1 comments/ 35863 views/ 4 favorites The Boat Trip Ch. 01 By: irisheyesgirl * Note to the reader: This is just the first chapter for these characters, so please be patient! :) * Banking had been good to David Meyer. Very good, in fact. His long standing friendly rivalry with my boyfriend, Steven Harris, didn't hurt either. Friends since boyhood, the two were basically inseparable. Steve was the star quarterback in high school, and Dave was his go-to wide receiver. They each studied finance at competitive schools in same city, and eventually took jobs at rival banks. Their competitive natures drove each to rise up to successful positions in their companies. Steve maintained the best of his big frame and sandy blonde good looks. Dave was as long and lean as ever, with the same smooth, rich black complexion. Dave had bought a boat which he docked in the Florida Keys, that quickly became his favorite toy. He and his new fiancee, Rachel, spent most of their vacations and long weekends in the sun and salt air, and had invited us down numerous times. This year was the first time we could actually take them up on their offer, as all the work schedules lined up. We would all head down on Thursday, the boys would spend the day prepping the boat, and Rachel and I would get to have a girl's day out. Rachel and Dave were delighted to finally have us out on the water with them. The trip crept ever closer, and timing couldn't have been better. Stress at work, combined with dismal weather at home and a great forecast for our weekend would make the vacation even sweeter. The time came to get ourselves ready to go, so I hopped in the shower, shaved my legs and my pussy, threw on some panties and a t-shirt, and started to pack. As I sorted a couple of slinky bikinis, I felt Steve's arms slide around my waist. "Looking forward to having some girl time with Rachel?" he murmured as he nuzzled into me. Rachel and I had become fast friends once we were introduced through Steven and Dave. We even had a bit of sexual tension between us. I've been openly bisexual since high school, and Rachel had some unexplored interest in girls. When the four of us would go out, Rachel and I would share a few sexually charged dances. A handful of times, we had made out on the dance floor or in the cab on the way home. And once, to the delight of our lecherous boyfriends, got topless in a hotel jacuzzi and did some kissing and groping. We both enjoyed it, and never felt weird about it after. Plus, we both benefitted from horny lovers once we made it back to our respective beds! Steve had always told me that I had a free pass to play with girls, should the opportunity arise, and I loved to tease him with stories of what I'd like to do with Rachel, should our "girl time" get friskier than it had previously. She was exactly my type, 5'5", beautiful wavy chestnut hair down to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, flawless porcelain skin, perfect handful breasts with cute pink nipples, and the fit body of a dancer. I pressed myself back into Steve and reached back and caressed his hair. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked him playfully. He answered by spinning me around, holding my wrists firmly behind my back and kissing me hungrily. "Yes, as a matter of fact I would like to know, missy," he said, smirking. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed my neck, knowing just how much it turns me on.I knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and was more than happy to indulge him. "Well we'll be shopping for some sexy dresses or lingerie to impress you boys, so we'll have been ogling some skin all afternoon. We'll get home and want to relax, so maybe we'll trade massages. I'll slide her shirt up a bit, massage her lower back, then slowly slide her shirt up and off as I massage her shoulders." As I was spinning out this fantasy, Steve was kissing my neck, cupping my braless breasts through my t-shirt, fingertips teasing my ribs and the sides of my breasts. As I teased Rachel's shirt off in the fantasy, Steve toyed with the hem of shirt, dragging it up to expose my small tits, then quickly pulled it up over my head. "She'll be showing off those great legs in some little shorts, and I'll start to massage the backs of calves, then start to rub her thighs." Steve sucked each nipple in turn, and gave each a gentle bite, tracing patterns on my sides and stomach. She'd give a little sigh and squirm, and I wouldn't be able to resist. I'd plant some kisses behind her knees, then all up and down the backs of her legs." He took my cues naturally, kissing his way up the inside of each of my thighs. "I'd unhook her bra and she'd flip over, inviting me in. Kissing up her torso, I'd tease at the skin just at the waistband of her shorts with my tongue, then work up her to her belly button, and finally kiss and nip and her breasts." Expertly replicating everything I described, Steve had me panting for more. "Oh God yes Steve. Then I'd finally slide my hand into her panties make her scream." Steve stood up, and he slipped his hand into my damp panties, putting delicious pressure on my nub. With his free hand, he slipped out of his boxers, his thick manhood standing proud out of his naked frame. He grabbed me by the legs, yanked my panties down and off, and positioned himself between my legs. I spread my legs wide, fingers teasing my clit as he slid easily into my wetness. "God Steven," I moaned. "I need you babe. I need it hard tonight." Steve didn't need a second invitation, and settled into a hard, quick rhythm. He knelt at the edge of the bed, sitting up with my legs on his shoulders, fucking me hard. I arched my back, grinding my hips back up into his thrusts as I moaned and pinched my nipples. Our orgasms built quickly, I felt the tension rising in my loins as I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder, and I felt Steve swelling harder inside me. I wrapped my legs around Steve, moaning loudly as I pulled him further into me as I shook with an intense climax. He gave a few deep thrusts, groaned, and filled me with his cum. We lay there, sweaty and panting, for a few minutes, before I slid to my knees in front of him. I licked his soft, sticky cock a few times, and gently sucked him clean, savoring the mixture of his salty cum and my sweet muskiness. Once he was clean, I stood up, kissed him, and dragged him off to bed. "This is going to be a fun vacation my love. We'll need to rest up." _________________________________________________________________________________ Our trip to Florida was uneventful. We met Dave and Rachel and the airport with excited hugs and kisses all around. We didn't have too much time for pleasantries, as we did have some work to do getting supplies and prepping the boat for the weekend. Dave drove us all to the boat so Steven and I could drop off our bags. When we pulled into the dock, my jaw dropped. It was easy to see why this boat was Dave's favorite place to spend vacation time. Rae's Song was a beautiful, sleek 50 footer, sedan cockpit with a luxurious rear deck, and an additional smaller deck for sunbathing towards the bow. "Let me give you the dime tour, and then we'll get to work!" Dave said happily. The boat had all the amenities we could need for a great weekend. The aft deck was even nicer than it had looked from the dock. Plenty of lounges, ample room to sprawl out in the sun, a table for eating and playing games, even a well stocked wet bar! The top deck had the flybridge, a covered seating area and another lounger in the sun. The salon area was lavish, housing the helm, an additional dining area, and the galley. Dave made sure to point out the blender for margaritas, with a smirk a face. We had our own stateroom and head, next to the master suite Dave and Rachel were taking. Steve and I stowed our things in the storage area, and I gave him a quick peck before heading out to go shopping with Rachel. Rachel and I got a full compliment of food, wine, and booze for the weekend. "One more stop," Rachel said, just when I thought we were headed back to the boat. "I want us to get something special to surprise the boys. I know a place where we can get some really sexy bathing suits for this weekend, and maybe even some nice dresses for dinner tonight." I just smiled and shook my head, knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer. We drove past the marina and into a ritzy shopping area, and Rachel parked in front of a quiet little boutique shop. She was so excited for this shopping trip she practically jumped out of the car and ran into the store, leaving me bemused and behind. I opened the door to the shop and found Rachel happily shopping among the bikinis. She was like a kid in a candy store. Neither of us were shy about our bodies, and we each loved showing some skin during the summer or a on a night out, but the bathing suits here were risque, even by our standards. My surprise must have shown on my face as she held up a semi-sheer halter top. Rachel just smiled conspiratorially. "It's just us and the boys this weekend honey. We'll both benefit from keeping them ogling us, if you catch my meaning. And plus, it's not like there's anybody on that boat who hasn't seen my ta-tas," she said, giggling. "So come on, pick out one or two suits, and let's get dresses to wear tonight." As Rach happily flitted around the racks of bathing suits, I quickly realized she had a great point. Having three sets of eyes drinking in the sight of my exposed skin would get me worked up for Steve in our cabin, and he'd love having two good looking girls showing off for him and his friend. Hell, with how frisky Rachel was being, we would probably put on a show for the boys, and might even push our own boundaries. We shopped around the store, marveling at how small and sheer some things were. Both of us ended up two bikinis and a dress. I bought a lavender halter top that would hint at showing my nipples and almost certainly show them off once I got it wet, and a very skimpy pale blue bandeau top that wouldn't do much to hide what little skin it covered. Rachel got a bright pink semi-sheer string top and, to my surprise, a black mesh bikini that would leave her pretty much naked. I could tell by her devilish grin when she picked it out that she was getting aroused just thinking about having all our eyes on her in it. We drove back to the dock, and hid away our new bathing suits without letting the boys see them. Dave was showing Steve a few more things about the boat, since we would have to help him out to keep everything running smoothly. Rachel and I put away all the food, then helped with the rest of the cleaning. As the sun started setting, Dave fired up the small grill he brought and started cooking our steaks. I got the salad ready, Rachel set the table, and Steven got the wine decanting. He and Dave went inside to get cleaned up and dressed. I heard Rachel pad over to me, and felt her arms grab me in a hug. "I'm really glad you two were finally able to come out here with us, Davey and I have been dying to have you come with us," she said and pecked me on the cheek. She giggled and wolf-whistled once Dave and Steve came out in polos and khakis, looking cleaned up from the days work. "C'mon, lets go get sexy for our men!" she exclaimed, dragging me below deck. I laid my new dress out on the bed and stripped off to wash up. Hoping that Steve and I would have some fun in our room after, I slipped into one of his favorite thongs, and was putting on some lipstick when Rachel barged in holding her dress. "Sarah, I need some makeup….OH! I'm sorry honey" she said, surprisingly sheepish once she noticed I was topless. I invited her in, not bothering to cover my breasts. "I'm just finishing up getting ready, what do you need girl?" She told me that she needed to borrow some of my eyeliner to go with her dress. I rummaged around in my bag for it, and handed it over, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks so much for having us out here Rach, Steve and I are so happy about your engagement, and we're so excited we could come out and celebrate with you." Rachel blushed and looked a little bashful, and just nodded and went to the mirror to get ready. I slipped into my dress and smoothed it all out. The dress was Rachel's recommendation, and she did a hell of a job picking it out. A thin, pale green cloth, slim fitting from the waist up, short and flowy from the waist down, and a deep halter neck with narrow strips of cloth to cover my small breasts. Rachel glanced up at me in the mirror and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. "Ow oww! Damn, girl, Stevie is going to LOVE that dress on you. He's going to love it even more off you!" she said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at me. "I'm sure we'll be keeping each other up, the walls on this boat aren't exactly made of concrete, and I'll be damned if I'm not getting some this trip. Something about that salt breeze makes me jump Dave's bones." I suspected it would be more than the salt air making her horny this week, but kept that thought to myself. When she took off her shirt and bra, it didn't escape my notice that her nipples were hard. Rachel slid into her new dress, opting to go braless as well. She was a vision in her tight black and white floral pattern. Her legs went on for days from the short hem of the dress to her cute bare feet. I must have been looking a little too intently, since she caught my gaze and smirked. "See something you like honey? You'll have to wait, I belong to Dave tonight. C'mon, they're out there waiting for us." She walked past me and headed up the stairs, giving her butt a smack as she climbed. ________________________________________________ Steve greeted me once I stepped out with a glass of wine and a kiss, telling me that I looked wonderful. Judging by the canoodling Rachel and Dave were doing, I'd guess he was saying something similar. As we sat down, Steve and I raised our glasses to congratulate our best friends on their engagement. The wine flowed as easily as the conversation, continuing long past anybody still having food on their plate. Dave and Rachel exchanged a look, nodded and raised their glasses. "Steve, Sarah," Rachel began, "you two have seen us at our best and at our worst. You've been there for each of us, with support, love, and the occasional smack of reality." She got choked up, her voice trailed off, and Dave stepped in. "It was only ever a question of how we would ask. There is no one else in the world who should be up at the altar with us. Will you be our maid of honor and best man?" I jumped out of my seat, half laughing and half sobbing, and gave Rachel a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek as the guys exchanged their manly handshake. "Of course we will honey!" I exclaimed, once I calmed down a little bit. Dave came over and we had a friendly embrace, as did Rachel and Steve. We toasted again. and began discussing all the details of the wedding. They had a beautiful location on the cape picked out for an outdoor ceremony in the early summer. We drank yet another toast, this time the soon to be newly weds toasting our gullibility for getting involved in the wedding stress. After a few more glasses of wine, Dave stood up a bit uneasily, and proclaimed as officially as he could muster, "Alright everyone, as your captain, we all need to get some sleep, we're lifting anchor early tomorrow." Steve jumped to attention and gave him an "Aye, aye, captain!", while Rachel just rolled her eyes. "Alright then 'captain,' it's definitely time for bed," she said, eyes twinkling. As she dragged him by the hand down below decks, she gave me a conspiratorial wink as they vanished down the stairs. I slid over to Steven and curled up comfortably next to him on the bench seat, head in his lap. "Best man and maid of honor," I said dreamily. "I love those two, don't you?" Steve just nodded as he ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm happy for them, and I'm so glad we'll get to be a part of their night." I sat up a bit and kissed Steve, getting a passionate return. Right on cue, we heard a long, low, throaty moan from the main cabin, unmistakably Rachel's. We each chuckled, and Steve pulled me up closer to him, slipping a hand down my back as our lips met again. Another groan of pleasure from our friend provided a soundtrack as our tongues danced together. Our intensity grew, and Steve's strong hand gripped my ass firmly, pulling me up to straddle his lap. The wine, the kiss, and the sounds of lovemaking below us built a quick heat between my legs. As my hips rolled on the growing lump in Steve's pants, his lips found the delightful spot on my neck as his thumbs toyed with my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. A moan escaped my throat, which turned into a gasp as Steve untied the knot of my dress, exposing my breasts to the crisp night air. He caught one nipple in his lips, and I moaned again, pressing my chest into him. I felt the gentle bite that turns me on so much, and all my patience was gone; I needed him right there. I slid to my knees and nuzzled his crotch through his pants, then undid his belt and fly and yanked them down to his ankles. As I flitted the tip of my tongue on the delicate underside of his cock head, a louder, higher pitch groan came from Rachel. I smirked at Steve, knowing we both enjoyed this little game. We had vacationed with Rachel and Dave enough to know that their sex was as noisy and frequent as ours, and that we all liked putting on a bit of an aural show for the other couple. Neither Steve nor I needed to waste any more time; I cupped his balls with one hand and took as much of him in my mouth as I could, giving him a firm suck. My free hand slipped my thong off, then traced up the inside of my thigh and found my aching clit. I slid Steve's hard cock out until I just caught the head in between my lips, then I ran my tongue around it and drew him back into my mouth. A few minutes of this, combined with light, rapid circles on my clitty, and I was ready to jump his bones. As I stood up, I wiggled my hips out of my dress and straddled him again. I pushed him back flat onto the bench, put my hands on his strong chest, and sank down on his hard manhood. Leaning back, savoring the fullness in my pussy, I gently stroked my breasts. Steven thrusted his hips up impatiently, but I rolled my hips with him and held him down. "Simmer down there, big boy," I said huskily. "How often do we get to fuck outside? Let's make it worth our while." I put my hands back on his chest and slowly rocked my hips back and forth, just barely sliding his cock in and out of me. Steve's hands expertly teased my breasts, knowing exactly the light teasing sensations I needed in that mood. A moan snuck out of my lips as I threw my head and arched my back, gradually increasing my tempo. If we had forgotten that we weren't the only two going at it on the boat, Rachel and Dave reminded us at that moment. Two loud groans from Dave, the unmistakable sound of a palm meeting a curvy behind, a high, keening cry of orgasm from Rachel kicked our intensity up another notch. I ground myself harder on Steve's cock, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. Sitting back, I pulled Steve up as well and held his head to my breast. His big hands found my ass and pulled me hard into his lap as he caught my pierced right nipple in his teeth. We locked our eyes, glazed over with lust, as our urgency grew. I swung my hips in a small figure-8 as I slid up and down the steel of his cock. His muscles grew taut and his groans took on the sounds I knew meant he was close. I was going to need more to cum myself, but I could tell he needed release. A delightfully naughty idea came to me. I leaned in and nibbled his ear to get his attention. "I want your cum on me tonight. Wherever you like, just on me instead of in me tonight." Steve always enjoyed giving me facials, or cumming on my tits, and I was happy to indulge him. For one reason or another, though, it had been a while. From the smile he gave me, I knew he was pleased to be doing two things we hadn't done in a while that night. I rode his cock a bit more, then he easily lifted me off of his lap and gently settled me on the deck. I knew exactly what he wanted. Gathering my hair behind my ears, I knelt down and slid close to his standing frame. His manhood jutted out obscenely, as big as I've ever seen it, throbbing, purple, and angrily demanding satisfaction. I took his length into my mouth and slurped off the cocktail of our sex to his loud groan of delight. He clearly didn't want any teasing, so I blew him in earnest, sucking quickly and firmly. His need was tangible on my tongue and before long, his strained voice came from above. The Boat Trip Ch. 01 "God….I'm gonna cum Sarah." I slipped him out of mouth and gripped him firmly, hand jerking him over the edge. The first jet missed my eager tongue and hit my cheek, but I didn't mind: Steve liked these messy. The next spurt was closer to its mark, splashing my chin and lips. I moaned, reveling in the hot, sticky evidence of his pleasure. He grunted, shooting another burst onto my chin, and another forceful blast that ended up on my forehead. The last few drops dribbled out onto my tongue. I let them linger there, then swallowed them down, showing him my clean tongue. Leaning back, I propped my legs open as I collected some of his jizm on my finger, swallowing more of it down. Still reeling, he knelt between my legs and kissed my thighs lightly as he recovered. Impatient, I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him in towards my eager flower. Steve ran his tongue up my dripping folds, and when he reached my clit it was like a fire through my body. He lapped at my button in the way that drives me wild, occasionally enclosing it in his lips. I stretched my arms over my head and draped my thighs over his shoulders, luxuriating in his attentions. My hips rose to meet his face as he ran quick circles around my clit. I gathered more of his sticky cum on a finger and tasted his salty release as orgasm built. Deep moans rattled out of my throat as he sucked and tongued my clit, delicately but steadily. My fingers reached out for something to grab on to my bliss came nearer. The stars in my head blurred with the stars in the sky, my back arched, my toes curled, my legs went stiff and my hands clamped around the seat above me. I yelped, moaned, and shrieked out my pleasure as it cascaded through my body. Steve held his lips to my pussy even as my hips bucked uncontrollably, coaxing out every delightful wave he could. Two more twitches, and I collapsed, limp and pliable. He kissed his way up my sweaty spent body and nuzzled against my hair. We laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the harbor's sky and salt air, before the chill raised goosebumps all over my bare flesh. Unsteadily, I rose and took my love by his hand. "Come on sailor. Let's go get cleaned up and get some rest." We padded down the steps to our cabin, and as we passed the master cabin, our mischievous friends gave us a round of applause from their room. Steve and I laughed, returning the favor. It was going to be an interesting weekend. The Boat Trip Ch. 02 Dawn broke over the docks, waking us gently in the cabin of Rae's Song. I stretched out, laying my head comfortably on Steve's bare chest. He woke with a smile as I pulled the sheet off of us and straddled his lap, both of us still naked from our tryst the night before. "Hey there sailor," I said smirking as I felt the stirring in his loins. I leaned in and kissed him delicately, then hopped off him giggling as reached up to paw at my breasts. "Too late for that, sleepyhead! We have to help Rach and Dave get everything ready." I slipped into a pair of panties and a light t-shirt, and padded out to the galley. A very bubbly Rachel greeted me as she was starting to get breakfast ready. Judging by the way she was dressed, she had a similar wake up to mine. Simple black bikini style panties sent her gorgeous legs on for days, and a cute pink camisole clung to her breasts, leaving just a whisper of midriff at the hem. I gave her a friendly peck on the cheek and started the coffee. Dave came out of their stateroom, dressed comfortably in an unbuttoned linen shirt and swim trunks. We all took it in turns to shower as we got ready to lift anchor. By the time I was getting dressed for the day, the sun was beating down on the boat, so I opted for one of the bikinis Rachel helped me pick out. The lavender halter top teasingly suggested the outline of my rich pink nipples, and the slinky bottoms hung low on my hips. I wrapped a pearled, white sarong around my waist and padded out barefoot to the galley, where the others were sitting down to a big breakfast. Steve's eyes drank me in and glazed over with lust as I sat next to him. I shot him a coy smile and joined the chit chat. "So did we all have a fun night?" I teased my hosts. "Sounded like every one was enjoying themselves," Dave said smirking. "But at least some of us could keep everything in our pants long enough to make it to a cabin." I just smiled and shrugged. "Hey, your fiancee is right. There's just something about that sea air really gets to a girl. Hell, if I were you, I'd have my honeymoon on this boat." "From what I could hear, I'd be a bad friend not to let Steve take you out whenever he wants!" Dave laughed. Even I reddened a bit at this jibe, but only partly from embarrassment. The embers of last night still burned inside me, and they flared a bit as our passion was discussed so openly. Rachel gazed dreamily out at the water as her skin flushed to match mine. Her eyes closes heavily as she daydreamed for another second, before her husband-to-be snapped everyone back to reality. "Alright!" He said quickly. "Sarah's showing the right initiative here." Turning to Steve and Rachel, "Get dressed you two slackers, we've got to get going. Don't be too long, or I'll have you scrubbing barnacles off the hull!" We laughed and rolled our eyes at his 'captainly' threats, finished off our breakfasts and Dave sent them off to get dressed as we cleaned up. As we were washing the dishes, Dave gave me his patented smug grin and asked, "So you two felt the effects of the salt breeze, huh? I guess you see why Rachel and I spend so many weekends out here." "Absolutely! And it must be even nicer when you get out on the water and are away from everything. I can see why Rachel likes to pack.....lightly when coming down here," I said, smirking. I'd never been shy with Dave, in fact all four of us loved a bit of harmless flirtation and innuendo, but this was all a bit brazen for us. Just as I began to over-think the situation, Steve and Rachel came up from belowdecks, dressed and washed, and we were finally ready to set off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Later in the afternoon, once we were well away from shore, Rachel and I were basking in the sun on the aft deck as our boyfriends fished. The warm sun and the ocean had as all in a beautiful lull. Steve finally spoke and snapped us all out of our daydreaming. "You know, Sarah. There's a lot of pressure on us now. We each have to throw a hell of a party before these two have their big day." Rachel stretched out and chuckled. "Oh please. You boys will just pick a weekend and go to Vegas to gamble, drink, and go to a bunch of strip clubs. Now Sarah here has a tough job. Bachelorette parties are much more nuanced. Spas and shopping trips and party games....and of course making the right choice off the Chippendale's menu!" I quickly thought back to the highlights of other bachelorette parties I'd been to. "I've already got a few things in mind," I said. "Plus, you know me. I'll have just the right blend of naughty and nice. We played a great bar scavenger hunt for my sister's bachelorette, I may have to bring that one back. Plenty of shenanigans for the bride-to-be to find herself in." That pricked up the ears around me. "A little cliche, admittedly, but fun stuff. Fake proposal picture, getting a guy to give you his boxers, plus embarrassing shots, obviously." "Like what?" Dave asked. "Well..." I said, smiling. "My sister's bachelorette involved no small amount of tequila bodyshots amongst the bridesmaids. And lining up three guys with blowjobs shots for me, my sister, and the matron of honor was pretty awesome." Rachel rolled over and looked at me, one eyebrow cocked behind her sunglasses, her skin glistening in the sunshine. "What's a blowjob shot?" "It's pretty damn tasty," I chuckled, as Steve and Dave made a few snarky comments. "It's Bailey's and amaretto, topped off with whipped cream. You get a guy to sit down, plop the glass between his legs, and you, uh, you don't use your hands to drink it." "No hands, huh? Like a damn pro!" Dave chuckled. "Must be quite the sight. That AND the body shots." "Then you would have LOVED how the bride wound up with whipped cream all down her chin! She got so much shit for that," I said, laughing. As we traded more jokes at the idea of my soon-to-be-married sister with the whipped cream on her chin, Rachel got up and disappeared belowdecks for a few minutes. As I walked over to where the boys were to give Steve a kiss, I heard Rachel come up to the deck. In her hand was a tray with shot glasses, bottles of Bailey's and tequila, limes and salt, and of course, whipped cream. "Why not start the festivities now?" she asked with a trademark smirk. Rachel placed the tray on the table in the center of the lounge, placed her hands on her sassily-cocked hips, and asked impatiently, "Well, who's joining me?" Steve and Dave practically raced over to the lounger. They plopped themselves down with idiot grins on their faces as Rachel started pouring out the "blowjobs." She handed me one and, before anybody had time to react, knelt down in front of my Steve! Steve just smiled and shrugged as Dave chuckled. Not willing to back down in this little game of chicken with my friend, I gave Dave the eyes as I took my position. Rachel bit her lip as she placed the shot between Steve's legs, never breaking eye contact with me. Determined to up the ante, I ran my hand over Dave's thigh, gently prying his legs a litle further open. This was new territory for the four of us. I looked over at Steve for some reassurance, and his confident smile let me know that he was game for this. I wasn't sure where this train was going, but Rachel was definitely the conductor, and the rest of us were along for the ride. Hamming it up a bit now, I made a big show of putting my hair up in a pony tail, arching my back and pressing my small, taut breasts toward Dave. I could feel my nipples starting to tighten behind my thin bikini top. Rachel continued the one-up-manship as she laid her head on Steve's knee, petting his other thigh idly. The position of her head gently pressed the side of her soft breast into his calf. Tearing her gaze away from my boyfriend, Rachel turned her head to me and asked, "What do you say, Sarah? Ready to go down? One at a time, or together?" Eager to wrest some control back from the mischevious Rachel, I simply clasped both hands behind my back and dove my head towards the glass resting in Dave's crotch. Sealing my lips around the opening of the glass, I picked it up and threw my head back, freeing the sweet, creamy shot. Leaning back into Dave's legs, I dropped the glass tight to his crotch, and turned to face my friend. Rachel was finishing up her shot and dropping the glass back on the lounger. She turned to me, a drop of Bailey's on her lower lip, and smoulder in her eyes. I simply had to. I kissed her. And as I leaned over to her, I knew I fell into her trap exactly as she planned. Rachel growled into my kiss as we tasted each other. Her hands ran from my collarbone, down my ribcage, over my hips, and pulled me by the ass closer to her. I reached up with my own and cupped her face as she mashed our cores together. Our tongues danced as we traded the last drops of the sweet liqueur between our mouths. Her soft breasts pressed urgently against mine, and she tumbled over me as she pushed me to my back. "Oh my god, Rachel," I said breathily as she kissed the delicate curve of my neck. She was playing me like a fiddle, and I was fucking loving it. I was so enraptured by our kiss that I had completely forgotten about our boyfriends, who were watching entusiastically, until Rachel broke our kiss. Sitting up to grab the whipped cream and Bailey's again, she finally addressed Dave and Steve. "Who'd like a drink? Bachelors first?" She casually squirted a line of whipped cream down my tummy, stopping just above my navel. Dave looked hestitant, but he smiled at me when I bit my lip and stretched my arms over my head invitingly. He looked over to Steve for the final approval. "Go on man, it's your bachelor party!" Steve chuckled. And with that, Dave settled into position between my legs. My back arched up off the deck as his tongue slurped up from my belly button to the hem of my top. Rachel quickly set about pouring some of the Bailey's into my navel, and her lover greedily lapped it up. I gasped sharply when Dave's tongue bravely chased a few stray drops by running his tongue horizontally across my belly, tracing the soft skin just above the band of my bikini bottoms. "Mmmmmm-mmmmm good!" he said, licking his lips. He kissed Rachel as she beckoned Steve over with her index finger. Keying in on my reaction to the lick on my lower stomach, she set me up for Steve's shot with a line of whipped cream from hip bone to hip bone, retracing the path of Dave's tongue. She was showing me no mercy. Switching places with Dave, Steve sank to his knees between my own. I thrust my hips up at him before his lips even reached my sizzling skin. The attention of my friends had my whole body tingling as my nipples threatened to burst through my top. My groan was unmistakably sexual as Steve traced my favorite zig-zag pattern over my abdomen. "Oooooh fuck babe," I whimpered again as the creamy booze was sucked off my trim stomach. It was only now that I noticed I had locked my legs around Steve's waist, pulling him to close me. Three lustful gazes seared into me, and I knew something was going to break. Rachel knew it, too. And she knew she would be the one to do it. "My turn!" Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she grabbed the whipped cream can and the bottle. Straddling my hips, she cackled maniacally. Before I could even react, Rachel had my bikini top up over my breasts and resting on my neck. Two quick squirts of whipped cream capped off each of my mounds, hiding my nipples once again. I looked at her with wide, lusting eyes as I whimpered, like putty in her hands. Rachel was just....Rachel. Cool, confident, reassuring. "Please..." I whispered, finally voicing my need. Rachel cupped my face gently as she wriggled down my body. Licking a straight line up the underside of my left breast, her lips latched around my nipple. Sucking gently, she pulled it away from my tit as her hands held my hips down, releasing it after a second or two, allowing it to pop back into the air, slurped clean of any whipped cream. Shifting slightly, she began to pour the liqueur into the small valley between my breasts. With a long, flat tongue stroke, she licked all the booze off of me, and, without swallowing it, latched onto my other nipple. Again she gently pulled the hard nub of flesh away from the soft rise beneath it, this time lightly biting just behind my piercing. I couldn't stop moaning now. Releasing my pink, swollen nipple, Rachel straightened up, still astride my torso, flung her luscious brown hair back, and gulped down the shot. The instant she parted her lips again, I sat up, wrapped my arms around her hips, and kissed her like a long lost lover. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of my head, while her other hand gently tweaked my aching nipple. She hadn't forgotten about the time I told her my piercing made me more sensitive there. I was on fire. Reaching lower now, my hands found the full curve of her butt. I squeezed those firm globes and finally elicited a moan that could match mine. Rachel's tongue danced inside my mouth as our lips pressed even harder together. She tweaked my nipple a little harder now, sensing my arousal. For just a moment, I broke away from our kiss. As my hands headed for her boobs, she yanked her own top up and off, throwing it down on the deck. I took a moment to untangle my own top from my neck before locking our lips back together. "Ohhh god, yes Sarah," my best friend moaned as I cupped her wonderful boobs. This was the most sexual we'd ever been, by far, and yet it didn't feel like new territory. We had shared so much over the years that we already spoke the language of each other's bodies. I pushed her big, soft breasts together and kissed the delicate skin, just as she had told me she liked, and she moaned louder now. Her hips ground down into my torso as I felt the heat radiate from between her legs. Her body twisted and I shrieked at the electric shock through my core as her hand cupped my eager sex. "Sarah," she said, cool and calm, as though she were about to ask me the time. "I'm gonna fuck you Sarah. Right here on this deck. Your boyfriend and my fiancee are gonna watch me make you come." I couldn't even speak. All I could do was open my knees even more to her hand. There was some murmuring from the boys, but I quickly pushed that out of my mind. Only Rachel occupied my immediate focus, my imminent need. Pushing me flat onto my back, she worked her way down my neck and collarbone with her full lips, still slowly rocking her hand on my pussy; I was so wet for her. "Rr..rr.rach..." I could barely stammer out her name as her wet lips found my tits again, repeating the same soft nibble, slow stretch routine on each nipple, back and forth. That delicious pressure stayed on my sopping puss the whole while. I knew that the thin material didn't hide any of my heat from her. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered. "Since the first time we kissed, I've wanted you to be my first. I want to taste you, Sarah." "Oh god yes. Rachel, please," I begged her as I raised my hips up off the deck desperately. For all the fantasizing I had done about this beautiful girl, I had never honestly expected it to go this far. I trembled at the prospect. Her kisses snaked now across my belly and stopped at my hip bones. The fog lifted from my brain long enough to look over at the boys, still seated on the bench above us. They were barely keeping it together. Steve's eyes seared into mine and, just as Rachel hooked her index fingers into the waistband of my bottoms, he mouthed "I love you." I sighed and layed back as Rachel pulled down my last scrap of cover. My arousal clung to the dark spot in the crotch of the bathing suit. Rachel's hot breath tantalized me, hovering over the eye of the storm she created. The guys groaned as she shifted lower, kissing the inside of my thigh. Rachel lazily kissed up my thighs, taking in the feeling of my skin before crossing a new boundary. Everything in the world except for Rachel and me faded out of focus. When her tongue dragged up my dripping slit, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. My toes curled as my body tensed. And when her lips latched onto my clit, the scream broke out from my throat. She traced delicate patterns on my button as I thrased around on the deck. Rachel's big brown eyes looked up at me as she pressed her mouth down my dripping sex. "Ohhhh god yes Rachel, eat my pussy babe. Please, please, don't fucking stop, please," I torrented eager profanities as my legs clamped my beautiful friend's head in place. Rachel expertly follwed the motion of my squirming hips as she continued to eat me out. Her tongue was delicate, determined to seduce my pleasure, not take it by force. I was surprised at how quickly she had me careening out of control. My hands drifted up to my tits, squeezing and pulling on my nipples. It wasn't going to take much longer. Then she slid two of her fingers inside me, and I screamed her name yet again. My best friend had me desperate to cum, right there in front of her fiance. And I absolutely loved it. Her moans hummed into my core now as she felt how close I was. Rachel gently sucked on my clit, and finally the dam broke. My moans seized up in my throat, my thrashing hips froze for an instant, as every fiber of my being tightened and threatened to snap. "Raaachuughhhhhhh!" I couldn't even finish her name. Everything went blurry, and everything came into focus. Everything hurt, and everything was perfect. As the tension broke, and broke, and broke through my body in endless spasms, Rachel kept up her beautiful work on my burning pussy. Just before I had to push her away, her tongue slowed to a gentle lull on my now hypersensitive button. I collapsed in a puddle beneath her. Rachel sat up and smiled dreamily, wiping some of my wetness off her chin, then slurping it up off her fingers. "Sarah, that was better than I could have dreamed. You're so fucking sexy, and you taste so damn good!" she said with a chuckle. I needed to kiss her, but I could barely move or speak. She giggled and slid up my body once I motioned her up. The kiss we shared was slow, lazy, and tender. I was finally regaining some of my senses, and I realized how much I wanted to return the favor. My hands wandered over Rachel's sides, down her stomach, and finally between her legs. Her wetness radiated through her bottoms as she gently ground her sex into my hand. Just as I tried to slip my fingers into her bottoms, she slipped away from me. "Plenty of time for that later," she said, shifting her gaze to Dave. "Right now, I've gotta go see about my fiance." "Shit," I thought to myself as Rachel crawled over towards Dave on the seats. "Forgot about them." I was so caught up in my friend, that I had totally pushed our audience out of my mind. The boys sat a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to do, but Steve gave me a reassuring smile as Rachel reached Dave. I could tell they were both unaccustomed to being so passive, but were along for the ride. Both of their shorts were straining to contain their hardness. Rachel wasted no time in rubbing Dave through his shorts as she kissed him. I knew he could taste me on her lips. I slid myself over towards Steve's legs as Rachel kissed her way down her fiance's taut chest. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but time stopped again as Rachel yanked Dave's shorts down. His cock sprang out and slapped against her cheek, angrily demanding some attention. Rachel just giggled and held it against her cheek. Steve and I were entranced by their raw sexuality. "Christ," I thought to myself. "He's huge." Steve was certainly well above average, but I could tell just by looking that Dave was a bit longer, and definitely thicker. Rachel's pale hand looked so small as it slid up and down his ebony shaft. My hand absentmindedly trailed up towards the lump in Steve's shorts, but neither of us could tear our eyes away and she dragged her tongue up the long underside of Dave's cock. I audibly gasped as she took his bulging head between her lips, softly sucking it. Dave melted into the seat as Rachel took more of his cock into her soft mouth. She slowly withdrew and let him go with a pop. The Boat Trip Ch. 02 "I think the boys have earned a reward for their patience, don't you, Sarah?" she asked, looking over at us as she slowly stroked Dave's glistening cock. Steve just groaned his approval. It was Rachel and Dave's turn to gawp at us as I sat up and kissed Steve hard. The whole scene was getting to him and I felt his urgency in his kiss. Massaging his cock through his trunks, he was as hard as I'd ever felt him. I mirrored Rachel's movements and kissed down Steve's body and, taking one last look up for reassurance, sprang his hardness free. Still copying from Rachel's playbook, I nuzzled against Steve's length, then lazily ran my tongue from base to tip and softly sucked the mushroom shaped head. Such a familiar act, and yet so different as our friends watched on. I took a few more slow sucks of Steve's cock, going a little deeper each time, not wanting to rush things, when I heard more slurps and moans from my left. Rachel was back to work on her fiance. I glanced over at the two of them, admiring the scene. She sucked with a bit more purpose now, taking an impressive amount of his shaft into her mouth. They made for quite the scene. A soft sheen of sweat gathered on her brow and across her chest as she worked the big, dark cock in front of her. Dave's head was back on the seat, his eyes closed as he groaned occasionally. As Rachel found a particularly good spot, tension coursed through the cords of abdomen. When that passed, he opened his eyes and looked over at me, sucking his friend's cock. Dave's gaze was like a drug, different somehow than his earlier voyeurism. I smiled around Steve's hardness and turned back to give an even more enthusiastc blowjob. I started to rotate my hand and my mouth in opposite directions as I slid him in and out of my mouth. This got exactly the moan I was looking for. Something about this situation was even more lewd than being eaten out by Rachel, even more exposed. Steve's cock grew tenser and tenser, and I knew whatever happened next, I needed to cum again already. That's when I realized the moaning and slurping sounds from our friends had stopped. I paused for an instant and looked over to see Rachel now sitting in Dave's lap, lazily stroking his still-throbbing member. "Hey Sarah," Rachel had fire in her deep brown eyes. "Not that you seem to be struggling, but I thought maybe you could use some help over there? After all, that cock is pretty damn big. Then, when we're finished with Steve, you can help me with Dave." I don't know why I was surprised, but I stopped mid-stroke. Steve's cock twitched his answer, hard, in my mouth. **TO BE CONTINUED**