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. ###