A Trip Report
Late that evening I had a telephone call from Marc, which I took in my cabin. He and Eve were stuck for the night in Nimes because a thunderstorm had delayed their departure until after the airport curfew. They would be staying at a hotel, but I was not to worry about Eve's safety. I thanked him for the courtesy of the call and assured him I had every confidence in him and Eve.
The following morning I felt better, as the soreness in my rear had receded. After swimming several laps around the yacht, I sunned topless on the afterdeck waiting for lunch and Eve's return. I was stunned to see Julien appear, looking hung over. I rolled onto my stomach, ignoring his presence and hoping he would leave. Instead he began to mumble a sort of apology. I was stupefied, hardly expecting that Jean's son would stoop to asking forgiveness for anything he did to me or Monique. I surmised that Monique had told Jean about Julien's rape (not that he would regard it as such), and Jean had forced him to come to me.
In our calling it gains little to bear a grudge, so for Monique's sake and mine I determined to be as gracious as possible, saying that it had all been a misunderstanding and no damage done. Julien acted relieved that I had not remained totally hostile, and mentioned that my account in Geneva would be credited in recompense for any inconvenience.
With relative peace reinstated aboard, we awaited with anticipation Eve and Marc's return, which occurred just before lunch. Eve looked very happy and Marc even showed a smile from time to time. We four listened to Eve's excited account of their trip, and especially the bullfights that they had watched in the arena at Nimes. I don't have a high opinion of bullfighting as a sport, but Marc was an enthusiast and explained in gory detail all of the finer points.
"Wasn't it awful watching them kill those animals?" I asked Eve.
"It was at first, but it was exciting too. They had six fights. At the end I was cheering along with everyone else."
"Meredith is afraid of being gored; the sight of blood scares her," added Monique slyly, winking at me. Julien almost choked on his drink, while Jean laughed aloud.
"What's so funny?" Eve wondered.
"Never mind! I'll tell you later," I said, glaring at Monique, who continued eating calmly as if nothing had happened.
After lunch, Eve, Monique, and I went to Eve's cabin to hear how her adventures had progressed.
"It's just like junior high," she began. "In the plane going he didn't touch me, but then at the roman bridge, we walked across holding hands. He had to tell me the whole history of aqueducts and all, and I'm a good listener. He likes people to pay attention to him. Then we drove back to Nimes in the rental car. He drives like a maniac by the way. Anyway, at the bullfight he was telling me all of the details about who does what, how the bulls are bred, and everything. At first I didn't like watching, but it really does get to you. When they killed the bulls I grabbed his arm, and he put it around my back. And what was the joke about you being gored?"
"You tell her Monique!"
"Monsieur Julien invited us to his cabin night before last for some entertainment, and he gored your sister's ass with his horn. There was a little blood as a result."
"He fucked your ass. What a jerk!"
"He has made up now, and no one is the worse for wear," Monique said. "Meredith has gotten a little experience and a large tip for her pains. Now, tell us about your night together."
"It wasn't together. He got a suite at a fancy hotel, and we had separate bedrooms. It was pouring rain and we had room service, then watched football on the TV. I did snuggle against him on the sofa, and he had his arm around me, but nothing further, except he kissed me good night."
"How sweet! Young love in flower," said Monique.
"It's a good start," I said. "There's four more nights before we leave. What are you doing today?"
"I think we're having dinner ashore. In the meantime, it's been two days since I've gotten laid. Any chance one of you could help me out?"
Monique and I were agreeable, and she went to fetch the strapon that she had used on me with Julien. When she returned, we all stripped naked, and Eve helped her put it on, not without some mutual foreplay.
Monique announced the program. "My plan is that Eve should lie on her back, and I will give her the pleasure of this magnificent cock. During this activity, Meredith can straddle her face." This plan was agreeable to everyone, and soon we were in position. I reached down to hold open the lips of Eve's pussy, and Monique pushed the thick dildo into her very slowly. I was surprised at the length Eve took, since when Monique's stomach was pressed against the back of her thighs only a centimeter of the shaft was still visible.
"You took all of it. I couldn't get that much into me."
"You can leave the guys with big cocks to me then. By the way, I think Marc has a big one."
"You saw it?"
"No, but when we were on the jet ski I kind of put my hand in his lap. It felt pretty big."
"That is something to look forward to, my little Eve," said Monique, pulling the dildo out and then stroking smoothly in.
"Ooh, that feels so good," Eve trilled. Monique continued to pump back and forth slowly, and as I sat back, Eve parted my cheeks. "Your ass looks OK from here. Does it still hurt?"
"Just a little."
She licked around the edge, then pushed the tip of her tongue into me. "It tastes OK too."
We continued on in this manner for more long minutes, with Eve licking and rubbing my pussy from below and Monique fucking hers from above. I came hard first, and then brought off Eve's climax by bending forward to lap her clit each time Monique pulled the dildo out. Afterwards we both offered to return the favor for Monique, but she said she had been sufficiently fucked by Jean the night before.
That evening I went to the casino with Jean. Monique and Julien had gone to a nightclub, and Eve and Marc to their dinner
à deux
. This time Jean lost heavily, so no nice tip was forthcoming. We returned to the yacht before any of the others, and Jean led me directly to his cabin.
Conference with Jean
"Marc seemed almost normal at lunch today. Eve is having a salutary effect on him. Have they slept together?"
"Not yet. Perhaps tonight. The plan was to proceed gradually so as not to frighten him."
"So Monique told me. I agree that was the best approach. Do you know why I decided that Eve was the right one to teach him?"
"Tell me!"
"At first I thought of Monique, but Marc knows she has been often with Julien and myself. That might have disgusted him."
"He is certainly cool towards her."
"Then I thought of you, since he didn't know you. But I considered that you might desert me for him afterwards."
"How could you think that?"
"Very easily, and I would miss you very much. Marc would not agree to share. Then too, he is impressionable, and if he fell in love with you it would be a problem to disentangle."
"What problem?"
"Marc is idealistic. Would you be tempted if he asked to marry you?"
"Perhaps. Would that be so bad?"
"Not for you, but for Marc very bad. He will be in society and in the government some day, a prefect or even higher. A wife with your background would be fatal. He would be exiled to some post in Martinique or a remote embassy. That is a shame, for I think that in many respects you would be well-matched to him."
"So why Eve then?"
