A French Virgin Ch.03

Author’s note:

The first and second chapters of this story got so many votes and positive feedbacks asking for another chapter, that I had to write this the third installment. The first chapter took 3rd place in the August Literotica.com writing contest. Over 10,000 people downloaded the second story in its first two days online. Thank you, and keep the votes and feedback coming. If I get good positive feedbacks on this chapter I will write yet another chapter.

Please read Chapters One and Two before reading this one. I don’t want to have to restate those stories; I’d rather keep this as a novel, going simply to the next chapter.

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I stood at the railing of my Suite overlooking Cupecoy Bay in St. Maarten. The sun was four fingers above the horizon, it would set in an hour. I had another eight days to spend in this tropical heaven and I was already fulfilled and totally rested. 2 days of sex with a very willing 19 year old virgin named Roni who had given me every part of her several times, and a small touch of love. There had also been two incredible trysts with her mother Angel that had left me sexually spent. That was when Angel asked me to bed her only other daughter Elsie since the child had never had an orgasm.

I’d used the two days to rest, relax, get a massage, take a long hike up several short hills, and get a tan. The big drawback to spending most of the week fucking was my tan was suffering. Didn’t matter, I live in Southern California so sun isn’t missing from my life, though sexual experiences like this one were hard to find anywhere.

I’m not going to take the braggart’s route and tell you what a fabulous stud I am, and that I could have fucked them both for three more days straight. No, that’s not me. I did my best which has worked most of the time. I’d had a massage each day since, turned down passes from two lovely French ladies who knew Angel by reputation and started hitting on me once they saw her lounging by my side at the pool, and eaten as healthy as I could on vacation to build my strength for the coming evening. I was expecting a fight. Yes, the fortunes of staying in that wonderful resort that week were too vast to think of.

The front desk called me to tell me that my limousine was waiting at the front of the resort. The tiny island of St. Maarten, 36 square miles total, hardly seemed like the type of place for a limo. Small streets and even many dirt roads that were narrow, filled with potholes, blind hills and just treacherous to drive on in the light of day. A limo at night was madness.

As the driver shut the door behind me I reached straight away for the waiting bottle of champagne. I popped the cork as he returned to his seat and began the drive to the boat. The champagne was Dom, the night sky starting to come alive with a few stars. Living in Los Angeles for many years I’d gotten used to seeing stars through a hazy layer of sky. Here the stars were reachable, touchable, and it was invigorating.

I was wearing a black silk shirt, blacks pants, and everything else was black. Not trying to be Hollywood, just wanting to match whatever Elsie wore. In the mirror I had to admit that for a tall but generally average guy I looked damned good.

I was buzzing from the champagne, the stars, and from the memories of Angel and Veronique. Sex with Angel had reached into the depths of my pleasure centers, and filled me with recurring tingles from all the great fucking we’d done. Just that afternoon she’d come down to the pool, slipping in quietly yet still raising a stir with all the men around the pool. Angel could easily be the poster Mom for sexual energy. Not a MILF (Mom I’d Like to Fuck) but a MELF (Mom Everyone would Like to Fuck.)

Her 19 year old daughter, Roni had given all of herself in its virginal state to me, and I had taken her in every way I knew how to. Sex for me has developed into Sexual Improv, trying hard to be like a masseuse that’s tuned in to your body; able to sense what’s needed and give that. The energy and eagerness of Roni and the sensuality of Angel, actually quite opposite powers but I could see how Roni would someday grow into yet another Angel, and that was stirring my crotch. Now I was going to bed the third and final woman of the family, Elsie. Yet another of my many sexual fantasies come true.

So why was I more than slightly concerned about Elsie? Because she was the family black sheep, currently spending her holidays on St. Maarten with a guy that looked like he’d not yet heard the 80’s hair bands had all moved on to cemeteries or VH1 Behind The Music segments? He had hugely spiky hair and an attitude, though I’d only seen the two of them briefly and never yet spoken to them. Each time I’d seen Elsie she was bitching at her parents about something, and that did nothing to make me want her. I’d tamed women before, and didn’t want to do it with a 23 year old, not ever again if I could help it. Besides, she could possibly ruin my memory of Angel and Roni, I shuddered at the thought. I was going to have to write to Penthouse Forum when I got home, seriously.

Elsie had the looks of the family, but had chosen to tarnish her beauty by dying her hair blue and orange, showing multiple piercings and I’m sure there were others we couldn’t see, several bad tattoos on her arms and legs, wearing rags for clothes, and baring her breasts through those tattered clothes quite often. You could tell she had an inner beauty that was only slightly buried, but it was enough to make her come off as white trash. She was the rebel, which made me wonder why she would even tell Angel that she’d never had an orgasm.

I’d had sex with Angel because she invited me to her Penthouse suite and seduced a very willing me. When she’d asked me to be Roni’s first lover I was skeptical but willing to do it. Slap me if I ever tell you otherwise. After spending a long time that afternoon gazing at Roni’s naked body on the beach, the entire rest of the day had found my brain focused on the moistness between her legs lightly covered with sand. The ensuing two days of sexual bliss with Roni has been a highpoint in my life.

But Elsie was different. Elsie seemed hell bent on being the only rebel the family could produce, and fucking herself and her life up along the way. That scared me. As much as I could have a stern side, I’m a decent guy and one that doesn’t like to hurt women, certainly I’d never struck one in anger and though I know you always have to play games to combat a woman’s games, I like women. I like the way they feel. I like the way it feels to slowly and excruciatingly enjoyably insert my cock into Roni’s ass for the first time ever, knowing she could hate it but praying that at least that once she’d love it. Face it, I love women and want them in my life.

I felt the limo go into a very wide turn; only the first time on the short trip I’d even felt the car moving. What an excellent driver, especially considering the poor shape of the roads he was driving on.

The car came to a stop and the driver turned to look at me. “Sir, the launch is waiting just across the parking lot to take you to the ship.” He said it like we were heading for a cruise on the Queen Mary. As I nodded he left his seat and came around to hold the door for me.

I refilled my glass and stepped into the parking lot. We were in Marigot Harbor, looking out at more than 100 boats of all sizes and shapes. Maybe half of them had lights running. There were several large yachts moored right under the beautiful Fort De Marigot, and I wondered what our boat would be. I looked away from the large ones expecting to be taken to a 35 foot Sea Ray or something. The sun was just above the horizon, a scattered collection of light clouds filled the sky, remnants from the afternoon showers. A reggae band played just a few doors down, the steel drums lightly taking wind.

The driver walked with me to a waiting launch at the shallow dock. I saw two empty beach chairs and was reminded of that line from a Jimmy Buffett song, “…while out on the beach there are two empty chairs that say more than the people who ever sit there…” The chairs in the harbor spoke volumes, or was I just wanting to avoid meeting Elsie alone?

Two crewmen were waiting, one at the controls, another to help me aboard and take in the lines holding the boat steady to the dock. The launch was gracious and observed the no wake restriction as we motored out into the bay. It was early evening and there were a number of boats moving about, not all of them being so nice. The wind in my hair and right beside me another bottle of Dom. Angel and her people were making sure this was another great evening, so why was I concerned? Because I was about to fuck a hellion, or be fucked by one? Yes.

Soon it became obvious that we were heading right for the largest most brightly lit ship in the harbor. It was big, certainly bigger than anything else there, but the size isn’t what made it stand out. The helicopter on the ass end made it stand out. It was the only ship in the harbor with a helicopter and I was minutes away from stepping aboard, drooling at the ship I was going to meet Elsie on for the first time. And give her the very first orgasm of her life, I was certain. Or was I?

The crew helped me onto the yacht and I only had seconds to gaze at it before the captain walked up to me. “Welcome to ‘The Playroom’. Follow me, sir.” He started walking up the stairs a level higher so I followed him.

“Please, call me Sean,” I said as I felt the boat moving. “Is Elsie here yet?” I asked.

“She’s been here for several hours. She wanted time to get ready, Sean. She asked for the time alone and we were happy to oblige her wish,” he said as we reached the next level and he pointed out to the vast beauty of the Caribbean Sea at sunset that day. “The crew is thrilled that on one of the most beautiful nights of the year we have passengers to show this all off to.”

“Where is she?” I asked ignoring his comment about the evening sky. Might as well get on to the next step, especially if it was going to be bad. I felt the ship moving out to sea under my feet.

“She’s in the main salon sir, just through that door.” He pointed out the right door to me. “With your permission, we thought we’d quietly motor over to a protected harbor we know of off Saba. It’s about an hour trip. Then we can serve dinner and be out of your way, yet here when you need us.”

“Sounds great, but I’ll check with Elsie and let you know if we want to change anything.”

The captain walked off, a butler brought me yet another glass of champagne, and I stood to admire the ship, just as they gave it a slight bit more power as we left Marigot harbor. I asked the butler the statistics of the ship, and his eyes lit up as he told me; 132 feet, a crew of 9, two of which were qualified in the helicopter, the launch they’d picked me up in larger than most people’s fishing boats, four Wave Runners, one ski boat, one Hobie Cat. Four windsurfers, scuba gear for twelve, a chef from a 5 Star Paris restaurant that did a three month stint each year to relax, and a range of close to ten thousand miles. It was totally self contained even making its own water. The entire ship was washed from stem to stern every day, every surface in it cleaned. Geez, this really was a ship. We were on the top level, and there were two levels below. The helicopter perched mere feet above my head and I knew I would figure a way to get a ride in it.

I thanked the butler and stepped to the salon door. Nothing could take away the question of how Elsie was going to behave, and I wanted to know. I opened the door and stepped into the room. There was only one low light burning behind the bar. The rest of the room was one large shadow, mainly because I had just been looking over the bright lights of the harbor.

“Sean,” said a voice from the corner, “I want to make a request before we continue, all right?”

“Elsie?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine, what’s the request?” I asked.

“We call it road rules; whatever happens here stays here.”

“You think I went around the island telling all seven of the people I know that I had sex with Angel and Roni?” I asked not just slightly insulted.

“You discussed Roni with mother. I don’t want you to discuss me with anyone,” she asked.

“Ah,” I said. She was right. Her tone was pleasant, not the fearful voice of someone that was planning to ruin my date with her. I also knew that when she had told her boyfriend she was going away for a night or two he had gotten angry and taken a taxi to the airport. He was gone. “Yes, I promise,” I replied.

My eyes were beginning to adjust to the light in the room and I could see her in the corner. She was sitting in a large leather chair. She was small enough to look smothered by the chair, and I recalled she was only 23.

“Good. Now, I mean, I don’t want you to discuss anything at all, got it?”

“Yes,” I said getting a little irritated.

With that I heard her pop the cork on a bottle of Champagne, Dom I was certain, and then she stood, reached for the wall, and the lights came on in the salon.

I was ready for the champagne and Elsie to be standing in a linebacker’s stance, ready to knock me on my ass. I wasn’t ready for her to be standing there in a black Vera Wang silk dress, hair having been died to a lustrous shade of auburn and held up above the back of her head by a slender pearl inlaid clip. I wasn’t ready for the dress to so graciously hug her muscular curves, or for the way her breasts were now hidden and I suddenly wanted to see them. I wasn’t ready for this formerly garish princess to have a solid body, not like her petite younger sister. And I surely wasn’t ready for her feet to be wearing a very ladylike thee inch heeled shoe with slender straps holding her feet in. I wasn’t ready for all of her pierced jewelry to be gone, as she now stood there with only a brilliant diamond necklace, bracelet and earrings on. Quiet and expensive. I wasn’t ready for all of the tattoos to be gone and in their place the same smooth oiled skin Roni and Angel had.

She looked like a girl who had played soccer and ridden horses for years. Not petite, nothing fat about her, all muscle, yet relaxed muscle. That’s why I thought she must have spent time with horses. Horses are exercise yet they’re also very calming.

I was also ready for a devilish grin and her to walk over to me with the champagne. She refilled my glass, spilled some, set the bottle in the ice bucket then quite seductively walked toward me. Just before she would have had to touch me she did a spin in place, the bottom of her dress flaring out. I saw a lot of her as she spun, but my eyes went only to her ass. It was round and firm, and when she spun left she was slightly turned out from me and I reached for that ass, electricity igniting my fingers as the silk of the dress caressed my fingers.

She touched her glass to mine. “To secrets,” she toasted. I knew it was her because it was the same face, but where had this change come from?

Her free hand went immediately to my cock, it was having a tough time staying in my pants and her hand found it right off.

“The Captain…” I tried to say but words were tough in coming to my mouth. Elsie was radiant, and so totally different than I’d seen her only days before. Which one of her was an act I wondered.

“I hope you don’t mind if we anchor off St. Barts tonight?” she asked.

“Fine. The Captain said something about Saba…” My gaze was fixed on her, my mind not sure if I was speaking a language anyone could understand and didn’t care.

“Saba is nice for diving, but I like St. Barts. I think it will be calmer water there.” She seemed to know and I didn’t have an opinion. “We’ll dive Saba tomorrow.”

As she said it the butler entered with some more hors d’ouvres. I hadn’t noticed the small setting on the bar, but walked over for something to bite. Elsie told the butler her plans for St. Barts instead of Saba. I bit into a light pasty, watching that ass the whole time.

Outside the ship, lights from Marigot were fast fading as we moved a few miles off the coast. I could see stars everywhere, including straight out in front of me. The butler left just as Elsie had another idea. She went over to a phone and punched a button on it. All I heard was her laughter, warm and sweet, and she talked the captain into doing what she wanted. She hung up the phone and came over.

“The captains says the moon will be reflecting off of Saba tonight and we should see it. So we will take a fast cruise around Saba during dinner, then head for St. Barts and anchor there for the night. This is okay with you?” she asked.

“Fine.” I sipped my champagne, expecting her to be a twin, the evil Elsie coming out any second. “Where did you go to school” I asked.

“NYU, graduated last month, why?” she asked.

“Your English, it’s far better than Angel or Roni, though both of them try hard not to have an accent when they speak.”

“I’m sure by tomorrow morning you will notice lots of differences between my mother and sister and I.” Then she placed a piece of melon in her mouth and walked into my arms. She gently pushed the melon into my mouth until our lips met, then we each slowly sucked the melon back and forth between us. I could feel where her teeth had smoothed some of the edges of the melon when she pushed it into my mouth, I could feel her arms pulling me in closer, giving herself to me. Whatever act she might be playing, she was fully into what we were here to do.

Somehow the melon got chewed and eaten and our mouths stayed together. Our glasses were set on the counter and we just melted over to the large couch. I know I spent far too much time rubbing, caressing, touching, feeling, and loving her ass, but I couldn’t help it. It had been hidden from my world until now and I was amazed. I have always been a leg and butt man ever since Freshman year in high school when several of the girls started to show firm round asses and long pony legs. Not a large ass mind you, firm, round, shelves.

Elsie’s legs were smooth as oiled divinity, and the silk of the dress matched the silk of my black shirt and black pants. This was not at all what I expected from Elsie, but it was welcome for sure. Several times I could feel eyes looking at us, but evidently it was the crew checking and they left when they saw we were occupied.

I first heard my zipper heading south, then felt her hand reach into my pants for my hard cock impatiently waiting there for her. She pulled my pants down, took each shoe and sock off, then removed the pants. She folded them then set them on a chair, then walked back to me. I reached behind her, each hand taking rest on her ass, stroking the firmness of it. She turned and sat between my legs, my cock sliding across her back. “Unhook my dress, please,” she asked.

There were several small pearl buttons keeping her in the dress, and I knew she could have reached them herself, but as the buttons opened they helped reveal her taut back to me. I gently pulled the fabric over her shoulders, then it just fell down to her waist. I pulled her closer so I could kiss my way from her neck downward. She shivered and goose bumps appeared on her skin. I kept kissing as her hands worked behind her and tenderly grasped my cock. God her hands felt good. She slowly started both hands working together, in the reach behind position, yet they were orchestrated immediately. One hand found my balls, stroking and gently tapping them. The other hand twisted up and down on my shaft lightly tracing arcs across it rather than grabbing it. My head was exploding, then she pulled her hands to her front.

It was such a slight and sudden move, that Elsie just seemed to lean forward, and when she sat back the lips of her dripping pussy fell over the top of my cock and I found myself pushing into the third wonderfully hot pussy in this family, then it stopped. My cock stopped; it couldn’t go any further. I even heard her let out a little sigh, and just stop moving.

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