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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
B obbing gently in the middle of Puget Sound under a precious afternoon of unfiltered sunshine, I sip cold ginger lemonade as we sprawl on the top deck of the lovely Lady Giusi .
Carlo, even Carlo chews the inside of his lip and looks down and at his beer.
Bruno turns his head and squints through his Raybans as he nurses a tumbler of single malt. Alessio sits in a deck chair. Or he does when he can sit still. Most of the time, he slouches, leans against the rail and twitches his mouth as he scans the empty horizon.
“You gave up on us.” I tell them. “You didn’t keep faith with me. You were ready to turn tail and run.”
Muttering, Bruno says, “We did try to protect you. Make sure you were provided for.”
“Yes, but without you.” I will not let my voice crack. “Without any of you.”
“We wanted you to be safe.”
“We needed to be sure that you were secure and protected.”
The irritation buzzes in my chest. “How can I be secure if I don’t have you?”
Everybody is quiet as we ruin and waste this beautiful, perfect day under a thick, sulking cloud of resentment.
Apart from the playful slaps of little waves against the boat’s hull, the only sounds for a long time are occasional, semi-muffled sighs.
Carlo lifts his bottle.
“What if you could only have one of us.” he looks in my eyes. “Which would it be?”
I squint and pinch my lips. I’m too mad to speak.
Bruno says, “Well, obviously me.”
“Yeah, right.” Alessio snorts. “Me. No contest.”
Carlo’s head shakes and he shoots them both a wide-eyed look of disbelief.“You’re kidding. You both know it’s me.” He looks boldly back to me. “It’s got to be me. Tell them.”
“That’s the whole point, you fucking idiots.” I stand and pace. “I couldn’t do it.” My face bunches. “I could not fucking do it.” I look at each of them, hiding their faces like puppies who wrecked the house while you were out. “I’d need parts from all of you.”
My eyes narrow as I scowl at Carlo. “Your brains, obviously.” The other two look at the deck or at their shoulders. Carlo blinks as he tries to look back in my eye. I have the sun behind me. He tilts his hand to shade his eyes.
I tell him, “And your cock.”
I jab a finger, pointing at Bruno. “Your body.” an exasperated sigh spills out of my chest. “I couldn’t be without that. And your cock.”
There’s a pause. Eventually, Alessio says, “And me?”
“Well.” I size him up. Look him up and down. “Your cock, definitely.”
Carlo is the first to laugh. “So basically, three cocks.”
My heat tips and I pucker. “Sounds good so far.”
Alessio moves a fraction closer. “Our mouths?”
I squeeze his cheeks. Hard enough that he will mind. A little harder to see if I can get him to show it.
“Some of them.” I pinch a little more. “Your lips. And your tongues.” I drill his eyes with mine. “Not sure I need your larynx. You could use them a lot less. Maybe get a bit more use out of your ears.”
“What good’s that?” Bruno says. “They’re not connected to anything.”
Carlo chuckles. “A SIM card with no provider.”
Alessio turns. “Not now,” I have my serious voice on. I’m not sure how much more I have of the serious voice in reserve. As Carlo slips out his tongue at Alessio, I feel it ebbing away.
Bruno rises. He stands behind me. To one side. Close enough that I feel his chest rumble as he speaks.
“Maybe we should concentrate on something we’re good at.”
I shrug him off. “I’m serious.”
Alessio murmurs, “So am I.”
Carlo is starting to get to his feet.
“Look,” I’m probably close to the last of my serious voice. “We can’t be out on deck on this beautiful day sucking and fucking each other here where anyone can see.”
“So,” Alessio is close now. I’m looking at his lip. “Why don’t we go inside?”
“Because the deck and the beautiful day won’t come inside with us. Dummy.” His brow creases. I say, “So why don’t you do something useful and concentrate on moving us somewhere we don’t have to be inside?”
“What should I do?” Bruno kisses my shoulder.
“You should get your cock huge and hard, ready for me to bounce and beat on, and wait for me in the master cabin.”
A dark glimmer sparks in Carlo’s eye. “Could be a tough assignment.” he draws out the a-s-s. “I should get ready to help out in the master cabin.”
“You,” I shove the middle of his chest, “Should help Alessio and hurry things along.”
His lips thin. “He doesn’t need any…” he trails off. “Aye, captain.”
“Get us somewhere very private. Very fast.”
He salutes me. “Aye, aye, Captain kitten.”
On the big, round bed, Bruno peels off, ready. And he is ready. That’s always a joy to see.
“Why me?” His big eyes make me sigh as I pull off the toweling robe and slide out of my bikini.
“Because you,” I shove him down flat, “Are going to do as you’re told.” A trickle of tingling tremble sparks in my gut and spills into my core as I take hold of his massive cock. the first touch of the pulsing heat of it makes me moan.
“And the first thing you’re going to be told is to save your questions for later.”
I need him. I need the hard strength of him. The relentless power. The raw, animal fury. His weight on my lips. In my mouth. Between my tits. Up my ass. I need all of him. Everywhere.
I hold hi as I straddle him. Gripping him tight, I bang him against my mound. Rub his bulb and his shaft around my hood, and shove him from side to side at the base of my clit.
I tell him, “Now do that with your tongue.”
The boat starts to move.
He slides down below me. When he grips my ass in both hands, I soar inside. As soon as his flat tongue wipes from the back to the front of me, my core begins to quake. I’m already clenching as his lips press against mine and the tip of his tongue slips along the chasm in my folds.
His mouth closes around my hood and his tongue trills around, below, around, below, making a rhythm that rises in waves. My fingers lace in his hair and I grip. I lean forward and rock my pussy hard into his mouth.
His tongue slides up inside me and his fingers tense and tease my ass cheeks as I shove my pussy, grinding hard against his mouth. I can’t wait to taste my own juices, lick them from all over his face.
Looking down at his toned, bulging shoulder and the sculpture of his face, buried in the swollen heat of my pussy, I’m feeling the rush of desperation as I rise and tremble, arc and moan as the quivers rise to a quake.
In the meantime, I think I need to come about a hundred times to work through the stress of the last couple of weeks.
I get him down my throat with his tongue roaming free around my pussy and my ass, and I’m coming, stretching and reaching, shouting onto his rod while the dams inside me heave and bulge and burst.
The Lady Giusi came to a stop while my head slammed down on Bruno, over and over and I shuddered from my thighs through my tits, all the way to my dizzy, mindless head.
I stay fixed on him while my tremors calm down, but I feel him ready to go.
He wants to head up on deck.
As we trot up the steps together toward the sundeck, hugging and kissing, I think I know why he was ready to move. I whisper, “You were about to come, weren’t you?”
He strokes my pussy, just as a hand that I recognize as Alessios slips over my tits and starts to tug savagely on my nipples. Alessio’s other hand slaps my ass in a slow, insistent rhythm.
Carlo is in front of me, his huge cock ready, and my lips are twitching for him. Alessio murmurs in my ear. “How about his cock in your lovely pussy? I can fill your mouth, or get up your ass. Which would please you most?”
“Yes.”
Carlo’s mouth takes mine as his crown probes my dripping wet entrance, swollen and eagerly waiting for him.
I ask Alessio, “Do you want to watch as he fucks me?”
“I do,” he rasps, “if you have my cock between your tits. Or in your throat. Or up your ass.”
I know Alessio. I know that he’s getting me ready to get his huge monster snake driving deep into my ass. He’ll slap his pelvis into my ass cheeks and hold my thighs apart, while Carlo plunders my pussy with his fat cock.
First, though, we do what I think of as the super-double. Alessio slides in my pussy from behind, while Carlo squeezes and jams in front. the two of them, any two of them, in my pussy at the same time, is the most explosively heavenly way to very nearly die.
In the perfect secluded bay, we entwine and collide and I come, over and over. All three men’s faces and hips are drenched, dripping with my juices. My ass is red, and my knees, too. My jaw aches and all three men finish, one after the other in my throat. I love that so much.
As we entangle, lazily together, wrapping and stroking and snuggling, Alessio asks me, “Why are you so especially angry with me?”
Barely awake, i drawl, “It’s uncommonly sensitive of you to notice, Alessio. I’m touched.” and I kiss him. He kisses me back. Warm, wet and loving. then I tell him, “But it’s because all that shopping we did, you were preparing me for a life without you.”
“Short term survival,” he protests. “I would have come and found you…”
“But you didn’t tell me,” I punch his arm. “You should have told me. Don’t keep things from me. Don’t lock me out.”
“I love you,” he pulls me close.
Bruno holds me like I’m the last unicorn. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you,” Carlo climbs in and kisses me and our tongues make a lascivious dance.
“I love you,” I kiss Carlo back.
“I love you,” I share a slippery kiss with Bruno.
“I love you,” I kiss Alessio, long and deep.
We’re almost completely dozed off when Carlo murmurs, “You know if there’s only one of us, it’s got to be me. If it came to it, I’d kill the other two just so I had you.”
I tell him, “So would Alessio.”
Carlo snorts. “He’d try.”
Alessio elbows him.
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