"What about this one?" Cindy whispered back.
	"Oh, I don't know," Denver looked around, "Shouldn't present
much of a problem, but it's still thought of as unimaginative."
	They weren't really watching, in pretense. Cindy could feel
Denver's erection against her ass through her clothes as he absently
fondled her breasts. There were other configurations of more or less
activity, wearing more or less clothing, all conveniently posed so
they had a view.
	"Well now, perhaps she sings," Denver commented when the woman
got astride the man and moved on his cock with determination.
	Cindy took that to mean it was a unimaginative conclusion to the
busy build-up. It certainly seemed the woman was intent on making her
partner cum. Cindy thought they had worked pretty hard to get to that
point and that it was a tough crowd to impress.
	There was a rumble, not of appreciation but of censure, at a
disturbance. Someone was coming out of the dim into the less dim.
Cindy interpreted the pulling away from a cautioning hand first. She
thought one of the men was taking exception.
	It was a man because she saw his cock first. He stepped over the
copulating pair with it standing stiff in front of him. Cindy was not
alone making noises of alarm as he pushed the woman down on the man.
	There was approaching motion in the shadows as the man dropped
down. It halted when the man put his cock to the woman's asshole. The
play revealed, the deceit uncovered, there was a snickering release
of nervousness when his intention was clear.
	The woman moved uncomfortably, but not unwillingly as the cock
went up her ass. It was clear enough this was the plan from the start.
There was a murmur from the people who were not watching, in pretense.
It was like wind through autumn leaves, the sound of controversy.
	"They're discussing the late arrival," Denver confided. "Cheap
trick or valid surprise."
	Cindy barely heard him. She had finally identified the new
arrival. It was Peter. Cindy looked through the gloom to find Angela,
but couldn't locate her. She wondered how Angela was taking it.
	It was on her side, slightly bent at the waist and in her own
room. Le'mon had plead exhaustion in his modest way and Angela had
shown actual concern. This alerted the dark seaman to a possible treat
and he had allowed Angela to suggest a delay, missing the festivities in
favor of his visit.
	He was sheened in sweat as Angela moaned while he fed her the
fine blacksnake that nestled at his groin.
	Peter, while Cindy had to admit his part could hardly be onerous,
was playing to an empty seat. If he expected to show Angela the ease of
his rebound, he was frustrated in the effort. She was exploring
greener, albeit sadder, pastures and couldn't see.
	Denver laughed when Cindy asked him the impact of the show.
	"We've had wilder in broad daylight, on deck," he said, admitting
in the next moment that it was not with the present crowd.
	"I didn't see Angela," Cindy noted.
	"Young lady, I've had just about enough of this indecent concern
for others," Denver said whimsically, but sternly. "Right now it's your
ass you should be concerned about."
	Cindy felt the swing and decided he was right. Emily wasn't her
concern in that much detail and Angela certainly less so. It was time
for the lust deferred and that was where her mind should be.
	"So you're going to jam it in my ass because you've seen it
done?" Cindy scoffed for his reaction.
	"I'm going to put it where I want and your job is to open your
legs and present the options," Denver told her.
	"Don't you need to tie me up or something?" Cindy asked
defiantly.
	"I can make you sorry for that," Denver promised.
	Sorry is a relative term. You can be sorry you bumped someone
and sorry your retort made them knock you down and punch you in the
face. Cindy hung somewhere between the two when Denver brought out
his straps.
	Seeming to have learned from her performance the night before,
Denver had Cindy hang free above the bed, but in variance to the
previous night suspended her face up. The strap across her shoulders 
that supported her wound around her arms to a hitch around her wrists.
Her legs were pulled up separate to the strap just above her ass, pulled
wide and slightly back over her body.
	Cindy hung just at the right height, not immobile but helpless
in the web of straps. She would swing freely when he fucked her and
this time she would watch.
	"Like that?" Denver asked. "This way you can squirm more when I
give it to you."
	"Then give it to me and let me see," Cindy demanded.
	"I'll give it to you when I want," Denver said.
	There wasn't much mystery to Cindy, nor did she intend any. Less
aware men would have figured her out. They were also less likely to
use their knowledge to torment her.
	Cindy experienced the confusion of the treatment she expected
turning into Denver's frustrating teasing, still under the influence of
the sensation. She had tested her restraints, already knew how she
could make limited movements within their confines. She was expecting
to heave and sway as she played unwilling while delivering an active
cooperation with his fucking.
	As Denver refused to put his cock in her and made it ride in
her slit, sliding against her in most tantalizing ways, Cindy found 
her position more restricting and her heaves and sways only a
collaborator in her own frustration. She couldn't move where he
couldn't evade and her efforts were as arousing to him as frustrating
to her.
	Denver was turning the simple truth of Cindy to his advantage.
There was no way to fuck her that she didn't like. He got that reaction
by refusing to fuck her. It was just the kind of distress that he
liked. It became quickly impossible for him to resist ramming his cock
home.
	"Oh, thank you!" Cindy sighed guilelessly.
	"You're more grateful than that," Denver warned, threatening to
pull his cock out. "How much you want it?"
	"Please don't take it out! I can't stand any more teasing!" Cindy
complied with his wishes, "Fuck me! I need it bad! Put it right in
there deep and fuck me!"
	Going deep was largely an illusion in the swing. It was possible
if Denver wanted to chase Cindy to the end of the tether and press
against her, but he opted for the more active course. When he bumped,
she moved and set up a series of disjointed adjustments that were at
once random and sure.
	Her wriggles as he pursued made his cock pierce more and less
pussy in ever varying patterns. Cindy pulled with her arms, pulled with
her legs, wanting more. Denver threw his hips at her establishing the
pattern of the pattern, and letting physics do the rest.
	"Make it harder! Make it deeper!" Cindy begged.
	She was jabbering whatever came to mind. She was being fucked,
which fogged her senses, and she was being fucked in a novel way, which
left her mind more blank. Back in the blotted out part of her mind, she 
knew slumping in the straps would bring a steady fuck as she knew it,
but she was unable to even examine her disposition toward that as
Denver's uncertain thrusts made her writhe in her bonds.
	Denver was singularly quiet as he fucked Cindy. He was finding
the experience unique as well. Others that had flopped in the straps
had not furnished the grind of Cindy's hips. He held the straps that
pulled open Cindy's legs for support and didn't hamper the motion
caused by her struggles and the impact of his hips.
	His hips accelerated to an unrelenting pace. It was not the
careful thrusting he planned, but it did no harm. Ordinarily it would
be streaking for home, but Denver found the fury cancelled by the
overload of sensation his thrust found inside Cindy.
	It was an intense collision of sucking sound and mingled cries
as they slapped together. Cindy strained as Denver pounded into her,
reaching for climax as if it was a gold ring and seeing it slip by
again and again and she whirled past. The fear she was not fated for
completion began to build, finally to be brushed aside by the other
building, the building of pleasure deferred, that exploded through
her like an electric charge.
	"No! You'll take it!" Denver called out as if her commotion was
 an argument.
	He only vaguely understood the sharp pitching and used it as fuel
for his own desire. There was an air of contentiousness in Cindy's
mindless reaction that was missing from her struggles before. Denver
let himself interpret it as evasion and his response as assertion of
his mastery.
	He began shooting off as Cindy vibrated in completion. To her, it
seemed a frantic effort to prolong her pleasure.
	"I hoped you liked the easy part," Denver said pleasantly after
some time to recover.
	"Am I allowed to like it?" Cindy asked. "I didn't think that was
the point."
	"The point is I do what I want," Denver said, emphasizing the
personal pronouns. "What you do is unimportant."
	"Shucks," Cindy sighed, tiring of holding her head up and letting
it loll back, "I thought you were going to have a special thrill
because I don't like it in the ass."
	"I'll take it into consideration as a favor to you," Denver said.
"I'll try to be more pleased at your discomfort."
	"Don't mind me. I'm unimportant, Cindy shot back at him.
	"Oh no, your lack of options is important. Your helpless presence
is essential for me to do what I want," Denver corrected.
	Cindy hadn't been fishing for an explanation, but, as Denver
said, she didn't have options. She wasn't trying to sharpen her
understanding of his need. There was enough in trying to shape her
response in her own best interests.
	If the ass-fuck was as tumultuous as the fuck, Cindy foresaw
pain. She re-visited the idea of hanging limp and leaving the ravage
to Denver, but she doubted she could stay still with an assful of cock.
	Her thoughts loomed as prickling apprehension as Denver took an
extended time playing with her asshole. The idea grew larger and loomed
nearer with every invasion of his finger.
	"I think this in when we find the truth of Cindy," Denver said,
noting her apprehension in her every reaction.
	"It's not in my butt," Cindy bantered bravely.
	"But it might be in how you take it," Denver countered.
	You're making a big deal. It's not so much, Cindy counseled
herself. She still jumped when Denver pressed his cock to her asshole.
	"Relax. It will only take an hour or so," Denver played to her
reaction.
	Several truths became real for Cindy as Denver pushed and let her
swing back. What he didn't do in pushing his cock into her ass was
done for him by her swinging back from the original push. That was the
truth of her helplessness. Every flinch that granted temporary
amnesty only made her feel his cock regain that ground. That was the
truth that bravery was the easiest path.
	And there was the truth that none of the truths made her stop
flinching or made it easier to have her ass stretched around the
invading cock.
	Denver could feel the uncertainty in her asshole and took full
advantage. Cindy had been a novelty so far and he was excited to
finally draw her into his world. Her corruption of his domination had
been an interesting detour, but he was eager to see how she was when
reduced to his normal victim.
	"Go ahead," Cindy encouraged as she could feel the tickle of his
thighs along her butt. "You're in. Find the truth in there."
	Defiant amused Denver. It was an extra thrill to do as he liked
while they pretended resistance. He settled into Cindy's ass with a 
lunge and then started her swinging by pulling her strings.
	"Fucker!" Cindy called out with real emotion. "Can't even do it
yourself!"
	Denver didn't notice and didn't care that her cry was the release
of anxiety. He was too invested in matching her motion to the best
possible sensation of her tight ass stroking his cock. It was part of
the process, proof of his control, to make her move just as he would
move his hips.
	That it was more complex to control it, as it were, second hand
than to thrust into her ass, made his skill obvious. Doing it well
gave him both the thrill of control and the pleasing grip of her ass
moving him in and out of the heat of her ass.
	"What about this?" Cindy asked impishly as she bucked in her
braces.
	It threw Denver off. In revenge, he stabbed hard into Cindy's
ass. He gripped the straps he used to steady himself and continued
driving deep and slapping hard on Cindy's ass. She yowled as her
bouncing in mid-air made the thrusts even sharper.
	"No! Stop! I'll lay still!" Cindy pledged in a panic.
	He felt her go limp, but it was the plea that made his cock swell
in her ass. There was no sneer in it. He had evoked panic and there
was no going back.
	He didn't thrust with as much freedom, but there was no returning
to the comparatively sedate moving her on his cock. He'd felt a surge
when she begged and he pursued it fast and deep in her ass.
	Cindy had no more tricks. She lay on the straps, wrapped in the
straps and took it. She had been on an emotional ride of apprehension
followed by relief and then a foolish gambit that brought his cock
stabbing inside her in all the ways she feared. He had settled into
a rapid, hard ass-fuck and Cindy felt the apprehension return as she
took it and feared the fury again.
	"Nice of you to take it," Denver sneered at her and was rewarded
by silence.
	It was proof he had conquered. He slammed into her and began to
shoot in the glow of accomplishment unmarred. Even this one could be
subdued. It might not have made his balls jerk harder, but it seemed
that way to Denver.
	"You want more?" Denver asked casually after a pause.
	Alert to this ruse, Cindy regarded Denver carefully. He had
released her and she was laying on the bed with the straps dangling
above her.
	"Like my choice? Like last night?" Cindy asked.
	"Or you could find out what it's like to lay on the bed in
restraints," Denver suggested.
	Cindy was wary. Denver hadn't gone insane before, but it made
sense to lull her into complacency. There was her impression that she
could make her predicament work for her and the uncertainty of the
change.
	It being Denver's boat tipped the balance. She had accepted the
invitation with the idea of learning new things. She had to agree.
	The strap between wrists and ankles was not a notch too long
nor too short. There was a marvel of engineering there, as far as
Cindy was concerned, but it was rather an understanding of human
anatomy. As far as she could bring her ankles forward was tantalizingly
short of resting on her hands. As far as she could push her wrists down
was not far enough to let her legs straighten.
	Cindy was caught in a continuum of poses from nearly on her knees
to nearly flat on the bed. She might be able to roll on her back, but
she saw no advantage to laying like a crab. Denver let her experiment
as he stroked his cock and watched.
	Cindy managed to get to her knees with her elbows thrust out
from her bound wrists for support when Denver tipped her over. She lay
like an inchworm frozen in mid-motion on the bed, her ass just tipped
up by her bent knees.
	He had decided that looming over her was the best way to remind
her of his presence. He enforced the position by sitting in front of
her and lifting her head by the hair to put his cock in her mouth.
	"Women are easy to immobilize," he commented as he fucked his
cock, not too deep, into her mouth.
	That was part of the teasing, the threat of what he could do
balanced on his restraint. He didn't need arousal. He was eager to
get over Cindy and see how she responded.
	Cindy was smart enough to see his plan. With her hips tilted
up, she was available to him in a way that was a strange inversion of
the usual. He would have her pinned as surely as if her butt was on
the bed and she would likewise be pressed into the covers with her
other side feeling the press.
	It was interesting without her arms trapped beneath her. She
wondered what that would add when he was over her, fucking her for his
own pleasure.
	Denver was eager to show her. As soon as he had convinced himself
of her docility, he got over her back and slipped his cock into her
pussy. He held himself up purposefully to let his cock and a stretch
of thigh be his only contact.
	It was almost anonymous. A second man could have stepped in and
put his cock in her. It was faceless and not much of a leap to think
of it as a disembodied cock fucking her. Cindy experienced the raw
stimulation as she processed her thoughts.
	There was hard cock invading with determination. That was all her
senses could confirm. Cindy was free to construct whatever explanation
most pleased her as Denver fucked her.
	There was no way to ignore she was at the cock's mercy, however.
	Cindy was caring less and less. She admitted her surrender. She
was nothing but a self-preserving weakling. She took it because it was
her nature. Cock ruled her because she was a slut.
	She was dirty, despicable and excited. As she was buffeted in her
helplessness, her self-primed emotions sent tingles down her spine to
compliment the stimulation of hard cock possessing her pussy.
	From time to time there was the tingling reminder of the straps
preventing some motion of reaction. It was like waking from a rape
dream to find a man fucking her for Cindy. It was more the reverse in
reality as Cindy became lost in her pleasure before the reminder of the
strap brought her bondage to mind.
	 Denver's happy growl as he came in her was too soon for Cindy's
plethora of emotions to distill in orgasm. All the same, she had edged
nearer and this time could blame her own indecision which thrilling
facet of the fuck to pursue. It certainly had been dirty good fun.
	Daddy fucked three times in a row too, but Cindy had been led to
believe, not just her own prideful opinion, but from others, that he
was exceptional in that. Denver routinely managing the same made Cindy
suspect the two men were cut from the same cloth.
	She wasn't transferring her affection, just noticing. They also
shared the ability to understand a young girl's needs. Cindy often
forgot the prohibition against girls her age, having encountered so
many that shared her lack of concern.
	It was controlling cunts like her mother that wanted such
silliness enforced, Cindy was convinced. And controlling cunts like her
mother had little enough room to ask for anything. In that specific
case it was the height of hypocrisy for her mother to demand anything,
given her lack of honor.
	"You're scowling," Denver noted. "Wondering why I want to tie
you up?"
	It was nice he noticed, but, typically, he thought it was about
him. Cindy unfurled her wrinkled brow and looked at him.
	"The scowl was for controlling cunts like my mother," Cindy
explained. "But that's like letting her win, isn't it?"
	"I hope that's worse than letting a controlling bastard like me
win," Denver said.
	It was still about him. Cindy supposed she couldn't expect Denver
to have some instant solution. She guessed she had to talk about what
he wanted to talk about.
	"That's backwards," Cindy said. "I was thinking how it's
controlling cunts like my mother that would want to hang us both for
what we just did and how it's none of their business."
	"Ah," Denver said, feeling Cindy was making it all about her.
"I'm glad you weren't bothered by it."
	"You're the teacher. I'm the eager student," Cindy said. "There's
a lot of hows out there for me to discover before I start wondering
about the whys."
	Morning was the same pain and Denver let her sleep in again.
Cindy wasn't letting him off this time. She cornered him schmoozing
the guests.
	"You have five minutes for me, don't you?" she asked.
	"That won't do either of us justice," Denver protested.
	"Not to fuck," Cindy rolled her eyes. "I'm wearing a tiny bikini
under here and I'm not taking off the wrap until I'm slathered in
sunscreen."
	"Anyone else would think it was a come-on," Cindy said as he
followed her to a deck chair by the pool on the foredeck. "The come-on
is this suit and it's look but don't touch."
	Denver saw what she meant as she dropped the robe and lay on her
stomach on the chair. She couldn't be more naked without being naked
unless she glued scallop shells over her nipples instead of the top
which was just as revealing. The way the thong bottom disappeared into
her butt crack she was naked but for string across her back and around 
her waist.
	Denver slathered her in good order, greeting passers-by as he
coated her top to bottom.
	"I appreciate you did my butt so good," Cindy said cattily as
she turned over. "That's a vulnerable area."
	There was nearly as much of her exposed in front as in back. In
terms of square inches, it might have been more. Denver wasn't shy with
the sunscreen. He didn't tip-toe around the tiny triangles of her top.
His hands slipped over under and around her breasts outside and under
the top. He did the same with the wisp of a bottom and when he was done
Cindy was coated every inch in the sun blocker.
	"I hope I have the same effect on everyone," Cindy said, seeing
Denver's hard-on.
	Her wish soured in reality. She was able to enforce her look but 
don't touch policy when surrounded by onlookers, but was quickly bored
with the attention. The lecherous grin of older guests was more to
her liking. The frank assessment and blatantly hostile reactions to
her rejections were wearing.
	She found that the freedom to be shocking afforded by their
privacy came with the price of expectation. Perhaps it was chances
growing thinner as the weekend came to a close, but there were
constant and ever more aggressive advances.
	Angela came to her rescue as the morning turned to afternoon.
	"Good, you're already dressed for it," Angela said.
	It was a tradition, Angela said, upon re-entering the harbor,
a matter of some ten or fifteen minutes sail, for the women to greet
passing craft. The tops came off as they gathered at the rail.
	A woman Cindy had hardly seen for the bulk of the trip emerged
from the bowels of the ship to join the usual suspects in this
topless greeting. They were an even dozen titties to peruse on the
half dozen women leaning over the rail. They waved heartily to all
the luckless boaters they passed on their return.
	The vacation had been too brief for Cindy. She looked back with
regret on afternoons wasted, even if she couldn't think of
alternatives. The men that had leered at her nearly nude body had not
tempted her, particularly not for the quick one to add her to their
tally. She didn't think they'd have been more satisfactory the day
before.
	Still she wished there had been more, but she always wanted more.
Returning to the Mattsons loomed as a powerful reason to regret the
trip ending. Despite this, she readied to depart when the yacht was
moored.
	Others took advantage of a leisurely departure for one more
hurried fuck below decks, but Cindy thought it would only make her miss
the boat more. Anyway, Angela was ready to leave and Cindy didn't want
to delay her.
	"I'll be seeing you," Denver said with a casual wave and a less
casual wink that made Cindy smile in return.
	Perhaps he would. He had breached the Mattson defenses once and
might again. He could even follow her home. That was well within his
means and aptitude.
	But Daddy was there. Robert had soothed the separation and in 
some ways been a substitute, but Cindy couldn't see where he would fit
when she had Daddy again. Robert was nice, but he wasn't Daddy.
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