The cabin below

Same night, below. I sat on the bunk with my hair down and the sun shirt on, clothes on, a small porthole showing black water. That quiet minute was real. Then I took the shirt off and said the rest out loud. Hank, Bess, and Gio were the same yes as the deck. I had brought lube. I wanted Hank's cock in my ass, Gio's cock in my mouth, and Bess's fingers in my cunt. Nobody had to guess.

I got on the bunk on my knees. Hank warmed the lube and worked a slick finger into my ass, then two, while I told him yes. When I wanted more I said his cock. He pressed the head of his cock to my ass and pushed in slow. The stretch was a lot and I wanted the lot. He waited until I rocked back, then fucked my ass in short strokes, lube slick, his cock serious. Gio knelt by my face. I sucked his cock, wet and greedy, one hand on his thigh. Bess got a hand under me and pushed two fingers into my cunt, then rubbed my clit. I was full. Hank's cock in my ass, Gio's cock in my mouth, Bess fucking my cunt with her fingers. I made a sound around Gio's cock that was not a word and did not need to be.

I squirted. It hit Bess's hand and the sheet, my cunt clenching on her fingers while Hank fucked my ass and I sucked Gio's cock. I shook and told them I was squirting, keep going, fuck. They kept going until I tapped Gio's thigh because my jaw wanted a second, not because I wanted the night to end. I stroked his cock instead. I told both men to cum on my stomach. Hank pulled his cock out of my ass. I rolled onto my back. He came across my stomach in thick pulses. Gio came on the same skin, cum hot on my belly. Bess kissed my knee and looked pleased with the mess.

They rinsed in the tiny washroom. I did not ask anyone to share the bunk. I slept alone on purpose, shirt back on, hair down, porthole dark. In the morning I made coffee like a person with an ordinary day coming. I did not owe any of them a next night.