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The Rescue
by rlfj
Chapter 1
Babs Meredith never really knew why she woke up in the middle of the
night. Certainly she was normally a fairly heavy sleeper, indeed, was
one
prone to sleeping late and lazily drowsing in bed. Afterward she often
wondered if her dear, departed Harry had somehow spoken to her,
thundering
a angelic, "Get up!", that night. Not being overly religious, she
never
really quite believed that, but it was as good an explanation as she
was
ever able to figure out.
Still and all, for some reason she awoke in the middle of the night,
coming straight out of a deep sleep and found herself wide awake, and
instantly knew that something was wrong. Precisely what, she couldn't
say,
but something about the boat wasn't right. Sitting up carefully, to
avoid
waking her daughter and granddaughter, she slipped from the side of
the
king-size bunk and stood at its side. The boat rocked gently in the
light
swells, and it occurred to her that she should have felt more
movement,
and heard more noise. It was almost as if the boat had stopped.
Silently she crept to the cabin door and gently slipped through into
the
main cabin. To the side she heard her grandson snoring softly and
padded
in her bare feet past him. Something seemed wrong about the look of
the
cabin in the faint starlight, but precisely what, she couldn't say.
She
quietly stole through and went up the stairs to the small deck.
It was deserted. Where had Tim Robling, the mate, gone to? Enough
light
shone down from the Milky Way to prove that the deck well of the 30
foot
racer was empty, and she was sure that she would have seen him in the
main
cabin where Jason was still asleep, so he was missing. Where had he
gone,
and why was the boat stopped? Nervous, she went inside and went to
Jason's
bunk, cushions laid out on the lowered dining table.
"Jason, wake up. Jason!" She grabbed a shoulder and started pushing
and
prodding the teenaged boy awake. "Come on, Jason, get up!"
"Huh? Wha...", he grumbled, slowly coming alive. "Grandma?", he asked
as
he sat up, resting on his elbows. "Grandma, it's the middle of the
night!
What's wrong?"
"I don't know, Jason. Where's Tim?", she asked.
"Huh? Isn't he driving the boat?", he asked, still half asleep and not
noticing the speedboat was adrift. Reaching out, he found the wall
switch
by his makeshift bed and flipped it. A sharp clicking sound was his
only
reward and he flipped the switch several times. "What's going on,
grandma?", he asked, coming awake.
"I don't know, Jason, but I'm getting nervous. Get up and look around.
Where's the flashlight?"
"Over there, in that drawer.", her grandson said, pointing to the
utility
drawer at the end of the galley cabinets.
Babs popped the drawer open and felt around in it. "No, it isn't." She
turned to face him and banged her knee against the seat on the
opposite
side of the boat from Jason. Looking down, she was astonished to find
that
the seat cushion was missing. In fact all the cushions were missing,
except for those that Jason had been sleeping on. "Where's the
cushions?",
she asked.
Jason looked around wildly. "What in the world is going on?!"
"I don't know, honey, but I don't like the look of this. Get up and
get
dressed, then look around up top. I'm getting your sister and mother
up."
Jason reached behind him and grabbed his T-shirt and rolled off his
bunk.
He had gone to sleep in his swim shorts. His grandmother went back to
the
cabin and began the process of waking the rest of her family.
Both her daughter, Maggie, and her granddaughter, Mary, were dressed
for
sleep as she was, in a T-shirt and panties. She had never really
wondered
what they slept in at home and had decided to set an example the first
night of their boating vacation. Certainly, she had never slept in
these
at home. Harry, bless his horny heart, had preferred that she sleep in
the
buff; even if she did actually go to bed in frilly lingerie, he would
promptly have his way with her, in the process removing it completely.
She
had been perfectly happy to comply with her libidinous husband, since
the
most he ever wore were boxer shorts, and she had been just as eager to
remove them from his form. Still, she had reflected, occasionally she
had
gone to bed in a T-shirt and panties, but it was invariably on a
weekend
afternoon, and the T-shirt had always ended up around her neck, while
the
panties always ended up around her ankles. Since his death, Babs had
never
gotten into the habit of dressing for sleep.
Entering the cabin she had tried the light switch to find it useless
as
well. Giving a hard shove to each of the women in turn, she opened the
closet and reached up to the shelf and pulled out a large plastic box
labeled 'Emergency'. She knew what was in it, having heeded her
husband's
words of years before. "If you're in a new place, always look for a
way
out, and what you have in case things turn to shit!", Harry Meredith
had
taught her, and she had learned well. As her daughter and
granddaughter
groaned awake, she opened the kit and pulled out the small but
powerful
flashlight within. Flicking it on, she shone it full in their faces,
blinding them and causing them to sit up and cover their eyes.
"Mom, what the hell are you doing?!", cried Maggie. Beside her, Mary
muttered imprecations.
"Get up! Something's wrong. Get dressed, now!" Closing the emergency
kit,
she took it and the flashlight out and up on deck.
Shining the light around the deck well, she was horrified to see what
appeared to be a careful pillaging of their boat. All the seat
cushions,
useful as emergency flotation devices, were gone, as well as the life
jackets that had been mounted on the bulkheads. Every piece of
emergency
gear had been stripped from the boat, even the inflatable life raft
had
been taken.
"Here, grandma, shine the light over here." Jason stood next to the
small
cockpit, before the wheel and throttle controls. When Babs came over,
he
took the light from her hands and aimed it at the control panel, at
the
key ignition. The key had been broken off in the ignition, leaving it
unable to be turned on. Worse, as he pointed the light under the
panel, he
could see brightly colored wiring had been snipped and torn out. The
boat
was going nowhere.
"Where's Tim?", asked Babs, looking around wildly.
"Damned if I know. He's not up front."
"Can you work the radio?"
"Yeah, I could, if we had one that worked." He pointed at the console.
The
radio was still present, but the headset and microphone were missing.
"I
checked already. What's going on?"
"I don't know, Jason, I just don't know."
Just then, Jason sniffed at the air and a concerned look came to his
eyes.
"Do you smell gas, grandma?", he asked.
Babs sniffed and detected a strong odor of gasoline from the engine
well.
"Yeah. Okay, go forward and get a life jacket out of my cabin. Get the
girls moving, too." She pushed her grandson inside, then headed for
the
bow of the boat. Inside the emergency kit had been a Very gun and some
flares.
Chapter 2
Captain Jimmy Sorenson lounged in the bridge seat of the motor yacht
Bottoms Up, enjoying the smooth purr of the diesels and taking in the
calm
night air and whispering rush of the ocean as it slipped under the
ship.
It was warm and quiet, with just enough starlight to see the horizon.
A
hell of a lot nicer than a winter in northern Minnesota, which was his
birthplace. He had shipped out with the Coast Guard when he was 17 and
never looked back. He had risen through the ranks to Master Chief, and
even though he hadn't been an officer, he knew more about sailing than
most of the so-called professionals. When he had been 35, his captain
had
put him in for the Master's qualifications, to give him a goal to
shoot
for. More as a lark than for any other reason he had sat for the
tests,
and had been as surprised as anyone when he had passed and been
granted
papers stating his qualifications as Master, Any Ocean, Any Tonnage.
It
had been ten years since he had retired after 25 years, man and boy.
Now he lounged in his bridge seat and relaxed in the calm breeze
generated
by the Bottoms Up's passage. He had never wanted to run tankers or
merchies, and the cruise lines wanted captains who looked good, not
rough
and tumble Master Chiefs. No, skippering a yacht like this as a
contract
skipper was just fine with him. He really wasn't sure that she was a
yacht, like the things Donald Trump or those oil sheiks had, but she
sure
wasn't a cabin cruiser, either. At 65 feet, with two decks, five
staterooms, a bridge, and a flying bridge, no, she sure wasn't a cabin
cruiser.
To be honest, she was a little understaffed. The only other
professional
on board was his nephew, 28 years old, who had come down to the
Caribbean
shortly after his uncle had retired. Robby had had a serious case of
hero
worship for his restless, seafaring relative. That had worn off, to be
replaced with a much more solid respect and loyalty. Robby ran the
engines
and kept things running.
Most ships this size would have had a few servant types, and perhaps
another mate, but the owner was a bit of an odd duck. Most owners
would
have simply told him where to go; Malcolm Jensen eagerly learned what
had
to be done to get there. He often would take a watch at the wheel, to
give
Jimmy or Robby a break. His wife, Caroline, often helped their private
cook, Phoebe, both in preparing and in serving the meals, and they
were
both good cooks. On some of the islands they hopped to, Malcolm's
butler
would show up, to arrange supplies, rooms, or whatever. Reeves rarely
got
on board, however, being unbelievably prone to seasickness.
Captain Jimmy knew precisely what the rest of the crew and passengers
were
up to at the immediate moment. They were partaking of the pleasures of
the
flesh. Malcolm Jensen might have been his own age, a well set man in
his
early fifties, but Caroline was a good ten years younger, and looked
younger yet. She looked really fine in a bikini, tall and slim, with
shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes, long legs and a very
interesting bust; she looked even better when she wasn't in her
bikini,
which was often, since she liked sunbathing nude. The captain really
liked
the way she shaved her cunt. She and her husband had an active sex
life,
morning, noon, and night.
The cook, Phoebe (he never had learned her last name), was as striking
as
her mistress. Phoebe barely stood five foot tall, wore her almost
black
hair to the small of her back, and was the curviest woman he had ever
seen
in a lifetime of enjoying curvy women. Her breasts were larger, both
in
bust size and cup size, her waist was narrower by far, and her hips
and
buttocks were wide and well laid out for a man's pleasures. She, too,
enjoyed an all-over tan and a shaved pussy. She also enjoyed the same
games as the Jensen's, and rarely, if ever spent a night, or for that
matter, a morning or afternoon, alone.
The sleeping arrangements were not too unusual considering the layout
of
the ship. There was a large cabin in the bow for the owners, a
slightly
smaller cabin to the starboard for the captain, and three other
smaller
cabins, two to the port, one to starboard, for crew or passengers. At
present, one of these cabins was being used as a storeroom, and both
Robby
and Phoebe had the two smaller cabins. What was unusual was that
Phoebe
never slept in her own cabin. She rotated, quite democratically
between
the other three.
Jim had not been surprised to find her coming out of Robby's cabin
that
first morning. His nephew was a large, well-muscled, and handsome
young
man, and had been known to have sampled the charms of some owner's
wives
and daughters before. Robby claimed it was his Fu Manchu mustache that
got
the women, to which his uncle said "Crap!" He had been surprised the
next
day when Phoebe had slipped into his cabin while Robby manned the
helm. As
he had stood there dumbfounded, she had stripped naked and done things
with him that Jamaican crack whores didn't know about. Even more
surprising had been the fact that she also slipped into the owner's
cabin
for her wanton pleasures. The captain wasn't too terribly surprised to
find Malcolm and Phoebe fornicating, but had been quite surprised to
find
the three of them having group sex. He had been flabbergasted the day
he
and Malcolm had been on the bow, and had heard Phoebe and Caroline
moaning
and screaming in passion through an open porthole. Malcolm had simply
grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
The most astonishing thing about this copulating crew was when
Caroline
had come up on deck one evening wearing a very small and sexy
sundress. He
hadn't thought she was wearing panties under it, a fact which she
proved
when, while sitting in a deck chair opposite him, she had pulled it to
her
waist and masturbated in front of him. After she came, she had slipped
to
the deck before him and had proceeded to provide the
mother-of-all-blowjobs. Jim had been nervous about screwing the
owner's
wife, but not enough that he couldn't perform. It wasn't the first
time an
owner's wife needed servicing, and she was too good looking and he was
too
horny not to comply. What had amazed him was the casual acceptance by
Malcolm of the state of affairs. The captain had barely rezipped his
pants
when Malcolm had come up to the bridge, to see his wife lounging on
the
deck naked, the captain's come still on her lips. Unsated, she
promptly
undid her husband's shorts and fellated him, while the skipper stared.
When she was finished, she crawled into Malcolm's lap, where he openly
fondled her breasts and shaved pussy, then invited the captain to join
with him in fucking his wife ragged. He found out later that Robby had
been partaking of Caroline's charms as well.
Just the previous evening, in fact, he and Robby had been invited to
the
Jensens' suite in the hotel for cocktails. They had gotten there late,
after working on the engines, and when they had knocked on the door,
it
had been opened by Phoebe. She was stark naked, and a thin stream of
come
had been running down one of her thighs. Commenting that, "You're
late, so
we started without you.", she had led them into the master bedroom.
Reclining on the bed were an equally naked Malcolm and Caroline, lying
side by side, Malcolm's arm around his wife's shoulders, his hand
reaching
down to play with her nipples, while she reached down to fondle his
manhood back to stiffness.
Seeing them enter, Malcolm had grinned, and said, "Excellent,
gentlemen!
You're just in time for the second course." Pulling his wife atop him,
he
had impaled her cunt on his cock, then reached around to spread her
asscheeks wide. "Who wants her ass and who wants the blowjob?" The
captain
had claimed seniority, and after stripping had stuffed his meaty prick
into Caroline's asshole. Her squeal of delight was muffled by his
nephew's
cock, already in her mouth.
Captain Jimmy was roused from his pleasantly horny reverie by a red
flash
on the horizon. Looking up, he was startled, and let loose a low,
"What
the fuck?", as a faint red flare lifted above the horizon off the
starboard bow and settled slowly down. Then his years of Coast Guard
training took over, and he slammed the throttles forward while turning
towards the flare. Finally he lowered a hard and callused hand onto
the
air horn, and cut loose with several loud blasts.
Chapter 3
As the captain had suspected, the owners and crew may well have
retired
for the evening, but they most definitely had not gone to sleep.
Malcolm
and Caroline had gone to their cabin in the bow, while Phoebe had
enticed
Robby to spend the night in her cabin.
Robby had already gotten off with Phoebe once when the horn blast
startled
him. Disdaining any foreplay, the pair had promptly stripped naked.
Phoebe
had knelt on her bunk while looking over her shoulder as her lover for
the
night stepped up behind her to place his cockhead at her gaping slit
and
lunge forward. She had orgasmed immediately, gasping and crying out
with
joy as his hips set up a wild pace, plunging deep and tearing
backwards.
Robby's grunting orgasm only lifted her to a second peak, and his
strong
hands held her hips against him as he spewed into her. Afterwards,
they
had lain at each other's side, hands manipulating their bedmate's
groins,
in preparation. Finally, Robby had knelt between her outstretched legs
and
had stuffed his engorged cock back into her wetly sloppy cunt. He had
only
managed a few heavenly strokes when the horn bellowed and stopped him
in
mid-thrust.
"What the...", he said, his cock wilting inside Phoebe. He scrambled
back
off the bed and reached down for his shorts.
"Robby!", complained Phoebe.
"Get dressed honey! That's an all hands blast! Come on, let's go!",
said
Robby. Yanking his shorts up, he zipped and buttoned the flap, then
grabbed her hand and pulled her upright. Phoebe had just enough time
to
grab a short robe before he pulled her out the door.
Down the short hallway, Malcolm and Caroline were mightily confused by
both the blasting of the horn and the scurrying of feet in the
passageway.
Their lovemaking had taken a more genteel pace, and now they were
resting
in preparation for a second go. They were lying head-to-toe, stretched
out
after a lengthy and languorous session of sixty-nine, with Caroline
gently
stroking her husband to sufficient stiffness so that she could mount
him.
She stopped as she heard the clamor.
"Darling, what in the world is going on?", she asked. Just then,
another
few blasts of the horn sounded. The air horn was mounted on the bow
above
their cabin, and the room reverberated with the sound.
"Damned if I know, but I think we had better go see." Malcolm reached
over
to grab the bathing suit his wife had stripped away from him, and his
wife
stood, tying her robe around herself. Together they left their
stateroom
to ascend to the deck.
They found Robby at the helm, steering the vessel by the compass,
while
Captain Jimmy shrugged into a life jacket. Phoebe looked confused and
scared, and came over to the Jensens as they appeared. Caroline
wrapped
her arms around the frightened girl as Malcolm spoke up. "Really,
Captain,
what in the hell is going on?!", he demanded.
Captain Jimmy settled the life jacket on his large torso and zipped it
up.
Pointing to the bow, he responded, "We've got a flare over the horizon
there. We're heading there to see what the problem is. Now, I want
everybody dressed and in a life jacket. As soon as you get back, I'll
head
up to the flying bridge."
Everybody looked at the darkness beyond the bow, but the flare had
long
since descended to the surface and all was darkness.
"Really, Captain, is this necessary? Couldn't you simply call the
Coast
Guard or something? This seems like an awful lot of ruckus for the
middle
of the night.", protested the sleepy owner.
With a look born of a lifetime of staring down ignorant yet willful
ensigns, the captain gazed at Malcolm. "Sir, you may be the owner of
this
vessel, but I am her master, and that was not a request."
Malcolm was so startled by such an unexpected and forceful response,
he
actually took a step back in shock. A thought of arguing died as he
saw
the determination in the captain's eyes, and he turned to go inside.
As
they turned he saw the skipper pick up a radio microphone. "Mayday,
mayday..."
Caroline and Phoebe, now more confused than ever, followed him in.
Once
inside their cabin, Caroline said, "Malcolm, what is going on? What
are
you going to do now?"
Her husband smiled wryly as he stepped out of his shorts and began to
pull
on some khaki slacks. "Why, my dear, I thought it was obvious. I'm
getting
dressed. I would suggest you do so as well."
Chapter 4
Once everyone had reassembled on the bridge, Captain Jimmy gave new
orders. Robby was to steer while he climbed up to the flying bridge,
then
Robby and Malcolm were to sort out some ropes and lines to throw in
case a
rescue was required. The women were detailed to stand by with some
heavy-duty flashlights, battle lanterns the captain called them, and
fire
extinguishers. After the captain had clambered up on top, Malcolm and
Robby went down to the storeroom and grabbed some thin but sturdy
ropes
and took them up to the bow. These were secured to the railing around
the
boat, and Robby brought over a pair of life rings as well.
"Hey, Doc,", Robby said, "don't take it so hard when Captain Jimmy
gives
you an order like that. He's just doing his job, is all."
"I suppose so, but it certainly seemed a bit brusque for my taste."
"It's nothing personal. It's just that when there's an emergency, the
captain is the one who gives the orders. It may not have happened
until
now, but he's perfectly legit. If you had hired him to fly your plane
and
got into trouble, you wouldn't dream of taking the controls away from
him,
would you?"
Malcolm shrugged and muttered no. "Still, we aren't in any danger."
"No, but somebody out there is." To put a final point on Robby's
argument,
a second flare launched from the horizon, which everyone on deck
noticed.
Up on the flying bridge, Jim adjusted course a few degrees and picked
up
the microphone. Robby continued, "See? There is somebody out there up
shit
creek, and we're the paddle. Maybe. It's either that or a couple of
drunken kids got into the emergency kit and decided to have some
fireworks. If that's the case, then all we lose is a night's sleep,
and we
get an excellent chance to be heroic and practice a rescue."
Malcolm smiled at the thought of a couple of drunk teenagers playing
with
flares. "Does that happen often?", he asked.
"Well, I've never seen it, but you'd be amazed at some of the stupid
shit
I have seen. God help them if they are a bunch of dumb bastards
fucking
around. The Coasties will eat them for lunch!"
A flare continued to be launched at roughly fifteen minute intervals,
and
the third flare was noticeably closer. It was becoming obvious that
this
was happening too methodically to be kids screwing around, and Malcolm
climbed up to the flying bridge to find out what was happening. Jim
noticed him climb up beside him and amiably nodded a greeting. "I
imagine
you're a bit curious?"
Malcolm smiled. "A bit."
The captain turned back to face the bow. Below them the sea foamed as
the
roaring diesels pushed through the light swell. Their wake seemed
visible
for miles. "So am I.", he admitted. "We aren't hearing anything over
the
radio, and the Coast Guard hasn't heard anything either, which might
or
might not mean a damn thing anyway, considering where we are. It's
pretty
deserted in this area, and the nearest cutter is almost a hundred
miles
south of us. They're headed this way, but won't be here until well
after
dawn. I think we're it, in case there is trouble up ahead."
"Can you see anything yet?"
Jim shook his head. "Still too far away. I'm starting to get a glimmer
on
the radar, but it's not very good for this." Malcolm looked over in
alarm.
Bad radar! The captain saw his look and waved it off. He had overseen
the
Bottoms Up's refit before they went to sea, and the radar was to his
specification. "I misspoke myself. There's nothing wrong with the
radar,
its just not designed for search and rescue. This is simply to make
sure
that we don't blunder into some freighter in the middle of the night.
We
should get some sort of a hull paint within the hour."
"How long?"
Jim scratched his head and gave the answer a bit of thought before
answering. "Well, figuring the distance to the horizon and the maximum
speed for the engines, we'll probably come up on her by three or so.
This
hull and these diesels are built for cruising, not open-ocean racing.
Still, I should be getting some sort of radar reflection before then,
and
then I'll know for sure, but figure along about three or so. Anything
else?"
"Yeah. What do we do? I mean when we find the ship?"
"Not to be a smartass, but that depends on what's going on up there. I
just don't know. I suspect it's simply another cabin cruiser or
sailboat,
with some sort of electrical or engine problem. If so, we'll tow them
to
port, or call for a tow, or otherwise make ourselves useful until that
cutter shows. If she's in trouble, or foundering, we'll close and take
off
the crew and passengers, if we can. Don't worry, I plan on going in
very
slowly and carefully."
The captain and the owner continued to talk for several minutes, as
yet
another flare went up, then Malcolm went back down the ladder and
reassured his wife and Phoebe that everything was well in control.
Then he
went forward, to find Robby sitting on the deck, slipping on a pair of
socks and a battered pair of leather shoes. Malcolm also noted that
Robby,
who normally wore cutoffs and a T-shirt, was dressed in khaki pants
and a
white cotton dress shirt. Curious, he asked why.
"Fire. Captain Jimmy told me that during the Second World War, during
battles you wore cotton and leather all over, in case of flash fires.
I'll
be the one going aboard. I want you to stay here. Worst case, I'll
have to
hand up some passengers in a hurry. Just grab them and shove them
astern.
Then get out of the way, 'cause I'll be right behind them!" He grinned
at
his own bravado and finished tying his laces.
The last hour passed slowly as the motor yacht seemed to creep forward
at
a glacial pace. When they began to get firm readings off the radar,
the
captain informed them that she seemed to be a smaller boat, simply
drifting with the current. They were within a mile of the boat by
2:45, at
which point the captain slowed the engines and let the yacht glide
closer.
A powerful searchlight swung towards the drifter and everyone could
see a
small group of people huddled on the bow of what appeared to be a
thirty
foot speedboat, capable, if just barely, of making the open ocean
crossing. Seeing the light hit them, the group scrambled to their feet
and
began waving frantically towards their rescuers. Captain Jimmy steered
the
yacht closer, aiming to bring the racer's bow along the port side of
the
much larger yacht.
By the time the Bottoms Up was alongside the small craft, Robby,
Malcolm,
Caroline, and Phoebe were lining the side rail. There seemed to be
three
women and a man on board, although they couldn't be sure of the man.
The
women were all wearing life jackets, but the man seemed to be wrapped
in
cushions of some sort, and walked with a waddling gait.
The captain stood off about twenty feet and hailed them with a
bullhorn.
"Ahoy there. What's the problem?"
A light soprano rang out clearly, in a voice that was scared yet under
control. "Our boat's been sabotaged and is leaking fuel. Can you take
us
on? Please?" The last plea was on the ragged edge of panic.
The captain responded by goosing the engines and coming alongside.
Deftly,
he brought the yacht up to the bow of the leaky speedboat and Robby
hopped
over the rail to the deck below. Once there he grabbed the waist of
the
first woman he saw and lifted her easily towards Malcolm, who guided
her
under the rail and pushed her into his wife's arms. By the time he had
turned back, another woman was at the rail, and he repeated his
performance a second, and then a third time. The last victim, swaddled
in
what seemed to be a bed cushion, managed to clamber aboard on his own.
Robby sprinted to the well deck and stuck his head into the cabin,
then
lifted the hatch off the engine well.
"Sweet Jesus!", he yelled as the thick gasoline fumes almost knocked
him
out. He raced back on deck and ran back to the Bottoms Up. Leaping, he
rolled under the rail into Malcolm's arms, then jumped up and began
running for the bridge. "Get the fuck out of here! She's going to
blow!"
Captain Jimmy had been watching his nephew through the binoculars he
constantly wore around his neck, and reacted immediately. Swinging the
wheel hard to starboard, he slammed the throttles forward and the
yacht
sank at the stern as she sped away. Five minutes later they were a
good
nautical mile away, and he slowed to a stop. He was just coming down
the
ladder to join the rescuers and rescued when a fireball split the
night.
Everyone stared as the little boat exploded violently, shedding
flaming
debris for two hundred yards in every direction. "Holy shit!", he
exclaimed.
Robby ran up to him. Breathless, he cried out, "She was sabotaged,
boss,
sure as shit! She'd been stripped down and gutted. The whole thing
reeked
of gasoline. I looked into the engine compartment and it was simply
swimming in fuel. The fuel line had been cut!"
Jim stared at his nephew. "Cut? Are you sure it simply wasn't busted?"
The younger man shook his head violently as he regained his composure.
"Cut, both lines. A section was missing out of both. The tanks drained
into the engine compartment and whatever bilges she had. Wouldn't
surprise
me to learn that she had been rigged to blow, too. Check your watch,
boss."
In surprise, the skipper looked at his watch. It was 3:02.
"Pretty coincidental, the timing, huh? Almost like somebody was on a
timetable." They both stared out at the flaming sea. "It wasn't no
accident, skipper.", he finished.
Chapter 5
As the pair rejoined the gaping people yammering on the bow, he
commented
to Robby, "Listen, when the Coast Guard asks where you were when all
this
started, you were asleep in your cabin. Alone, get it. Let's not get
things complicated, huh?"
Robby nodded in compliance. "Yeah, sure. I'll tell Phoebe, too."
They walked up to the rest of the group, staring at the burning debris
and
all trying to talk at once. Captain Jimmy boomed out, "Okay, everyone
inside! Let's get settled." The Jensens led the way, leading the three
rescued women into the main deck's salon, followed by Phoebe. Jason
waddled behind, and was stopped short by the captain. He thought the
teen
was a most improbable sight, tall and thin, wrapped from mid-chest to
mid-thigh in some kind of a cushion, with rope holding it tight, and
it
reminded him of a hot dog too big for the bun. "What the hell are you,
kid, the Oscar Meyer Wiener?"
Jason faced the much larger and older man. "We didn't have enough life
jackets, so I wrapped this cushion around me. It's supposed to be an
emergency flotation device." He began to pick at the knot holding it
to
his waist.
Jim shrugged and said, "Who knows, might have worked. Move your
hands." He
pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the bindings. "Although I suspect
that the way you're wearing it, you'd probably end up floating face
down.
Next time, try rolling it up, and tying it in a bundle, then holding
on."
Jason looked surprised, but nodded as he considered this. He shrugged
out
of the improvised life preserver and followed the others inside.
Everybody
was still standing and heading towards the galley/dinette, with the
rest
of his family asking for something to drink. They had been on deck for
well over an hour in the warm night air, and were quite thirsty.
Robby came to their rescue. He had quickly noticed the three women
were
all extraordinarily good looking, and his hormones were racing. He
quickly
set four glasses out, then reached into the refrigerator and pulled
out
the fresh pitcher of orange juice. Four full glasses were quickly
downed
by the parched family, along with refills.
Phoebe had been slow to react, otherwise she would have served them
something else, anything at all other than the orange juice. Eyes
aghast,
she caught Malcolm's eye and made several glances at the pitcher. It
took
him a few seconds, and then his eyes opened wide as well in
understanding.
He could only stare as the foursome finished off the juice. He had
given
Phoebe 'the drug' to put in the juice earlier in the evening, so that
she
could prepare the mixture while Robby and Jim were on deck. He had
expected it to be served to just the five of them in the morning, with
some left over. Now these innocents had consumed a double dose!
Unbeknownst to the captain and his crew, Malcolm had been spiking the
drinks on board with a regular dosage of 'the drug' which he had
invented
years ago. Created accidentally as a byproduct of arcane peptide
research,
Malcolm had discovered that the harmless additive was a powerful
aphrodisiac. A single dose lasted up to a week or more, and it was
powerful enough to put Viagra to shame. The effect on women was
pronounced, causing them to shed all their inhibitions and increase
their
desire for sex by a wide margin. The effect on men was even more
noticeable. A man taking 'the drug' could screw for hours, coming and
then
regaining his erection for another go around within minutes. In the
course
of a twenty-four hour day a man could fuck a dozen times to
ejaculation,
easily.
After Malcolm had noted the effects on lab rats, guinea pigs, and
other
small mammals, all to seemingly no other effect on their health, he
had
tested it on himself. Not only was he pleased, his wife was astonished
and
deliriously happy. After worming the secret out of him, she had
insisted
on trying it herself, and the pair had spent the better part of a week
in
bed, fucking non-stop. Since they loved each other deeply, but were
not
terribly concerned about monogamy, they had initiated members of their
staff into its usage. The effects were electrifying. The maid and cook
became a harem for Malcolm, and the butler and handyman became a stud
service for Caroline. Clothing became fairly optional for all
involved,
and since the staff's duties were relatively light, sex games became
an
around-the-clock passion for everyone.
Not wishing either his wife or Phoebe to miss out on their accustomed
heavy fucking, Malcolm had allowed the two to secretly dose the orange
juice once a week, so that Jim and Robby would join in the games. The
effect had been all that they could wish for. Both men were tall,
strong,
and handsome, and even Malcolm had been impressed by the size of the
erections they sported. Now their off-duty hours were spent servicing
one
or the other, or even both, of the eagerly compliant women on board,
to
everyone's delight.
Now these newcomers had partaken. Within twenty-four hours, thirty-six
at
most, all four would be desperately horny.
Chapter 6
The excited babbling had dulled to a loud roar when the captain spoke
up.
"Just who are you folks anyway?"
Startled at the realization that nobody had been introduced, Maggie
spoke
up. "Oh, yes, well, I'm Maggie Meredith, and this is my mother
Barbara,
and these are my two kids, Mary and Jason Flanagan."
"Your mother!", cried an astonished Robby. "But...you can't...she
can't...", he stammered. Although he had been the one to vocalize the
group's amazement, the others couldn't help but wonder as well. Mary
and
her mother were both stunning blonde beauties, with shoulder length
honey
colored hair and blue eyes, and voluptuously top-heavy figures. It was
obvious that they were related, but everyone had thought that they
were
sisters, and both looked extremely young for their ages. The general
consensus was that Barbara was the mom and that Maggie was her younger
sister. Barbara looked to be in her early forties, while Maggie looked
to
be mid-thirty-something.
The teens were cut from a somewhat different cloth. For one thing,
both
were taller than their elders, although in Mary's case the difference
was
slight. Jason however towered over the other three, a gangly
six-foot-plus, slim yet not quite spindly. Both kids had shockingly
red
hair; Mary wore hers long, almost to her waist, while Jason's was an
unkempt mop of flaming red curls. Mary looked like her forebears to a
certain extent, at least to being as curvy as them, but otherwise both
she
and her brother had much fairer skin and much less of a tan and brown
eyes, and it was obvious that they must have taken after their father
to a
considerably greater extent than their mother.
Barbara sighed pleasantly. "No, it's true, I'm the granny, and call me
Babs, everybody does. It's a bit of a long story which I won't bore
your
with, but both Maggie and I had our children young, and we've been
very
fortunate in looking a bit younger than we are. I promise you, we're
actually older than we appear. But seriously, who are you? I can't
call
our rescuers 'Hey, you!'"
Before anyone had a chance to answer, Phoebe popped up. Pointing to
the
Jensens, she exclaimed, "That's easy! This is Mister and Mrs. Howell,
I'm
Ginger, he's the Captain, and that's Gilligan!" She finished by
pointing
at the crew.
About half the cabin groaned while the other half whooped in laughter.
Finally Jason stopped laughing long enough to say, "And this must be
the
good ship Minnow? God help us if that's the case."
"I've been dying to say that ever since I got on board this thing.",
admitted Phoebe.
"Seriously,", interjected Malcolm. "I'm Malcolm Jensen and this is my
wife
Caroline, our cook Phoebe, and Captain Jim Sorenson, and our crewman
Robby. And, no, this isn't the good ship Minnow, this is the good ship
Bottoms Up. We're out of Barbados, heading up to Guadeloupe. Now what
happened to your boat? Where did you start and where were you
heading?"
Continuously interrupting each other, the story poured out. They too
had
been traveling from Barbados, only not quite as far, planning to go to
Martinique. When it was pointed out that their small speedboat wasn't
designed for open ocean cruising, the Meredith family simply looked
blank.
"Really?", asked Babs. "Tim said that it was an easy overnight
cruise."
"Overnight, sure, but in any kind of a storm you'd have been in
trouble in
that baby.", commented the skipper. "Who's Tim?"
"Tim's our crew, Tim Robling. Or he was I guess. He seems to have
gotten
himself mislaid."
At this, the captain became somewhat animated, turning to Robby and
demanding to know if he had left anybody on board. Robby protested his
innocence, insisting he had checked the boat thoroughly. Finally Babs
and
Jason broke in, saying that Tim had disappeared after they had gone to
bed.
"Disappeared?! What the hell does that mean!?", he demanded.
"Just that.", said Jason. "When Grandma woke me up, we were the only
ones
on board. He was gone, along with every life preserver, raft, cushion,
and
anything else he could grab. He stripped the place clean, busted the
radios, disabled the engines, and took off while we were sleeping."
Mary interrupted, arguing, "You don't know that he did that!" She had
thought Tim had been rather cute.
"Give me a break. Who else could have?"
The Jensens and their crew looked shocked at the idea of a deliberate
sabotaging, and Captain Jimmy began questioning Robby about the
condition
of the other ship before she had exploded. Robby confirmed the absence
of
any flotation gear or other safety gear on board, and reiterated the
deliberate destruction of the fuel system. "I didn't check the radios
or
controls, but it fits.", he finished. "The Coasties are going to love
this
one!"
Finally, after rehashing the incident some more, Malcolm and Caroline
offered to let the four newcomers sleep wherever they wanted, but by
then
it was after four and everyone was too keyed up to sleep. The captain
spoke up, as much to the Jensens as to the Merediths. "Okay, folks,
one
more order and I'll quit throwing my weight around for the night. I
think
I've used up a month's worth, anyway. Phoebe, you and Robby make us a
couple of pots of good strong coffee. We've only got a few hours till
that
Coast Guard cutter shows up."
Chapter 7
It was almost eight by the time the cutter appeared on the horizon.
She
hove to several hundred yards from the Bottoms Up and the floating
debris.
By that time, the skipper had told everyone what to expect in the way
of
an investigation, and had requested that the Jensens and Phoebe should
get
dressed, although he wanted the Meredith family to stay as they were,
so
that the Coast Guard could see their exact condition as they were
rescued.
He had made a special private comment to Malcolm that both ladies
should
put on slacks and be wearing brassieres. Their usual attire was a
bikini,
or maybe a bikini bottom and blouse or tank top. Neither wore much
more,
and often wore much less.
His comment that it was too bad they didn't have any identification
was
quickly rebutted by Maggie. "But we do! Jason thought of that one."
Lifting her T-shirt to just under her large breasts, she exposed a
ZipLoc
baggie taped to her waist with white first aid tape. Inside was a
wallet
and passport. Following her lead, her mother and children lifted their
shirts as well, showing that they, too, had wallets and passports
taped
inside plastic bags on their stomachs. Both Malcolm and the captain
noticed the flat oval shapes of birth control pills in Mary's and her
mother's. They peeled them off and set them on the table.
Jim looked approvingly at Jason. "You're all right, kid! I like the
way
you think. That makeshift life jacket and this - you've got a good
head in
an emergency. You can sail with me any time."
Jason gaped in wonder. He was very impressed with the large and burly
sea
captain. "Really?"
Malcolm, continued. "He's right, Jason. When I was in med school, we
learned that one of the biggest killers is panic. You didn't panic.
You
may just have saved these ladies; for sure, you made it a whole lot
easier
to get rescued."
"Seriously, son, I can teach any idiot how to steer and read a
compass.
What I can't teach is how to keep your head out of your ass when the
shit
hits the fan. You did good, boy.", finished Jim.
Both Babs and Maggie looked at the boy with newfound respect, although
his
sister thought this was a whole lot of bullshit. For their parts,
Caroline
and Phoebe began looking at Jason as something more than a kid, but as
a
rather intriguing young man, and began to wonder about what was under
his
swim suit. What was under his T-shirt had looked interesting.
Robby had stayed in his clothes after the rescue, so he handled the
approach to the cutter as the rest prepared to go on board. Malcolm
noted
that Jim had changed out of his usual shorts and flowery shirt into
khaki
pants and shirt, had traded his sneakers for a pair of low brown
leather
dress shoes, and was wearing socks. After the captain had donned his
cap,
he was startled with the realization that Jim had put on his old
uniform,
albeit without medals or insignia, and that the cap he always wore was
a
Coast Guard Master Chief's uniform cap. Both Malcolm and Jim set out
the
foam rubber bumpers as they approached the gangway that appeared from
a
hatch in the cutter's port side.
As they approached the cutter, the skipper turned to Phoebe and Robby.
Malcolm was near and overheard. "Listen, you two, I know you've both a
got
a pretty good sense of humor and like to joke around a lot, but can it
for
a bit, okay? On board that boat is the closest thing to God you'll
find on
this good Earth, the Captain of an American warship. So, don't screw
around, got it? He's going to want to hear a lot of 'yes sirs, no
sirs,
pleases and thank yous'." Malcolm came up and commented that this
seemed
good advice for everybody, as they prepared to go aboard the cutter.
***
The ensign at the top of the gangway smirked as he saw the yacht
maneuver
closer. Bottoms Up - Jeez, didn't these guys ever have an original
idea?
The boat's name had been painted large on her fantail, just below a
large
painting of a voluptuous nude reclining prone, her derriere lifted
high.
Then, as he caught sight of the five beautiful and busty women on
board,
he began to wonder which, if any, had posed for the painting. He was
startled out of his reverie by the appearance of a Master Chief
climbing
the gangway, stopping at the top to salute him and the colors.
"Permission to come aboard?", asked the Chief.
"Huh? Oh, sure.", said the distracted ensign stepping out of the way
as
Jim rolled his eyes heavenward. "If you'll all follow me, the Captain
will
see you in the wardroom." He led the way into the bowels of the ship.
"Watch the hatches and the knee-knockers.", he called out. They went
up
several decks and finally came to an open door, whereupon the ensign
said,
"Please wait for Commander Potter to invite you in." Then he knocked
on
the door and said, "Skipper, they're here."
Seated at the head of a table was a medium sized middle-aged man,
looking
at some papers in front of him and signing them. The ensign was
astounded
when Captain Jimmy stepped inside uninvited, and then was
flabbergasted
when he said, "Ensign Potter, you've grown up!"
The Captain's head snapped up and an angry retort began to form, until
he
saw the face smiling at him. "Well, I'll be damned! Petty Officer
Third
Class Sorenson, you've grown old!"
"In a pig's eye!" Jim stepped forward and thrust out his hand, which
Commander Potter enthusiastically shook.
Potter looked over at the ensign. "Stop staring, Mister Usyek. Master
Chief Sorenson taught me which was the bow and which was the stern a
few
years ago, something like what Master Chief Wong is failing to do with
you. Bring everyone in, and then send for Lieutenant Kuzak."
"Yes sir!", said the scurrying ensign, who disappeared as soon as the
other eight people had entered the wardroom. Once seated, a mess mate
served coffee, by which time a lieutenant showed up with a tape
recorder
and several notepads. He was served coffee as well, during which time
Potter and Jim caught up on old times.
At a nod from Lieutenant Kuzak, who flipped on the tape recorder,
Captain
Potter became serious. "This hearing will now proceed. Lieutenant
Kuzak is
from the Judge Advocate General's office, and he will question all
involved as to the events surrounding the sinking of the ship..." He
consulted some notes, and continued, "...unnamed vessel, and the
rescue of
her passengers by the crew and passengers of the ship..." Consulting
his
notes again, he finished, "...Bottoms Up."
"Excuse me.", interrupted Jason, much to the Captain's surprise. "Do
we
need lawyers?"
Lieutenant Kuzak answered for his captain. "This is a preliminary
investigation. As such, no charges have been preferred and counsel for
the
defense is not required, inasmuch as there is no defense. I'm simply
going
to ask you what happened and what you did. I should point out that a
transcript of this proceeding will be made available to any other
investigating agency. If, however, you decide that you do wish a
lawyer
present, we will hold this investigation in abeyance until counsel can
be
obtained. That would probably mean that you will have to be confined
until
said counsel is available, probably several days. In other words,
young
man, answer my questions now, or you can visit the brig until you
answer
them later. Satisfied?"
Jason was cowed by the idea of going to the brig, and quickly
explained,
"Hey, it sounded like we were being charged with something! We didn't
do
anything!"
"Okay, fine, now you know. Now, does anybody here have any
identification?
Passports, driver's licenses, that sort of thing?"
This time it was Kuzak who was surprised when everybody at the table
pulled out identification. The rescuers all pulled out their
passports,
while the rescued handed over the plastic bags holding their
identification. A yeoman was summoned to make copies, and Kuzak began
the
questioning.
First to be questioned were the Meredith family, Babs and Jason, and
then
Maggie and Mary. Next were their saviors, starting with Captain Jimmy,
Robby, and Malcolm, followed by Caroline and Phoebe. Several times
everyone had to be reminded to only testify as to what they personally
saw
or heard, but once this had sunk in, the process went smoothly and
efficiently. Most of the time was taken questioning Babs, Jason, and
Robby
as to the condition of the speedboat. The captain's actions also came
into
question. Caroline, Phoebe, and Malcolm simply gave testimony as to
the
help they provided once the Meredith's were on board, and Maggie and
her
daughter simply testified that they had put on life jackets and went
onto
the bow to wait for someone to come along.
Finally, after about an hour and a half, Kuzak finished and turned off
the
tape recorder. Mary promptly raised her hand, to which the captain
nodded
to her.
"Is there a bathroom nearby?"
Jason responded, "It's the head."
"Huh?"
"On a ship it's called the head."
Mary ignored him. "Whatever. Is there one nearby?"
Captain Potter eyed their clothing. The Merediths were still dressed
in
the T-shirts and shorts they had been rescued in. Reaching behind him,
he
pulled a telephone off the bulkhead.
"Bridge.", responded the voice at the other end.
"This is the Captain. If Ensign Goroski is available, give her my
compliments and have her report to the wardroom."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Thank you." Turning back to the table, he said, "Just a few minutes
more,
Miss Flanagan." Unless Ensign Goroski was in the middle of having her
appendix removed, he knew his request would be considered the order it
really was, and she would appear momentarily.
A couple of minutes later, a knock on the door announced the arrival
of
Ensign Goroski, who asked for and received permission to enter.
Captain
Potter faced her and issued orders. "I want you take these two,",
pointing
at Mary and Jason, "down to ship's stores and find them some coveralls
to
wear. Then find yourself a crewman for him, and run these two through
the
head and shower. Get them cleaned up and give them the cook's tour,
while
I talk to the others, please."
"Aye, aye, sir." Facing the teens, she smiled and said, "Come on,
let's
go!", and led them out.
Captain Potter waited for the kids to leave before turning back to the
assembled group. His eyes slowly tracked between Maggie and Babs like
gun
turrets. "Now that the children have gone, let me be plain. This story
smells like a month old mackerel! Sabotage? Missing crewmen? Boats
blowing
up? I plan on forwarding this to headquarters, and they will
undoubtedly
get the rest of the federal government involved. FBI, DEA, NTSB, you
name
it, if it's got an alphabet abbreviation, they're going to look into
this.
Sooner or later, it's all going to come out in the wash, so let me
tell
you, it's come to Jesus time, right now, because later is going to be
too
late! Who goes first?"
A confused bedlam of innocent protestations washed over him, to the
point
where he held up his hands and roared, "ENOUGH!" Everyone quieted
down,
and he continued. "Let me repeat, this does not make sense."
Pointing at the Jensens, he said, "If you two have the money you say
you
do, then you don't need to get involved in whatever scam this was. I
know
Sorenson, and he's not involved. The other two are with you, as well,
so
you probably are simply the rescuers." He turned to look back at
Maggie
and Babs. "But you two...First off, if someone wanted you killed, why
not
simply shoot you and dump you overboard. Or if they didn't want any
bloodstains, tie you up and throw you overboard, it'd be the same. If
it
was an insurance job, get rid of you and steal the boat, but the boat
isn't worth enough to risk four murders. If it was drugs, it was worth
it,
but he says there were no drugs. So why take the risk to strip the
boat
and leave you alive, then destroy the boat? You say you're a school
teacher, and you're a widowed housewife.", pointing first at Maggie
and
then at Babs. "Who would want you dead? Just how did you get out here
in
the first place, anyway?" He shut up and listened to the Merediths
Babs answered him slowly. "All right, Captain, I will admit that
things do
look somewhat strange, but everything we've said is true. My
daughter's
ex-husband set us up on this vacation. He said he's trying to get back
into her and her children's lives, and was supposed to meet us down
here
and join us, but was delayed. He called and said that he would meet us
in
Martinique later today. There were no drugs on board that I could
find,
and I looked in every cupboard and closet on board. Maggie really is a
school teacher and I really am a widowed housewife, but I'm also a bit
more than that. My husband was a number of years older than I was, and
was
a fairly senior vice-president at IBM. When he retired, he had a very
nice
pension, quite a few stock options, and a sizable insurance policy.
I'm
worth somewhere between four and five million dollars."
Nobody in the wardroom looked more surprised than her daughter. Harry
and
Babs had preferred an pleasantly middle-class lifestyle, being more
interested in chasing each other around, rather than chasing the brass
ring. They had lived in a very nice two story Victorian style home in
a
nice Chicago suburb, but had otherwise eschewed any signs of wealth.
"Okay, that's interesting. What is it you lawyers say, Lieutenant,
follow
the money? So, if you die, Mrs. Meredith, where does that money go?"
"Maggie, of course."
"And if Maggie dies, it goes to her kids, right?" Maggie nodded in
agreement. "And, if the kids die?" Maggie looked confused at this, as
did
Mary. "Lieutenant, who's next in line?"
Kuzak smiled grimly and leaned forward. "The children's next of kin
would
be their father. Granted, dying intestate gives a much healthier chunk
to
Uncle Sam then leaving a will, but it would still be several million.
This
does not include any life insurance policies the two of you must
surely
have, insurance on the boat, and potential civil suits against the
manufacturer of the boat. If he arranged life insurance on his
children,
which would not be too terribly unusual, the final sums could be even
more
than you are presently worth. It would be fairly easy to assume death
in
this case, once somebody found the wreckage, and maybe a half-eaten
body
or two. This is a fairly well traveled sea lane."
"Oh my God!", croaked out Maggie, who broke down and started crying.
Her
mother tried to console her through her own shocked tears. The
Jensens,
Phoebe, and the Sorensons stared in disbelief. Murder for money!?
Kuzak smiled and leaned back in his chair again. "Mind you, this is
all
sheer speculation. There is no proof of any of this, but I'd be
curious to
know what the cause of your ex-husband's delay was. Were you really
thinking of getting back together with him?"
Maggie looked up and shook her head in the negative, her tears
coursing
down her pale cheeks. "No, not really, but it seemed like a good way
to
get a vacation. He's a compulsive gambler; I can't go through that
again."
Kuzak nodded, and said, "Well, for what it's worth, we'll send this
off to
the FBI. If he was involved, I wouldn't be at all surprised if they
can't
turn something up." Facing his captain, he continued, "Sir, why don't
I
run these ladies down to stores and then let them get cleaned up. It's
going to be lunch soon, and the Exec was running a couple of
whaleboats
around looking for wreckage. By the time they bring anything in, we
can
feed these folks and finish sorting things out."
Chapter 8
At lunch the disposition of the Meredith family was decided. While
they
could be bunked onboard the cutter until they could be put ashore by
helicopter, this might take several days. Malcolm and Caroline
volunteered
to run them back to Bridgetown, in Barbados, where they could decide
what
they wanted to do. Captain Potter agreed, with a warning to stay away
from
Maggie's ex.
Once back on the Bottoms Up, Captain Jimmy set course back to
Bridgetown
and Phoebe served drinks to the Jensens, Mary, and Maggie in the main
cabin. Mary decided to lie down on Phoebe's bunk, but Jason went up to
the
bridge to see what the skipper and Robby were doing. He was fascinated
by
the whole sea-going adventure. With the children out of the way, still
unaware of the suspicion their father was under, Malcolm asked what
the
Merediths were planning on doing.
Maggie and Babs shrugged at each other, and Babs admitted, "I don't
know.
Go home, I guess. This vacation is sure blown all to hell, isn't it?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no.", replied Malcolm obliquely. "Listen, if it was
Maggie's ex and you go home now, you might all still be in danger. He
doesn't even need to touch the children; he could knock off you and
Maggie
and then get control of the money as a trustee. The kids are still
minors.
It might not be a bad idea to stay as far from the man as you can for
a
while. If he's the one that did this, one of two things might happen.
First, the FBI will probably find enough evidence to nab him for
something. Second, well, if he pulled a stunt like this, he's probably
pretty desperate for cash. He might just have to answer to whoever he
owes
the money to. Either way, if you stay out of sight for awhile, the
problem
may just solve itself."
"How?", asked Maggie.
"Stay with us.", invited Caroline. "We'd love to have you stay, and
the
boat is big enough."
Both Babs and Maggie immediately protested that that would be taking
the
Jensens generosity too far, but the Jensens weren't dissuaded.
"Oh, please, we have no fixed schedule. We're what you might call the
'idle rich'. We're both idle and rich. You'd be a lot safer with us,
and
you wouldn't have to call off your vacation. We can get you to an
airport
whenever you want.", argued Malcolm. Both Merediths began to consider
the
possibilities. "At the minimum, stay with us the rest of the week you
had
planned. There's no reason to go back to Chicago after visiting the
Caribbean without a tan!"
"Hell, stay with us till the end of summer!", exclaimed Caroline. "I'm
really getting to like you guys and we could have a lot of fun.
Maggie,
you and the kids are off until school starts, right? Babs, you don't
have
to be anywhere, right?" Caroline kept to herself the fact that she
really
wanted to get it on with both bosomy blondes, and she'd love to
initiate
Jason. She simply knew her husband wanted the women, all of them.
Babs made up their minds for them. "Okay, we'll stay till the end of
the
week. After that, we'll just have to see."
Malcolm clapped his hands in delight. "Excellent! We'll stay ashore
tonight. The skipper can replenish the boat, and we can get you folks
some
decent clothing and have dinner. Tomorrow we'll put out to sea again
and
head up to Guadeloupe. Let me make a phone call and set things up."
***
It was early afternoon when the Bottoms Up pulled into the marina.
Waiting
at the slip was a large man, a few years older than Malcolm and as
bald as
a billiard ball. He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a half-buttoned,
wildly printed shirt, with a duffel bag at his feet. "Welcome back to
Bridgetown, Doctor Jensen!", he called out. He snagged a line out of
the
air that had been thrown him by Robby, and wrapped the end around a
stanchion.
"Good to see you, too, Reeves. Planning on joining us?", said Malcolm,
pointing at the duffel bag.
Reeves shrugged and smiled. "If it's okay with you. The weather is
supposed to be good, and maybe these patches will work." Turning
business
like, he helped the Jensens and the Merediths onto the pier. "A couple
of
cabs are waiting at the end of the dock to take you back to the hotel.
I've arranged another suite, only the largest they had, at roof top.
The
rooms are all stocked and I've also made arrangements to reprovision
the
Bottoms Up." The last part he directed at the skipper. The captain
nodded
in appreciation and directed Robby to stow Reeves' bag below.
"I'll stay on board.", announced Phoebe. "We'll have to clean out the
storeroom and convert it back into a cabin, with this many people.
I'll
give the guys a hand." She grinned and winked at Caroline, who knew
just
what sort of help Phoebe was going to provide. The buxom young cook
wouldn't be lifting a finger, simply her legs, as she spread them for
frequent 'rest breaks' with Reeves, Robby, and Captain Jimmy.
With Malcolm leading and Caroline following the small group gathered
their
possessions and walked down the pier to the waiting taxis. Actually,
only
Malcolm and Caroline had small overnight bags, the other four walked
off
the pier only with their wallets, passports, and Coast Guard
coveralls. It
was only a two minute ride to the hotel, and ten minutes later they
alit
from the elevator into the penthouse suite.
Babs and Maggie and the teenagers oohed and ahhed at the
accommodations.
Even though they were only planning on spending the night, they were
even
more impressed by the large apartment then by the boat, if simply for
the
reason that they were much more familiar with motels then with yachts.
The
suite consisted of a large living room with wet bar and dining room,
three
large bedrooms, and two full baths. French doors led from both the
living
room and master bedroom out onto a roof top patio. Malcolm looked
around
and sorted people into their own rooms. He and Caroline would take the
obvious master bedroom, with a king size bed, Babs and Maggie would
share
the bedroom with two queen size beds, and Mary would take the third
bedroom with the single queen size bed. Jason would sleep in the
living
room on the fold-out couch.
Malcolm poured drinks from the well stocked bar and served them up,
along
with soda for the youngsters. Then, while Jason used the facilities,
he
grabbed a pad of note paper and a pen from the desk and said, "Okay,
ladies, let's have your sizes. Jason and I need to do some shopping."
As
proof that 'the drug' was working effectively, all three of the women
obligingly gave their measurements and shoe sizes, something that none
of
them would have willingly done only a few hours ago. None of them was
wearing anything more than coveralls, underwear, and sneakers, yet
they
were not at all hesitant to let a sexy man pick out the only clothing
they
would see, for a few days at least.
Once Jason had left the bathroom, Malcolm tapped him on the shoulder
and
said, "Let's go. We have to buy you guys some clothing, and I don't do
guys clothing." He led the boy out the door.
"So, now what?", asked Maggie.
"We're on vacation. Let's get some sun!", responded Caroline, pulling
a
bottle of suntan lotion from her bag and opening the door to the
patio.
Babs and Maggie protested, arguing that they didn't have swimsuits,
only
their bras and panties under the coveralls. "So what?", countered
Caroline, "Just what do you think a swimsuit is, anyway. Besides,
nobody
can see us up here anyway." Maggie grinned at her mother and unzipped
her
coveralls. Caroline was intrigued by what was hidden by the sturdily
underwired yet plain cotton bra and basic bikini panties Maggie wore,
and
very interested by the flesh displayed by the considerably more
abbreviated and lacier set her mother wore. Mary begged off,
complaining
of sleepiness, and headed for her bedroom. Caroline stripped down to
her
thong string bikini and the three women oiled their bodies up for an
afternoon of tanning.
"So, what do we talk about?", asked Caroline after they had settled
into
chaise loungers.
The threesome looked at each other, and then as one, they grinned and
yelled, "Guys!"
"Okay, so let's each tell our most outrageous sex story.", Caroline
prompted. She knew that the others were powerless against the urges
flowing through their veins.
"Well, sure, but who goes first?", asked Babs.
"Easy, Odds and Evens.", answered Mary. So saying, the three through
their
hands together, but on the first try everyone put out two fingers. On
the
second attempt, both Babs and Mary had two, but Caroline had only one.
"That'd be me, I guess." Reaching behind her, she untied her bikini
top
and tossed it aside. Oiling her large breasts to Babs' and Maggie's
devouring eyes, she said, "Okay, this happened over the winter, on my
last
birthday..."
Chapter 9
Caroline Jensen woke as she often did, with her nightgown pushed up
around
her waist and her husband's rampant manhood pressed into her backside.
Her
husband's wealth often showed itself in little ways, but the oddest
had to
be the fact that they could indulge every day in a cherished
institution
enjoyed by most Americans only on some weekends. They could sleep late
every morning and make love when they woke. Nobody had to go to work,
nobody had to cook breakfast, nobody had to get up to do chores. Other
people were paid to do those things, leaving Caroline nothing but the
ever
pleasant task of lifting her leg slightly and guiding Malcolm's large
cock
between her legs into her pussy. They both gave a low moan of delight
as
Malcolm moved his body closer, slowly pushing all nine inches into
her.
He reached around her to cup her 36C breasts and Caroline arched her
back,
groaning in contentment as her husband's hips began slowly moving,
pistoning the two inch thick cock in and out of her cunt. Reaching
between
her legs she began to scratch the underside of his cock as it moved
between her legs, and to flick her thumb across her clitoris. When
Malcolm
began to pinch and twist her distended nipples, her pussy began to
spasm
as she had her first orgasm, moaning quietly as she came. In response,
Caroline clamped her legs together, increasing the friction of her
pussy
on its intruder, and Malcolm began thrusting faster. Caroline's second
come came as Malcolm let loose a low grunt, arching his back and
driving
deeply inside her, his hands grasping at her hips to pull himself even
farther inside. As his cock spasmed out his jism, Caroline gave a
small
cry and began to convulse a second time, in a bigger and better orgasm
than even the first had been.
"Happy birthday, darling.", he whispered into her ear after regaining
his
breath.
"Good morning to you, too, dear. That was simply heavenly. I could do
that
all day long.", she replied, rolling over to face him. "In fact, why
don't
we. We could stay in bed and fuck all day long, hmm?"
Malcolm grinned at his wife, then sat up and rolled out of bed.
"Marvelous
thought, my dear, but not very practical. I'm hungry." He gently
slapped
her on the ass and went into the bathroom.
Caroline lazed in bed until her husband had cleaned up and dressed,
then
showered and dressed. She dressed simply, pulling on a very low cut
sweater which showed a considerable bit of cleavage, and a long button
front skirt, for which she only buttoned a few buttons, to show most
of
her long legs to a point well up her thighs. Three inch high 'fuck me'
pumps completed the look. Underwear was not needed; she worked out
enough
so that a bra was unnecessary, and panties simply got in the way when
she
needed a good fuck.
The only thing unusual about the day was that Caroline didn't get laid
again all morning long and well into the afternoon. Normally, at least
one
of the staff, either Reeves or Tony, the handyman, or Phoebe or Tony's
wife Jeanine, the maid, would have grinned or winked and they would
have
passed the time coupling with wild abandon. Caroline could always fuck
or
be fucked a half dozen times in any given day, from morning, through
afternoon, and well into the evening and night. She was a most willing
participant.
Yet somehow, today was different. She ran a hand over Tony's ass and
he
left to check the generator. Rubbing Phoebe's breasts simply caused
the
cook to spill some soup, which she cleaned up and then left to take a
bath, alone. Even Malcolm wasn't tempted when she found him in his
study.
Sitting on the desk in front of him, she innocently spread her legs
wide
and popped another button on her skirt, so that her shaved pussy was
on
open display. Neither love nor money could get her fucked, it seemed.
Mid-afternoon things changed. Taking her hand, Malcolm led her
downstairs
to what they called the playroom, a large family room with a number of
wide couches and chairs and a full television and stereo setup. "I
think I
want to do something a little different.", he announced, then directed
her
to strip naked, right down to bare feet. Then, stepping behind her, he
ordered her hands behind her back, and when she complied, he slipped
padded handcuffs on her wrists. When she turned to question him, he
simply
'Shush'ed her and turned her away again. The next thing she knew, a
blindfold had been tied over her eyes, and she knew they were playing
a
bondage game.
This surprised Caroline, since although she enjoyed B&D, she knew
Malcolm
was not into it very much at all, and generally wanted her hands free
and
her eyes wide open. While they often played sex games, they were
usually
of the role playing variety. Nurse and Doctor, Policeman and Motorist,
even Cowboy and Barmaid had been done, but Malcolm rarely went into
tying
her up and raping her. She was very excited as she felt his strong
hands
gently push her to a kneeling position. She heard his zipper lower and
opened her mouth wide as he pushed his cock between her lips.
Caroline was an expert fellatrix and swirled her tongue over her
husband's
uncircumcised dick, sucking the end as he moved his hips in her face.
She
proudly noted that it hadn't taken him long at all to come, and she
greedily sucked the semen his pulsing balls pumped out. She was
licking
her lips when another erection smacked her cheek and her mouth opened
in
surprise. It was quickly filled with another stiff cock.
Caroline was alarmed, and could barely do more than suck on the
strange
intruder. She had fucked and sucked every cock in the household
numerous
times and knew all their individualities. Malcolm was uncircumcised,
Tony
was an inch shorter and an inch thicker, and Reeves' cock was the most
unusual. It was the same length as her husband's but only half the
width,
and had a cockhead the size of a plum on the end! This cock did not
belong
to the household staff, so just who was facefucking her?
Strong hands were by now holding her head as she sucked the stranger,
his
cock pumping back and forth between her lips. After about five
minutes, he
began to grunt loudly as she felt his dick swell up and spew a
seemingly
never-ending supply of jism into her throat, some of which dribbled
from
her lips and down her chin. In vain she tried to lick it back up.
"Oh, God, guys, you have got to get a piece of this action!", cried
out
her unseen assailant, in a voice she could almost place. There were
other
men here, too?! Her loving husband had arranged a gang rape for her
birthday!
Relieved and unbearably charged, she relaxed as she was moved into
position for her next bout. Chair springs creaked before her as
someone
settled into an armchair, and she crawled on her knees to him, to have
her
face pressed into another stranger's naked crotch, to begin sucking
another cock. Behind her, a fourth man knelt and spread her legs
apart, to
force his cock into her dripping cunt and begin fucking her doggy
style,
while she sucked cock. Caroline exploded into orgasm at the first
touch of
his prick to her slit. Fierce thrusting drove her face into her
unknown
lovers groin; his cock was wedged pleasantly in her throat as he too
began
to spew.
The next four hours were a festival of depravity, a bacchanalia of
lust,
as Caroline was repeatedly forced to pleasure a seemingly endless
supply
of cocks. She was delighted to learn that women had been invited as
well,
as after the first round of men had been satisfied, their wives or
girlfriends pushed their naked gashes into her mouth. Caroline was
used
for the group's decadent pleasures in every way and position
available.
Caroline's second orgasm occurred when her second fucker pulled his
cock
out of her cunt and, spreading her asscheeks, inserted his cockhead
into
her rectum. No wonder Malcolm had insisted she give herself an enema
last
night! It wasn't simply for his pleasure. After that, she lost track
of
the times she came.
She was never at a loss for fucking. When she asked to go to the
bathroom
after a few hours, she was led to a toilet, and then had to give head
while peeing. On her return to the room, she was promptly bent face
down
over the back of a chair and assfucked again, even as her cuffed hands
groped for her assailant's body. Sitting, kneeling, laying down on her
back and on her stomach, she was the center of attention for the horny
group's affections.
Finally, after a little more than four hours, exhausted and drained,
she
was pulled up into her husband's lap, who uncuffed her hands and
removed
her blindfold. She weakly looked around at the naked people in the
room,
to see her closest friends and family naked and grinning. Caroline's
younger sister Jenny and Malcolm's son Jerry, the Brundage brothers,
Bob
and Bill, the Andrews family, John and Anita and their twin daughters
Laurie and Cory, even Chip and Muffy Pembleton, the self-proclaimed
'world's kinkiest yuppies', had joined Malcolm and the staff in
fucking
her a happy birthday. It was obvious from the come on the other ladies
that they too had partaken of the orgy.
Anita and Muffy helped her to her feet, kissing her deeply, and led
her
away with Phoebe and Jeanine to clean up. Laurie and Cory announced
their
ability to handle things if anything popped up, grinning as they began
to
stroke their father's impressively huge dick to life. Jenny simply lay
back on the couch and spread her own legs. After showering, Caroline
fell
asleep on top of her bed, and Anita and Muffy lay down beside her for
a
quick sixty-nine and a nap. This was only the start of the weekend,
and
they would need to be rested.
Chapter 10
"Holy shit!", exclaimed Maggie. "A gang rape for your birthday! Wow!",
she
said as she stood to make another round of drinks. By now she and her
mother were topless, and Caroline was quite frankly aroused by the
sight.
Both Maggie and Babs had firm and upstanding 38Ds and their bright red
nipples were prominently erect. Caroline had flipped over to tan her
back,
and had untied the strings holding her bikini bottom together, to get
an
allover tan. Babs had no compunctions against oiling her hostess down,
rubbing her hands sensuously over her buttocks. She then stripped off
her
own panties and oiled herself some more, and Caroline was fascinated
by
the puffy and naked pudenda the older women had, shaved as bare as she
herself was.
"So, who's next?", asked Caroline.
Maggie and Babs switched to Rock, Paper, and Stone to pick the next
raconteur, and Babs won, so Maggie went next. She started, "Okay, this
all
happened back when I was in college..."
***
Maggie Meredith had selected a large state school to earn her teaching
degree at. The college was roughly an hour from her home, so that her
parents could pick her up on weekends if she wanted, but the commute
was
too long for practicality, and she had to room in the freshman dorms.
This
fit her to a T; she loved her parents but wanted to get away from
home.
The first few weeks were a mad scramble adjusting to the new
experiences,
and it wasn't until mid-October that she began to feel as if she had a
handle on things. That Friday, however, she wanted to get out and do
something, but nothing much was happening. She had no tests for almost
two
weeks and her homework was completely caught up. Socially, things were
at
a slow point as well. She didn't have a steady boyfriend yet and her
roommate had gone home for the weekend. Homecoming had been the
previous
weekend, and there were no big parties planned anywhere. At a loss for
something to do, she grabbed a jacket and headed down to the Student
Union
to see if she could find a friend to hang out with.
The Student Union building was a large and modern, low-slung affair,
with
the ground floor devoted to student council offices and a restaurant
to
take parents to. The basement level contained the bookstore along one
wall, a bowling alley, billiard room, and a pinball arcade along the
other, and a large beer hall in the center, it still being legal to
drink
at 18 at the time. Maggie downed a fast beer, then wandered into the
billiard room.
The small room was still large enough to hold four full-sized pool
tables,
two of which were out of commission as they were being resurfaced.
They
other pair were in use, with a pair of older boys playing on one,
while
several students lined up quarters on the other. The quarters were to
release the billiard balls captured in the pockets to start a new
game.
The winner retained control of the table until such time as somebody
paid
a quarter and beat them, then the new winner owned the table. Fishing
a
quarter out of her pocket, Maggie strode up to the table with the two
guys
and set it on the edge.
"Interested in a game, fellows?", she asked.
The two young men looked over at the blonde bombshell and grinned.
"Anytime, little lady, anytime.", said the larger of the two. "As soon
as
I finish off my homosexual acquaintance, I'll be happy to teach you."
"Fuck you, cockbreath!", protested his friend. To Maggie he said,
"Grab a
stick, babe, and after I beat you, I'll buy you a beer."
"Thanks.", she said, as she innocently sauntered over to the rack of
cues,
carefully picking out the best of an indifferent collection. She
wished
she had thought to bring her own cue, a custom two-piece job her
father
had bought her several years ago. He had installed a table in the
family
room and she had spent many hours practicing. She had even taught a
variation called 'Strip Pool' to her boyfriends, and billiard balls
weren't the only balls that had gotten racked on the smooth green
velvet.
These clowns were going to teach her? They could only wish!
To the larger man's surprise, his counterpart sank a tough double bank
shot to win their match, and grinned as he took Maggie's quarter to
rack
up the next match. Deferring to Maggie, he said, "Eight ball. Ladies
first.", and stepped back to let her break. This was the only event
Maggie
was worried about, having a very uneven break shot, but the only luck
she
needed occurred at the start, when she sank the seven ball off the
break.
Calling, "Odds!", she promptly proceeded to run the table, much to
everyone's amazement.
Her competitors were less than generous, finding themselves blown off
the
table in under five minutes. As the small guy muttered imprecations,
the
larger one slapped a quarter down angrily. "Think you can try that
again,
honey?", he asked darkly. "This time, we call our shots."
"Fine with me. I'll break." Maybe lightning would strike twice, she
prayed
silently, as she put the coin in the mechanism and set the table up
again.
A small group of people were staring as she lined up on the cue ball.
It didn't. Blowing her first shot, she was forced to watch as her
contender carefully lined up and called his first three shots. He blew
a
simple bank shot and was forced to give way. She nailed four in a row
and
the game see-sawed briefly before she could hit the last two and the
eight
ball. The two guys were in a foul mood as they threw down their cues
under
the watchful eyes of the manager, and they stormed out of the room.
By now, several fellows had come in to watch, and had placed quarters
down
on the table, to try their luck at beating the big-titted blonde and
maybe
buying her a drink. It was all to no avail, as Maggie cleaned clock
after
clock for over an hour and a half and contemplated staying to go for
the
record for owning the table. Finally a pair of upper class girls
dropped a
quarter on the table. Maggie confidently smiled and said, "Great, it's
your funeral."
"Recklessness and impudence! I like that in a victim.", remarked one
to
the other. Both girls, slim brunettes, were wearing sorority T-shirts
with
the Greek letters Phi Kappa on them. "I'm Trish and this is Jan." Jan
was
shorter, Maggie's height, with Maggie's bright blue eyes. Trish was
several inches taller, with longer hair and brown eyes. "You must be
one
of the new freshman. I just love fresh meat."
"Maggie Meredith.", she acknowledged. She took the proffered quarter
and
set up the next game.
Calling her shots, Trish wiped Maggie out in a straight run of nine
balls.
Staring wide-eyed, Maggie fished out another quarter and butted ahead
of
the line. The manager inexplicably allowed the rematch, and smiled
when
Jan took Trish's cue stick. Once again, Maggie was routed, nine
straight.
"You've just been had, kid.", the manager laughed. "These two are the
school champs, and you have just been hustled!" Maggie could only grin
and
shamefacedly acknowledge her loss.
Trish and Jan simply laughed and racked their cue. "Come on, Maggie
Meredith, let's go get a beer.", said Jan.
It was actually three beers, a round apiece, and then Trish and Jan
invited Maggie home, to the Phi Kappa sorority house for dinner.
Although
it wasn't a party night, the evening was busy, with beer flowing and
music
blaring, and a number of hunky looking guys wandering around. Maggie's
new
friends explained that it was the start of Rush Season, the period
when
fraternities and sororities began recruiting new members.
The Greek system was strong on campus, accounting for almost a quarter
of
all students, and despite annual excesses that prompted thunderous
denunciations from school officials, the fact of the matter was that
there
simply weren't enough dorm rooms or apartments in the small town to
put
students in if the fraternities and sororities were banned. The Greeks
had
a number of subdivisions; some houses were jock and jockette houses
and
some were nerd houses and there was even a ROTC house, for officer
cadets,
but the majority were simply social houses, like Phi Kappa. The
'Phuks',
as they called themselves, were a female version of 'Animal House',
and
Maggie was to learn that they were a very social house indeed. Most of
the
boyfriends were from several of the jock frats on campus, and the
sisters
endeavored to live up to their nickname. Maggie hadn't really
considered
joining a sorority, and she looked at a few others, but Phi Kappa had
won
her over on the first day, and when she was asked to pledge, she
eagerly
accepted.
Just how hard the Phuks worked on their reputation wasn't completely
clear
to Maggie until she became an upperclassman herself. The group had
certain
standards to be met. While booze was freely abused, drugs were
nonexistent. Nobody really cracked a book unless in dire straits.
Candidates were all screened for looks. While raving beauty wasn't
required, pigs were definitely out, and the plainest girls would still
be
considered fairly attractive in any crowd.
Tractable virtue was considered a plus, and none of the freshmen were
virgins. A silent scorecard was kept of the amorous conquests of each
candidate. Maggie had been on the Pill since she had turned fourteen,
and
had promptly put it to good use. While not considered promiscuous in
high
school, she had been considered easy, and while she tended to form
long
term relationships with her boyfriends, they had almost always gotten
into
her pants on the first date. Maggie was simply of the opinion that if
she
liked a guy and was going steady with him, then they were almost
certainly
going to fuck at some point. She liked sex just as much as they did,
so
why not make that point an early one! From the Phuks point of view,
Maggie
clinched her candidacy when, at the Thanksgiving party, a junior from
the
soccer frat invited her back to his room and scored on her that night.
A
blow job and a fuck that night, followed by doing the dog in the
morning
proved her utter lack of character to them. Maggie didn't care, she
and
Mike remained an item until the middle of the Spring semester.
Shortly after their breakup, the campus-wide Hell Week occurred. All
the
candidates, now called Pledges, moved into the attics of their houses
for
a week of initiation and torture. Classes were attended, but no tests
were
scheduled, and most of the professors good-naturedly looked the other
way
when their exhausted charges fell asleep in class. Considerable
partying
and hell-raising went on, and many of the campus stunts landed their
authors in the Dean's office, but the ancient tradition lived on.
Maggie had been confused by the specific nature of the items she had
to
pack into a suitcase and bring with her that Sunday. Clothing for a
week,
including one sheer blouse and high heels (no platform shoes allowed),
batteries of several sizes, a cigar box, Ex-Lax, three paper clips, a
cigarette lighter, $36 in Monopoly money - there seemed no rhyme nor
reason to the requirements. Once the dozen nervous girls were gathered
in
the foyer, they were immediately hustled to the attic where they were
required to change into work clothes and then run downstairs again.
They
were then greeted by the 'Mistress of Pain', a senior who ordered them
into work parties scrubbing and cleaning the house from top to bottom,
all
the while screaming at them. Finally, well after midnight, they were
all
hustled into the bathroom, where they were ordered to strip naked and
herded into the shower. There, packed in like sardines, they were
forced
to bathe in cold water, and then finally released to find their
clothing
gone and a large pile of scratchy wool blankets offered. Drying
themselves
as best they could, they were ordered to wrap the blankets around
themselves and were run back down to the living room.
Now they were introduced to another personage, the 'Mistress of
Pleasure'.
Informed that they were not yet fully clean, large tubs of cold water
were
brought in and set before them, and each girl was handed a razor and
shaving cream. Wet and bedraggled, covering themselves as best they
could
with the blankets, the girls were required to shave their legs and
armpits. Finally, as the Mistress of Pain stood menacingly near with a
cat-of-nine-tails, the pledges were instructed to doff their blankets
and
finish shaving. When one confused girl asked what was to be shaved,
the
Mistress of Pleasure simply smiled. Spreading her legs and pulling her
skirt up, she silently showed her panty-less and hairless cunt to the
gasping audience. Several of the girls looked to balk and flunk out,
but
were persuaded by Maggie and a few of the others, who promptly
lathered up
and shaved themselves bare of the last remaining hairs below their
heads.
Now, as naked as jaybirds, they listened as the assembled sisterhood
critiqued their figures, never positively. At one point the complaint
was
raised that their nipples would never be erect and pointy, the way men
liked them, and that the reputation of the house for illicit sex would
be
ruined. This prompted the Mistress of Pleasure to order the girls to
begin
pinching their tits and nipples and see whose were the pointiest.
While
the Mistress of Pain flicked her whip, the Pledges all began
stimulating
their tits.
The next step was by now obvious to all. Further comments were made as
to
the fact that men liked puffy and wet pussies, and each girl was
required
to masturbate to orgasm. Any modesty had been irretrievably lost by
now,
and Maggie was not the only girl to come twice before everyone had
managed
to get themselves off.
Finally, as the dawn broke, the girls were sent off to the showers
again,
and then herded back to the attic to dress. They were mystified to
find
their suitcases had been ransacked. The oddball items were missing,
along
with every pair of panties and every brassiere. The only items left
were
their high heeled shoes and one of the tops they had brought, which
they
were ordered into and then sent back downstairs. Here they were issued
a
short skirt with an elastic waist and buttons up the front. The skirts
came to mid-thigh, and had horizontal lines set roughly an inch apart,
with a button between each line. Each girl was given a large button to
pin
to their chests saying, "I'm a lazy Phuk!" They were ordered into the
skirts, and prior to being sent to their classes, the Mistress of Pain
made a final indignity. Reaching into a small bag, she pulled out a
butt
plug which she inserted into each girl's anus. The Pledges were all
ordered not to put on underwear during the day and sent on their
various
ways. Spot checks were promised.
Maggie was too nervous to cheat and go to her dorm room to slip on
some
panties. Later that morning, Trish and Jan cornered her and lifted her
skirt to check, and were pleased by what they didn't find. However,
another Pledge was discovered to have cheated, and the punishment was
brutal. Marched to the center of the Quadrangle, she was forced to
strip
naked, remove her panties, and then get dressed again, as numerous
gawkers
stopped to stare.
Monday night proved to be more of the same. Following classes, the
girls
returned to the sorority house, there to change into work clothes and
continue cleaning. Later, they were once again stripped and ordered
into
the showers, but this time there was a major change. As they dried
themselves off, the Mistress of Pain came in, to announce that she
could
still smell them. When they protested, a dozen bottles of a cheap
floral
scented douche were brought out, and the girls had to clean themselves
even further. Then, downstairs in the living room, after masturbating
to
orgasm, toys were thrown into the mix, as several dozen large and
small
dildos and vibrators were dumped on them. After all, guys liked girls
to
use toys!
Finally, at about four in the morning, the exhausted women, who had
been
up almost forty-eight hours, were taken to the attic and given a few
hours
of sleep. In the morning they dressed much as they had before, with
the
exception that all were handed scissors and instructed to cut the
skirts
at the bottom line, shortening them an inch. Tuesday's buttons read,
"I'm
an easy Phuk!"
Tuesday night introduced enemas. Wednesday brought skirts yet another
inch
shorter and buttons which read, "I'm a nasty Phuk!" Wednesday night
the
Pledges put the vibrators up their asses. Thursday the skirts were
shorter
yet and the buttons said, "I'm a good Phuk!" Thursday night was more
of
the same and by Friday morning the buttons were reading, "I'm a great
Phuk!"
There were some changes day to day, though. Since the all-nighter
Sunday,
the girls were being allowed a little more sleep each day, to the
point
where they got almost six hours Thursday night. As the skirts got
progressively shorter, the pledges took to wearing them as low on
their
hips as they could possibly pull them, and sitting with their legs
crossed
at all times. The lowest point for Maggie came when she woke with a
start
in the middle of a class to find that she and two other Pledges had
all
fallen asleep and slumped down in their chairs, letting their skirts
ride
up to their hips. She woke to the giggling leers of her classmates.
Friday seemed different from the start. All of the girls knew that
Hell
Week was almost over and that the sisters were rapidly running out of
time
to torture them. The dress code was different as well. Fully two
inches
were cut from the skirts this last day, leaving them little more than
oversized belts, and today they had to wear the sheer blouses they had
been ordered to bring. Maggie's was only moderately sheer, but a
couple of
them had brought blouses best called transparent. They had figured to
wear
them with a camisole underneath, camisoles which were not available.
The
twelve barely dressed bouncing beauties made quite a stir on campus.
When they returned to the sorority house they were all stashed in the
attic, where they were ordered into ankle length white gowns and left
to
contemplate their sins for several hours. They all fell asleep. Upon
being
woken, they discovered it was after dark. Led down to the basement
they
were inducted into the sorority in an hour long ceremony, a
fifty-fifty
mix of a Victorian coronation and the Flintstone's crowning of the
Grand
Poobah of the Water Buffaloes. Then, now dressed in transparent white
peignoirs, they were led back to the living room, recast as a grand
dining
room, with white linen and silver.
There, at a long table dominated by the Mistress of Pain at one end
and
the Mistress of Pleasure at the other, also wearing transparent white,
they were served an elaborate steak dinner. The strange symbology of
the
peas in the champagne and the silverware upside down and reversed,
among
other things, was unexplained until the following year, when they
learned
it was simply a big goof on them. They were served by sisters wearing
high
heels and tiny lace aprons, and nothing else, and during dessert,
these
sisters all crawled under the table and between their legs. This was
nothing new to them; Thursday night had introduced them all to switch
hitting.
The dinner was done entirely in silence, except for numerous moans
during
desert, and afterwards the new sisters were allowed to dress and
return to
their dorms for a silent vigil (read, go to bed and sleep!) They
weren't
to show up until Saturday night, when they were to wear their sexiest
party dresses and no underwear, because they were going to have a
massive
blowout with the guys from three fraternities, and even the Elephant
Woman
would be able to get laid!
Chapter 11
"You little slut!", exclaimed a laughing Babs. "Thank God your father
never knew what you were up to, he'd have killed you and dragged your
corpse off to a nunnery!"
By the end of her story, Maggie had stripped down to bare skin as
well.
Her pussy was shaved almost as bare as the other two, with only a
small
tuft at the top of her slit proclaiming she was a natural blonde. "Oh,
please, Momma! I heard the two of you going at it more than once, so
don't
you dare impugn my morals.", she giggled in protest.
"Really, Babs, so you and your husband liked it noisy, huh?", quizzed
Caroline. "Did you ever participate in group sex like your daughter
and I?
Did Harry like that sort of thing?"
Babs snorted in derision. "Who? Harry? Get real! Harry didn't have the
physique one normally associates with that sort of thing, although he
actually was hung like a horse. He was a bit, er, pudgy, so to speak."
"Momma, how can you say such a thing!" To Caroline, Maggie said,
"Daddy
was just the biggest teddy bear in the world. He was cuddly." She
stuck
her tongue out at her mother.
"Yeah, and he was shaped like a teddy bear, too. But oh baby, if you
could
have seen him back when I first met him, ooohh, Stud City!"
Caroline laughed. "So, was your great sexcapade with him?"
"Not hardly. Now don't get me wrong. Harry was a great fuck, and we
used
to get it on morning, noon, and night, but Harry really was a one
woman
man. He didn't cotton to the idea of sharing me. No this happened a
few
years after he died..."
***
Babs sat at the vanity, nervously applying her makeup. She wasn't at
all
sure that she was ready for this, and was still half-convinced it was
too
soon after Harry's death to go out and try to meet other men. Granted,
it
had been three years since his heart attack, and if time didn't heal
all
wounds, it had certainly put a healthy dose of scar tissue in place.
Several months ago, some friends had convinced her that 47 wasn't
dead, or
even old, and had talked her into going to a Chippendales show with
them.
To her vast surprise, she had enjoyed it. She had also enjoyed going
with
them a month later and visiting a nearby singles bar. Tonight she had
decided to go out on her own, and as she finished her lip gloss, she
stood. "If I don't go now, I never will!", she announced to the empty
room, and grabbed her purse and went to her car.
Her mood lightened considerably after she had been in Kelsey's Pub for
a
bit. Sitting at the bar, she had been promptly swarmed by a number of
younger men, guys mostly in their twenties looking to get lucky with
what
they thought was a thirtyish divorcee, not a widow closing in on
fifty.
She began to have fun, and was glad she had dressed as she had.
She had never worn this dress before, although it was over three years
old. It was the last dress she had bought before Harry had died, and
he
had never seen her in it. She had planned on wearing it out that night
to
dinner with him, but his heart attack on the fourteenth green had
cancelled those plans. He never made it to the clubhouse. She had
almost
cancelled this night out when she went through her closet. She could
never
go out to meet other men in a dress she had worn for Harry. God, he
had
fucked her in every single one she owned! She still believed that
Harry
Meredith was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her life.
Barbara Obriski had been born plain white trash and had come home from
the
hospital to live in the dining room of a one bedroom trailer on the
wrong
side of the tracks in Chicago. Her mother never worked, suffering from
alcoholism and emphysema, and her father wasn't much better, doing day
labor when he was sober. They survived on disability checks and
welfare,
most of which went to rotgut and cheap cigarettes.
From an early age, Babs knew she wanted a better life than this, but
it
seemed hopeless. Still, unlike so many of her friends, she stayed in
school even after they had dropped out to turn tricks or sell drugs.
Even
this ended when a smooth talking guy with a flashy car and some ready
cash
sweet-talked her into sleeping with him. As best she could figure it
out,
he knocked her up the same night her popped her cherry, and at sixteen
she
found herself with a baby girl and he was long, long gone. Her parents
wanted to throw her out, until they realized that now she qualified
for
welfare, too, so they let her stay as long as she signed over the
checks.
Needless to say, she had to drop out of school herself.
Still, she swore to herself and little Maggie that someday they would
get
out of the flea-bitten rotting trailer and get a real life. By the
time
she turned eighteen she had managed to get her GED and had landed a
job as
a secretary-trainee at the nearby IBM factory. With the few dollars
she
had saved, she moved out and never looked back, settling in to a third
story walk up with cold water that was still an improvement over her
past.
She handwashed her best clothing for that first Monday at work.
Babs was never a religious person, but for the rest of her life she
would
thank God daily that she went to work at Harry Meredith's factory as a
gofer and clerk. She was brought into his office for a routine
introduction to find him on the phone, and she waited silently, scared
to
death he would send her packing for some unknown fault. He was a tall
man
with salt-and pepper hair with still more pepper than salt, big boned
and
heavy set, and in his late thirties. Setting the phone down, he held
out
his hand and she lunged forward to shake it, knocking over a planter
in
the process. Fighting back the tears, she scurried to pick it up and
clean
up the mess she had made of his office and her life. Stooping beside
her,
he laughed and said, "Jesus, kiddo, don't sweat it, it's a fake plant
anyway!" She glanced up at him and met his eyes.
Babs and Harry Meredith were living proof of love at first sight. They
stared speechless at each other for several minutes before standing,
whereupon she was shown to where she would work. She had an almost
psychic
ability to tell when he was watching her. Out of the blue she would
turn
around to see him standing in the doorway to his office, staring at
her
and smiling. She would smile back, dazzled, and they would go back to
work.
At the end of the week, he called her in to his office and very
nervously
asked her to dinner. She had almost tripped over her tongue saying
"Yes!"
and had promptly called and made arrangements with an elderly neighbor
to
baby-sit Maggie. When Harry showed up to the door of her apartment,
she
was dressed like she always did at work, since her work clothes were
her
best clothes, and introduced him to Maggie. He was fascinated that she
could have a toddler already, and wasn't frightened off like so many
other
men had been.
Harry had immediately seen as he walked into the dilapidated tenement
that
Maggie would be a fish out of water at the fancy restaurant he had
made
reservations at, so he stripped off his tie and stuck it in his
pocket,
then took off his jacket and slung it over a shoulder. Instead, he had
took her to a nicely fancy pizzeria in a suburban mall, only to
discover
that this wasn't much better.
After they were seated in the small booth, Maggie had stared down at
the
table in front of her. "Harry, look, somebody messed up and gave me
two
forks!"
"Babs, that's your salad fork.", he said quizzically.
"Huh?"
"You eat your salad with the small fork, and your meal with the big
one.",
he explained.
Faced with her ignorance and inelegance, Babs Obriski broke down and
cried, the tears gushing out along with a mangled attempt to explain
her
inability and naivete. Harry simply scooted around the booth to her
side.
Throwing a bear-like arm around her shoulders, he used his napkin to
wipe
away her tears, telling her, "Babs, I know you're not all that fancy,
but
I didn't ask you out because I thought you were fancy. If I wanted
some
damn debutante, I'd have gotten my mother to hitch me up with some
daughter of one of her friends." Babs stopped crying long enough to
listen. "Listen, I've been that route already, and it was a damn
disaster.
You, I don't know, you're real, I guess, and all the money and fancy
breeding and education can't buy that." He continued on in this vein
for
several minutes more, finishing with, "Just be yourself!"
She dabbed her eyes and sniffled, then smiled. "You know, though, two
forks is pretty silly. I mean, you can't use more than one at a time
anyway!"
"That's the spirit!", he said as he slid back to his place. "By the
time
we go someplace fancy, you'll have this crap down cold."
Startled, she looked up at him. "What, you mean you'd want to go out
with
me again?"
It was Harry's turn to look startled. "Well, sure, why not? Listen, I
grew
up with kids who needed servants to tell them what to wear and what to
do.
You already know that stuff - think of the advantage you've got!"
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to cry again.", said Babs, who scurried
off to
the bathroom. Harry stared after her, at a loss for words. When she
came
back, she had washed her face and fixed her makeup. "Harry Meredith, I
love you.", she told him.
Harry was stunned but waved it off, even though he was well and truly
smitten by Babs. True to his word, he took her to dinner again the
following Friday. By then, she had been able to cash her first
paycheck
and use some money to buy a nicer dress at a local thrift shop. After
dinner they took a nice drive along Lake Michigan and went parking,
something Harry hadn't done in twenty years. He still remembered the
basics, however, and was more than able to perform once Babs had
climbed
into the back seat and undressed.
After three months he had Babs transferred to a manager at the other
end
of the plant, explaining that with her so near he couldn't get any
work
done. Three months after that they were married in a simple ceremony,
and
he bought a house and moved Babs and Maggie in. Taking a two-year-old
on
his honeymoon wasn't part of his overall plans, but he grinned and did
so
anyway. He had truly grown fond of the little girl and she had begun
calling him "Da Da." Anyway, she was well behaved and took frequent
naps,
giving Harry and his new bride many opportunities to screw around. On
their first anniversary he asked Babs if he could adopt Maggie as his
own,
and she agreed with joyful tears.
As Harry had foretold, Maggie had been able to soak up 'class' like a
sponge. She wanted to be the best wife a man could ever have, and
remembered the old saying, "The perfect wife is a chef in the kitchen,
a
lady in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom!" While she never made
great chef, she was at least a competent cook, and within a short time
had
indeed become a refined and elegant hostess in the parlor. But it was
in
the bedroom that her true talents lay, and Harry was delighted to
discover
that his blushing bride never blushed.
As long as Maggie was someplace else, Babs was an aggressively wanton
woman. She loved nothing better than to worship at the altar of her
husband's ten inch cock. She would wake him in the morning with a
blowjob,
she would greet him when he came home from work by taking him upstairs
and
providing a quickie, and at night she would put on a frilly negligee
and
fuck him silly in bed. For all of Harry's considerable sophistication,
in
many ways he was a very down to earth guy, and for his part, he could
think of nothing better to do than to make love to his gorgeous
drop-dead
knockout beauty of a wife every chance he could get.
Now that she had Harry's money and no wardrobe of her own to speak of,
Babs let her horny husband buy her the clothes he wanted her to wear.
They
both rapidly developed an exhibitionist streak, Babs to wear daring
and
risky outfits, and Harry to show her off in them.
It started simply enough when Babs commented just before the wedding
that
she didn't have anything nice to wear on her honeymoon, so maybe they
should simply cancel Cancun and go camping instead. His response was a
simple, "Babs, have you lost your mind? Why don't we simply go
shopping?"
So they went shopping, and Harry's tastes were a revelation to his
fianc‚e. They didn't buy just a few items, they bought a closet full.
Miniskirts were in fashion - Harry liked them short. Swimsuits were
becoming more daring - Harry pushed the envelope. Pantyhose were out -
Harry bought her stockings. She needed shoes - Harry selected none
with
less than a three inch heel. Women were burning their bras - Harry
provided the matches!
Once, at home, Harry commented that a new dress cut stylishly just
above
knee level seemed a bit lengthy, and Babs demanded to know just what
he
considered right. He shrugged and told her to put on an old skirt and
come
back down. A few minutes later she had come back to find her husband
smiling and holding a pair of pinking shears. Kneeling at her feet he
cut
the skirt off approximately an inch below the bottom of her ass. After
she
protested that her panties would show, he pulled them off and told her
not
to wear any, then fucked her up against the kitchen cabinets.
When she went out that night three years after his death, there wasn't
a
sexy outfit in the closet that he hadn't had her in. Then an old
plastic
bag hanging in the back fell off the bar, and she took it out to see
what
was in it. It was the black dress she had bought the day before his
heart
attack and was delivered the day after the funeral. It was almost as
if
Harry was telling her that this was the dress to wear, that it was all
right to resume a real life and stop being a widow. She was delighted
to
see that it still fit as well as it had the day she had bought it. It
was
a classic little black dress, backless enough to prohibit a bra, well
above the knee but still long enough to wear stockings with, and
skintight. She slipped into some long and sheer black stockings, some
black thong panties, and her three inch black stilettos for a night on
the
town.
After several hours holding court at the bar Babs figured that she had
probably had a drink or two too many. Most had been bought by would-be
suitors, some of which she had sent back, some of which she had drank
as
she allowed the potential swain to chat her up. She was definitely
enjoying the attention as men vied for the chance to take her and 'get
out
of here so we can talk.' This was definite code for 'let's go
somewhere
and screw.' But she was having too much fun and found herself
sandwiched
between a pair of twenty-something computer salesmen who had both
bought
her a drink at the same time. Rather than send one or the other
packing,
she had simply given them a radiant smile and alternately sipped from
the
pair of drinks. Neither was about to let this prize catch alone for a
second, so they stayed glued to her side through a second round.
They were standing very close to her at the end of the bar and first
one,
then the other, had laid a hand lightly on a knee. Her eyes opened
wide
and she was about to protest when they began to slide their hands up
her
legs. She gave a small shudder as she felt the first hands since her
dead
husband's caressing her pliant flesh, and involuntarily spread her
legs
slightly. Taking this for the positive sign it was, both slid their
fingers under the hem of the dress, where their knuckles touched for
the
first time. Neither had realized the other was putting the same moves
on
Babs, and they stopped, but only briefly. Giving each other a grin and
a
shrug, together they had slid their hands further northward to come in
contact with the bare thighs above the elastic tops of her stockings,
and
Babs gave another shudder and spread her legs wide on the barstool.
First
one, then the other, extended a finger to begin tracing her pussy lips
through the sheer fabric of her panties. When she felt two sets of
fingers
slip under the sides and begin to caress her flesh directly, Babs let
out
a small cry and grabbed onto the bar. She shuddered in her first
orgasm
since Harry had gone. The bartender came over to see what the problem
was;
her beaus smoothly told him she was feeling a bit tired and would be
leaving soon as they continued to probe her drenched pussy and flick
her
pulsing clit. After a second orgasm, they eased up, and helped her to
her
feet.
Not knowing precisely what was happening, but knowing she was too far
gone
to stop, Babs asked for a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom.
They
escorted her to the back of the pub, where one of the men grabbed a
booth
and the other waited at the door for her return. They watched each
other
like hawks. Neither one was going to allow either Babs to escape or
the
other to squire her away himself. When she came back out after
relieving
herself and touching up her makeup, she slid into the booth between
them,
and they ordered a last round.
The next thing that occurred was the most astonishing event of the
night.
Hearing a zipper being pulled down, Babs looked to her left to find
the
man on that side had undone his pants and pulled his cock out. It
wasn't
as big as Harry's had been, but it was substantial and sturdy and as
hard
as stone. "Lift her up.", he told the other, who promptly grabbed Babs
by
the waist and easily lifted her off the seat. The first guy then slid
his
hands under her skirt and pulled her panties off with a fast and
smooth
motion and tucked them in his pocket, then took the compliant woman in
his
own hands. Pulled onto his lap, Babs simply spread her legs and was
set on
his erection. He thrust her down hard, and Babs orgasmed once more.
The
unengaged salesman simply unzipped his own pants and pulled his own
large
and stiff dick out, to gently stroke it as he sipped his drink and
watched
the first guy fuck Babs in the booth. The booth had a long tablecloth
on
the table, and it was dark and noisy, so nobody but the three of them
knew
what was happening. Babs was in a single continuous orgasm by the time
the
first man had come. Once finished, he simply lifted Babs off his lap
and
passed her to the second, then zipped up and finished his drink. She
never
stopped coming.
After both men had fucked her, Babs had pulled her dress down,
shivering
from the adrenaline rush, downing her drink in a single gulp. After
her
second fuck she pulled herself together and the men led her outside.
"Come
on.", said the first one. "My car's around the corner. Let's go back
to my
motel room." With their arms around her to steady her, they led her to
the
Corvette convertible. She sat on the second man's lap during the ten
minute trip to the Holiday Inn. The car's top was down, and so was
Babs'.
As soon as the driver started up and peeled out onto the darkened
streets,
his counterpart pulled her dress down to her waist and began sucking
her
tits and fingering her sloppy cunt. She was only able to pull her
dress up
upon getting out of the car, and once in the room she was stripped of
the
dress before the door was even closed.
Crudely positioned kneeling on the bed, she stared in anticipation as
the
two men undressed. Her first fuck crawled up in front of her and stuck
his
cock in her face. She opened her mouth and sucked him in greedily. The
second crawled up behind her and began to fuck her dripping cunt.
Thinking
better of sloppy thirds, he pulled out and spread her asscheeks wide,
then
slammed his cock full length into her rectum. Babs screamed around the
cock in her mouth, first in pain and immediately after in pleasure as
he
began to ream her ass with his impressive organ.
They fucked her until six the next morning, sometimes together,
sometimes
singly, conserving their strength, until the pair collapsed asleep
sprawled out on the come soaked sheets. Babs showered fast, then put
her
dress and shoes on, leaving her torn stockings, and caught a cab back
to
the bar to pick up her car. She had never learned their names.
***
"Oh my God, Momma! You fucked two men in the back booth of a bar? What
would Daddy have said?", shrieked a laughing Maggie.
Babs laughed back. "Hell, honey, he'd have probably bought us all a
round
and gotten in line. Your father may have been Ward Cleaver to you, but
believe you me, he was a loving husband to me, with the emphasis on
the
loving. Just what do you think we were doing when I went away with him
on
those business trips?"
"No, you couldn't...Daddy?", laughed her daughter. She turned to
Caroline
and said, "I can't believe it. I am absolutely sure that Daddy died a
virgin."
"Hah!", shrieked Babs. "Not hardly. Didn't you just say that you heard
us
getting it on? Hell, one time he actually raped me!"
"What!"
"It was right after you went off the college. There I was, all of 34,
and
my baby was in college! I felt so damn old, I was down in the dumps
for
days. Finally, your old man told me the truth. That I was a damn fine
looking women, in the prime of my life and at my sexual peak, and he
thought I was nuts. We were in the living room at the time, and he
simply
walked up to me and ripped my blouse off! I mean, buttons were flying
everywhere. Next, he simply grabbed the front of my bra and ripped
that
off, then tore off my pants. He simply shredded my panties! Then he
threw
me down on the couch and simply fucked the living shit out of me the
rest
of the day!"
"Wow!", said Harry's stunned daughter.
Caroline gave her oldest guest a strange look. "Babs, Harry wasn't in
the
saddle when he had his heart attack, was he?"
It took a second for Babs to understand the question, then she laughed
brightly. "Nope, he was on the back nine when he went out on us. But I
got
to tell you, I gave him a hell of a sendoff earlier. I sucked him off
after breakfast, then put on nothing but my fishnets and heels, and he
assfucked me right before leaving. If a man has to go, that's the
way!"
"So, Maggie, was your marriage as hot as your Mom's?", asked Caroline.
She
already knew they had divorced, but Maggie had said it was because of
gambling. Was there a different reason?
Maggie held her left hand out, palm down, and waggled it side to side.
"Eh, sometimes yes, sometimes no. I met him during my first year
teaching
and we got married the following summer. At first everything was just
fine, but he had a real gambling bug. I used to think it was real
macho
and cool, but he started taking the damnedest odds and betting the
mortgage money and food money. And it seemed like the more he gambled,
the
less he was interested in me - like he was trading sex for the action.
Eventually it got too much. I took the kids and left after he lost the
payment to forestall the house being taken away."
"Shit. That sucks!"
"Yeah, well in the beginning it was okay. I mean, he wasn't hung like
Daddy apparently was, but it was average size, and he did know what to
do
to get Tab A into Slot B."
Caroline stood and went inside to make another round of drinks. Coming
back out, she said, "I wonder what the guys are up to."
Chapter 12
Malcolm led Jason down the hall to the elevator. Both men had changed
back
into their T-shirts and shorts once they were back on the Bottoms Up.
From
the lobby, Jason followed Malcolm out onto the streets of Bridgetown,
a
small warren of upscale boutiques and downscale tourist traps. "Let's
go
in here first and get you guys some shoes.", Malcolm told the teen,
pointing at a store across the way.
"Lead on, Doctor Jensen."
"Call me Malcolm, and call Caroline by her name, too. We run a pretty
informal ship. No need for anything too fancy, although Captain
Sorenson
seems to prefer Skipper or Captain Jimmy."
"Uh, okay Doc...Malcolm."
Malcolm ushered Jason into the shoe store, a small boutique where the
black clerk disdainfully eyed their attire. Malcolm ignored him,
knowing
the almighty dollar would clear up that problem. Looking down at
Jason's
Nikes, he said, "Okay, let's start. We've only got a few hours to get
everything done, so we can't dick around. You need to get some beach
sandals and something dressier, maybe a nice pair of loafers. Maybe
something like what I've got on.", pointing to his own Bass Weejuns.
"You
get started while I find something for the ladies."
"How do I pay for them?", asked Jason nervously, eyeing the prices,
marked
oh so discreetly yet oh so outrageously.
"Don't sweat it. I'll cover for you until we can get somewhere your
folks
can pay me back." Malcolm left the lad in the small men's section and
wandered into the much larger women's department. He glanced down at
his
sheet of sizes to refresh his memory, and was relieved to remember
that
the three Meredith women were all size 6B, just like Caroline. That
started an idea in his mind.
He selected three pair of identical beach sandals and four pair of
identical dressy sandals, with three inch heels and ankle straps.
Caroline
had her own beach sandals. Returning to Jason he found the boy
choosing
between two pairs of loafers, with a pair of sandals sitting beside
him.
"Any ideas?", Jason asked.
"Well, tassels are a bit flashy, I think anyway. Besides, you can
always
buy some more stuff later in the week if you need to. We only need one
decent outfit for dinner tonight. After that, on the boat, it's pretty
casual."
"Makes sense.", Jason admitted, setting aside the fancier shoes. The
clerk
carried their purchases to the small counter at the front of the store
and
rang them up. The shoes ended up in a large bag which Malcolm handed
to
Jason.
"Now we need to get you some clothes. Do you know your sizes? Or are
you
too tall and skinny for off the rack?"
"I can still get most stuff off the rack, in a long or tall size. My
last
suit had to be tailored for me, though."
"Figures. Well you don't need a suit, but you do need something better
than shorts and a T-shirt." Malcolm led the way down the street to a
men's
shop. The shoe bag was deposited behind the counter, and this clerk
was
much more interested in helping, especially after noticing the size of
the
purchase from down the street.
"Now, guys I can figure clothes for fairly simply. It's women that are
the
trouble." Turning to the clerk, he said, "The young man will need a
sport
coat, dark, and a couple of pair of khakis to go with it. Two or three
dress shirts, socks, that sort of thing."
"Of course, sir, that won't be a problem. Of course, for the slacks
we'll
have to have our tailor measure for length, but he can have them to
your
hotel by tomorrow evening."
"That will not be satisfactory, we'll only be here for the evening."
The
clerk protested that the tailor was booked solid. "Bring him out here
anyway.", commanded Malcolm. Still protesting, the clerk did as he was
bid
and returned with a surprisingly young Oriental, also protesting.
Malcolm
simply peeled a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet, and the
protests
died down markedly. When a second hundred was produced they stopped
completely, and with a third both the clerk and the tailor began
active
assistance. In short order Jason was the proud possessor of a Navy
blue
double breasted blazer, two white dress shirts, two silk ties, four
pair
of dress socks, underwear, handkerchiefs, and a belt, and two pair of
khaki dress slacks, being altered by the time the clerk began ringing
up
the order. The tailor promised they would be ready by the time they
finished shopping. Gathering their purchases, Jason waddled out onto
the
street behind Malcolm.
"Well, we can't go anywhere with you like that." He stepped out into
the
street and flagged down a taxi, a rather beat up Honda. As the driver
jumped out and opened his trunk, Malcolm waved him over. Pulling a
fifty
dollar bill out, he tore it in half and gave half to the driver. Jason
stared, goggle-eyed, as Malcolm said, "Take these down to the Bottoms
Up.
She's the 65 footer at the end of the third pier. Throw them on board
and
come back here. We'll be in that shop over there.", pointing to a
large
tourist type swim and casual wear shop, "You'll be our driver the rest
of
the day, and you'll get the rest of this and another one besides.
Sound
fair?"
The driver eagerly agreed and loaded up the purchases. Malcolm led
Jason
into the third shop with the comment, "It's always nice to find people
so
friendly and cooperative, isn't it?"
Jason laughed. "I think I want to be adopted."
In the third shop Malcolm had Jason buy several T-shirts, a couple
pair of
shorts, and another swimsuit. This store was not a boutique and no
clerk
helped them, so they paid for these purchases and handed them to the
taxi
driver who had returned and was waiting for them outside. He took off
again, and with Jason decently outfitted for a while, Malcolm settled
in
to the task of dressing Babs, Maggie, and Mary.
Pointing to a bin piled high with T-shirts he told Jason, "Pick out a
half
dozen, medium size. Then go over there and pick out three pair of
shorts,
medium."
Jason looked at them. "Like what?"
"Well, I don't know. They're your family, you decide." Jason began to
sort
through the shirts and Malcolm moved down the aisle to a rack of
swimsuits. Thank God all the women were of the same size, he thought.
That
way they could always switch off until they had a chance to buy what
they
really wanted. Noticing a selection of very skimpy suits with a small
wrap
skirt included, he found the correct sizes and picked out three, in
green,
orange, and turquoise. He rejoined Jason, with an armful of T-shirts,
who
was sorting through a small selection of running shorts. He simply
grabbed
three different pairs and thrust them and the swimsuits at the teen.
"Don't worry so much. They probably won't like them anyway."
"What next?", asked Jason.
"Something for tonight, I guess. But what, I'm not too sure of."
Malcolm
looked around the shop to see if anything was suitable, and was
considering moving to another store when he saw a mannequin on a back
aisle. Headless and armless, the statue wore something that might just
work after all. Slowly walking over, he looked at the mannequin and at
the
shelves nearby, then grinned. "This will do just fine.", he said.
"We'll
buy four sets, so the ladies match. That should be interesting."
The mannequin wore a white halter top that was slung around the neck
and
wrapped around the back, to be tied in front. Malcolm fingered the
fabric
of one of the one-size-fits-all tops on the shelf and was pleased.
Wet, he
was sure it would be transparent, dry it was just opaque enough to be
decent, if risqu‚. Below the halter top the dummy had on a calf length
wrap skirt, light and gauzy, tied at the hip and showing a long length
of
leg and thigh. They were also one-size-fits-all, in a variety of
bright
and festive colors on a black background. They were advertised as
beach
cover-ups, but the halter top lent them an air of sexy sophistication.
Malcolm picked up four of the white halters, along with four skirts,
each
in a different color.
After paying for the purchases, the pair rejoined the cabbie who took
them
back to the boat and waited for them at the end of the pier. Grabbing
the
remaining bags, they climbed on board, to find that the taxi driver
had
quite literally thrown them onto the stern. They picked them up and
went
downstairs and up the hall to the master cabin. Above them, in the
main
salon, they could hear feet moving as the crew went about their
business
of preparing the yacht for the next day's voyage. "Drop it all on the
bunk. We'll take back what we need for the night, and sort the rest
out
tomorrow morning. We'll stop and pick up your pants on the way back to
the
hotel.", Malcolm said. The pair began opening packages and sorting
through
the pile.
Jason was bending over the bed, putting the halters and skirts into a
single bag when he heard low moans coming through the wall. Stopping,
he
slowly straightened up and looked around. Malcolm was in a closet
against
the far bulkhead, taking slacks and a jacket out for the evening, and
didn't appear to notice. Then Jason heard it again. Then he heard
something much more.
"Oh, God, put it in my ass, Captain Jimmy! Put it in my ass!" It was
Phoebe's voice, low and muffled by the wall separating the
compartments,
but clearly hers. Moments later she moaned again, louder, in a mixture
of
pain and pleasure. Jason's adolescent cock became rigid in a moment as
he
listened to Phoebe's voice through the wall.
"Well, don't just stand there, we have got to get going. That store
will
be closing in fifteen minutes!", said Malcolm, turning back to Jason
and
holding a hanging garment bag. Jason snapped to and finished stuffing
the
outfits into the bag. He grabbed it and the bag of high heeled sandals
and
stood up. "Shit!", exclaimed Malcolm. He turned and went into the
small
attached head. "Caroline will kill me if I forget her makeup kit. I'll
have to borrow Phoebe's, too."
Jason was shell-shocked when Malcolm went back down the hallway.
Knocking
briefly, he barged right into Phoebe's cabin and went to her dresser.
"I
need to borrow your makeup kit, Phoebe. We'll bring it back in the
morning." Jason glanced through the open door to see the sight of his
young life.
Phoebe was naked and kneeling on her bunk, her ass high in the air and
her
shoulders pressed into the cushions, her back arched and her eyes
tightly
shut in ecstasy, moaning loudly, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass...". Behind
her
knelt the Skipper, equally nude, his strong hands gripping Phoebe's
hips
firmly as he pistoned his dick into Phoebe's anus. Glancing over at
the
door, he grinned at Jason and gave him a thumbs up. Face reddening,
Jason
ducked back out of sight.
"Let's go.", ordered Malcolm, coming out of the cabin and closing the
door
behind him. He led the way back up on deck, briefly waving at Reeves
and
Robby on the foredeck before leaving the ship. Jason was quiet the
entire
time. Malcolm grinned at him. "I guess that's not something you see
every
day?"
"I guess not.", admitted the young man, surreptitiously adjusting his
erection. "Are Phoebe and the Captain, uh, going together?", he asked.
Malcolm shook his head. "No. You could simply say that Phoebe, in
addition
to being ship's cook, is also the morale officer. She really knows how
to
keep people happy."
"I should hope to Christ she does!"
Chapter 13
Back in her room, Mary had been sleeping in her bra and panties,
dreaming
deliciously wicked and decadent thoughts about Robby. Before drifting
off
she had diddled herself to climax imagining him making love to her
under
the hot Caribbean sun. Waking, she had pulled on her shorts and shirt
and
joined the other women on the balcony. Their nudity surprised her but
not
terribly so. Her grandmother had an inground swimming pool and a high
fence, and the three women often sunbathed topless around it. She even
suspected her grandmother of sunbathing nude on occasion. She declined
the
invitation to join them in the late afternoon sun, and was glad she
did
when she heard the sound of male voices entering the suite. The
threesome
scurried to wrap towels around themselves, then the quartet of women
went
inside.
Malcolm led Jason through the living room into the room Maggie and her
mother were staying in. They unceremoniously dumped the baggage on a
bed
and stepped back. "We got the basics. The rest is down on the boat.
You
guys can finish shopping when we get to Guadeloupe." Jason pulled his
bag
from the others and went to shower and change.
"My God, Malcolm, you must have bought out the stores!", exclaimed
Maggie.
"Hardly. Some of that stuff was Jason's and mine."
"Well, this is simply too much.", said Babs. "When we get back on
board,
give me the receipts. I'll write you a check."
"I'll cash it. And don't forget, dinner's on you tonight."
"I remember.", she laughed.
Malcolm gathered his stuff and went back to his room. Behind him
Caroline
led the pack in dumping packages open on the bed. Mary was mystified,
then
spoke up, lowly. "There's no underwear. Or pantyhose."
Maggie searched the pile again, then shrugged. "I guess not."
"Malcolm can have rather singular ideas regarding ladies lingerie at
times.", commented Caroline, selecting a top and one of the skirts,
then
picking up a pair of the high heeled sandals.
"Huh?"
Babs answered for Caroline. "Singular as in he doesn't like them.
Correct?"
"Well, at times. He doesn't mean anything by it.", she lied to Mary.
The
young girl was still struggling with the emotions raised by the drug
surging through her nubile body. "I suspect it simply slipped his
mind."
Babs and Maggie shared a look that said, "Bullshit!" At any other time
they would have protested such a blatant display of domination;
tonight
they both were strangely aroused by it.
"It's no big deal, honey.", commented Maggie. "I needed to shave my
legs
anyway. Do you think Malcolm bought swimsuits?", she asked Caroline
opaquely.
"Mmmm, probably. Let me check." Crossing the living room, she stuck
her
head in her bedroom door. "Malcolm, did you buy swimsuits?" At her
husbands nod, she continued, "Bikinis, perhaps? String? Thong? Damned
near
nonexistent?" At each question, he nodded and smiled. Quietly she
said,
"You are such a dear. I'll thank you later." She grabbed her toilet
kit
and went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Handing her
razor and a can of shaving cream to Maggie, she said, "It's a new
blade; I
touched up just the other day. And yes, he did buy us some bikinis."
Babs smiled at her daughter. "When you shave your legs, honey, maybe
you
should shave a bit higher, eh, Caroline?"
Caroline nodded. "I have to be honest. When Malcolm buys swimsuits,
they
tend to be on the extreme side." She dropped the towel wrapped around
her
torso. Mary stared at her bald shaved pussy. "I don't do this simply
to
turn him on."
Mary didn't know whether to be more surprised by the admission that
Caroline shaved her cunt, or that Malcolm got turned on by it. She
could
feel her own pussy moistening at the thought. Her surprise was
complete
when her mother dropped her own towel. Squirting a dollop of shaving
cream
on her fingertips, she rubbed it briefly into the small tuft of pubic
hair
above her own pussy. A single pass of the razor; "Voila!", she
announced.
"Well, I need to get cleaned up myself. As soon as everyone is ready,
we'll go down to dinner." She grabbed her own towel and left. Crossing
the
living room, she went into her bedroom and closed the door. Hearing
water
running, she looked through the open bathroom door and saw her
husband's
form behind the frosted door of the shower. Dropping her towel, she
went
in. Opening the glass door, she stepped inside, asking, "Want some
company?" The shower was quite large, large enough for what she
planned,
anyway.
"Certainly.", said Malcolm as he turned to her, soaping her beautiful
breasts. Her large nipples grew beneath his fingertips, pointing and
distending out.
Caroline moaned and took the soap. Rubbing it to a lather, she reached
between Malcolm's legs to grasp the cock stiffening between them. At
her
first slight touch it reared up to point out at her belly. Caroline
wrapped her hand around the shaft and cockhead, lathering it slickly
and
began to run her fist back and forth lightly. His excited cockhead
came
forth from under the foreskin as her ministrations had the desired
effect.
Malcolm let out a small sigh. "How are the ladies doing, dear? Can you
see
the effects yet?" He kept rubbing his wife's tits as he talked.
She shivered briefly before answering. "Perfectly, darling, perfectly.
Both Babs and Maggie have admitted that they are far more adventurous
than
would appear at first glance. Mary is somewhat more reserved, but
don't
worry. She'll be dripping by tomorrow, no later than tomorrow night. I
think she might be a virgin. Her mother and grandmother are probably
ready
to go right now, but let's wait a little, hmm? How about the boy,
Jason."
She began to stroke her husband more urgently.
Malcolm responded with a grunt, and his twitching cock let out a spray
of
creamy white jism onto his wife's navel. It continued to spurt even as
it
washed away. Finally, his face red, he caught his breath. Reaching
down,
he cupped Caroline's sex with his palm. She spread her legs wider, and
was
pleasantly startled when Malcolm inserted three fingers into her
accommodating cunt. Curling them upwards he lifted her upwards as he
savagely mauled her pussy.
"Are you kidding me?", he asked. "He's a teenaged boy. He'd have
fucked
the boatload of you even without 'the drug'. Don't you remember how
Jerry
was when you deflowered him?" His fingers became even more insistent
and
his wife came massively, clutching at his arms to remain standing. By
then, Malcolm's cock had regained its hardness. Releasing his grip on
his
wife's body, he turned her away from him. Even before she had
recovered
from her orgasm, she felt his cock enter her cunt from behind. More
orgasms followed, as her husband urgently fucked her against the
shower
wall.. Then he grunted again, and she could feel the seed spray
against
the walls of her womb.
Caroline collapsed against the shower wall. Malcolm rinsed off, then
kissed her gently. "We'll met you downstairs at the bar."
***
When Caroline finished dressing, she grabbed the sandals and went back
to
the other bedroom. Malcolm and Jason had both left, so she simply
marched
in without knocking., to find Maggie dressed. Babs was naked and
sitting
on the bed, strapping on her heels. Her large breasts swayed
delightfully
and Caroline began to moisten at the sight. Babs stood and put on the
halter top, then wrapped the skirt around her hips and tied the sash.
"Mary?"
Maggie pointed at the bathroom. "The shower's off, but I don't know
what's
taking so long."
"Probably still shaving. I doubt she's ever shaved her pussy before.",
commented her mother.
"Oh, I don't know. I mean she does wear some fairly small bikinis at
home,
so she has to do some trim work."
"Not like this, I bet. I bet her boyfriend'll like it."
"Mother!", said a shocked Maggie. "Well, probably. Do you think she's
still a virgin? She's been awfully oblique with me about it." Turning
to
Caroline she said, "She's been dating since she turned sixteen in
April,
and seems to be going steady with a nice boy a year ahead of her. I've
tried to worm it out of her without asking straight out and haven't
gotten
anywhere."
Caroline commented, "Well, I wasn't by then."
"Hell, I was a mother by then.", snorted Babs. "And you weren't a
virgin
at that age, either.", she said to Maggie. "I suspect that if she
hasn't
gone all the way with the boy, she's planning to, and I doubt they're
holding hands in the backseat after a date."
Mary was indeed shaving her pussy in the bathroom, although she had
come
to the decision the long way around. After showering and shaving her
legs,
she had pulled on her panties and dressed, then examined herself in
the
mirror. She had never gone out without panties before, and was very
nervous at the thought. The wide side strap of the panties was
showing, as
her grandmother would say, 'Like a pig at a wedding!' No matter how
much
she adjusted the skirt, it could still be seen, so she had reluctantly
stripped off the panties.
Looking between her legs, Mary became concerned about the prospect of
wearing a bikini. The swimsuit she had left behind on the exploding
speedboat had been one of her most daring, and had barely contained
her
closely trimmed pubic hairs. If the one that Doctor Jensen bought was
even
more radical, then she was going to show for sure! She lathered up her
cunt and began to trim away at the side. Mary fully intended to leave
a
small triangle, but her nervous fingers slipped, and she trimmed a
wide
swath from the left labia, forcing her to trim that further, along
with
the right side to match. Finding herself with even less than her
mother
had started out with, she shook her head and muttered, "Oh shit. What
the
fuck!" A single fast stroke removed the vestiges of her maidenly fur,
and
she wiped the remaining traces of foam from her pussy lips, giving
herself
a definite tingle. She briefly debated frigging herself like she did
during her shower, but stopped when she heard her mother tap on the
door.
"All right in there?"
"Just fine, Mom. Out in a moment.", she called out. Standing, she
wrapped
the skirt around her hips and opened the door. She sat down and raised
a
leg to strap on a sandal. In doing so, the skirt fell apart
sufficiently
that Babs, sitting nearby, was able to see her granddaughter's bare
slit.
Catching Caroline's and Maggie's eyes silently, she gave a wink and a
covert thumbs up. The other two grinned at each other
"Where's Jason and Doctor Jensen?", asked Mary, as she began to work
on
the second foot. Finished, she stood and took a few practice steps on
the
three inch heels. "I am going to break my neck!", she announced.
"Walk around in them a bit. You'll get used to them fast, you simply
need
some practice.", said her mother.
"I hope they don't hurt.", she said, doubtfully. She headed out the
door
and began to walk around the living room. Despite her misgivings, she
got
the hang of them readily.
Caroline turned to Maggie and Babs and grinned. "Whenever my feet
hurt,
Malcolm has a sure fire cure. He has me lay on the bed, spread my
legs,
and put my feet in the air. Then he gets between my legs and gives me
a
deep massage. A very deep massage, nine inches worth. I always feel
better
afterwards."
Caroline grinned and Babs commented, "Funny, but Harry had the exact
same
cure, ten inches worth. The really funny thing was that it seemed to
work
when his feet hurt, too."
Mary returned to the laughing women and repeated her question.
"Where's
Jason and Doctor Jensen?"
"He and Jason went down to the bar already. Malcolm said something
about
discussing existential philosophy. You don't have to call us Doctor
and
Mrs. Jensen, Mary. We're Malcolm and Caroline, and besides, he's not a
real doctor."
"Existential philosophy, huh?", snorted Babs.
"Watching girls while hanging around a bar can be very existential.",
said
Maggie.
"Oh, yes.", agreed Caroline. "You should see him being existential
when
he's flirting with waitresses."
"You don't mind?", asked Mary, who had joined her mother and
grandmother
at the vanity. They were sorting through Caroline's and Phoebe's
makeup
kits.
Caroline held up her ring finger, which held a sizable rock. "I don't
mind
if he window shops. He's already bought."
"What did you mean, he's not a doctor?", asked Maggie, looking at
Caroline's reflection in the mirror.
"Well, he did go to medical school, but he went into research instead.
He
never became an intern or anything like that. He says it's more like a
Ph.D. in medicine." She reached into the pile and pulled out a lip
stick,
touching up her own makeup.
The women stood and adjusted their outfits. Caroline looked the group
over
as they twirled before the mirror. "Ladies, we are looking good! Let's
go
knock 'em out!"
Chapter 14
Much as Caroline and Maggie suspected, Jason and Malcolm were indeed
in
the bar watching girls and flirting with the waitresses. In his dark
slacks and cream colored jacket, Malcolm made a for a distinguished
presence. For his part, Jason no longer looked a young fifteen, but
more
like a college student on vacation from Harvard or Yale, visiting the
Caribbean with his parents before jetting off to see his oh so wealthy
girlfriend. They left a wake of wistful lady staffers as they went up
to
the bar and seated themselves on stools.
"Gentlemen?", asked the bartender.
"Gin and tonic.", ordered Malcolm.
The bartender looked at Jason. In for a penny, in for a pound the boy
thought. "The same."
"Not likely.", laughed Malcolm. "I may run the most decadent ship on
the
seven seas, but I don't think so. You like tomato juice?" At Jason's
chagrined nod, Malcolm said, "He'll have a Virgin Mary. Nice try,
though."
"I figured it was worth a shot. What's the worst that could happen? I
have
to drink a Virgin Mary. Just what is a Virgin Mary, anyway?"
"It's a Bloody Mary without the booze." The bartender came back with
the
drinks and set them on napkins. "Go ahead, you'll like it."
Jason picked up the thick red drink and took a sip. The glass had a
crust
of salt around the rim which he licked and liked. A small sip didn't
kill
him, so he took a much larger swig. That was when he noticed the
Tabasco!
Eyes bulging, he put the glass down and looked around for something to
put
the fire out. Malcolm laughed.
"Don't worry, they grow on you. Don't drink so much next time." He
sipped
his own drink approvingly until Jason calmed. He held his glass out
and
said, "A toast!"
It took Jason a moment to realize his role in the small drama. Picking
his
drink up, he held it towards Malcolm. "What do we toast to?"
Malcolm clinked his glass against his counterpart's, and then wryly
examined his drink. "To malaria. Without it, we wouldn't have
something to
mix with our gin."
They both drank from their glasses, although Jason took only a small
sip,
wincing against the possibility of further toxic burns. This time the
drink was much smoother, and he found himself enjoying the spicy
taste. "I
don't get it."
"Here, sip this." Malcolm handed his gin and tonic to Jason, who took
a
small taste. He didn't much like it, and made a face. "Did you taste
that
bitter taste? That's the quinine in the tonic water. It cures
malaria."
"It's awful! Why would anyone drink that?"
"Ah, youth, would that I was so innocent again. It's a long story, but
it
goes something like this. A few hundred years ago, when the British
ruled
the world, they really meant it. They had all these colonies and
outposts
all over the place, usually in the most terribly dreadful places you
can
imagine. Aside from being a long way from merry old England, the one
thing
these places had in common was lots of malaria. People were dropping
like
flies, and I'm not joking about that. More people died of malaria than
almost everything else combined."
"Well, after awhile, somebody, I forget who, learned that the ground
up
bark of the cinchona tree had an extract that could prevent and cure
malaria. Then somebody else figured out how to make synthetic quinine,
the
active ingredient. But how do you get people to voluntarily take this
really bitter drug? You make it fun. Mix it with some carbonated soda
and
your gin and drink it down. You've cured yourself and gotten drunk at
the
same time."
"Your kidding me, right?", said a skeptical Jason.
"No, he's not.", stated the bartender polishing the glassware and
expecting another order. "That's the truth." He pushed a small bottle
of
tonic water to Jason. It was plainly labeled, 'With Quinine!' "I don't
know how well it cures malaria, but that was the idea anyway."
"I don't know, either, but I do know it's a pretty common drink
throughout
the English speaking world.", remarked Malcolm. He ordered another
round,
which was delivered as the pair finished off their first. "Now, it's
your
turn. What's the toast?"
Just then, the entire room's attention was drawn to and riveted to a
blonde who entered the bar. She was tall, and seemed taller yet in her
five inch spike heels. Her leather skirt would have made a fine belt
for a
man, and her massively impressive breasts were forced up and out by
the
tiny lace bustier which put them on display for the entire bar. She
swiveled and swayed across the room to leave through the terrace.
"Holy shit!", breathed Jason, speaking first. He looked over and saw
that
Malcolm's head had been turned as well. Picking up his glass, he
clinked
it against the fresh one in Malcolm's hand. Malcolm came out of his
trance
and turned to face him.
"Yeah, wow! So what's the toast?"
"To long legs and big tits!"
Malcolm guffawed and took a healthy swallow. "I will drink to that,
Jason,
I will drink to that!"
The pair spent the rest of their time waiting for the ladies by
nursing
their drinks and watching pretty young girls come and go. They were on
the
verge of ordering a third round when they noticed everyone turning
towards
the door again, and spun to face the newcomers.
It was Babs, Maggie, Mary, and Caroline, and they looked like a
million
dollars, each of them. In their halter tops, heels, and skirts slit to
their hips, they looked like sex personified. Despite the fact that
they
all looked alike in their outfits, Malcolm's discerning eye picked out
the
differences.
Mary, the youngest, had wrapped her halter the tightest, but this only
served to prove that her young breasts needed a bra like a fish needed
shoes. Her tiny nipples pushed at the thin fabric like eraser tips.
Babs
had worn her top the loosest, and her breasts swayed delightfully with
every step. As he had hoped when examining them in the store, the
sheer
but opaque fabric molded itself to their bodies, and their nipples and
aureolae were outlined for all to see.
The skirts were another matter. Mary and Babs had tied theirs on the
right, Caroline and Maggie on the left. Yet Mary and Maggie wore
theirs
tied at the sides, so the slit went straight down the side. Caroline
and
Babs wore their skirts slit over the front of the thigh, a decidedly
chancier position, considering the way the light gauze swirled around
them
as they strode forward proudly. Even Mary had a bouncy stride,
especially
after a very handsome young man had held the door open for them to
enter.
She turned and gave him a light wave, then turned back and broke his
heart
by ignoring him.
Maggie stared as she approached them. "Jason, is that you?" She was
stunned by the appearance of her son. In his double breasted jacket,
crisp
white shirt, perfectly knotted charcoal gray tie, and crisp khakis, he
didn't look at all the gangly boy she thought him.
Babs and Caroline came up. "I must say, Jason, that really looks good
on
you. You're beautiful!", said Babs.
"Grandma!", he complained.
"She's right, Jason, you're gorgeous.", said Maggie. "My little baby
is
growing up."
Jason blushed. It became a bit better when his sister looked at him.
She
reached out and rubbed the lapels of his jacket. "I really hate to say
it,
Jason, but that getup really suits you. You don't look at all like the
little toad you really are!"
Maggie cuffed her daughter lightly on the arm, and Jason said, "Well,
as
midgets go, you look pretty good yourself. A little more work and that
part in The Hunchback of Notre Dame is yours." Maggie smacked him
next.
Although he would never admit it to his sister, the truth was that she
looked spectacular, a walking wet dream. The same could be said of the
others. He had known for a while now that his mother was prettier than
most of his friend's mothers. Certainly his buddies seemed to think
she
was pretty foxy. But he had never considered his grandmother as a sex
object, and the realization that she was came like a hammer between
the
eyeballs. She looked as good as any of the other three, and he was
both
amazed and ashamed that her bouncy tits and long tanned leg and thigh
had
given him a woody! It was obvious to everyone in the bar that none of
the
women could possibly be wearing underwear and the charms so barely
hidden
away only enticed the more.
After ordering a round for everybody, Malcolm led the group to a
table,
then went to the entrance of the garden restaurant. A table for six
would
be available in fifteen minutes or so, and he nodded in acceptance.
When
he returned he lifted his glass and toasted, "Skoal!"
Glasses clinked for a second, then Jason leaned over from his seat
next to
Malcolm, and whispered in the older man's ear. "I think my toast is
more
appropriate." Malcolm laughed loudly and clapped the youth on the
shoulder.
Babs noticed the interplay, and from her seat on the other side of
Malcolm, asked, "What was that all about?"
Seeing that Jason was now talking to his mother and Caroline, Malcolm
leaned into Babs' ear. "He made a toast earlier that he liked better.
'To
long legs and big tits!'", he whispered back.
Babs glanced down at herself, and at the tops and skirts of the
others,
and her eyes widened. "Oh my, our little baby really is growing up!"
One of the lengthier conversation topics during dinner concerned the
Jensen's obvious wealth. Maggie started it off by asking, "So Malcolm,
you
never explained just what you and Caroline do. You simply said that
you
are members of the idle rich. Give!"
Startled, Malcolm said, "Well, that really just about covers it. We
are
fortunate enough to be able to afford to do pretty much what we want,
so
we do."
Maggie pressed. "So, did you inherit your wealth? Marry it?" She
winked at
Caroline as she asked this. "Or earn it yourself?"
Malcolm nodded in understanding. "Ah, the source of my zillions. I
take it
you won't believe that I wander the Caribbean searching for beautiful
women to rescue and sell into white slavery?" As Caroline groaned,
Babs
and Maggie laughed and shook their heads in the negative. "Well,
actually,
it's a good deal more mundane."
He explained. "Well, you know I went to medical school, but I never
went
through internship and residency and got my license. Instead, I went
into
research for a pharmaceutical company, sort of like a Ph.D. in
medicine.
Now this was way back when genetic engineering was just taking off,
and
the company really was clueless about it, except that it was expensive
and
didn't seem to be going anyplace. So they split us off, and I became a
senior researcher with a nice title, a smaller paycheck, and some very
nice stock options. Well, guess what? It was expensive, but it also
worked. We got bought out by another company, and I traded my options
in
for stock and options in that company. Eventually, that place got
bought
out, and I was really set! For personal reasons, I chucked the whole
thing, cashed in my chips, and retired very early. Now I goof off for
a
living."
Malcolm and Babs both had to explain to Mary, Jason, and their mother
what
stock options were before they understood how truly wealthy they could
make a person. Then Babs asked, "I don't want specifics, but I
mentioned
earlier that I have some money." The teens were curious, but she
ignored
them. They didn't need to know details. "Compared to me, just how rich
are
you?"
Before Malcolm could answer, Caroline chimed in. Laughing, she said,
"Filthy rich! Whenever we run out of coal for the furnace, Malcolm
simply
goes downstairs and shovels dollar bills in. It's disgusting!"
They all laughed, and then Malcolm commented, "On the basis of what
you
said earlier, between fifty and sixty times your net worth." Babs
worked
it out in her head. She figured herself for between four and five
million.
That put the Jensens at between 200 and 300 million dollars! Her eyes
widened as she considered the sum. That wasn't 'Fuck you!' money, that
was
'Fuck everyone!' money.
"So, do you live on board your boat all the time?", asked Mary.
"Nah. Actually, we just bought it. Never done anything like this
before,
to be honest.", commented Malcolm.
Caroline continued. "Actually, we normally spend the summer at our
home in
the Adirondacks, and the winter at our place on Key West, but the
house up
north was almost destroyed this Spring."
"Why, what happened?", asked Maggie.
"A late season ice storm.", commented Malcolm. "You probably heard
about
it on the news, it was all over the Northeast. Literally tons of ice
all
over everything. Trees down, our garage and pool house simply
collapsed,
even a big chunk of the main house was busted up. And when it thawed,
my
God but there was water everywhere! We're having it rebuilt right now.
Even though it's a pretty strong log cabin, the damage was simply
incredible!"
"It's just a log cabin like the Bottoms Ups is just a rowboat.", said
his
wife dryly. "Still, it was pretty well trashed. I'll show you the
pictures
sometime. We were in Florida at the time, when the State Troopers
called
us. Malcolm and Tony, he's our handyman, flew back to survey the
damage.
That's where Tony and his wife Jeanine are now. They are supervising
the
reconstruction." Besides which, newlyweds really should have some time
for
themselves, she thought. She and Malcolm had provided an ample supply
of
'the drug', enough to last them and any of the Jensens' friends who
came
around while the Jensens cruised the Caribbean.
"Wow!", exclaimed Jason. Throwing an arm enthusiastically around
Malcolm's
shoulders, he said, "Now I know I want to be adopted. Daddy!"
Chapter 15
Surprisingly, the entire group woke relatively early the next day. It
had
been forty-plus hours awake for some of the group, and after dinner
ended,
they had all gone back to the suite to sleep. Sleep itself had been a
long
time coming for some of them. Mary, Babs, and Maggie had stripped to
skin,
then under the cover of the sheets, had each silently masturbated to
orgasm. Each of them had similar thoughts, the partaking of the
pleasures
of the flesh with Robby, the Skipper, and Malcolm, and while none
would
dare admit it, with Jason as well. Jason, meanwhile, had crept into
the
bathroom. As he began to feverishly stroke his cock, he was thinking
about
the leggy blonde with the never-ending rack, but in short order began
fantasizing about his sister and mother, and even about his
grandmother!
Only Caroline and Malcolm took things further. Caroline was extremely
horny by the time they finished dinner. She had opened the side slit
as
much as was conceivably decent on her walk back to her bedroom, an
action
not missed by the others. Following her husband into their room, she
had
closed and locked the door behind her. Glancing at her, he smiled and
tossed his jacket and tie onto a chair, then sat down on the edge of
the
bed. "And how do you think our guests are faring?", he asked.
Caroline strode up to him and stood expectantly as Malcolm loosened
the
ties holding her halter and skirt together. Kneeling between his
knees,
she said, "Fine, just fine. Babs and Maggie are ready to join us right
now, if we were to invite them. Mary is a little bit more resistant,
but
that's simply because I don't think she knows quite what fun sex can
be. I
think she's a virgin, dear." She unzipped her husband's pants and
reached
inside. A healthy and rigid cock was waiting inside.
"Really!? How extraordinary! I must be the one to take her. Good God,
but
she'll be tight. And you and Phoebe will have to train her!" He began
to
unbutton his shirt as his wife began fellatio. "Umm, that's nice,
dear.
Why don't you keep doing that until I come in your mouth, please."
In response, Caroline began sucking his cockhead while jacking his
cockshaft. Her free hand snaked down between her legs to rub her clit.
Then she inserted her index finger into her dripping snatch and stuck
the
wet digit into her husband's ass. Groaning lowly, he began to buck his
hips upwards and Caroline expertly caught his spewing come.
Once she had licked the dribbling jism off his balls, Caroline stood
up
and slipped into the bed. She removed her heels as Malcolm pulled his
pants, socks, and shoes off. She pulled his briefs completely off,
then
moved aside as her beloved stretched out on the bed. "Now darling,
you've
been taken care of. It's my turn." So saying, she twisted around on
the
bed and straddled his face. As Malcolm began to greedily lap at the
cunt
on his lips, Caroline lowered her face to revive him with another
blowjob.
As soon as he was stiff, she crawled lower and impaled herself on the
upright organ. Malcolm was very content to watch her asscheeks bounce
atop
him, and he wet his thumbs and inserted them in her completely tanned
ass.
Caroline immediately began coming, and her moans didn't stop until she
had
milked every drop of jism from her husband's penis. Sated, they
stretched
out and crawled under the sheets.
The next morning, the bright tropical sun woke everyone well before
they
thought it would. By eight, room service had delivered a large bowl of
fruit, croissants, juice, and coffee. By nine, they were all clothed
and
heading down to the boat. They arrived to find Captain Jimmy standing
on
the bridge, barefoot and shirtless, in worn khaki slacks. Mary,
Maggie,
and Babs all began to relive their fantasies from the night before as
they
saw the strongly muscled torso and arms, with thick gray hair covering
him. For his part, the captain was forced into the painful choice of
which
one he wanted to fuck the most. While Caroline had put on shorts and a
T-shirt, the others still wore their halters, split skirts, and heels,
and
looked outrageously provocative. Maggie and Babs were both wearing
their
clothes loose, and their tits and asses were swaying nicely. Even Mary
was
showing a bit more skin than before.
"Morning, Captain. Everything all set?", asked Malcolm as he stepped
on
board.
He came down off the bridge and answered, "Morning! We're as ready as
we
can be. Give me the word and we can be under way in ten minutes."
"The word is given. I assume we'll plot the same course today as we
tried
the other night."
The skipper stuck his head below decks and bellowed for his nephew to
shag
ass and untie the lines before answering. "Well, I wanted to talk to
you
about that. Come inside and let me show you the charts." He led the
way
into the main salon and unfolded a detailed chart of the southern
Caribbean. Pointing to the map, he said, "Here we are, and here's
Guadeloupe. Now if we motor straight through, we'll get there sometime
in
the early morning tomorrow. But if you're not pressed for time, and I
didn't think you were, we can stop right about here just after lunch."
He
tapped the chart on a tiny fleaspeck of an island. "We stay there
overnight, and hit port the next day with some time still to hit the
town,
if you want."
"What's the island? It looks too small to even have a name." Malcolm
squinted as he examined the chart.
"Well, it doesn't. It's uninhabited. I've been by there before, and we
can
get the boat in pretty close. If the weather holds, we can have a
picnic
and maybe catch a few rock lobsters."
Malcolm loved lobster, and the captain knew it. His eyes lit up, and
he
said, "Let me check with the ladies, but I'm fairly sure the answer
will
be 'Yes.' Get underway and I'll have a definite yes or no by the time
we
clear the harbor." Malcolm went back on deck to get an assent to the
plan.
Captain Jimmy went below to put on a shirt and some shoes, and Robby
and
Phoebe came on deck. Robby simply said hello and began the business of
removing the electric and water lines.
Jason's eyes nearly popped out of his head seeing the cook come up.
This
morning she was barefoot, wearing a bikini bottom and a cropped tank
top.
The panty was smaller than any he had ever seen before, and the tank
top
was cut very low, and was so short the bottom curve of her ample
breasts
was easily seen. He stared as she explained the sleeping arrangements.
"Unless anybody complains, we figured on moving Babs and Maggie into
the
fifth stateroom. Mary, you can bunk with me. Jason, Reeves flipped a
coin,
and is moving in with Robby, so you get to share a cabin with the
skipper.
Okay?" She knew that by this evening, people would be sleeping where,
and
with whom, they pleased. The cabins would simply be a place to store
clothing.
"Anyone who snores, gets keelhauled and sleeps on the deck!", boomed
the
captain from below. Everybody laughed as Phoebe led them below deck to
show them their rooms.
The final stop was in Malcolm's and Caroline's cabin to retrieve their
new
clothing. Jason grabbed his and went back down the passageway with
Phoebe,
leaving the other four women to sort through the clothing.
"I see what you meant when you said Malcolm's tastes were a bit on the
abbreviated side, exclaimed Maggie. She was holding up one of the
bikinis,
which consisted of little more than three tiny triangles and a few
bits of
dental floss to hold them together. While it wasn't any smaller than
the
smallest bikini she had ever worn, it wasn't any larger either, and
that
swimsuit had only barely covered her clit and nipples.
Babs examined the orange suit with a gleam in her eyes. She looked at
Caroline and commented, "No time like the present.", and untied the
sash
at her side. Caroline nodded in agreement and pulled her tank top off,
to
be followed by Maggie stripping as well. Mary was faced with the
decision
of stripping like the others or running out, and stripped down as
well.
Caroline took a crocheted bikini from a drawer and put it on. Her suit
was
actually marginally larger than the others, but consisted mostly of an
open latticework. Once dressed, the women were forced to move
extremely
carefully in order to keep from popping out all over.
By the time the ladies were dressed and up on deck, the powerful
engines
had left the harbor miles behind them. Robby was in the bridge conning
the
yacht as Malcolm and Jim talked over the chart in the main salon.
"Look,
how are you feeling?", asked the skipper.
Malcolm gave a surprised look. "Fine, why?"
"Well, I'm pretty beat, and I suspect Robby is, too. We were up all
night
moving things around, and we didn't get much sleep. If it's all right
with
you, I want to lie down for a while." Malcolm nodded his consent and
they
went up to the bridge to tell Reeves and Robby. Down below, both Babs
and
Maggie began thinking, as they overheard the men talking. Up top,
Reeves
announced he was still in fine shape, and decided to hang around in
case
they hit an iceberg. Laughing, both Robby and his uncle descended the
ladder to find their cabins.
Maggie took the first steps. As Robby walked down the passageway, she
sauntered towards him from the opposite direction. His pace faltered
as he
took in the big tits barely contained by the halter, and the lush
pussy
lips outlined by the thin material of the bottom. "Robby, could you
help
me? There's something stuck in my cabin.", she asked sweetly.
"Um, sure, I suppose." He stepped inside, and Maggie followed, locking
the
door behind her. "What seems to be stuck?"
Maggie walked up to him and put a hand on the stiffness in his shorts.
Breathing heavily, she said, "Your zipper!", and undid the snap.
***
As Captain Jimmy entered his cabin, he was somewhat surprised to find
he
wasn't the only person there. Babs was sprawled out on his bunk,
dressed
only in a bikini that could be charitably described as nonexistent.
"Hello.", he said, as he took off his shirt.
"Hello, Captain. I overheard you say that you wanted to lie down for a
while, and I was feeling a little tired as well. Why don't you simply
stretch out here?" She patted the bunk besides her.
The skipper's eyebrows raised as he contemplated the fascinating offer
before him. "Well, that's fine by me, but I've got to warn you, I
normally
sleep in the nude." To emphasize the point, he ostentatiously removed
his
belt and tossed it aside, then undid the button at his waist.
"Oh, that's all right, so do I." Babs sat up enough to untie her top,
then
unlaced the strings holding her bikini bottom together. She was naked
before the captain was. "Now, why don't you lie down, and I'll see if
I
can't help you relax, Captain."
***
His mother's and grandmother's actions were both apparent to Jason,
and
the thought that they were going to be fucking momentarily affected
him
strongly. He had wanted to jerk off since waking, yet hadn't had a
chance.
Seeing the boat suddenly clear, he figured to take his chance.
Creeping
down the hallway, he slid into the small head. Lowering his shorts, he
took a firm grip on his manhood and began to furiously pump it back
and
forth.
Unbeknownst to him, both Caroline and Phoebe had seen him heading into
the
bathroom. They had both been impressed by the size of the erection
that
his shorts had failed to hide, and had decided they wanted it badly.
"Stay
here, I'll be right back.", said Caroline. Moving quietly, she stopped
outside the head. She knew the door's latch didn't work correctly, and
yanked it open. Inside, a startled and ashamed Jason tried to turn and
hide his prodigious cock. Caroline saw enough to be most delighted!
Straightening her face, she exclaimed, "Jason Flanagan, what are you
doing?" As the flustered boy tried to form a coherent reply while
pulling
up his pants, she demanded, "Come out here right now!" Grabbing an
arm,
she bodily pulled him from the bath, and as he yanked his shorts into
place, pulled him down the hallway to her room.
Inside it became worse. Phoebe stood inside, and Caroline said,
"Phoebe,
do you know what this naughty little boy was doing? He was in the head
and
he was masturbating!" Jason blushed a deep crimson and felt like
dying.
He was astonished when Phoebe sidled up to him. "That's terrible,
Caroline! Why then he wouldn't have enough come for us!" With that,
she
grasped the sides of his shorts firmly and pulled them to his knees.
His
shrunken and soft cock arose like a phoenix as he watched the two
women
salivate over it. His shorts slipped to his feet and he stepped out of
them, all the while watching as both the women pulled off their own
clothing. Phoebe helped him remove his shirt, then pulled him onto the
bed. They positioned him on his back, his erect cock pointing at the
deck
above.
Naked, Caroline and Phoebe knelt on either side of him, and Jason
couldn't
decide which of the two beautiful women to look at. He settled for
allowing them to take each of his hands and place them on a breast,
his
left on Phoebe's and his right on Caroline's. He nervously palmed them
gently, and Caroline said, "Don't be shy, Jason. Two naked women have
dragged you to bed. You're allowed to play with our tits." Jason
became
more aggressive, grabbing hold of them. "Not so tight, sugar, we're
not
going anywhere!" Jason mumbled an apology and began to gently massage
the
mammoth jugs on either side of him.
Caroline gave a contented sigh, and reached down to his crotch. It was
a
most interesting organ, fully eight inches long and two wide. As she
firmly grasped his shaft and cockhead, Phoebe joined her, to place a
hand
lower, cupping his balls and carefully rolling the engorged sack
between
her fingers. Jason immediately shuddered and collapsed into the bunk
as
hips began thrusting upwards. Letting out a low, "No, no...", jism
began
to fountain into the air and landed on his waist and chest. Caroline
and
Phoebe massaged his cock and balls until the spray ended. He groaned,
"I'm
sorry. I just couldn't wait."
"Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for at all.", said Phoebe. "We
wanted
to make you come. Did you like it?" She knew the answer already.
Looking at her like she was an oasis in the desert, Jason exclaimed,
"Yes,
oh, yes. Uh, can we, you know, fool around some more?"
"Jason, we don't want to fool around. We want you to fuck us.",
Caroline
told us.
Phoebe began to stroke his flaccid penis while Caroline leaned down to
lick Jason's come up. He rapidly stiffened, as Phoebe commented,
"Jason,
you have got one hell of a cock for a fifteen year old! You're as big
as
Robby."
Jason wasn't quite sure what to say, since bragging seemed a bit
uncalled
for. He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess. I never really thought about
it."
"Well, if you can learn just what to do with this bad boy, you are
going
to make the girls very happy indeed."
"Should I be taking notes?", he said with a smile.
Caroline looked up at him and grinned, licking the come off her lips.
"Don't worry! We'll teach you all you need to know. You'll love the
final
exam!" Looking down, she saw that her new charge was as stiff as when
they
had started. "Scoot over, Jason. I want to be your first." She
positioned
herself in the center of the bunk and spread her legs wide. Jason
simply
knelt at her side, staring at her bald gash. He had been dreaming of
fucking for so long, and now that he had the chance he didn't know
what to
do!
Phoebe knocked him out of his reverie by pushing his ass. "Come on,
kneel
between her legs...that's right...now, stretch out like you're going
to do
some pushups...closer, closer..." Caroline smiled up at the youth as
he
maneuvered into position, lacing her hands behind his neck and
whispering
words of encouragement to him. Once his cockhead was brushing against
her
pussy lips, Phoebe reached between them and inserted the tip into her
mistress' wet slit. "Now, push it in slowly.", she commanded.
Jason began to insert his prick into Caroline at a glacial pace,
fearful
yet marveling in the sensations engulfing him. "Fuck that!",
complained
Caroline. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back,
locking
her ankles. Contracting them, she pulled the boy inwards. "Fuck me
hard
and fast, Jason, we can do slow some other time."
Grinning madly, Jason supported himself on his outstretched arms as
his
torso began bucking into hers. In moments he got the rhythm perfect.
"I
think I could learn to like this.", he commented, as he began to
hammer
into the older woman.
Caroline began to shudder with her own orgasm. "Oh, yes, Jason, oh,
yes,
fuck me hard, Jason, fuck me hard!", she gasped out. Beside her,
Phoebe
knelt and insinuated her hands between the rutting pair, to pinch
Caroline's rock hard nipples. Caroline peaked quickly, but before she
could relax and enjoy the motion of the cock pumping into her, she
began
to come again. Grabbing her lover by the hips she urged him faster,
and
was pleased when Jason let out another moan and collapsed onto her
chest.
She could feel his cock spasming inside her as he filled her pussy
with a
load of come.
The sweaty pair lay entangled for a couple of minutes as both Phoebe
and
Caroline kissed Jason. Then, knowing her counterpart wanted her share
of
fun, Caroline gently untangled her legs and shifted Jason off of her.
"It's Phoebe's turn now.", she told him. He looked over at the cook's
hooters, completely ignoring the come running out of Caroline's cunt
and
flowing between her thighs.
"Anything come to mind?", asked the anxious Phoebe.
Suddenly, a vision of Phoebe and the skipper came to the young man. He
knew precisely what he wanted to do next. "Well, uh, yesterday, you
and
the Captain, were, uh...", he stammered out.
Phoebe's eyes widened like saucers. "Oh, my God! You want to fuck me
in
the ass?!?!"
Jason was crestfallen. Ashamed, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Caroline wrapped her arms around the boy. "There's nothing wrong,
sweetie.
We're just a little surprised, is all. We both like a nice stiff prick
up
the poop chute, don't we Phoebe?"
"You bet. It's just a little sudden, I mean for your second fuck, is
all.
What'd you see us yesterday?", Phoebe asked. To reassure him, Phoebe
moved
into position, kneeling with her legs spread wide and her head to the
bunk.
"Hold it just one second, young man. Before you do this, you have to
pay
the toll." Jason looked confused. "Come on, Phoebe, on your back and
spread your legs. Jason, if you want a woman's ass, you have to get
her
warmed up first. Eat cunt, Jason, eat cunt." Caroline and Phoebe
firmly
moved Jason into position, and the boy soon found himself staring up
close
and personal with a bald, wet snatch.
Phoebe reached between her outstretched legs. "Stick that tongue out
and
start licking clit.", she ordered.
Jason was a good boy who always obeyed his elders. Sticking his tongue
out, he carefully lowered his face to Phoebe's crotch and touched the
tip
to her open pinkness. Nervous about what he was about to taste, he was
quite surprised by the flavor. She had a fresh and feminine scent and
piquancy, slightly musky without being heavy, and completely unlike
the
dead fish flavor proclaimed by his buddies. He suspected his friends
had
been lying to him, or simply a bunch of ignorant virgins, like he had
been
only moments before. He dug into his task with gusto, licking the
juices
flowing out of her cunt and sucking on the little pink bud prominent
at
the top of it. Caroline leaned down with her face next to his to give
advice and instruction. Only after Phoebe had gasped and moaned
through
two orgasms, and Jason's tongue became too tired to continue, did the
two
women relent. Tired, Phoebe moved back into position.
Jason's cock seemed stiffer than before, if that was at all possible,
with
the knowledge that it was soon going places never before even
imagined.
Caroline reached into a drawer and pulled out a small tube of
ointment.
Explaining the need for good lubrication, she fisted some of the cream
along his cock and then around and into Phoebe's gaping rectum,
pulsing
with desire. "Now whatever you do, Jason, and this is serious, go
slowly.
The asshole was never really designed for this, and even though it's a
lot
of fun, if you fuck up, you can really rip a women up. So go slow and
let
her get used to you. Trust me, she'll let you know how you're doing."
So
saying, she grasped his cock stiffly and guided the head into
position.
Equally firmly, Jason pushed forward until he could feel his cockhead
slip
past the ring of her sphincter, at which point Caroline stopped him.
"Give
it a moment."
Phoebe took several deep breaths, her eyes tightly shut in an
expression
of both discomfort and joy, then she pushed back ever so slightly.
Taking
this as a positive sign, Jason moved inwards another inch before
stopping
again. The pressure was unbelievable. He was in agony simply from
holding
back and not stuffing her full at once, it felt so good. Together, the
pair slowly bucked together until he could look down and see that all
eight inches were buried. He waited until Caroline nodded and told
him,
"Now slowly, start pulling out, then go back in. After a couple of
strokes, she's going to be begging you to pound her ass. It really
feels
good!"
On the verge of commenting that it felt so good, he didn't care about
Phoebe, Jason began to slowly plow the dark furrow. Things went faster
than he could have dreamed. By his second full stroke, Phoebe was
screaming for him to fuck her hard and fast, and Jason began to piston
his
way to heaven. Only a few strokes later, he sagged down atop her back
as
his cock began spewing a massive amount of jism into Phoebe's
entrails.
***
Mary left the galley where she had been pouring herself some water and
wandered onto the deck. 'Where in the world has everybody gone?', she
asked herself. Nobody at all seemed to be in sight. As she wandered up
the
port side of the deck, she began to hear a low moaning coming from a
cabin
up forward. With a perplexed look on her face, she crept forward to
hear
it better. Kneeling by an open porthole, she stuck her face around the
edge and spied on the occupants.
She came backwards much faster than she had moved forwards. Through
the
window she had glimpsed a sight she had never conceived of before, her
mother having sexual relations with a man! Not just any type of normal
relations either, no, her mother was laying on top of somebody,
twisted
around 180 degrees, with a big, fat cock in her mouth! She attempted
to
get her breathing under control as she twisted back around and
carefully
stuck her head up to see things better.
"Oh, that's the place, Robby! Lick my clit and make me come!!!", she
heard
Maggie cry out. Her mother's eyes were shut and she had lifted her
head
off the slickly wet cock she had been sucking on. She continued to
stroke
the shaft with both hands, and a thin and whitish fluid seemed to
pulse
weakly from the tip. It was the largest cock she had ever seen, and
short
of measuring it, it certainly seemed larger than any described in her
biology textbook. Maggie then returned to the object of her affection,
and
opening her mouth widely, lowered her face onto it and devoured it.
Moments later, both partners began to shiver and shake, and Robby's
jism
began to seep out of Maggie's distended lips, to run down into his
pubic
hair and onto his lover's hands. Mary continued to stare, pie-eyed, as
her
mother swallowed the come and continued to jack on Robby's shaft.
Then,
when she had sucked as much out, she lifted her come soaked face and
turned back towards him. "Keep sucking, honey. I'll get you stiff
again so
we can fuck!", she said, still jacking on his semi-flaccid prick.
Turning
back, she put it in her mouth.
As silently as she could, Mary crawled on her belly past the porthole
and
continued towards the bow of the yacht. She had to tell somebody, and
her
grandmother was the one to tell. She would know what to do about this!
As
she reached the bow of the cabin, she heard more commotion coming from
the
owner's cabin. Kneeling, she peered into the window.
It was her brother, Jason, along with Caroline and Phoebe, and all
three
were naked and mingled together in a twisted array of limbs and
bodies.
Mary had never even heard of threesomes before, and she stared in
disgusted envy as the two sluts sucked and fondled her brother's
sizable
dick, even as he probed their cunts with his fingers. Both women were
ecstatic in their description of his "monstrous fuck tool", as Phoebe
called. Mary was astonished when Caroline remarked how hot it made
her,
watching Jason fuck Phoebe in the ass. The ass!!! Mary may not have
been
sexually experienced, but she knew the guy's cock didn't go into the
ass!
Or did it? She was very confused. She crept past this window as well,
now
having twice as much to tell Babs.
Continuing around the deck, Mary heard sounds of passion coming from a
third window. Fearing the worst, she looked in, only to find her
grandmother, naked as the day she was born, her back to the porthole,
straddling the torso of a man. From the location of the cabin, she
knew it
had to be the skipper's, and she could hear him grunting as he thrust
his
cock up into Babs. For her part, Babs was thrusting back and moaning
loudly, and Mary watched them orgasm, as a froth of white cream began
to
leak from her grandmother's cunt down onto the captain's hairy balls.
There was no way she could tell her grandmother about the goings on
aboard
the Bottoms Up; She was in on them, too! Dazed and confused, the
teenager
stumbled forward and sank down onto the deck, near the bow of the
boat. A
slight curve in the decking met her back, and she spread her beach
towel
behind her and lay down. She began to reminisce about her own
experiences
with boys.
Specifically, one boy, Bobby Mayhew. Mary had only started dating
after
she had turned sixteen, in late April, but all the boys in school had
seemed to know her birthday, since the next day they had started
asking
her out. She went out several times, enjoying the experience
immensely,
until she accepted an invitation to the movies with Bobby. She never
could
explain why she had gone out with him; he was so different from the
jocks
she normally hung out with. A redheaded cheerleader with big tits had
her
pick of the school athletes, but there was simply something about his
winsome smile that made her say yes.
Not that there was anything wrong with his looks, she recollected. He
was
a tall and slim junior, but definitely not skinny, and he seemed to
have a
wiry build. She had heard that he had some sort of advanced belt in
karate, and he could pick her up without even breathing hard. There
was
simply something about him she found incredibly appealing, and she
surprised herself by returning the kiss he gave her upon taking her
home
that evening. By their next date, she found herself kissing him
several
times, loving the feel of his lips on hers, as he wrapped her in his
tender yet strong embrace.
Their third date went much further. After leaving the school dance, he
drove to a deserted road outside the suburb they lived in, and talked
her
into climbing into the back seat with him. Mary knew her boyfriend
wanted
more than more kisses, but she trusted him and eagerly climbed in the
back
with him. They lay in each other's arms for quite a while, and Mary
reveled in the sensations of his lips, not simply on hers, but now
caressing her neck and breasts, for he had carefully unbuttoned her
blouse
and peeled her bra away from her breasts, to the accompaniment of her
heated moans. When he reached between them and unzipped his pants, she
acquiesced joyfully when, taking her hand, he had placed it on his hot
and
stiff cock. She had massaged it inexpertly until the moment she found
his
hand slipping under her skirt, to rub her pussy through her panties
and
pantyhose. She came massively, shaking and crying out, as she grasped
his
cock and began to jack on it madly. Seconds later, she felt a warm and
wet
sensation, and looked down to see a sticky white cream pulsing from
his
organ onto her naked belly.
The realization of what had just happened swept over her, and she sat
up,
putting a firm stop to whatever might happen next. Bobby put up only a
pro
forma argument before taking her home. He wasn't unhappy with the way
things had worked out, he had gotten off, so had she, and unless he
was
very much mistaken, things would go further the next time. Dropping
her
off, he asked to take her out the next weekend and she kissed him and
agreed.
Their next date went even better he had thought. Once they parked,
Mary
eagerly climbed into the back seat, and as soon as he was there,
wrapped
herself around him passionately. That night he not only got to her
tits,
she helped him remove her sweater and bra completely, so she was
straddling his legs topless, while he pawed and sucked at her tits.
The
problem had come when he had made a move on her jeans. She firmly told
him
'No!', and then blushingly explained that it was the wrong time for
that.
It took him several moments to understand, at which he let out a loud
groan of disappointment. "Jesus, but I'm worked up!", he exclaimed.
"Couldn't you, you know, take care of things!"
Mary gave him a startled look, then grinned, and pulled his pants
down. A
strong young cock looked back at her one-eyed, and she took it in her
hands to begin stroking it, as her date pinched her nipples. She was
pleasantly surprised when he began to spurt onto her belly and tits
again,
but was quite shocked by what came next. Rather than dress and go
home,
Bobby began to work her tits over again, until she came a second time,
then he asked for something more interesting. He pulled her forward
and
down, sticking his hardening dick in her face. Mary had heard about
this
from her friends at school, it was a blowjob, and they were simply
awful!
The strength of Bobby's arms was irresistible, however, and short of
crying rape and ruining everything, she could only give in. Opening
her
mouth, she was able to take in his cockhead and a few inches more
before
she began to gag. His climax minutes later surprised her, and she
found
herself with a mouthful of hot and slimy come, which she attempted to
spit
out, until she noticed that the flavor was both sweet and salty, and
not
at all unpleasant. She swallowed as much as she could, then licked the
dribbles off her hands and his cock. Thoroughly sated the two went
home,
and both knew that their next date would be even more eventful.
It had been, although not the way either had wished. Both expected to
go
'all the way', and since Mary was on the Pill, this would not be a
problem. After a brief session of heavy necking and petting, she gave
her
boyfriend a most commendable blowjob, and then allowed him to remove
her
pantyhose and panties. As she lay next to him, her legs spread and her
clothes half off in the cramped confines of the car, she eagerly accep
ted
his fingers roaming her pussy and rubbing her clit. Things changed
drastically when he inserted a finger into her pussy, as she felt some
pain, and when he inserted a second and pushed them deeper, she felt a
terrible pain and tear, and screamed in pain. Looking between her
legs,
she had seen a ghastly mix of blood and her own fuck juice, and became
damn near hysterical. Bobby was devastated by what happened. Neither
had
expected that the loss of her maidenhead would be so traumatic, and
while
her lover wasn't a virgin, she was his first maiden. He cleaned her up
as
best he could with his handkerchief and undershirt, and the bleeding
had
stopped after a brief period, but the whole experience put them both
off,
and he drove her home with their love unconsummated. The next day she
called him to say she was feeling much better, and that when she got
back
from her vacation, they would go out again. Left unsaid but implied
was
that they would continue where they left off.
That had been only days before her family had flown to the Caribbean
for
their vacation, and now that she was ready to become a women, he
wasn't
around to tend to her growing needs. She had never felt so constantly
horny as she had since she had gotten on the Bottoms Up, and she
wanted
Bobby to fuck her intensely.
Ten feet higher and forty foot rearward, the last two people on the
yacht
were up on the flying bridge. Malcolm asked Reeves, "So are those
patches
working?" The sea they were motoring through was like greenish blue
glass,
absolutely calm. The last voyage had seen Reeves feeding the fish
non-stop; neither Dramamine nor Bonine worked a bit for the man.
"Just fine, although they tend to make me a bit sleepy.", he replied.
"They'll do that. You know, they're nothing more than a Band-Aid
soaked in
scopolamine. You can literally cut them in half and only get half the
dosage. You might want to give that a thought."
Reeves thanked him and looked around. He noticed Mary first, as she
sashayed to the bow dressed only in her miniscule swimsuit. He watched
her
briefly, then said, "Boss, check out the bow."
Comically, Malcolm swung the binoculars he was peering through to the
front of the ship and began scanning the horizon. "What is it Reeves?
What'd you see?", he asked in a concerned voice.
Reeves gave a low laugh and pulled the binoculars from his hands.
"It's a
hell of a lot closer than the horizon, Doc. Check out our bow." He
pointed
down to the tanning teen.
They both watched silently, grins creasing their tanned faces. Mary
had
squirted suntan lotion into her hands and was busy rubbing it all over
her
lush young body. They both enjoyed the way that her D cup tits needed
a
lot of lotion. As her hands moved lower, to oil her thighs and belly,
Malcolm commented, "My, my, but there's a young lady that needs to be
hailed and boarded."
"Har, har, har, matey. Methinks I should go down there and do my
piratical
best." Reeves turned to climb down the ladder, to be stopped by a hand
on
his shoulder. He turned to face Malcolm, a curious look on his face.
"If you don't mind, old friend, please don't. I promised myself this
one.", Malcolm said. Reeves stopped and turned to face him. "Besides,
she
only met you for a few minutes the other night and this morning.
Realistically, I'm much more likely to be able to break through her
final
shell and release her passions and needs. Trust me, you'll be able to
have
all you can handle of her soon enough!"
Reeves shrugged and turned back towards the bow. "Maybe so, but if I
don't
get some of that soon...", he said, pointing down at the girl. Below
them,
Mary had pulled her top triangles to the sides and had begun rubbing
lotion onto her nipples, while one hand had slipped into her bikini
bottom
to begin frigging herself with a greasy hand. "...I will simply go
bust!"
Malcolm laughed at his friend and employee. "What, didn't Phoebe take
care
of your requirements last night? I'm surprised."
Reeves gave him a sly grin. "The real surprise is that Phoebe got any
sleep at all. She did have all three of us to take care of." At
Malcolm's
curious look, he elaborated. "Let's just say that Phoebe didn't help
with
moving any of the stuff out of the fifth cabin and that the room was
too
small for more than two of us to work at any given time. The third man
always seemed to have to go and check on how Phoebe was doing."
"And just how was Phoebe doing? Jason and I walked in on her and the
Captain taking a rest break, and it didn't seem very restful at all!"
"Let me guess, she was taking it up the ass?" Malcolm nodded in
assent.
Reeves nodded in agreement. "She was in a bit of a rare mood, she
really
preferred it that way last night. Later on she did a triple before we
collapsed and fell asleep."
Malcolm smiled and the pair turned back to watch Mary masturbating on
the
bow.
Chapter 16
It was shortly after one when a small island was spotted off the port
bow,
and Captain Jimmy adjusted the yacht's course to approach it. He and
the
other frolicking fornicators had come back on deck at noon, for a
hearty
lunch, and had taken the wheel on the main bridge. Most of the others
surrounded him as he described the island as they came closer.
"It's not really all that much of an island, maybe a mile long and
half
that wide, at best. It's never had anybody living there permanently
that
I've ever heard of, although the Navy had an outpost on it for a bit
during the Second World War."
"Whatever for?", asked Jason. "We're out in the middle of nowhere."
"That's the reason. Back when the war started, the Germans were
sinking
ships left and right with their U-boats. We couldn't do a whole lot
about
it at the time, so they would stick a half dozen guys on these little
islands, with water, rations, and a radio, to keep an eye out for
subs.
Well, it was pretty crappy duty, and as soon as they had ramped up
production of PBYs and Catalinas, they pulled them off and started
patrolling by airplane."
"What could be so bad about duty like that? A sunny tropical island,
nobody shooting at you...Harry would have killed for this. He served
out
the war on a destroyer, and said you were either bored out of your
mind or
scared to death.", commented Babs.
"That's the military for you.", agreed the Skipper. "Still, these guys
weren't doing it the way we are, with beer, lobster, and, excuse me
for
saying it, a boatload of beautiful women." Babs blushed but grinned
anyway. "Imagine a month of eight on and eight off, humping around a
Springfield rifle and staring at the sea with binoculars, and nothing
but
K-rations and chlorinated water and the ugly faces of your buddies.
I'd
have gone nuts, and I've done that sort of shit before!"
He continued steering the boat around the small island, which was
halfway
between the stereotypical desert island with a single palm tree and
the
stereotypical lush tropical paradise. It only rose a couple of hundred
feet above the water line and was covered mostly in a thin grass and
even
thinner scrub. There were several small and separated beaches, and at
the
center of the island, what appeared to be a tower. "Right now I'm
looking
for the dock that was put up for launches. It's pretty much shot and
we
won't be able to use it, but it'll be deep enough there to pull in and
anchor. We'll go in by launch.", he said referring to the large,
outboard
powered, rigid hulled inflatable stored next to a small davit at the
stern. A few minutes later, Robby sang out and pointed, and the
captain
swung the wheel, turning the yacht in to shore. The dock was, indeed,
quite unusable and now consisted of only a few waterlogged pilings,
but
the water was comfortably deep enough to allow them to anchor. Looking
at
the pilings, Captain Jimmy said, "Looks like they've had one too many
hurricane for that dock."
By two, the yacht had been anchored fore and aft. The launch was put
into
the water and Robby began ferrying people ashore. It took him two
trips to
get everybody to the small beach, and once they were all there, the
skipper gave the plan for the day. "Well, welcome to paradise, folks.
Robby, Phoebe, and I will set up camp, so to speak, right where we
are.
Dinner will be when the sun starts to set, or sometime before, or
sometime
after. If you want, there's some sort of watch tower at the high point
of
this place, such that it is, but it's probably in the same shape as
the
dock. If you get lost, just head toward the blue stuff - that'll be
the
ocean - and walk around the island until you sea a big, white boat.
And
remember, bring your trash back. See you later."
Everybody immediately began to talk, arguing about which way to go and
what to do. Reeves listened briefly, then said, "So, what's the big
deal?
This island is so small we can walk around it in an hour! Let's split
up
and meet at the other end." Malcolm and Babs nodded in agreement and
it
was settled. Everybody was dressed in swimsuits and sneakers or
borrowed
flip-flops, so they all grabbed beach towels, bottles of water and
tanning
lotion, and took off.
"Let's go this way.", Malcolm said to Mary. She nodded and they began
walking to the left, the western side of the island. Caroline, Maggie,
and
Reeves headed eastward, while Babs and her grandson were adventurous,
deciding to go overland and see the watchtower. The going was easy,
but
the beach was surprisingly narrow, with a washed away overhang to the
side, and they bumped hips constantly as they walked along. Mary
didn't
mind at all, and walked by Malcolm's side rather than hang back and
follow.
They had gone maybe a third of a mile when the beach widened out
again.
Looking around, Malcolm saw that they had passed around a bend in the
shoreline and were out of sight of the base camp. Stopping, he shook
out
his towel and began to spread it out. Mary stopped and watched
curiously.
"We aren't at the other end yet.", she said.
"Really?", he asked innocently. "Are you sure? It seems awfully close
to a
mile to me. Once the others get here, we'll just have to measure the
distance, won't we. In the meantime, let's go take a swim." Malcolm
kicked
off his sneakers and dug his toes into the warm sand.
Mary grinned and kicked off her flip-flops. "You're an evil man,
Doctor
Jensen, an evil man! You're leading me astray."
"Nonsense, young lady. I'm a medical professional, and my diagnosis is
they're all chubby. They need a good walk to burn off the calories."
He
held his hand out to Mary, and she untied her wrap skirt, then took
his
hand. They ran down to the water and dove in.
They swam briefly, then Mary squealed as Malcolm pushed her from
behind
and she went under the surf. Coming up for air, she sputtered and was
forced to adjust her tiny bikini top since both her large tits had
popped
free. Whirling on her attacker, she viciously splashed water in his
face
until he closed on her and ducked her under again. The give and take
went
on for several minutes, during which Malcolm was able to see almost
all of
the busty young beauty's charms, and Mary was nudged repeatedly by the
sturdy erection hidden by his swim trunks. Finally, after she managed
to
climb up on his back and hold him under for almost a minute, Malcolm
found
his footing and stood straight. Mary found herself getting a piggy
back
ride back to their towels, and finished adjusting her top as best she
could.
Malcolm promptly grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and began to rub
it
into his arms, chest, and legs. Handing it to her, he said, "Here, do
my
back, then I'll do you." Mary poured some in her hands and began to
massage it into his strong shoulders. Her hands lingered as they oiled
his
lower back and sides, as she began to wonder what it would be like to
oil
up that cock which had been nudging her earlier. A surreptitious look
confirmed that it hadn't softened. Malcolm broke her reverie by
twisting
around. "Your turn, lie down.", he ordered.
Mary promptly lay down and stretched out on the overly large beach
towel.
She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the afternoon sun.
She
shivered as Malcolm's strong hands began to rub the oil into her
shoulders
and arms, and she luxuriated in the feel as he drew his palms down her
flanks. This was more than simply rubbing lotion on her skin to
protect
her from the sun, it was more like a sensual deep massage. At his
comment
that she should take off her top, she could only murmur incoherently
in
agreement, and let him slip the ties at her neck and back and pull it
from
beneath her. She never even noticed when he undid the ties holding her
bottom together and peeled it off and set it aside. Naked, she lay
baking
under the warm sun as her host lovingly basted her pliant body. Her
own
juices had begun to dribble from her pussy and down to her supple
tummy.
Stopping briefly as the girl half-dozed, Malcolm leaned back and
smiled at
his handiwork. Only a little bit more, he thought. Quietly he slipped
his
trunks off and let his erection jut forth proudly, then moved back
towards
her. "Other side.", he commented and gently tugged her face up. Mary's
eyes remained closed as she complied. Part of her mind knew that she
was
totally nude and that Malcolm had begun to rub oil onto her proudly
upthrust breasts, but mostly she rejoiced in the small orgasms she was
experiencing as he fondled her acquiescent form. She simply moaned
quietly
and enjoyed.
Malcolm was stunned by her beauty as he began to massage her massive
tits.
A glance at her groin confirmed her desire; her bald pudenda was puffy
and
flushed, and very, very wet. Moving a hand down past her deep navel,
he
began to massage her pussy, inserting a tiring finger into the pink
cleft
and rubbing firmly but gently the bud he could see slightly at it's
apex.
Mary's eyes opened with a start as her orgasm went into overdrive.
This
was far, far better than anything that Bobby had done with her, and
she
gasped out a series of high pitched moans as she fought for some
semblance
of control over her body. She failed utterly, and collapsed back as
the
waves of pleasure shot from her cunt to her tits and reversed, her
body
shuddering as she stared at Malcolm's cock pulsing near her face. His
was
the first uncircumcised dick she had ever seen, and she was too
inexperienced to note that the fact that his glans was sticking well
past
his foreskin showed his excitement as well.
She rode the crest of the wave as long as possible, until panting and
sweating, Malcolm let her down from the peak. Looking up at him, she
could
sense his desire and need, and knew her own as well. As Malcolm sat
back
on his heels, she twisted up and around, and put her head in his
crotch.
Opening her mouth widely, she took his organ inside and closed her
lips
around his cockshaft.
The hot and horny teen's mouth was like the sweetest balm to the older
man. He cradled her head in his lap as she began to suction him, her
tongue swirling around the exquisitely sensitive cockhead. His first
coherent thought was that she may have been a virgin, but this was
definitely not the first blowjob she had ever given, and the odds were
heavily in his favor that she would swallow his upcoming come. He
continued to fondle Mary's lush cunt as she began to jack his shaft
and
fondle his nuts, and was proved correct. Grunting and gasping out,
"Oh,
God, here it comes!", he looked down to see her thrust her face as far
forward as possible, to take the torrent spewing from his cock, her
Adam's
apple bobbing as she gulped down his jism effortlessly. When the last
drop
had been milked from his softening cock and draining balls, she pulled
away and licked her lips. Sagging back, they smiled at each other in
satisfaction.
"More.", she pled.
In response, Malcolm said, "Until the damn thing falls off.", then
crawled
between her outstretched and oily legs. Laying down, he lifted her
thighs
up and placed them over his shoulders, then lowered his lips to her
hot
and moist cunt. Reaching around her thighs, he spread her pussy lips
with
his finger tips and began to lick her twat.
Bobby had never done this before! Screaming in a renewed climax,
Mary's
tiny feet pounded at Malcolm's back as he licked and sucked her
clitoris.
Her only respite was when he shifted his focus from her clit to
licking
cunt juice from the flowing pink tunnel beneath it. She was able to
struggle upwards to rest on her elbows and stare between her legs as
his
face burrowed into her crotch, then threw her head back and collapsed
backwards as he renewed his assault on the throbbing bud. She barely
noticed as he brought his hands up to pinch and pull on her protruding
nipples.
Finally, unable to bear any further pleasure, Mary was forced to
crudely
grab Malcolm by the ears and pull him away. Looking into his grinning
face, drenched with her pussy juice, she simply begged, "Fuck me?
Please?"
Grinning down at his supine and eager charge, Malcolm climbed to his
knees, letting her knees slide from his shoulders. Idly brushing some
loose sand from his reinvigorated manhood, he lifted her legs again
and
pushed her knees back so that they were almost touching her tits. Then
he
crawled forward, spreading her legs wide, and rubbed the underside of
his
cock along her slit, his cockhead ringing the bell of her clit. As she
gasped in anticipation, he leaned forward and buried himself in a
single
swift thrust, tucking his arms under her knees.
Mary cried out again as yet another orgasm swept over her. Sweet
Jesus,
why had she ever stopped Bobby from doing this weeks ago! Babbling an
incoherent, "Yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me...", she thrashed beneath
her
first lover, her cunt grasping at the cock pistoning away inside it.
***
On the other side of the island, Caroline and Reeves had similar ideas
concerning Mary's mother. Although the beach they chose was closer to
the
far end of the island, they, too, stopped and spread out their towels.
Surprised, Maggie asked, "What's up? Why are we stopping?"
Reeves answered, "Why, we don't need to go any farther than this for
what
we had planned."
"What did you have planned?"
She was even more surprised by the response. Reeves and Caroline moved
up
to her sandwiching her between them. Then, as Reeves lightly gripped
her
upper arms, Caroline announced, "We planned on fucking you!" She
followed
up by taking Maggie's face in her hands and leaning in to kiss her
thoroughly, her lips devouring her victim's as her tongue forced it's
way
into Maggie's mouth.
Maggie was utterly startled, to the point where resistance wasn't even
considered. By the time she had considered it, she discovered that her
own
mouth was open and that she was eagerly returning Caroline's kiss, and
that her pussy was flooding with slick moistness. It had been years
since
her last girl-girl tryst, but all the moves came back naturally.
Stepping back slightly, Caroline sank to her knees and kissed Maggie
softly between her legs. Then, as Reeves removed her bikini top and
reached around to cup and fondle Maggie's breasts, Caroline untied the
woman's skirt and bottom. Finally she reached around Maggie to place
her
hands on Reeves' swimsuit. Firmly grasping the waistband, she tugged
it
down below the hardon digging into Maggie's ass, and as he stepped out
of
the swim trunks, he slid his cock between her spread legs.
Maggie was overwhelmed with desire, and neither of her assailants had
any
trouble lowering her to the overlapped beach towels beneath them. They
stayed in position, and maneuvered her onto her side, with Caroline
kissing her from the front while Reeves nuzzled her neck from behind,
his
cock thrusting between her thighs. Maggie returned the favor by
helping
Caroline strip, then began to feverishly comply with the unspoken
instructions she was given.
Placing a hand in Maggie's crotch, Caroline spread her fingers and
Maggie
spread her legs wide to allow her hostess access to her shaved snatch.
As
soon as she had lifted her upper leg, Caroline pressed Reeve's bulbous
purple cockhead inside and he pushed himself easily into the tight yet
slick tunnel. Maggie moaned with pleasure as she felt him mover deeper
and
deeper, while Caroline sucked her nipples and played with her clit. By
the
time Reeves exploded deep inside her, flooding Caroline's hand with
their
mixed come, Maggie was shuddering in her most intense orgasm in years.
"God, I haven't done that in years!", she exclaimed.
"Done what? Fucked? Or been with another woman?", asked Caroline.
"Been with another woman. Not since I was a senior in college."
"So tell us!", demanded Caroline. Reeves rolled onto his back, his
cock
slipping wetly from between Maggie's thighs as a flood of come
followed.
"Well, my boyfriend and I decided to go up to my room in my sorority
house
and go to bed. We knew my roommate was there, but we figured it was
late,
and we could keep things quiet. What we didn't know was that she had
brought her own boyfriend over. We couldn't see him since it was dark
and
was sleeping on the other side of her. So we got undressed and climbed
into the lower bunk and got it on. When we were done, we looked up and
saw
two faces over the side of the bed, laughing and cheering and
clapping. It
was so embarrassing!"
"So what happened next?"
"Well, we both started talking and bragging about how good in bed we
were,
and egging each other on to prove it, so our boyfriends told us to
prove
it. They actually got down on the floor and stretched out side by
side,
and had us climb out of bed to fuck them! First they had us suck them
off,
then climb on top and ride their cocks. It was just so totally
intense!"
"What, did you swap off?"
"No, the guys weren't into that, but they sure got off on watching!
But
after that they were a little too pooped to party. My roommate said
that
guys always seemed to like girls getting it on, so we got into some
sixty-nine until they were up and around again. God, we fucked all
night
long! As soon as they wimped out, we went down on each other and they
popped right back up. It was so cool."
"Well, let's get it on while Reeves recuperates.", said Caroline. She
twisted around and laid back on the towel. Maggie sat up and knelt
over
Caroline's face, then leaned forward as Caroline began to lick up
Reeves'
jism. By the time they had licked each other to orgasm, Reeves had
recovered and was kneeling behind Caroline's head.
Caroline looked up to see the slim cock with the oversized knob and
slid
it into Maggie's pussy, forcing a new wave of juice to wash out onto
her
waiting tongue. Then she had a different idea. As Reeves pulled back
for
another stroke, she tugged his cockhead loose, then raised it higher.
Spreading Maggie's ass cheeks wide, she aimed him at the crinkled
brown
ring and guided him in. Maggie promptly pushed back at her anal
intruder,
gasping as she shivered with a renewed orgasm.
Afterwards, disdaining their swimsuits, the threesome ran down to the
ocean to wash off and frolic some more. They both tormented Reeves
some
more, then after he lay down in the gentle surf like in the movie From
Here To Eternity, Caroline mounted him while Maggie sat on his face.
They
played with each other's breasts and cunt until Reeves filled Caroline
with a load of come, which Maggie politely cleaned out for her.
***
Jason followed his grandmother up what had once been a path and was
now
simply a clear space through the thin grass. Up ahead they could see a
ramshackle small tower, rundown and barely standing, that soldiers had
used two generations ago. However Jason wasn't paying attention to the
sights, his eyes were on Babs' ass swinging side to side in front of
him.
It was hard to believe, but he didn't think she had on the bottom of
her
swimsuit. At least he couldn't see the side tie on her hip where the
tiny
skirt opened up.
In actuality, after Babs had finished screwing the captain, she had
completely forgotten to put her panties back on. Their uninhibited
coupling had reminded her strongly of fucking her dead husband Harry,
and
she had never worn panties or pants around the house with him! Harry
had
been such a good fuck, she had never wanted anything to slow him in
his
pursuit of happiness. So she had simply tied the skirt around her hips
and
pulled her bikini top back on and completely forgotten that she was
bare-assed naked to anybody who happened to be following her at a
lower
angle.
Just like Jason was following her now. As they walked up the low hill,
he
could see glimpses of her bare ass cheeks swiveling beneath the
miniscule
wrap, and as she looked around, her bouncing breasts were only barely
restrained by their halter. Jason's cock, so well trained by his
morning
session with Phoebe and Caroline, strained at his shorts. Babs was
oblivious to her youngest grandchild, unaware that he was no longer
viewing her as his beloved grandmother, but as a somewhat older but
incredibly hot chick who needed a good hard fucking.
Things got worse for Jason once they reached the summit and got up to
the
remains of the tower. Little was left standing but some rusted
supports
and a wobbly ladder going up one side. Announcing, "Ladies first!",
Babs
stepped gingerly onto the lower rungs and climbed carefully up,
keeping
her feet well to the sides, where support seemed surest. Below and
behind
her, Jason got vivid proof that his grandmother had indeed left the
boat
without all of her bathing suit on! Staring up from below, the young
man
saw everything, from her smooth white ass cheeks, to the tiny ring of
her
sphincter, to the valley between her thighs, and on to the smooth
shaven
slit on her front side. Babs' pussy gaped open to him, her pink hole
and
engorged clitoris beckoning wetly to him.
Babs was wet for the simple reason that the tower had been well
spotted.
Although she couldn't see back over the rise to the beach they had
landed
on, the rest of the island was laid out like a diorama before her. To
her
right she could make out her daughter straddling Reeves' cock while
Caroline took a mustache ride, to her left she could clearly see
Malcolm
taking her granddaughter from behind, at the water's edge. Neither
female
seemed to be complaining, except for wanting it harder and faster, and
Babs felt herself become extremely stimulated at the sights. Her pussy
began to moisten alarmingly as her nipples stiffened, and below and
behind
her Jason could see a trickle of juice seeping out. His stiff cock
became
even stiffer.
Suddenly the rusted out ladder collapsed with a shrieking tear of
abused
metal and Babs found herself falling backwards. Fortunately, she
didn't
have far to fall, as the surprised woman found herself landing in the
arms
of her equally surprised grandson. Together they fell onto the grass
as
the tower collapsed in slow motion away from them.
Babs found herself sitting on her grandson's lap and struggled
upright.
Jason set his hands behind him and did the same. His eyes didn't see
the
collapsing tower however. Instead they were transfixed by his
grandmother's appearance. In the fall, her tiny wrap skirt had
unwrapped,
baring her from the breasts down. Almost as bad, her bikini top had
slipped sideways, so that now both her monumental breasts were
dangling
before him. It was beyond him to do more than stare at her bare jugs
and
pussy. Babs was equally transfixed. In setting herself aright, she had
placed a hand in Jason's lap, and the shorts he had been wearing low
on
his hips had slid down to mid-thigh. She placed her hand smack on her
grandson's gloriously erect johnson.
Staring down at his cock, Babs spoke first. "Jason, I had no idea you
were
so big!" She made no move to remove her hand.
Jason gulped audibly and attempted to stammer out some sort of reply;
he
failed. His dick spoke for him, however, pulsing in Babs' hand, a tiny
droplet of precum pooling on his glans. Babs instinctively began to
stroke
his cockshaft, and Jason exploded, spurting his come into the air and
onto
her tits. "Oh, God!", he said weakly.
Babs was too far gone in her lust at the sight of her grandson's
orgasm to
care about the taboo against incest. She continued to milk his organ
of
his jism, and lifted her breasts to her lips to swallow the gleaming
white
droplets. His cock swiftly stiffened. Pushing Jason flat on the sandy
grass, Babs silently straddled his waist and impaled herself on the
youth.
Reaching behind her, she untied and removed her skewed top and tossed
it
aside. As Jason moaned and began thrusting upwards with his hips, his
grandmother began to ride his cock, bouncing on her knees and
thrusting
downwards, moaning in unison with him. He came a second time, and she
could feel his come jetting against the walls of her spasming pussy as
she
joined him in orgasm.
As they calmed down, Babs stretched her legs behind her and lay down
on
Jason. Her tight cunt grasped at his softening cock but failed to keep
it
inside her, and it slipped free. Jason was startled alive again as the
flood of juice poured forth to coat and cool his well drained balls in
the
afternoon breeze. Bab propped herself up on his slim chest and smiled
down. "That was interesting, wasn't it?", she asked.
"Uh, yeah, very interesting.", he commented. "Um, we aren't supposed
to do
this, are we?" He had no idea what to say to a naked lady, especially
when
she was lying on top of him, especially when she was his grandmother.
"It felt good, didn't it?", she teased.
"It felt great!", he admitted.
"Jason, do you understand why incest is bad? The real reason?" The boy
looked up at her curiously, so she continued. "It's because in
societies
where birth control is unknown or imperfect, inbreeding causes severe
birth defects, at an astonishingly high level. But I can't get
pregnant, I
hit menopause years ago."
"Oh." Jason wasn't exactly sure what menopause was, but he did know
that
old women, like a grandmother, couldn't get knocked up, although it
was
damn difficult for him to admit that the woman he had just screwed
fell in
the category of 'old woman'. She had just given him a fuck that either
Caroline or Phoebe would have been proud to provide, and his eyes
shifted
lower, to the nipples digging stiffly into his sparse chest hairs.
"So you see, incest really doesn't apply, not in the strict biological
sense. Do you understand that?"
"Uh, I guess so. Does that mean what we just did is okay?", asked the
confused youth.
She smiled back down at him. Already she could feel his prick stirring
between her legs. "Sort of. It means we can't tell anybody once we
leave
to go home. But in the meantime, it means that we can have some fun.
Did
you enjoy what just happened?"
"Sweet Jesus, yes!!!", the boy exclaimed. "Can we do it again?"
Babs shifted atop him and placed a hand on his sticky and wet cock.
She
began to stroke life back into it, and said, "If you'd like. I'd like
to
go another round. What would you like to do? Or maybe I should ask,
what
do you know about so far? Was I your first?", she asked gently.
Jason blushed and shook his head, no. After some more prompting, he
recounted his adventures with Caroline and Phoebe earlier in the day.
By
the time he was finished, his prick was erect and pointing at the sky
above them.
Babs crawled off him and knelt naked at his side. "Well, I'd like to
do
something a little different. It's called doggy style, and it's my
most
favorite way to fuck in the whole world. Your cock goes really deep
inside
me and we both will really enjoy it. Would you like to try that?"
"Yeah, sure!" Jason sat up. "What do I do? And why's it called 'doggy
style'?"
Babs turned and got into position, kneeling and spreading her knees
wide,
while lowering her arms and tits to the beach towel. "I'll explain
later.
Now, crawl up behind me, just like you did when you fucked Phoebe in
the
asshole this morning. Then, put your cock into my cunt and push it
forward."
"Do you want me to put it in your ass, too, Grandma?", he asked. He
assumed the position and slowly entered her dripping twat.
Babs moaned with pleasure and pushed backwards firmly. "Oh, not right
now.", she moaned. "Maybe some other time, but just fuck me, Jason.",
she
begged.
Jason took a firm hold of her hips and began to slowly move his cock
back
and forth inside her surprisingly tight pussy. He could feel every
fold
and bump in the dark and wet channel, and she was right, he could get
in
really deep. "Do you like it in the ass, Grandma? Phoebe says she sure
does."
"Ohhhhh, yes darling, Grandma loves to assfuck!", she moaned, coming
again. "I swear, I'll let you fuck my ass some other time, ohhh, just
fuck
my pussy, fuck my pussy,..." Her moans became incoherent as she
continued
coming, slumping down onto the beach towel. Jason followed her down,
lying
on top of her as he continued to pummel her from the rear. Phoebe had
really liked it when he had reached around to play with her dangling
tits,
so he decided to try it on Babs as well. She let out a cry of pleasure
as
his hands snaked around and cupped her D cup tits, to knead and fondle
her
erect and aroused nipples.
"That's it, Jason, that's it! Fuck me, fuck me!", she cried aloud.
Jason went into overdrive as he felt his own orgasm approaching. "Play
with your pussy, Grandma!", he pleaded. In response, Babs pulled her
hands
beneath her and lifted her hips slightly, her fingers sliding down to
her
drenched and inflamed clitoris. She began shaking anew, in a massive
come,
as her grandson began spewing more come into her now thoroughly
satisfied
cunt. He collapsed atop her as his hips instinctively writhed, pumping
jism into her until nothing more was left. Exhausted, he slid off, and
Babs languidly rolled over to kiss him and cuddle in his tired arms.
***
Back at the landing, Phoebe promptly took charge. Although Robby and
the
captain grinned and rolled their eyes at her commands, they
good-naturedly
took the outboard-powered raft back to the boat, whereupon they made
several round trips with supplies for the lobster bake. By
mid-afternoon,
they had erected a dining fly and had thrown down several large beach
blankets under it, while Phoebe had dug a fire pit and gathered
driftwood.
Finished, the pair went back to the yacht and brought back several
large
coolers filled with beer and soda.
After bringing the coolers out of the sun under the fly, they smirked
and
headed for Phoebe. Smiling, she held up her hands in protest. "You two
aren't done yet! Where's the lobsters? No dinner, no dessert!", she
exclaimed.
Groaning in protest, the captain and his crewman stripped off their
shirts
and began to don facemasks, snorkels, and fins. To lessen the sting of
her
naysaying, Phoebe pulled her undersized tank top off and shook her
tits at
the men. "Bring back some lobsters and I'll let you take a little
break."
She picked up a tube of lotion and squirted some in her hands, to
begin
rubbing her mountains of titflesh. The pair smiled and headed out to
sea.
Captain Jimmy preceded his nephew, his face down in the water, peering
through the crystal blue water for rock lobsters. Looking back, he was
heartily disgusted to see that the younger man had stopped in a spot
he
had just swam over. Ducking under the waves, Robby surfaced shortly
carrying a lobster by its carapace. He waved it at his uncle and
headed
back in. Snorting in disgust at missing an easy lobster and at missing
a
blowjob, Captain Jimmy turned back to search for his own.
Robby's capture had been so rapid that Phoebe was still oiling her
body on
the shore. He kicked off his swim fins and tossed the lobster in the
large
pot provided for them, then strode up to the expectant Phoebe.
Grasping
the waistband of his trunks, he pushed them down to his knees, then
stood
before her with his prodigious organ pointing at her. Phoebe knelt and
took him in her mouth, as Robby put his hands in her hair and drew her
closer. Phoebe opened her jaws wide, as he facefucked her urgently. To
the
side, he could see his uncle returning with a pair of lobsters, and he
wanted to come fast. Phoebe cupped his balls and inhaled his cock, and
Robby stiffened and began to spew down her throat.
By the time Robby had come and Phoebe had pulled away, she found the
Captain standing over her, stepping out of his shorts with his nine
inches
waving in her face. "Back to work, you.", he told Robby brusquely,
then
repeated his command much more pleasantly to the big-titted cook. As
Robby
pulled his shorts back on and headed back into the surf, the captain
began
receiving the same exemplary service his crewman had just experienced.
Phoebe's task were simple, to keep the men collecting lobsters and to
keep
them happy at the same time. Topless, she went about her task with
gusto,
servicing them as they returned to land with lobsters. By the time the
rest of the amorous adventurers had returned to the beach, the three
of
them were exhaustedly sleeping on the blankets. Both men were naked
and
snoring loudly, their pubic hairs matted with sweat and jism, while
Phoebe
dozed, her legs spread wide, their come running from her pussy and
asshole.
Phoebe awoke at the sound of the laughter coming from the returning
fornicators. Rubbing the sleep and come from her eyes, she crept from
between her lovers and joined the others, to plan the rest of the
evening.
She and Malcolm took the launch back to the yacht and returned fifteen
minutes later, after she had taken a fast freshwater shower and
Malcolm
had found clothing for the various men. Then Caroline, Babs, Maggie,
and
Mary took the launch out to clean up and dress. Behind them they left
the
men and Phoebe to prepare dinner and dress.
First stop was in the main salon, where Caroline went behind the wet
bar
and returned with two handfuls of cold beer. Maggie was on the verge
of
asking for a Coke for Mary, then stopped. "Aw, fuck it!", she
exclaimed.
"After what you've been up to today, you might as well have a beer.
You've
done every other depraved thing possible! But don't think this is
going to
become a habit." She handed her opened beer bottle to her daughter and
took another from Caroline. Stripping off her bikini, she went below
to
the head and showered.
Mary and Babs followed Caroline to the master cabin. "Until you guys
get
some new clothes, you're going to have to borrow mine. We're going to
have
an orgy tonight, so pick out some appropriate things."
"What the hell is appropriate clothing for an orgy?", asked Babs.
"I've
never been to one before."
"Never?"
"Like I said, Harry was pretty conservative about that sort of thing.
He
liked to fuck me anywhere, anytime, but wasn't into sharing. It was
look
but don't touch."
"Well, tonight is going to be more casual than some..."
Mary interrupted her, staring and exclaiming, "You mean, you've been
to
formal orgies?!?"
Caroline laughed. "Been to them? Why, my dear, I've hosted them! Our
New
Year's Eve party is an annual high point in some circles!" She waved
off
the awestruck expressions on both her guests' faces. "Oh, don't worry,
this is simply going to be something simple."
"So, what do we wear?," repeated Babs.
"Well, it's very simple. Not much. You can forget about underwear, and
high heels and stockings would be pretty silly on a beach. Say, a
skirt
and a top, or a dress, something you can loosen or ease open as the
night
progresses, then remove or fuck in as you feel like. The kind of
clothing
you might have worn for Harry on a Saturday afternoon." Babs grinned,
remembering exactly how she had dressed and acted for their weekend
two
person 'orgies'.
At that point, Maggie returned and Caroline walked down the hall to
shower. Babs and Mary explained the dress code for the evening. Mary
had
participated in a few orgies, at least while in college, so she
understood
the plan. While waiting her turn to wash off Malcolm's come, Mary
turned
to her grandmother and said, "I simply can't believe that you and
Granddad
used to screw around!"
Babs laughed at her granddaughter, then laughed louder at her
daughter's
remark. "Hell, you were just a little kid when Daddy died. I lived
with
them and I still can't believe it!"
"Oh, God, how could you have missed it?", exclaimed Babs. "The man was
a
horny old goat! Didn't you ever notice that when he came home from the
office, I always went upstairs with him to talk? We never talked! We
fucked! Or how I was always going off on business trips with Harry on
a
weekend? Nobody does business on a weekend; we took no-undie vacations
on
those 'business trips'. And did you ever see me wearing pants or
slacks?
Your Dad liked to be able to get at the goods." Babs giggled at the
memories.
Maggie simply shook her head with a rueful smile. "I'm shocked and
scandalized, mother. Somehow, I had always assumed the pair of you
were
the world's oldest virgins. I mean, I knew otherwise, but I had no
idea!
Daddy? He was just a big old teddy bear.", she said, repeating her
earlier
comment.
"Ah, you should have seen him when he was younger, honey. Your Daddy
was a
real studmuffin, let me tell you." Both Maggie and her daughter
guffawed
at the description of Harry Meredith as a studmuffin, it was so at
odds
with their remembrance of the man, but Babs was not dissuaded.
Caroline
returned in time to hear, "Let me tell you, the man had a ten inch
dick
and knew what to do with it and did it several times a day. Stud City,
girls, Stud City."
Babs and Mary took their turns at the shower while Caroline pulled
clothing out suitable for a beach orgy. When everybody was cleaned up,
they tossed their towels aside and took the clothing they had selected
back to the main salon, to dress and have another round of beers.
Caroline handed the beer to Mary with the question, "So Mary, you've
got
to tell me. I'm dying to know. Had you ever done it before today?"
Maggie
and Babs looked on with considerable interest.
Mary shrugged and sipped at her beer. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but
it
wasn't the first she had ever had. "Yeah, pretty much."
Maggie eyed her and said, "Now what the hell does that mean? You
either
have or your haven't. Which is it?"
"Well, Bobby and I haven't gone all the way yet, but we've gotten
pretty
close. I gave him a few blowjobs and a handjob, and he's fingerfucked
me a
few times, but we haven't actually screwed yet. God I can't wait to
get
home to fuck him.", she exclaimed. She couldn't believe how open she
was
being, unaware of the powerful impact of 'the drug' on her inhibitions
and
libido, and Maggie had an equally hard time believing what her
daughter
was saying. Babs snorted in amusement. "We were going to on our last
date,
but when my cherry popped, it scared me so much we stopped.", she said
in
a matter-of-fact tone.
Caroline broke in and commented, "Um, let's think about that for a
moment,
kiddo. Do you really think it would be such a good idea to go running
home
to tell the guy you were going to give it up to that you've been
fucking
your brains out all over the Caribbean? You think that maybe he might
not
quite understand?"
Mary was horrified at the thought. "Oh, shit, no! What do I do?"
Babs answered for Caroline. "Simple, child. You do what women have
done
throughout history, you lie through your teeth. Don't tell him a damn
thing!"
"Will that work?", asked the na‹ve girl.
Caroline said, "Why wouldn't it? It's not like you're going to give it
up
and have him pop your cherry, is it? He already took care of that.
What
the hell will he know? All you've got to do is plan how it should go.
Just
how do you want your first time with him to be?"
"I don't understand."
"Well, what have you been doing so far? Fooling around in the back
seat of
his father's car?" Mary blushed and nodded. "Well, is that really the
way
you wanted to do it, or have you been fantasizing about something a
little
more romantic, or even just a little more comfortable?", asked
Caroline.
"Oh! I don't know, I guess a little of both. So, what was your first
time
with Malcolm like?", she asked. Facing her mother and grandmother, she
continued, "And what about you guys? What was the first time like with
Daddy and Grandad?"
The three women were surprised by the turn the questioning had taken,
and
Maggie answered first. "Well, it was pretty romantic for us, anyway.
Your
grandparents were out of town - and now we know what they were up to,
don't we! - and your father and I were having dinner at a restaurant
on
that side of town. I invited him over to your grandparent's house for
some
wine. We made a fire in the fireplace, then snuggled down in front of
it
with a comforter and a few pillows, and sipped wine and kissed and
necked
and then made love. We actually went at it all night long, but in slow
motion."
"Hmmph!", protested Maggie's mother. "And you complain about your
father
and me!"
"Well, Grandma, what was your first time like?", asked an unrepentant
Maggie.
Babs grinned. "Hot and sweaty, just plain hot and sweaty. We actually
made
it the first time in his car! On our second date, we went parking, and
Harry had me so turned on, I simply reached over in the front seat,
pulled
his pants down, and sucked him off! Then I climbed into the back,
stripped
naked, and rubbed my clit until he could climb back and undress, too.
We
fucked until he couldn't get it up anymore!", she bragged.
"Oooh, that is hot!", exclaimed Caroline. "My first time with Malcolm
was
a little more calculated. We were on our third date, and so far we had
simply held hands and kissed when he drove me home. I wanted to take
it to
the next level, but I was so afraid of rushing and losing him. You
see,
I'm his second wife. Malcolm's first wife had died in an auto
accident,
and left behind him and a baby boy. I thought he might be gun-shy,
sort
of."
"So?", asked the other three.
"Well, we had gone to a restaurant in the local mall, and as we were
walking through, we passed by this lingerie store, kind of a
Frederick's
or Victoria's Secret. Anyway, I noticed that the mannequin in the
window
really caught his eye. It was decked out all in black, high heels and
stockings, and a Merry Widow with the tits propped up on display,
like,
and with a see-through robe over it all. So I excused myself to go to
the
bathroom, and went back and blew my credit card on the exact same
outfit,
then had to rush into another store to grab a plain, brown bag to put
it
in. When he took me home, I invited him in for drinks. Malcolm sat
down on
the couch and I made us drinks, then took mine into my bedroom, saying
I
needed to freshen up. I was so damn nervous that I drained the thing
before I had even undressed to change into the outfit. When I came
back
out, I made us another round, then sat down on the couch next to him.
I
swear, his eyes liked to pop out of his head when he saw me! We made
love
right there on the couch."
"Wow!", said Maggie.
"Still, everything worked out for the best. I mean you two have been
married how long?", asked Babs.
"Oh, twenty some years now. When I explained how nervous I was,
Malcolm
laughed and said that he was nervous, too. He wanted me as bad as I
wanted
him, but didn't want to come on too strong or pressure me." She
laughed,
reminiscing. "God, I was so scared! He just sat there and stared at
me,
and I simply knew I had blown it, and I just busted out into tears. He
took my face into his hands and started kissing me, then asked why I
was
crying. When I told him he laughed and said he was scared, too. Got me
laughing pretty good. Then he sent me back to the bathroom to touch up
my
makeup, where the tears had smeared it, and told me to put on some
bright
red lipstick."
"Why?", asked Mary. Babs and Maggie smiled, already knowing the
answer.
Caroline lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "Because he said
that
he liked to see lipstick stains on his dick in the morning." As Mary's
eyes widened in shock, she continued, "It's true, honey. There isn't a
guy
born who doesn't love to look down between his legs and see a pair of
bright, ruby red lips wrapped around his dick!"
"Holy shit!", exclaimed the girl, as the others laughed.
"Yeah, holy shit.", laughed Caroline. "Now in answer to your question,
what we need to do is combine elements of all three approaches, to
reach a
successful consummation of your love for this young man."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we plan things out, so as to achieve a romantic setting and
atmosphere.", said Caroline.
Babs finished for her, "Then, once you have him primed, you get all
hot
and sweaty!"
Caroline nodded encouragingly. "Exactly. Now a few questions. Is he
going
to begin shopping around if you don't get home right away?"
"Huh? Oh, no, not Bobby!"
"Really? What a strange young man.", mused the hostess. "How can you
be so
sure?"
"Well, it's because he's off at summer camp and there's no women
around.",
she explained. At Caroline's curious look, Mary continued. "See,
Bobby's a
Boy Scout, and summers he works as a camp counselor at a Boy Scout
camp.
He'll be there for almost two months, and he left the same day we
did."
"And he doesn't get any time off?"
"No, not really. I mean, the guys come home after lunch on Saturday,
and
have to be back before lunch on Sunday. Bobby says they have just
enough
time to do their laundry and repack."
Caroline mused on the answer. "Hmmm, so he probably won't be getting
any
on the side. What we have to do now is whet the appetite, so that we
know
where he's going to being eating when he gets back for good. Is there
any
way for you to send him mail?"
"Uh, I guess so."
Her mother intervened. "Yeah, mail call." The others turned to face
her,
curious as to how she would know. She shrugged and explained. "Jason
was
in the Scouts for a few years. He said that they have mail call every
day
at lunch, in a big dining hall. Somebody walks up and down the hall
handing out any mail during the middle of lunch."
Caroline's eyes lit up. "Perfect. Here's what you do. You write him a
letter at camp, explaining what happened and how you're not sure when
you'll be back, and in the letter, you include a picture. I've got a
Polaroid somewhere on this bucket, and we'll take a few shots. Put on
your
bikini and write, 'Gee, honey, do you like my new bikini?' or maybe a
miniskirt, tank top and high heels, and write, 'Bobby, do you think
this
skirt is too short?' And write how much you miss him, how much you
miss
the times you had together, how much you want to feel his strong arms
around you and his hot lips pressed to yours. When he opens it at the
lunch table and the photo falls out, he'll go nuts!"
"Douse the thing in perfume before you send it, too.", added Babs.
"Something cheap and floral. Save the good stuff for when you finally
see
him."
Maggie finished. "Then, when you get back and he's back for good, ask
him
out on a picnic. Figure out some lonely spot, down by some babbling
brook,
with nothing but the two of you, a basket of food, and a big blanket.
Hmmm, a short and tight halter top sundress, and those high heeled
sandals
you just got. And underneath? White, lacy panties, not a thong, but
something white and virginal and oh, so sexy."
"Oh, God but that sounds good!", exclaimed Mary. "I can almost see it
now!
But what if it rains?"
The others laughed. Her mother said, "So improvise. Look, if it's
raining,
we'll just send your grandmother off for the weekend to get laid, and
you
can do what I did. Have the picnic in front of her fireplace." Mary
shivered with anticipation.
By now all, the quartet had dressed for the evening ahead on the
beach.
Caroline had taken a transparent lace shirt and tied it loosely under
her
breasts, leaving it unbuttoned, and wrapped her gauzy black skirt from
the
other night around her waist again. Looking at herself in a mirror,
she
said, "I hate to admit it, but Malcolm really does have nice tastes in
clothing to fuck in. You gals look good, too." Babs was wearing a
white
tank top and a blue denim miniskirt and her granddaughter was wearing
a
white denim miniskirt and a sheer but opaque red sleeveless bodysuit
with
a very dramatic heart-shaped cutout between the breasts. Maggie had
opted
for a long linen dress that buttoned from hem to neckline, but only a
few
of the buttons at her crotch and stomach were buttoned. The dress was
very
lightweight and was obviously designed to be worn with something
underneath, like a full slip or perhaps a camisole and half-slip.
Neither
was present.
Since all three women were wearing clothes roughly a size too small,
the
clothing fit like gloves. Maggie actually glanced at herself in the
mirror
and had to do up a couple more buttons, to keep her tits from falling
out
the front of the dress. Mary didn't have that option, since there were
no
buttons to do on the heart-shaped cutout between her big tits, but
things
seemed stable enough, and even though most of her chest was on
display,
her nipples were still hidden, if barely. Babs' tank top was cut quite
low, and almost all of her considerable cleavage was show, but like
her
granddaughter, her nipples were safely tucked away. She jiggled in
front
of the mirror and everything stayed in place. "I think we're ready.
What
about Phoebe?", she asked.
Caroline shrugged the question off as she led the way back to the
raft.
"Phoebe? Don't worry about her! She'll be in something suitably
shocking,
I'm sure, even if it's the emperor's new clothes." She reached into a
small purse and pulled out a small tube. "Lipstick, anyone?"
Chapter 17
Back on the beach they found the men lounging under the dining fly,
laying
against knockdown wooden beach chairs that were legless, as they
watched
Phoebe putter around the firepit and lobster pot. The men had all put
on
comfortable slacks and tropical shirts, although most of the shirts
were
undone and hung loosely about them. They were sipping at beers and
sodas
and frankly watching the cook. Phoebe hadn't worn the emperor's new
clothes, but, if anything, her outfit was even more intriguing. She
had
taken a half dozen or more long, brightly colored scarves and wrapped
them
around her lush curves. One was tied bandeau style around her breasts,
another was tied in a sash low on her hips, and the rest were tucked
into
the sash to form a skirt front and back. Her hips were quite exposed,
and
so was most everything else as she moved around the fire. She looked
exotic, and quite erotic.
After the boat touched shore and the rest of the women climbed out,
Captain Jimmy got up and pulled it up onto the beach. Phoebe lifted
the
lid off the large pot and told the other men to get to work. Jason and
Robby laughed as they threw the live lobsters into the boiling water.
The
screams coming from the pot horrified Mary, but Phoebe explained that
it
was simply air escaping from the lobsters' shells, and that they
didn't
have mouths. "I don't care! I can't eat something that we cooked
live!"
Nobody seemed to care, and her own mother simply shrugged and said,
"Fine,
I'll eat yours."
Dinner was basically a lot of lobster in melted butter, and beer, with
some baked potatoes and corn-on-the-cob for the health conscious.
Mary's
resolve broke down as the others began to dig into their first
lobsters,
breaking the shells open, smacking their lips, and rolling their eyes,
all
to the accompaniment of their groans and moans of delight. There were
numerous comments of, 'These were happy lobsters.' And 'They died for
a
good cause.' They all broke down in laughter as she finally reached
for
one, burning her fingers on the hot shell. She looked daggers at them,
saying, "Up yours!" Seeing her own mother laughing, she cried, "You,
too,
Mom!", at which Maggie fell backwards, laughing until the tears rolled
down her cheeks. Mary turned back to crack her lobster open; she
wouldn't
admit it, but she loved lobster, and these were pretty good.
After dinner, with the sun well down, Malcolm threw an armload of
driftwood on the fire and settled back against his beach chair. In the
soft glow of the fire, the evening's festivities commenced. By then,
the
group had mostly paired off, and as Caroline moved to sit in his lap,
he
wrapped his arms around her.
Babs made the first overt move. She had been sitting next to Reeves
during
dinner, enjoying the looks he was giving her. She could feel her
nipples
hardening and pushing against the thin fabric of the too small top,
and
allowed her skirt to rise well up her thighs, so that when he lowered
his
gaze from her chest, her bare and moist pussy would be seen by the
older
man. He was sitting upright, her legs drawn up Indian fashion, so she
simply crawled onto his lap sideways, and put her arms around his
neck.
Reeves put both arms around her waist as they watched the others begin
to
cavort, then he reached up and caressed her breasts through the tank
top.
Babs turned back and began to kiss her new lover, and shifted her arms
as
he pulled her straps off her arms and down to her waist, then spread
her
thighs as he slipped a hand under her short skirt to begin probing her
cunt. Shifting carefully, she pulled far enough away to be able to
reach
between them and undid the snap on his slacks, to reach in and begin
fondling the surprisingly huge cockhead and the equally surprisingly
thin
cockshaft. It was firm and erect and hot to her touch. Disdaining any
further foreplay, she silently twisted around to face Reeves.
Straddling
his legs she lowered herself onto his cock, her face taking on a
blissful
look as she felt him driving deeper and deeper into her slick cunt,
then,
bottoming out, she wrapped her legs behind his back. Then, arms
wrapped
around each other, they began to gently rock back and forth, their
motions
slowly pumping his cock in and out of her. She squealed quietly as one
orgasm after another took her.
To her side, Mary sat between Robby and Captain Jimmy, watching her
grandmother's and Reeves' foreplay. She felt her pussy moistening, and
not
simply because the two seamen had begun to rub her thighs slowly. She
put
her hands out and began to rub their legs as well, but almost
immediately
brought them upwards, to rub the substantial erections both men were
sporting. She ignored the others and lay back on the blanket as the
pair
began to fondle her unmercifully. She could barely keep things sorted
out,
who was doing what. Lips were on hers, hands were fondling her tits,
other
hands were rubbing her clit and pushing inside her. Mary tried as best
she
could to urge the men on, groping her paramours, as she moaned and
came
beneath their hands. In short order, the three of them were naked,
with
Robby kneeling between her outstretched legs and eating her out, while
the
Captain knelt at her head, holding her up as she sucked his cock,
bucking
back and forth between her lipstick-reddened lips. Mary's hands held
onto
his hairy ass, pulling her face into his crotch, deep throating the
man
even as she came, until he joined her, sputtering jism down her
throat.
Then he and Robby switched places, and while the captain ate his
dessert,
his nephew straddled the young girl's chest. Reaching down, he wrapped
her
massive tits around his meat, and titfucked her till he came, grunting
loudly. By that point, Mary was lolling back on the beach blanket, her
head and legs thrashing at the tongue lashing her clit was getting,
and
barely noticed the warm, white droplets landing on her neck and face.
Robby climbed off, wiping his slimy cocktip on her nipples.
The most vocal members of the group were Phoebe and Maggie. Finding
themselves with Jason, they knelt next to him. Phoebe unbuttoned his
shirt
and began pulling it off his shoulders, telling Maggie, "Take off his
pants, you'll like what you find."
Unbelievable horniness overcame Maggie's considerable trepidation and
she
undid her son's zipper and began pulling the khakis down his legs. He
arched up to help his mother, and was quite pleased when she saw his
stiff
organ come into view. Exhaling loudly, she sighed and said, "Jason, I
had
no idea! You've got such a nice, big cock!" The sight drove her mad
with
lust. Incest or not, she had to have him in her cunt.
Neither women undressed, but simply went to work. Phoebe said, "Oh,
you
will, trust me, you will. First, though, let's suck him off. He'll
come
fast, then we can get him hard again and you can have a nice, long
ride."
Both women lowered their faces to his naked crotch, and Phoebe
ordered,
"Lick his balls." She took his cockhead into her mouth and began to
jack
lightly on his shaft, and Maggie lowered her face further, to tongue
his
nuts and lower, between his thighs.
Jason grabbed his shirt and balled it up behind his head, then looked
down
past his slim and hairless chest, enraptured by the sight. He wasn't
about
to tell them that he and his grandmother had fucked so much up on the
hill
that he wasn't likely to explode at first touch. After they had fucked
doggy style, they had done it missionary and reverse missionary, with
her
squirming on top. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through their
hair,
Phoebe's long and dark, Maggie's shorter and blonde. The pair switched
off
several times, each time bringing him closer, until finally he had
enough.
Whispering, "Suck my cock, Mom. Suck me and make me come.", he gently
drew
her head up. Maggie ovalled her mouth and took his cock head in. Jason
was
fascinated by the sight of her cherry red lips wrapped around his
manhood,
her cheeks drawing in as she applied suction. Crying out quietly, he
came,
and his mother looked up into his eyes as she swallowed her son's
semen.
Finished with Round One, the two women sat back on their heels,
surveying
the wet and softened prick before them. Maggie glanced curiously at
Phoebe, who smiled and motioned for her to kneel opposite her, on
Jason's
other side. Leaning over the supine lad, she said, "Now, while we wait
for
Jason to get it up again, we take matters into our own hands."
Reaching
between her legs, Phoebe pulled her scarves to the side, exposing her
pussy, then untied the scarf barely hiding her double-D charms. She
began
to masturbate, pinching her nipples with one hand as the other slid
down
to her cunt.
Jason was astonished as his mother did the same. Undoing all but a
single
button at her waist, Maggie pulled the tight linen dress off her
breasts
and pulled the skirt back from her hips. She was completely displayed
as
she looked down into her son's face lustily, cupping her breasts
lewdly,
then spreading her knees wide. Placing both hands between her legs,
she
grasped her pussy lips and spread them wide, showing her son pink in
the
firelight, then began to furiously frig her clit with both index
fingers.
Jason was immensely aroused, and could feel his dick stiffening. He
had
always known his mother was pretty. The sight of her earlier in the
day,
in her tiny bikini had shown him she was a real babe. Now this! It was
almost too much. He stared at her lascivious display as she
masturbated to
orgasm, and by the time the pair had orgasmed, his cock was throbbing,
pointing at the constellations above them.
"That'll do just fine.", commented Phoebe, looking at his erection.
"Now,
climb aboard, Maggie.", she said. Jason watched his mother mount him,
sighing as she took him inside, her tits jiggling as she slid into
place,
then his view was obstructed as Phoebe straddled his face for a tongue
ride. He slid his hands up to cup her asscheeks and keep from
suffocating.
After the first couplings were finished, the orgiasts lay back on the
blanket, cuddling their partners. Maggie looked over at Caroline,
still
sitting quietly in her husband's lap, although by now his hands had
slid
inside her open blouse, cupping her tits. "Aren't you two going to
join
in?", she asked.
Malcolm and Caroline smiled. Grasping her long skirt, Caroline pulled
it
to her waist. Beneath it, Malcolm's pants were down to his knees, and
Caroline's skirt had been pulled to her waist from behind. A thin but
steady stream of mixed come and cunt juice ran from her gaping pussy
onto
the large but soft cock dangling limply beneath her. "Oh, but we
did.",
she announced softly. "In fact, the first time felt so good, we did it
a
second time, as well." She giggled as Malcolm hugged her to his chest,
and
the rest laughed.
Babs looked at her family. Crawling off of Reeves, she stripped and
crawled into the center of the blanket. She reached out and took
Maggie's
hand, and Mary's also, as the young girl sat up and looked at her.
Maggie
undid the final button on her dress and let it slip off her shoulders.
"Is
that offer still good?", she asked the Jensens.
Malcolm nodded with a big smile.
She got a silent agreement from both Maggie and Mary. She hadn't
mentioned
it to Jason, but she knew how he would feel. "Great! Let's take it as
it
goes, but why not? Let's do it!"
The others let out a cheer and applauded, but it was Jason who set
everybody to raucous laughter. His sister had let him in on the offer
the
previous night. "I can't wait to write this report - What I Did On My
Summer Vacation, by Jason Flanagan."