FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS (A Steamy Collection)

Chapter 5

Oh.” I leaned against the railing, watching as six teenagers piled out of a limousine. “This is going to be fun.”

They were girls, giggling excitedly and already dressed in tiny bikinis, f**k me heels, and cheap jewelry. They were all young and very attractive, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled. The yacht was nice enough, but not as big as a lot of others tied up to the docks or riding at anchor in Monaco’s exclusive harbor.

“Hmmm...” Monica shrugged. “It could be worse.”

“It could be better too,” I snorted. “I guess this Attolini guy isn’t into boys.”

“Too bad for us, huh?” She winked at me and I adjusted the cups of my bikini as I stood up straight.

“I’m keeping this bikini,” I decided, rather enjoying the sensation of fine, tight fishnet against my skin.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Monica agreed, watching me with a smile.

We’d found the identical outfits waiting on the bed in our cabin. Black thong bikinis fashioned from a fine nylon mesh and the texture felt wonderful, keeping my n*****s stiff and obvious through the sheer material. I hadn’t bothered trying to hide my balls, but left them hanging loose with the pouch stuffed full of straining c**k. My d**k was so hard it almost hurt, but it did look nice like that.

Monica wore hers much the same way, but with the thong splitting her balls. Her hairless scrotum was drawn tight that way, giving her balls some nice cleavage as one of her testicles fell to the left and the other to the right. Her p***s was stiff as well, standing erect against her tummy with the head near her belly button and three inches of tanned cockshaft completely exposed; the sheer thong covered the rest, but there was little left to the imagination.

“I should have brought my homework,” I sighed and below us the girls were climbing the short ladder to board the yacht.

“You forgot it on purpose. Remember?”

“Yeah, but now I wish I hadn’t,” I said. “This is going to be boring, I can tell.”

“We’ll see.” She shrugged. “We’re getting paid the same anyway and besides ... you can always f**k me, Candy.”

“Heh!” I rolled my eyes. “You make it sound like I’m a nymphomaniac or something.”

“You mean you’re not?”

“Be nice!” I giggled and being a sixteen-year-old boy with all my hormones going full throttle, we both knew that’s exactly what I was.

All I wanted to do was have s*x all the time and I really wished those giggling sluts had turned out to be boys instead of girls. I had no idea if they were prostitutes or what, but it seemed likely and they weren’t speaking English, or French which I’d been attending classes to learn. Iggy had enrolled me in some sort of part-time finishing school for young women of modest means who didn’t want to embarrass themselves in polite society. It wasn’t a real finishing school, but at least I knew how to tango, tell one fork from another, and talk without swearing ... If I wanted to.

“It is a nice boat though,” I had to admit as we pushed ourselves off the rail and walked along the deck.

“Pretty nice,” Monica agreed. “Did you take a pill?”

“I don’t get seasick,” I reminded her.

“Not a seasick pill,” she said with a grin.

“I popped two Viagra and some ecstasy before we left the hotel.” I reached down to squeeze my c**k. “I’m so horny I could f**k Paris Hilton right now.”

“God!”

“Well,” I giggled. “In the ass anyway.”

“You’ve never f****d anyone,” Monica said. “Have you?”

“That’s my point!” I laughed, bumping her hip with mind. “Did you take any?”

“Oh yeah!” She laughed too. “Let’s find that bar, get something to drink.”

“That’ll help.” I rolled my eyes. “This is gonna be a weird trip, I can feel it.”

“That’s just the ecstasy,” Monica teased me and she could have been right.

The 110’ sailing yacht had real sails, but Attolini wasn’t a sailor, so his crew kept the canvas furled and used the powerful motors to drive the boat around the Mediterranean Sea. There were six cabins plus the master suite, a galley and kitchen, one full bath and two half-baths, and a plush lounge which was spacious enough for a full bar and an orgy pit, for lack of a better term. A sunken, circular area piled with soft pillows and big enough for a dozen people to relax comfortably ... or uncomfortably, as the case may be.

“Ow! Owwwmmph ... Umph!” a girl who looked about thirteen to me grunted into the spermy cunt of her twin sister and they were from Prague, or so I’d heard.

They didn’t speak a whole lot of English, but they loved to f**k, and an old guy named Lido had his c**k buried in her ass. He’d just finished soaking the other girl’s p***y with semen and he must have been saving his ball juice up for this little adventure. Lido’s belly shook like Jell-O, his whole body really, because he looked soft all over while he squatted over the girl’s round butt and hammered his prick into her bowels. I had no idea what her name was, or her sister’s, but they were adorable and locked together mouth-to-cunt with their wrists and ankles bound around each other.

Attolini liked those sorts of games. Another girl, a blonde Russian named Natalie, had been bound face down over a deck chair outside. She’d angered the man for some reason, none of us knew why, so he’d had her tied up as a gift to his crew for the day. It only took eight men to run the boat and they didn’t say much, except Maurie, the French chef. He liked to talk and especially tease the girls. The rest of the crew pretty much stayed invisible though, at least when they weren’t f*****g Natalie.

I wondered how much she was getting paid.

The other three girls were dancing naked in front of the large, flat-screen television mounted to one of the walls. A Black Eyed Peas concert played loudly through the stereo and they laughed drunkenly, grinding their teenage bodies against each other and the two men dancing with them. They were Attolini’s other two guests, both older like Lido, and naked as well. They weren’t terribly attractive physically, but money can turn even the ugliest man into Prince Charming and the girls were all over them.

Monica and I were all over Attolini himself and he wasn’t so bad for a guy pushing sixty. He kept himself in shape anyway and I found his pale body surprisingly firm, and he did have a wonderfully large c**k and generous balls, always my Achilles heel. He had thick black hair tarnished silver at the temples, dark Sicilian eyes, and a swarthy complexion. Attolini also liked “girly boys” as he called us and it had been a welcome surprise to understand the girls were for his friends while Monica and I were solely for his pleasure.

At that moment we were lounging in the pit, watching the obscene performance of the Prague twins, with Attolini naked between Monica and me. He held us with his arms, hugging us close while he alternated his attentions between us. While the man tongue f****d Monica’s mouth, I bent my lips to his chest and nursed on Attolini’s small, hard n*****s. He had a mat of soft grey hair and I enjoyed the way it felt on my cheeks. Likewise his pubic hair and I moved my fingers around the base of his c**k while Monica held the shaft in her fist and pumped him slowly.

We still wore our sheer, black bikinis as the man liked to see us dressed that way, but our c***s were completely exposed and I pushed mine against his hip and thigh. We were two days out of Monaco, bound for Palermo where Attolini had a villa, a nice one as he’d described it. We’d stay there for a few days and then sail back, paying us 15,000 euros each for the week long pleasure of our company. That sounded like a good deal to me and Iggy had already collected ten grand in advance, so we knew Attolini was good for it, but I really needed pleasure of a different sort just then.

“I want to f**k,” I whispered with a sexy pout, moving my left leg over the man’s thighs so I could straddle him.

“Hmmm...” he sighed, catching his breath after kissing Monica for several minutes. “Put me inside her.”

“Let me get her wet first,” Monica breathed, sliding her body along his and stretching out over and between several plump pillows.

I pressed my t**s against Attolini’s chest, wrapping my arms around his neck as I knelt around his hips. He let me kiss him, slipping my eager tongue into his mouth still moist with Monica’s saliva. She’d let go of his p***s so that she could spread my ass cheeks and tongue my tight little hole. We’d f****d the night before, but not that morning yet and I’d washed myself thoroughly in anticipation. Attolini had a thin, but very long c**k, and I loved the way it stretched me deep inside. He could f**k a long time too, much longer than most men half his age and maybe that was why; he had a lot more patience than most men I’d known.

On the casual dance floor, one of the girls screamed with a happy giggle as the two men had decided to make a sandwich of her. That was mildly interesting, seeing the petite blonde impaled with one c**k in her p***y while the other probed her asshole. Her feet couldn’t reach the floor and the men seemed to hug each other with their sexy pet trapped between them. Plainly they’d played that scene before and I giggled and then gasped as the tip of Monica’s tongue slipped past the relaxed ring of my anus.

Attolini kissed my neck and shoulders and then my t**s as I rocked my hips and felt my low hanging balls sliding across his skin. Monica had found the lubricant and there were all sorts of handy toys, ointments, and paraphernalia hidden beneath the pillows. She fingered my rectum, getting me nice and slick and ready to be f****d while I cradled the man’s head and kissed his hair. He liked to nibble and chew my n*****s and that felt unbelievably good. Attolini also used condoms and that was fine too. I had no idea where his c**k had been and didn’t need the hassle, you know?

Monica was nice enough to fit the ribbed latex over his prick, rolling it down the shaft with her mouth and finally guiding Attolini’s cockhead to my eager boy cunt. We both drew happy sighs as the man’s stiff p***s stretched my anus and then the soft walls of my rectum around him. I wasn’t as tight as I’d once been maybe, but even after f*****g a mile of c**k over the last two years, I wasn’t completely loose either. That’s the nice thing about being barely sixteen, my body was made for f*****g and after a little time off, my asshole would mend and shrink back to its normal shape and size.

Our host liked the fit well enough and he held my hips and leaned back, enjoying the ride as I began sliding my hot ass up and down his c**k. Monica straddled his thigh, sitting behind me with her t**s against my back and her hands cupping my breasts. She kissed my cheek and I turned my head so our mouths could meet in a sexy, open French kiss. Attolini liked that sort of thing, we’d discovered, watching the two of us tongue wrestle, and we certainly didn’t mind.