Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Bruce's Story
Part: Chapter 2 of 4
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: Teens meet and learn together while out sailing.
Keywords: MmFf, oral, voy, exhib, inc, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2004

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Sixteen year old Bruce had been asked to join his Uncle 
Frank on a weekend yacht cruise to provide some 
companionship for Maeve, the similarly aged daughter of 
Frank's new girlfriend Denise.

At first Maeve had been cold towards Bruce but once she 
had gotten to know him they hit it off remarkably well.  
Their own expedition to a secluded beach while the 
"oldies" soaked up the sun on board had turned 
adventurous in other ways culminating in a mutual loss of 
virginity.

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Maeve's self-consciousness about her bigger than usual 
size and her inhibitions towards boys had been taken care 
of by a couple of large and overly strong rum and colas 
before we went for our swim.  The result - a very 
pleasant interlude.

We had been swimming around without the bottoms of our 
bathing suits using her top as camouflage for anyone 
watching from the boat.  This had turned out to be 
ineffective when we had been forced to walk out of the 
water in the full view, as I only found out later, of my 
uncle as he was getting a drink for his sunbathing guest.

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It had been close to lunchtime when we set out 
snorkelling and had ended up on the beach.  We hadn't 
wanted to eat so soon before going swimming but we had 
taken quite a while over our introduction to lovemaking 
(a desire to keep the experience going warred in both of 
us with a desire to achieve a release).  Besides, fucking 
seemed to make us hungry!

We reclaimed our clothes and grabbed the masks, snorkels 
and flippers we had left on the beach.  An outcrop of 
rocks extended into the water from a headland on one side 
of the cove.  With the ebbing tide dropping away to 
expose them it gave us ample resting points, if required, 
on our way back to the boat.

This wasn't necessary as snorkelling didn't use up a lot 
of energy.  However our route meant that we were coming 
up on the boat from a different, and thus unexpected, 
direction.  The movement of the yacht about the anchor 
chain as the tide ebbed also confused matters for those 
onboard.

And so we happened to reach the boat without detection.  
We hadn't called out in case the adults were hard at it.  
Who knows what little blackmail items we might be able to 
pick up.  (Well points to win arguments maybe - "Why 
can't I - I saw you doing it with Frank" - that sort of 
thing.)

I quietly put our gear into a crate next to the ladder 
without going on deck and we paddled down the length of 
the boat listening carefully as we went.

A knotted rope hung down from the bowsprit to allow a 
swimmer to climb back up in case of emergencies and I 
eased myself up it while Maeve waited in the water below.

As I peered over the side of the boat I realised it was a 
good thing we had been quiet.

Denise was lying on a towel with another rolled up to 
cushion her head while Frank was on his stomach with HIS 
head buried between her thighs.  I was looking almost 
directly from his feet to her head and could watch his 
head move around while she whispered encouragements.

Her breasts had flattened against her chest and I could 
see no sign of those mounds from my viewpoint.  I was 
reluctant to go higher in case I was spotted.

I COULD see Denise's hands however.  They were busy 
moulding her tit flesh like plasticine.  I was trying to 
make a note of what she liked doing to herself - you pick 
up what you can, when you can and anyway you can - when 
Maeve gave my leg a tug.

I slowly lowered myself to avoid making a sound and 
silently gave her a thumbs up; as we had expected, we had 
caught the oldies in a somewhat compromising situation.

I indicated to Maeve that she could stand on my shoulders 
as a more stable platform to make her own observations.  
She hauled herself hand over hand up the rope using my 
knee, arm and shoulder for assistance while I held onto 
the bottom of the rope.  Standing on her human platform 
she could just see over the side and was also treated to 
the view described above.  Down below I had been slightly 
drowned by the runoff from Maeve's bathers but could now 
hear the action from above as Denise got more audible as 
her excitement increased.

I personally would have kept quiet and seen what happened 
next but Maeve was feeling malicious.  She might have 
come to enjoy the trip more than she had expected but 
that wasn't the same as forgiving her mother for 
insisting she came; I might have been a complete jerk and 
she would have then been stuck with me for the weekend, 
instead of being stuck by me - if she could manage it.

I was horrified to hear her voice interrupting her 
mother's approaching climax.

"Hi Mother!  Watcha doin'?"

Frank must have choked.  I heard some scrabbling on deck 
and Denise spoke.

"What the hell do you think you are doing there?"

"We just came back to the boat and Bruce was helping me 
aboard."

"Why didn't you use the ladder aft?" asked my uncle.

"This was closer.  Why?  Would it have mattered?  If you 
like we can swim back there and you can continue with 
whatever you were doing."

"You be civil, young lady!" her embarrassed mother 
admonished her.

"We just came back for lunch but it looks like you've 
already eaten."

I was almost choking by this time.  If it had been me who 
had interrupted them, I could expect Frank to let me know 
in no uncertain terms of his displeasure had it been 
anything other than an accident for which I was 
immediately apologetic.  If he noticed the snorkelling 
gear he would know we hadn't come to the rope first - 
then where would I be.  And now Maeve has to make double 
entendres - yes I DO know the term.

Fortunately Frank, having gotten over the initial shock 
of having a teenage girl surprise him while he was busy 
eating her mother, was enjoying the low-level conflict 
between parent and not-so-childlike child.

"You had better come aboard then but I think you should 
go aft."

She did it again!  "Oh!  Do you prefer going up the back 
way?  I thought the front way would be more fun."

With that she stepped off my shoulders and dropped into 
the water beside me before either adult could venture a 
reply.

We boarded the boat (now the gear wouldn't be an issue) 
and came forward to where Denise now had her second towel 
held over her bosom and covering to her knees.  What a 
pity; I was hoping to compare mother and daughter a 
little closer.

I wondered at first whether she had been in the sun too 
long but soon realised the redness only came from 
embarrassment.

"Can we get you anything?" I attempted to defuse the 
situation.

"No, thank you."  Denise's only relief came from the 
thought was that at least it had only been her daughter 
who had caught her.  

"I'll go down and freshen our drinks."

"Bite your tongue Maeve!" I urgently wished my thoughts 
to her.

I led the way with Frank trailing behind, eyeing Maeve's 
ample ass as she followed me.  It was now covered by the 
bottom part of her aqua suit and he thought back to his 
earlier view of us on the shore.

This made him look past at me again.  Yep!  No mistaking 
my predominantly red trunks from the pale patch he had 
spied and he was also sure that Maeve had been partially 
naked as well.

Maeve borrowed his cabin to change in and Frank took the 
opportunity to have a quiet talk to me.

"So what did you get up to?"  His "innocent" question 
produced the guilty reaction he had expected.

"Oh there were a few nice fish around the rocks; a lot of 
sea urchins and some starfish.  I spotted some angel fish 
types and a couple with bright yellow tails."

"I saw a couple of white tails myself."  He nudged my arm 
with his fist.  "I hope you were careful.  It can be a 
little dangerous when there are just the two of you and 
you get into deep water.  I wouldn't like to think of you 
having an accident.  It could affect the rest of your 
lives."

He had been staring right in my eyes as he said this and, 
although his words could be taken literally, I read 
between the lines - his raised eyebrows showed he 
understood something had being going on.

"Yes we were careful - as you can see we got back here 
save and sound."

Frank put his mouth by my ear and whispered.  "Okay.  I 
haven't said anything to Denise.  I'd appreciate it if 
you can get Maeve to ease off on her mother."

Was this a bit of subtle blackmail on his part?  He went 
back on deck while I continued to prepare a meal for 
Maeve and myself.  When she came out she was wearing a 
light wrap-around skirt and a loose blouse.

She said "Thank you" as I passed her a plate and 
indicated the selection of cold meats and salad we had 
available and then she grabbed me and gave me a warm 
kiss.

I took the opportunity to test her mood by clutching her 
ass with one of my hands and pulling her to me.  To my 
great pleasure she responded by putting her arm around my 
neck and her tongue down my throat.

"Mmm, later - let's eat", she said with an implied 
promise.  She sat at the small table and I asked what she 
would like to drink."

"Can I have another of your mixes?"

I must have looked doubtful.

"Ple-e-e-ze - not anywhere near as strong though.  I had 
too much before."

Maeve wanted something to make her a little more carefree 
without becoming careless.  I was more worried she was 
depending too much upon the alcohol to aid her fun and 
didn't want to be an accomplice if she was creating a 
problem for herself.

We made quick work on our meal and as we ate I let Maeve 
know my uncle had seen us leaving the water and how I was 
pretty sure he suspected we had been fooling around in 
some way.  I added his comment about not telling Denise 
about us.

"He can talk!  At least we were in private."

"Well so were they or so they thought.  He asked if you 
would please stop teasing your mother."

"I suppose I could but I think we could get away with a 
bit more if you're game.  Your uncle seems to be a bit 
easy going; how is he really likely to respond if I 
started to act a bit sexy towards you?"

"Aren't you more interested in how I am likely to 
respond?"  I joked.  "He's alright.  I mean I could 
always talk to him about sex and things.  He gave me some 
good advice in the past; I just couldn't seem to put it 
into practice."

We both grinned.

"He's pretty open but he must fancy your Mum and might 
get a bit pissed off with us if we messed things up 
between them."

"Mother is cock hungry; she's not going to let any man 
get away for long.  I don't know that anything would turn 
her off if he's her only option until we get back home 
tomorrow.  I'm sorry for him if he IS seriously 
interested in her though; her track record isn't too 
good."

I was willing to be led around by my prick I suppose but 
regardless of the reason I found myself agreeing to go 
along with her even though she hadn't told me of any 
specific plans.

"You tidy things up then join me up front.  Just wear 
your swimming trunks."  She grabbed a towel and was come.

When I went forward I found Maeve sitting next to her 
mother with Frank leaning against the railing as he sat 
facing them.  I joined him, looking straight at Maeve.

Denise had put on her shorts and a t-shirt though I could 
see she hadn't bothered with a bra or bikini top under 
it.

Maeve was ready to make her move.

"I need to work on my tan", she announced.  "When I was 
swimming earlier I noticed I was all patches of brown and 
... white where my sleeves and straps have gotten in the 
way so, if you don't mind..."

I don't think Denise noticed the little pause while Maeve 
looked directly at Frank before she said "white" but the 
emphasis was missed by neither of us males.

She had been unbuttoning the front of her blouse as she 
spoke and, without waiting for any objections, removed it 
and turned to lie on her stomach.

She had only flashed those lovely tits at us for a 
fraction of a second but her ante was on the table and 
she was waiting for the bids in reply from the other 
players.

"Maeve!  You should have more respect for your host; and 
for poor Bruce there."

Maeve rolled onto her back - it was only polite to look 
at people when you spoke to them, after all.

"Oh Mother!  I'm sure neither of them is worried by a bit 
of tit.  I mean Frank has been looking at yours for half 
the morning hasn't he?"

Considering the size of those mammaries, any view would 
have to be described as more than "a bit".  Frank wasn't 
phased in least by the large pale mounds.

"It's not a problem Denise", he said, "and Bruce's 
parents have never been worried about the kids joining 
them for a swim in the nude in their pool."

Maeve turned over to look at me.  "You never told me 
that!"

Frank had joined me in watching those orbs bounce into 
view as she turned and I looked over at Denise who wasn't 
impressed with his stare.  She didn't want him distracted 
by her daughter.

"You do look as though you need some sun and I'm really 
not much better; so, if the menfolk really don't mind, I 
might as well join you and get a little more sun too."

She lifted her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to 
her side.  Now it was Maeve's turn to be annoyed as I 
stared at her mother's equally ample chest.

She was amazed though when she realised both Frank and I 
were moving our heads from side to side as we compared 
the mother/daughter matching outfits.  It was like 
watching a long rally at the tennis.

Denise's first bet had been made.  Would Maeve raise, 
call or fold?

"That's a good idea.  My legs need a bit more sun too; 
they're nowhere near as brown as yours."

She hiked the light material up to expose her legs to the 
sun and, as a consequence, "accidentally" revealed to my 
uncle and myself that she had forgotten to put any 
knickers on under the skirt.  The fold opened to show an 
expanse of white thigh but her mother was not able to 
appreciate the additional view afforded us guys.  I 
looked over at Frank and he turned to me and grinned.

"Did you decide which fish you preferred?"

"Definitely the white tailed ones, Uncle."

Maeve got the message and smiled at Frank.  Denise didn't 
quite understand and concentrated on keeping Frank's 
attentions.  She hadn't counted on her daughter 
sweetening the pot even further - seen and raised.

"Frank, do you mind if I take my skirt off?  It's hotter 
than I thought."

"Yeah, right - and being directly exposed to the sun will 
be so much cooler", I thought, admiring her guts in 
fooling around with an adult like that.

He half-choked, "No.  That's alright."

"Bruce.  Do you mind?"

"No."

She undid the tie and slipped it through the hole in the 
waistband, teasing us as she slowly unwrapped it from her 
waist and legs, leaving it on top of her towel.  She had 
demurely closed her legs again so the view reduced to the 
triangle of thick hair covering her pubic area.

"Maeve!"  Denise didn't know what to say.

"What Mother?  It's only how you were sunbathing before 
after all and Frank and Bruce said they didn't mind."

"But ...", she sputtered before deciding on an argument, 
"Frank may have been here but that's different; Bruce 
wasn't."

"Er ...", I owned up, "actually I was."

I thought I should make a little side bet of my own.

"I was up the rope before Maeve.  Sorry.  I did see you, 
and if you don't mind me saying, you looked absolutely 
wonderful.  You have nothing to be ashamed of."

Uncle Frank's book of courtship rules - number whatever : 
"Always compliment a woman when possible but be sincere."

I hadn't ignored his "lessons"; I just hadn't been that 
good at the practicals.

Denise obviously had conflicting emotions.  Was there 
anyone who HADN'T seen her getting her pussy eaten?  But 
then Frank obviously liked her body and now a sixteen 
year old youth was also praising it.

"I suppose it is a bit silly covering up; it is all 
fairly natural anyway.  Oh well then, go ahead."

Maeve added another chip to the growing pile.  (I'll see 
you ...)

"Why don't you get rid of those shorts then and finish 
off the tanning session we interrupted?"

It wasn't exactly a tanning session we had disturbed but 
I wasn't about to quibble; Frank's head had been in the 
way before and I was hoping for a better view so I could 
further compare mother and daughter.  Denise went with 
the flow, bending her knees then lifting her bum up to 
slip the shorts past.

Her bush was at least the colour of her hair and matched 
her daughter's both in colour and thickness of curl.

Maeve spoke yet again.  (... and raise you ...) 

"It's a bit unfair the guys end up with tan lines though.  
I noticed Bruce needs to get rid of a few white areas."

Denise looked over at my teenage body.  I was apparently 
tanned from head to foot; the only areas that could be 
white were under my shorts.

What was her daughter implying?

"If it's okay?"  I looked at Frank.  He nodded.  Well 
after all, the party was getting more interesting - there 
were two naked women on his yacht now!

I didn't bother asking Denise - Maeve's few rules of 
engagement included simply to keep pushing the 
boundaries.

And so my "vote" gave the Bare Ass Party a majority 
though I was a bit self-conscious of my semi-hard cock 
(make that hard now, damn!) being displayed before my 
"girlfriend's" mother.

I turned to Frank.  "Are you going to be the only piker?"

The fact that we three were now naked shouldn't really 
have made any difference to whether or not Frank stripped 
as well.  I know we had been naked around the pool at 
home with all the rest of our family and no-one ever 
exerted or would have submitted to any pressure to be 
naked or clothed; here though Maeve and I were trying to 
steer things our way.

My comment was more a stimulus to get him to do what he 
already wanted without him having to appear a letch in 
front of "my" nymphette.  (I later saw what Ruebens had 
done with his nymphs and thought Maeve would have fitted 
right in.) 

He decided that pulling off his shorts while sitting down 
was undignified and stood to proudly bare his "manhood" 
in an exhibitionistic display.  To give him his due 
however, he had every reason to be proud of his 
"attributes".

Maeve gave a gasp of amazement.  She had been satisfied 
with my performance (and appearance) earlier in the day 
but had never imagined seeing something like this in the 
flesh.

As Frank sat again she turned to her mother, "I see why 
you like him."

Denise had the grace to blush.  "He does have other 
qualities as well."

"Yes I know - I saw, remember?"

Denise had been trying very hard to forget and wished she 
could make the rest of us lose that particular memory as 
well.

Maeve looked at me and her expression indicated I was 
missing a cue.  I thought back over what had been said 
and hoped I was saying what she was wanting me to.

"Denise, Frank.  I want to apologise for watching you 
earlier.  I didn't really intend spying (not-so-white 
lie!) but it was just so interesting.  You both seemed to 
be enjoying it and I don't really know anything about 
making a woman feel god; I was just trying to find out a 
bit more."

Maeve smiled; I was on the right track.

"I know it sounds a bit strange but would you mind 
explaining it to me?"

They both looked a bit doubtful.  While it's obviously 
embarrassing to discuss your sexual activities with a 
third party, it was worse when one's daughter was also an 
observer.

Frank was otherwise fairly comfortable about the idea of 
discussing sex frankly.  If I had asked him alone I would 
have gotten a blow by blow (bad choice of cliche?) 
description of oral sex - both male and female.  Now it 
was more than a little strange.

I didn't give them a chance to say "No".

"For instance, do you just kiss there with your lips or 
do you use your tongue?"

The direct question had them in a quandary.  Neither was 
prepared to say "just drop it" in case the other was 
thinking differently and I wasn't giving them time to 
pick up on any non-verbal clues; I merely got more 
personal.

"Did it help you to squeeze your breasts as well?"  This, 
directed at Denise, brought an embarrassed muttered 
"Yes".

"So what do you actually do Uncle Frank?"

He gave in and started describing how he ran his tongue 
along Denise's furry crack, picking up the sweet juices 
and pressing his anointed tongue against her sensitive 
clitoris.

Well he didn't quite phrase it that way and he had to be 
nudged along a bit with supplementary questions but he 
did impart the knowledge not to dive straight at the 
clit!

Maeve wasn't idle; while I researched Frank's knowledge 
and experience she was querying her mother about how it 
felt and what she particularly liked Frank to do.  Our 
questions overlapped, one conversation raising questions 
for the other, back and forth.

We both pleaded misunderstanding and ignorance (which I 
am sure Frank at least must have doubted).

"You keep talking about Denise's clit.  Where is it 
actually?"

Frank tried to describe her anatomy but I kept having 
trouble following him.

"Why don't you just point to it for him?" spouted Maeve.

Frank wasn't sure how Denise would take this suggestion 
but she finally figured "What the hell!"  Things were 
strange enough; what was one more.

She bent her knees and spread her legs to display her 
pussy to us.  Maeve moved around to watch as well; this 
didn't particularly please her mother but, short of 
getting dressed again, she felt herself trapped by 
circumstances.

"Now look carefully.  There are two sets of lips around 
Denise's vagina and clit."  Uncle Frank was in lecture 
mode and we had better pay attention!  Slim chance of us 
skipping class today.

Denise's inner lips were folded together inside her 
puffier outer lips with their light covering of curly 
hairs.  It was my first close up of a grown up's intimate 
details.  In the past I had seen my sister's bare 
childish pussy - all puff and no appeal - and the 
exterior of those women (mainly my own mother) around our 
pool - all fur and no detail.

Frank pointed.  "At the front where the folds meet is the 
clitoris.  It gets a little hard when she is aroused; 
when her body is ready for sex."

Maeve and I looked over Denise's legs for a close look at 
her, up until now, relatively private area.

"Where do the juices come from?"  I knew the answer but 
also knew the opening to her cunt was concealed by her 
lips.

"Mainly from the lining of the vagina - just inside the 
opening."

"I can't see any opening."

Frank was steeling himself to physically rather than 
verbally demonstrate (and wondering what Denise's 
reaction would be) when Maeve seized the opportunity.

"Let me", she said while she was already spreading her 
mother's vulva to display the pink opening of her cunt 
hole in the browner skin of her pussy.

Her mother didn't have time to react to her daughter's 
touch before it was too late; she was stretching the 
inner lips over the surrounding mounds which reminded me 
of levee banks along a river.
 
"Oh she is wet already", cooed Maeve.  "Here Bruce, put 
your finger there and see how wet she is."

Frank and Denise had definitely lost the initiative.

I reached in and dipped my finger into that wellspring.  
When I got no objections I thrust it a little deeper, 
Denise now lifting to meet my hand, then rubbed it along 
until the two inner lips met over a pea sized bump which 
looked like a miniature of the head of my prick peaking 
out of the surrounding skin.

When my finger touched this Denise shivered and I drew my 
hand back.

"Sorry", said innocent little me (with my cock standing 
at attention) "Did I hurt you?"

"No it's alright but I don't think you should be touching 
me there."

I raised my finger and smelt the juices I could see 
glistening on them.  "You smell nice."

Frank responded with his own compliment.  "She tastes 
nice too."

Maeve lay back and exposed herself in imitation of her 
mother.  She spread her own lips with her left hand and 
proceeded to dip her right index finger into the entrance 
of her now wet hole so she could spread the juices 
around.

Frank and I watched her masturbatory actions while her 
mother lay beside her trying hard, but unsuccessfully, to 
avoid looking at her daughter's hand movements.

"If I touch myself here it feels good but I have to keep 
my finger wet.  Does a tongue feel the same Mother?"

Denise admitted she found Frank's tongue much nicer.

"I wish I knew what it felt like.  Would you show me 
Bruce?"

We had gone past checking with Frank and Denise for 
permission.

"I'm willing but I'm not sure how to; still, if you let 
me know if I'm doing things right or wrong, I'll have a 
go."

Frank wasn't going to complain about seeing a live sex 
show.  Hell, it was only what we had spied upon!

Denise wasn't quite so sure her little girl should get 
involved.  This warred with her prurient desires and her 
own need for release following the earlier interruption 
and all this talk.  She had given in and was now openly 
looking at Maeve.  Her maternal instincts hadn't put up 
much of a fight!

I knelt down between Maeve's thunder thighs.  "Is this 
right?"

I looked briefly at Frank and then planted a kiss right 
on her pussy while he and Denise watched with mutual 
interest.

Maeve arched her hips as I licked along her sweet trail.  
"Yes, that's nice.  I agree with you Mother, tongue beats 
fingers hands down."

She looked over at Frank's large penis, now no longer 
handing down.  It hadn't really grown, just hardened, and 
was now pointing skywards and twitching as he in turn 
watched us.

As I took a short break to find a more comfortable 
position Frank leaned over and rubbed his fingers through 
the juices I had only begun to taste.  He raised them to 
his lips and ran his tongue across them while the women 
watched.

"Delicious.  You taste just like your mother."

He wet them again right in front of my face, dipping his 
fingers deeper into her hot box.  Then he gave me further 
instructions.

"Just try to put your tongue in here as far as you can 
go."  He pushed two fingers back in and Maeve wriggled at 
his touch.  "Then lick along here ..."  He moved his 
fingers between her inner lips.  "... and across her 
clit."  He pushed a finger tip on each side of that organ 
and Maeve gasped.

Crawling over to Denise he offered his fingers to her.  
"Doesn't she taste nice?"  Denise hesitated then finally 
tasted her daughter's slimy secretions.  The whole idea 
was making her hotter; she grabbed his ear and pulled him 
closer.

"Get down there and start tasting mine!"  Like all good 
boys, he did as he was told.

As my uncle went down on her mother and I resumed eating 
her, Maeve reached out and took her mother's hand in 
hers; their fingers squeezed together.  Denise returned 
Maeve's smile, a little weakly; you weren't supposed to 
do these things with your kids present - Hell, most 
people didn't do them with anyone but their partner 
present and in some places it was in itself an illegal 
act!

Frank was busy eating Denise's pussy while I was learning 
just how nice muff diving could be.

Maeve's pussy was a wonderful experience for a sixteen 
year old boy; the smell alone was enough to get my blood 
racing, the taste was an unbelievable mixture of the 
sweet and the sensual, the feel against my tongue was all 
so new and different that I was too busy exploring at one 
stage instead of concentrating on Maeve's pleasure - she 
soon let me know she wasn't happy about that!

Maeve didn't complain much though as she was enjoying 
everything I was doing anyway; it was just that some of 
the things I was doing to her were so nice that she 
preferred I kept doing them rather than changing around.

I found my head being held forcefully to her pussy, one 
hand tightly gripping each ear as she guided my mouth 
where she wanted it.

We were both learning faster than we could ever have 
believed possible.

It is with a sense of pride that I can state that Maeve 
came well before her mother; and quite noisily at that.  
I don't know how much was showing off though.

Denise was more of a moaner; she expressed her pleasure 
as a series of guttural grunts and sighs, sometimes 
adding enough voice to make it sound like she was in 
pain.

Eventually both of them were suitably pleased by our 
individual performances that they hauled us up to their 
respective mouths where they could lick our lips clean of 
all their juices.

I don't know about Denise but Frank couldn't seem to get 
enough - I know I would quite happily have gone back for 
more.

Maeve let me rest my head on her chest so I was leering 
across at her mother's bare breasts.  Denise didn't 
notice at first but then must have somehow sensed my 
stare.  She turned suddenly towards me and caught me 
looking at her tits.

At the movement of her head I of course looked up and 
found her watching me - boy, did I blush!  Then she 
smiled and I felt things couldn't get any better.

I was right I suppose as they seemed to actually get 
worse.

Frank decided that it was time to up-anchor and I had to 
lose both my comfortable pillow and my pleasant view.

Oh well, the "girls" were replete for the moment - we 
weren't going to interest them in much else until they 
had a chance to recover.

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The sun was approaching the horizon as we pulled into a 
lovely seaside town and tied up at a convenient space 
along the short jetty.

Frank had jumped ship trusting to me to gently ease the 
boat into place while he tied the mooring rope to a large 
bollard.  We had secured the sails earlier and then 
motored in.

He helped the two ladies onto the dock while I secured 
the cabin.  Neatly dressed and arm in arm we strolled 
along an esplanade until we came to a small restaurant.

Frank held the door open for the rest of us and we looked 
around at the d‚cor; the walls had been jammed with an 
excess of all things nautical.  This at least matched the 
seafood-based menu.

With fresh fish, prawns, squid, octopus and a range of 
shellfish to choose from in an even wider range of 
dishes, you would either have to be a dedicated meat 
eater or a full vegetarian not to find something you 
could enjoy.

Though Denise ordered a carafe of the house wine and 
Frank allowed himself a light beer, Maeve and I were 
limited to soft drink since we were underage.  Maeve only 
pouted a little before smiling at me to indicate she was 
only joking.

Since there were other diners close by, our conversation 
avoided any mention of the day's earlier activities 
except for those specifically relating to innocent 
sailing matters.

Maeve had had her interest whetted for matters nautical 
as well as matters carnal and plied Frank with a number 
of questions that showed she had at least paid as much 
attention during earlier part of the day as in the 
latter.

At the same time her leg was rubbing against mine and 
occasionally her fingers would stray under the long table 
cloth to stimulate the head of my penis while she covered 
her actions by "innocently", if not politely, leaning 
across the table to help herself to the shared bowls of 
salad and salsa.

The first time I almost gave the game away but after that 
I sat there wishing she would repeat her caresses more 
frequently.

She told me later that she found me "cute"; I didn't 
think that was quite as good as the "charming" rating she 
had already given my uncle - she found him both handsome 
and witty, and appreciated how he was attentive to both 
of the women.

I didn't doubt that he would appear more sophisticated 
than a sixteen year old but it wasn't entirely one sided; 
Maeve found it was easier to deal with someone who had a 
similar level of inexperience.

We had an almost normal meal; an unusual double date - 
the sort of thing that one would expect would occur well 
BEFORE people got naked as couples, not immediately AFTER 
getting naked as a group.

At the time I could only hope that when I had to go out 
with a "real" girlfriend's parents for the first time it 
all went as easily.  I had no way of knowing whether that 
hurdle was actually being passed at the time.

---

Denise was just a little concerned at how close her 
daughter and I were holding each other as we walked along 
in front of them; she worried that her "little" girl was 
growing up too fast, she was only sixteen after all.

Considering what had gone on earlier, her concerns seemed 
a little late; Maeve wasn't worried, she was eager to get 
her mother off to bed so we could investigate further.

I of course was perfectly neutral in the matter; I just 
wanted to go to sleep - Pigs!

I cast off while Frank started the engine and he moved 
the boat out into the harbour so we could moor in sight 
of the town lights while not being under others' eyes.

We had had coffees at the restaurant so, having dropped 
anchor, it was simply a matter of having a wash and off 
to bed.

Franks yacht had a small shower and, though it was only a 
low pressure trickle, it was warm and there was plenty of 
fresh water at present so we could all have a quick 
splash - no room for anybody else though!

Maeve and I waited on deck while first Denise and then 
Frank went through; we were enjoying the evening and each 
other's company and surprisingly were in no hurry to go 
inside.

I know that I was excited by the prospect of further sex 
and suspected Maeve was similarly contemplating an erotic 
evening.  The opportunity to just cuddle quietly under 
the stars for a while was too good to miss though; we had 
the whole night ahead of us after all!

Besides - if Denise and Frank were busy in their cabin 
when we went below they wouldn't be as inclined to 
investigate any noises from our quarters.

We had been bid goodnight by each of our shipmates as 
they turned in - Frank had really rushed through his 
shower - and were standing looking out over the broken 
streaks the town lights made across the water.

At first Maeve's arm was around my waist and mine rested 
over her shoulder blades.  We were still dressed up (no 
point changing twice) and the rapidly cooling night sea 
air was dissipating what remained of the heat from the 
day.  Neither of us were about to strip off on deck 
though we could have bobbed around in the water quite 
comfortably with only our heads showing - if we were 
willing to risk the unseen approach of a Noah's Ark.

That would have been only a slight risk but you only 
needed to bet wrong once at that table.

We talked, we hugged, we occasionally kissed; it was the 
sort of evening sixteen year olds normally have at the 
end of their first or second date - or so had been my 
limited experience.

Our first "date" had been more like a sixteen year old's 
wet dream.

This date soon turned more dream-like itself when Maeve 
moved to stand behind me; she held the rail on each side 
of my hips and crushed her pubes against my ass.

Then ... her hands crept towards each other along the 
railing, hugging me more tightly as they met centrally 
before my fly, which I then felt sliding down.

I couldn't, and didn't want to, hide my erection though 
its existence did make it harder for Maeve to pull my 
penis out through the narrow opening.  She really hadn't 
had any practise before so I have to say she did a 
reasonable job; it hardly hurt.

Her grip was similarly unpractised but fortunately she 
had an experienced instructor present and she was quite 
as willing to follow the helpful instructions as I had 
been when she had guided me through eating her pussy, or 
earlier still sucking and fondling her tits.

She allowed me to reach behind and lift the front of her 
skirt as she slowly stroked my hard penis.  I gathered 
the material up and, after rubbing the soft curls and 
vulva through the light cotton of her knickers, found my 
way up and over the waistband so I had more direct 
contact with the warm dampness.

I was amazed as how "right" my hand felt in that 
position.  My wrist rubbed over her pubes, my fingers 
curved to match the shape of her body, overlapping where 
her legs formed a narrow chasm.  I was free to reach up 
inside to coat my digits; I was free to slide them back 
and forth, matching Maeve's tempo as she continued to 
stroke.

It seemed a good strategy as both of us were able to 
enjoy the feel of the other's slowly moving hand and 
then, as our excitement grew, the tempo increased as 
well.

Maeve was squirming against my hand and I was yearning 
for the little extra that would push me over the edge and 
allow my semen to burst forth.  Her finger and thumb made 
a circle that now rubbed more effectively over the slight 
bump where my dick head made a collar as it met the 
shaft.  The vibrations as her "O" struck it over and over 
did the trick and when I called out "Hold tight!" Maeve's 
grip changed to allow contact with all her fingers.

She felt my fingers pause briefly as her own detected the 
passage of the first surge along the length of my prick.

She had been resting her cheek against my shoulder-blade 
and quickly looked over the top to spy the moonlight 
reflecting off of the narrow spray that shot out through 
the railings and over the side of the boat to land 
noiselessly in the water below.

It was an experience she had not expected - none of her 
friends or acquaintances had ever mentioned watching a 
boy come like this though a couple had explained hand 
jobs as a messier exercise than she was finding it.

As my body relaxed (I had to ease her hand away from my 
penis) I was able to return to pleasuring her.  She 
wrapped her arms around my chest and pressed her cheek 
over my spine as she used my body to help her stand now 
that her legs seemed to have stopped working properly as 
her own release arrived.

Eventually she too had to stop me and I slipped my hand 
out, accidentally snapping the elastic against her 
abdomen ("Sorry"), and turning to hug her to me.

Fortunately I had slipped back inside my pants as my 
prick had "shrunk" so there was no sticky mess wiping 
over the front of Maeve's dress.  No decision whether to 
dry clean or to keep a souvenir needed here!

We kissed; passionate but not arousing - our recovering 
bodies saw to that.

We hugged and she let me slip my hands up under her top 
to firstly hold her breasts through her bra and then to 
fumble with the eyelets until the straps finally 
separated.  She lifted the cups up through her top and 
left them sitting bunched up over her tits before 
encouraging me to hold the bare skin.

A breast is a wonderful thing.

Penis' are a marvel of hydraulics.  Aesthetically they 
are sometimes chiselled works of art and other times ugly 
extrusions (or should that be intruders?)

Pussies can have an attractive burger-like appearance 
from one angle, an emerging butterfly image from another.  
They can be like the forested slopes of alpine hills and 
valleys or the same hills left bare by the loggers, 
perhaps with stumps located here and there. They can 
remind one of hot bubbling geo-thermal pools or even the 
mysterious caverns found by crawling through a narrow 
opening at the Earth's surface.

Then there is the human breast in its many varieties - 
sizes, contours, colours and feel.

Each body part can have its own attraction but I have to 
confess that my preference is for mammaries.

And Maeve had plenty to share.

Her ample tits filled my hands; there was no way my 
outstretched fingers could hope to cover their expanse.

As my fingers roamed in the darkness I could see the 
shape from memories only hours old and I found my penis 
returning to its earlier rigidity.

"Let's go in."  I hoped Maeve was recovering at a similar 
pace and would be as interested in finding how 
comfortable the bunks were when shared.

I quickly showered while she used the head and was in bed 
when she came out.  She made no attempt to hide as she 
stripped off her clothing before showering - it would 
have been a bit silly though she had been half afraid I 
would be turned off by her bulky appearance.

I smiled and beckoned her over when she turned after 
putting the last of her clothes on the other bed.  She 
had brought a nightie but didn't even consider taking it 
out of her small case.

She leaned over and kissed me.  "Warm the bed up and I'll 
be back soon and you can warm me up."

The sight of her retreating behind was a pleasant change 
from some of the girls in my class who looked as if they 
had been through a famine.  I liked her appearance and I 
would tell her so when she returned.

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Continued in Chapter 3

