Amply Rewarded (11 page)

Poor Hal started sweating underneath us. I couldn’t decide if it was the weight of us, the heat we produced or the thought that his wildest fantasy was mere minutes away.

Timothy found my nipples and squeezed. The rush, the sensation, pulsated through me. I love the feeling my nipples give me. I become hungry and needy and I obsess about surrendering to what they want and what they need. Men, it is said, live for their cocks. If that is true, I know the feeling and I know that I have it worse than men. My nipples wanted nothing more than for Timothy to rip my clothes off and fuck me right in front of Hal. My mind and body would follow their lead.

I moaned with such pleasure at Timothy’s touch that the two men each let out moans despite their uneasiness. Discomfort had no place among us anymore, and to prove it to them, I separated from Timothy’s lips long enough to say, “Now, gentlemen, before this goes any further, I need just one thing from each of you.”

“What’s that?”

“Anything.”

“What happens at sea stays at sea. I’m a lady and you wouldn’t want to sully my reputation, would you?”

They shook their heads. For a brief moment I was headmistress of my own private boys’ school and they were my pupils of choice. “One more thing. I want you to kiss.”

“What?” Timothy was in disbelief.

“Kiss,” I restated.

Hal looked baffled for a moment, as if I had single-handedly humiliated him. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe I should have just let it happen. But I was a woman of intent. I had a plan and they needed to know that it was
my
plan they were following. This wasn’t just a random occurrence but a well-choreographed event. Still puzzled, they looked at each other and at me. It was as though they needed my permission. It was as though I was a lady and incapable of ingesting the sight. In fact, I could think of no greater turn-on.

“I mean it, boys. Now.” I stroked their cheeks. I was still seated on Hal’s lap when Timothy leaned in past me and gently kissed him. The sight of my two companions, so rugged and manly compared to me, being delicate with each other, with their eyes closed and their lips relaxed, was more than I could stand. I felt as if I had already seen so much. Kelly had taught me that men would do anything for an attractive woman. When she and I had kissed, I’d loved it more than whatever audience we were trying to please. This was different. Without my even taking part in the physical sensations, just being privy to their arousal held such intricate power and grace for me.

Beneath me, I felt Hal swell to a magnitude I would not have imagined. The poor gentleman had spent decades depriving himself of that which his body craved. It was possible that he took his satisfaction from some secret source, but I was doubtful of it. It seemed as though he had not confronted the years and years of etiquette and backwards upbringing. He, like so many people, felt ashamed of his desires and had therefore never involved anyone in them, which was entirely unfortunate.

My vantage point was spectacular. The growing bulge below me was only upstaged by the gigantic package in front of me. I stroked Timothy’s cock through his pants as he sat across from me kissing Hal and, intermittently, kissing me. I turned and kissed Hal too but, to my devastation, this decreased my very padded seat and so I decided against doing it again.

I knew that, in order for Hal to be happy, I would have to excuse myself fairly soon. But in order to be fair to myself, which was always my first priority, I needed a little attention from Timothy. I unzipped his pants, the sound of which made Hal tense up with delight. I inserted my hand and felt Timothy’s massive cock as it threatened to spring from inside. I unbuttoned the top of his pants and he eagerly continued the process, pulling them off entirely along with his boxers.

In front of Hal and I stood the most impressive sight imaginable. We must have looked like shocked theatre-goers at the marvel of Timothy’s beautiful erection. I was the first to take it into my mouth but I had no trouble sharing. Inside my mouth, Timothy felt even bigger than he looked. His face glistened with the kind of anticipation only brought on by the knowledge of orgasmic pleasure. I wondered what was going through his mind. Would he prefer to come in my mouth? In Hal’s? In my cunt? In Hal’s ass? On our faces? There was no way of knowing and so I let the idea pass through me, thinking instead about what I wanted. Right now what I wanted was to be utterly filled by Timothy’s hard cock, but I would have to show a tiny bit of restraint and wait my turn.

Watching Hal engulf Timothy’s cock with his lips was almost as good as doing it myself. He made the most amazing almost gagging sounds as he took the cock in towards the back of his throat.

“You’re a good boy, Hal. You’re such a good boy,” I said as I rubbed his willing cock. He was much better about this than he had been about my kissing him. It probably wouldn’t matter what I did to him—with a cock that size down his throat, he was completely distracted. Timothy closed his eyes and leant backwards, stretching like an acrobat. He looked Romanesque, a bit god-like, with the severity of his features all collaborating to please himself.

I could feel my own wetness take over my patience with these two. I unzipped Hal’s pants and undid his button and he promptly removed his mouth from Timothy’s cock long enough for me to take control of the situation again. Timothy unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my nipples and leant down to take one in his mouth. Hal, who had paused only to disrobe, moved back towards Timothy’s cock.

“Not so fast, Hal. You must learn to share,” I interrupted. He looked stunned. “You’re the Southerner. You fellows invented the rule. Ladies first.”

As a gesture of kindness I took his hand and guided it to his bulge, suggestively placing it so that he could stroke himself, which he did. I seated Timothy on the stool again and faced Hal as I carefully placed myself atop Timothy’s solid cock. Timothy, gentle as he had been with Hal, seemed eager to feel himself inside me. He grabbed my hips and plunged me down on top of him as he let out a massive sigh. I moaned too and loved the feeling of my cunt stretching to accommodate him. I also loved having Hal there. “I want you to be able to see my face when I come, Hal,” I whispered to him. “I want that for both of us.”

It might have been the wrong thing to say, but I didn’t care. I was in the presence of two highly aroused men and, whether or not I really was the centre of attraction, I was in my own experience. I thrust myself harder and harder onto Timothy’s pulsating cock. His moans drove me towards the edge, as did his firm grasp on my hips. I guided his forefinger to my desperate clit. He knew just how to touch me. At his light tapping motion on my clitoris and hard thrusting deep inside me, I let out a howl unencumbered by anything, even the awareness that the crew was within earshot. We were at sea and this knowledge freed me to pant and moan and scream as I wished. The ocean unleashed me. I squeezed my own nipples as I came, grasping Timothy’s massive erection with my muscles.

As inconsiderate as most men, Timothy kept pumping into me during and after my orgasm. I motioned for him to stop, then kissed them both graciously as I climbed off Timothy’s cock. He grabbed my hair and brought me to my knees with ease. I was in front of him in seconds, my clitoris still wildly throbbing. I took his hardness into my mouth and tasted my own juices on him. I was utterly satisfied and, despite that this was not a relay race, I wanted to pass the baton along to another eager participant.

I substituted my hand for my mouth. Stroking Timothy, I stood up, kissed him goodnight on the lips and Hal on the cheek. With one hand on Timothy, I grabbed Hal’s hair with the other, forcing him into my previous position. When I left them, Hal was on his knees, Timothy’s cock buried deep inside his mouth.

“Goodnight, boys.” I walked off.

In response, I heard some muffled versions of niceties. I was only steps away when their moans turned louder.

The next morning, I was up long before the two of them. Hal had not come to join me in our double bed. If this was what lay ahead, I thought, as I peeked over the covers in my beautiful, comfortable and gigantic bed, then the future would be sweet.

Chapter Seven

For days, Hal and Timothy and I found permutations of that first night together. We hardly slept at all. I would wake up to their sounds and lay in bed stroking my nipples and caressing my pussy as I imagined the actions that went along with the sounds. Being at sea with them, in that tiny vessel, was marvellous. It could have been terrible. It almost had been. When, at first, I hadn’t understood Timothy’s motivation and he hadn’t understood mine, I’d been certain it would be a long trip to Florida.

But Timothy and I, once we understood that we were somehow accomplices in the sacred world of secrets, enjoyed each other immensely. I tried to be as generous towards the two men as I could, allowing them their time and space without my presence. I was sure that Hal noticed. I could sense that this facet of my behaviour separated me from any previous women in his life. Still, there were times when I just needed to feel the presence of a body flush against my skin.

Perhaps it was this appetite for skin that led me to befriend Sam. In addition to titillating my taste buds with her excellent meals, she was also strong and sturdy and had noticed me immediately. It was mutual. I saw her when Hal held his outstretched hand for me to board at the dock. She was in the back, preparing drinks for us, one eyebrow raised at me. She, too, had figured out Hal’s preferences, I was sure, because she had looked surprised to see me there. Perhaps she had been hoping to occupy my space in Hal’s life, to win him over and claim the sweet life for herself, but somehow I didn’t think so.

Sam was a lovely woman, I thought. She wasn’t feminine, nor was she polite. I admired her. I had never met anyone like her before, which was partly why she’d caught my eye and also how she had managed to develop such a grasp on me. She seemed to live in her own world as she laboured on board the ship. For the first two nights, she didn’t even speak to me. I wasn’t a fan of small talk myself, so I simply upheld the code she lived by.

Hal told me she had been on board his boat for years. He hired his captains on a contract basis, but Sam lived on the boat full-time. When we docked in Florida, she would sail it to wherever Hal kept it moored and go back to her private life. It was an arrangement that suited them both. Picturing her living on board the yacht all year round, with only her own company, gave her the mystique of a cabin-dwelling woodsman. I had to get to know her better, despite my fear that the divide between us was too great to overcome.

On the third morning, I called her in from my bed.

“Could I have some coffee and a croissant?” I asked in my most cheerful morning voice.

This only aroused agitation in Sam, who rolled her eyes as she turned towards the door. She hated taking orders, that much was obvious.

With a vaguely polite nod, she returned with my breakfast and placed it neatly at the table by my bed.

“There you are, miss,” she said, rather mockingly. I knew she thought I was lazy and that I should have got out of bed. I could tell she’d cursed me, the way she probably cursed most Southern ladies, these airs of importance not registering on her measuring scale.

“Julie.”

“Hmm?” She wasn’t interested. She probably believed that after we reached Florida she would never see me again.

“Call me Julie,” I insisted.

“Okay, Julie. Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

“Not right now. Sit down.” I put my hand out and gestured to the side of my bed.

“I have work to do.”

“It can wait,” I smiled. “Can’t it?”

“How would you know?”

“Mmm. Good point. I wouldn’t,” I sipped my coffee. “This is delicious. Thank you.”

“What, are you lonely or something?” she asked.

“No.”

“Then why talk to me? Don’t you have gentlemen to entertain?” Her tone was gruff. She did not seem easily impressed in general, and she was not impressed with me at all.

“They’re taking care of each other. They can wait.”

“I’m sure they can. I can’t say the same about lunch, but you wouldn’t know about that, either. Lunch just sort of happens in your world, doesn’t it?”

“Sam. Relax. They can wait. So can lunch. Sit down.”

She sat on my bed, leaning on her strong arms. I’ve always had a weakness for the uninterested. It makes me want to win their favour, as a matter of principle. It brings out my determination. So much for courting for money. I also court for sport.

Sam buffed her fingernails on her jeans as though she was waiting for me to say something or do something. It was as though, without the contract of her job and my position as Hal’s guest, the two of us had nothing in common and nothing to talk about. I decided that the best thing to do was to launch into this directly, the way one cuts open a piece of meat in the oven to test whether it’s done.

“Sam, I find you very attractive.” I tried my seductive voice and a smile as I blew the steam from my coffee cup.

“Attractive?” She was either caught off guard or else repulsed.

“Good looking,” I reiterated.

She looked a little puzzled. She either hadn’t expected me to say such a thing, or else hadn’t wanted me to. “I’m in a relationship,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I’m taken.”

“Well how does that change anything?” I asked. “Can’t I still find you attractive?”

“I suppose you could. You probably find everyone attractive.”

This was strange, an odd betrayal of what I thought of as our new bond. “What do you mean?”

“You know. You. Timothy. You. Hal.”

“A girl has needs.”

“For what? Diamonds?”

Her bluntness was so pedestrian. Didn’t she get it? I had worked hard. I had earned all of this. I was open-minded and non-judgemental and, because of it, I had landed myself an excellent opportunity to acquire a fortune, and here she was trying to make me feel guilty about it. I didn’t even know how to respond.