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A Sailing Story

By: clive522



Sir Frank wanted his yacht moved to the Med from South Florida and that was all there was to it.

"Just get it done Phillip." he barked.

Sir Frank was a man not to argue with, a self made multi millionaire who had no time for fools. We knew each other from way back at college and now both in our early 40's we both had a good understanding of one another. He was a Brit, but had world wide connections.

We agreed the terms and I made a few phone calls to old sailing hands to get the job done.

Isn't it always the way that just when you need someone they are doing something else far more important, for twice the money you have to offer.

So it was this time.

The only person on my list who jumped at the chance was Lisa or as I always called her Volcano tits. A lady roughly my age or there abouts, with a voluptuous figure and a wild sense of life. Of course her tits were her most outstanding points, well, maybe her smile as well.

I drove down to the marina and placed an add for 3 crew to sail to the Med, terms to be negotiated.

I now had the keys to the yacht, a fine 50 foot two masted vessel with a dark blue hull and white topsides.

Stepping aboard and opening the main hatchway I stepped down into a sumptuous main cabin area. It had chart table and plotting position close to the hatchway and a wet weather locker on the other side.

3 separate cabins, a galley (boats kitchen) and a huge main cabin area for lounging and dining.

She had all the electronics and gadgets you could wish for and world wide charts both electronic and paper. All I needed was the crew and away we go.

"Hi ... Hi ... anyone aboard," I heard a shout from the marina.

I popped my head out the hatchway to find Lisa beaming a million watt smile back at me.

"Hi darling, nice to see you, step aboard and bring your two friends with you," I chuckled.

"You cheeky barsteward," she responded and gave my ass a squeeze as she passed.

"Coffee, Tea or something stronger?" I asked.

"Something stronger in the shape of a fit guy would do me fine," she laughed.

"You still fit and horny are you?" I asked her.

"You bet I am," she responded.

She was a great companion, she was intelligent without being a smart ass and comforting without being patronising.

"Who else is on this one then Phillip?" she asked.

"Dunno yet," I replied "I still have to recruit them"

She ran through a half dozen names familiar to both of us, only for me to tell her they were all engaged elsewhere on more lucrative jobs.

We sat and chewed the fat for a while as we sipped iced tea from fine china cups 'well done Sir Frank' we both said to ourselves.

"I must be going now, shall I call back in tomorrow and see how your getting on?" she said.

"Yes do that Lisa, great to see you again and your two pals," and I gave one of her tits a playful squeeze. She responded by grabbing my crutch gently and giving it a squeeze in return.

"Nice package," she said smiling and walked off the boat down the decking.

"Hello any one there?" said a chirpy voice from the marina.

"Hi there and what can I do for you?" I responded.

Standing there was a guy about 6ft 3" tall dark hair swarthy complexion, dressed in a sailing top and jeans.

"I'm here about the crew your looking for," he said.

"Oh right, come aboard and lets chat," I said

He stepped over the mooring lines and slid down the steps into the main cabin.

"Wow, nice boat you got here," he said.

"Not my boat just a friends, sit down over there would you," I told him.

We chatted about the what, where and how of his previous experience and he handed me the equivalent of his CV, a most unusual thing to do in the circumstances.

I took his address and phone number and told him I would be in touch.

He had hardly stepped ashore when a girl with an olive skin and black hair asked if I was the captain looking for a crew. I helped her aboard and asked all the usual questions about her past experience, I told her too that I would be in touch.

Within the space of 3 hours six men and woman had all been interviewed for the 3 jobs available. None stood out as experienced and safe crew to take on what was a substantial journey.

One or more of the new crew would have to be able to cook, that was a certainty. I was not a good cook and Lisa didn't like cooking, although she could cook.

Hardly had my thoughts turned to Lisa and cooking as I felt the boat heal over as someone stepped onto the starboard side.

"Only me," shouted Lisa, "Pirate coming aboard," she chuckled and swung herself down into the cabin.

She pushed herself between the leather bench seat I was lounging on and the centre table and plonked down by my side, she gave my cock a playful squeeze as she did.

"My there's a big boy," she laughed.

My hand went to my cock and as if to check, I squeezed my own cock through my jeans.

"Well, I don't know about that, but he's sure not getting the exercise he wants," I responded.

"Pour me a drink and maybe we might remedy that," she winked cheekily and I got up and poured 2 whisky's from the drinks cabinet.

We sipped the whisky and chatted some more and as we did Lisa slid along the bench seat and slowly rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans.

When she was happy there would be enough to play with she unzipped me and pulled him from my boxers.

"I had almost forgotten what an uncut cock looked like, but now I remember," she laughed.

She worked her magic on him as she twisted and turned my foreskin over my now purple cock end. As she was playing with my cock I had managed to undo three buttons on her top and released her right tit out into the fresh air. Its hardened nipple stood proud of the smooth curve of her full tit. No wonder I had called her Volcano tits.

She lowered her head onto my cock end and lapped and sucked at it furiously. Almost as though there was a time limit to the whole thing. I couldn't have cared less, it had been quite a while since I had had this treatment and she could do whatever she wanted to my cock as long as I shot my load. It took no time at all for me to slump back down onto the seat and just let her work her magic on it. Pulling and tugging at my cock until I unloaded a huge jet of creamy cum all over her face, hands, tit and blouse top.

"Wow, you did need that badly, didn't you?" she exclaimed.

I nodded weakly and smiled as I saw a huge amount of cum dribbling everywhere.

"My turn now," she said "you're not the only one who needs a hand you know".

My hand returned to her taught nipple and with my other hand I ventured into the front of her jeans. She obligingly wriggled her ass out of her jeans and pants as I continued to bury my fingers into her pussy and clit. It seemed to take only a few minutes to have her bucking and writhing on the end of my fingers as she yelped and squealed as she came and flooded my hand with her sticky cum juice.

"Good boy, good boy," she smiled and laughed, "that was real good, I hope we get more as the journey goes on."

"So do I, you haven't lost your technique have you?" I asked.

"I had better get a sponge and sponge all this stuff off the seats or we could be stuck to them for a whole voyage," she said.

She got a sponge from the galley cupboard and started to sponge the seating at which I was still sitting, I could almost guess what was coming next as she stretched out and rubbed my face with the sponge. I grabbed it from her and she ran forward to the next cabin, trying to shut the door but failing as I followed her into the room. I dropped the sponge and started to undo my belt and pants. I slipped off my jeans and unfastened the belt from the jeans.

"Now my girl your going to get a good thrashing," and made out I was going to whip her with the belt.

"Oh no sir not another whipping oh God no!" she mockingly shouted.

She turned round and dropped her jeans to the floor. That was a bridge too far for me as I saw her plump rosy ass and the hint of pubic hair round her tight white cotton knickers.

I eased her pants aside and fingered her pussy with one hand as I grabbed at my stiff cock and placed him at her warm wet entrance.

I launched him into her pussy and grabbed both hips with my hands as he slid majestically into her.

"Oh yes give it to me baby , make me ride it," she said as she pushed back hard onto my cock, which was by now buried up to the root into her tight warm pussy.

We worked up a rhythm as we fucked hard at it, she was pushing back in time to my forward thrusts and we were both enjoying it and sweating profusely as we thrashed at the fucking.

I could feel her pussy grabbing and clenching tightly round my cock as she reached her peak. I unloaded a massive creamy string of cum into her and continued riding her until she started to subside.

We both flopped onto the single bunk still locked in each others arms.

"My God I needed that, and you haven't lost your touch, you barsteward," she said.

"No and neither have you Volcano tits," and I squeezed and massaged her tits.

I decide that Lisa would do some re interviews with me to sort the wheat from the chaff.

In the end we had 10 candidates and although some talked the talk, they were obviously not crew.

We decided that two short 3 hour trips with 5 of them on each trip would be the best test and the real world was always better than some talk up.

There were 5 guys on the first trip and on our return to shore we tied up and said our goodbyes to them.

"Jeez, if that's the best you got to offer then it looks like we won't be going anywhere," said Lisa.

I looked dejectedly at her and shrugged my shoulders. What a bunch, they had obviously not got a clue between them.

The second 5 were much better the next day and out of those 5 three shone head and shoulders above the rest.

As we made our way back to the marina Lisa and I chatted about the 3. We had agreed in a second or two and I said I would tell the 3 they had the trip and tell the other two 'nice try but no thank you'.

They turned out to be the big guy and the olive skinned girl and a freckle faced guy with short blonde hair. They were Dave, Jane and Guy and they were excited and thrilled to have been chosen. The two others a man and a girl were disappointed and asked to be remembered if we needed any more. I thanked them for their time and they left the boat and walked off down the marina.

The other three joined Lisa and I in the main saloon.

Dave had been to sea before as crew and had sailed round the Florida shores as had Jane. Guy had little experience but was very willing and eager to learn and he could cook.

He was asked to jot down a typical seafaring menu for a day and the results were just mouth-watering. Jane said she could cook, had cooked at sea, but didn't want to be stuck with the cooking.

I gave them a sample watch pattern I had used before for a 5 'man' crew trip which included all the cooking and washing up and cleaning duties necessary to keep a quality boat tidy and ship-shape. As well as the housekeeping duties they all had to muck in with the sailing tasks as well and I emphasised that this wasn't a picnic.

I told them they should all report at 8 the next morning with wet weather gear and life jackets for a shake down cruise for a full 24 hours and let's sort the men from the boys. I asked Guy to buy food for us all including beers and wines and gave him $200 reminding him I wanted some change.

They all left the boat including Lisa and I sat back at the chart table to work out the next days trip.

Within ten minutes Jane returned to the boat and said the other girl who had been on the boat had met her at the marina building and asked her if she would be prepared to split the crew job with her if she could get the trip – how did I feel about that?.

I said I didn't really care but I would need to speak to her in person and check her out some before I said a positive yes to it all.

Jane said the girl was waiting on the pontoon and should she ask her aboard.

I told her to get her on board and that she should come in as well.

"What's this all about?" I asked them both.

"I really want this and I was so disappointed that I felt I had to try to get on the trip," the girl said.

"What about you Jane why should you do this, remember your pays cut in half but the works the same," I asked.

"I just thought it would be good for the ship to have a better balance," she said.

"Sorry Jane I decide what the ship needs not you," I rapped "now what's the real reason?"

"Ok ok I fancy her," said Jane.

"Oh my God," said the girl "I'm not gay or anything you know".

"I thought, when we were out at sea you had your arm round me .....Oh I'm sorry I have misread the whole thing .... sorry," Jane burbled.

"Look, I have no problem with this but I will have to let you two sort out that side of things, but I wont stand any nonsense at sea, you both understand that don't you?" I said.

I told them to both turn up tomorrow at 8 and I would take a final judgement on it all tomorrow. They both left kind of embarrassed.

The next morning was bright, sunny and a good breeze about force 5. They all appeared on the pontoon in their wet weather gear of different colours and shades and all except one had a life jacket on.

"Where's the life jacket Jane," I asked.

"Sorry I don't have one," she said. 

"Go to the chandlery to buy one and get back here pronto or your off the boat," I shouted.

We started the engine ready to manoeuvre and the rest of the crew stood by the mooring lines ready to go. 

5 Minutes then 10 minutes then 15 minutes and no Jane.

"Ok you guys lets cast off and go," I shouted to them.

Jane came running down the pontoon and jumped aboard just at the bow rail, throwing herself onto the foredeck and panting and puffing.

"Sorry!" she shouted up to me.

"Get back here Jane, now!" I shouted back at her.

She stumbled past Dave and Sheila the 7th crew member, as she made her way to the stern.

"Look Jane, unless you get a grip of this your off O..F..F.. off, have I made myself clear to you?" I rasped.

"Sorry Phillip, I really am sorry," she said sheepishly.

"I'm not interested anymore Jane, get on with the sailing, you have a lot of ground to make up here," I said.

We made our way out of the marina under power and towards the open sea.

Lisa got them organised for getting the foresail up and then the reefed main sail.

"Ready when you are Lisa," I shouted over the wind noise.

Lisa barked out orders to the crew and up went the sails and I stopped the engine.

The name of the game was to hoist sail, reef sail, change direction, tack, anchor, hoist the anchor and generally exhaust them to see how they faired.

The first hour went well with everyone seeming to get a station to keep and a job to do and they almost seemed like a fully trained crew.

Jane seemed to struggle so I suggested she could make drinks for everyone.

She asked everyone what they wanted as though she were in a café.

"Jane, keep it simple, water or coffee is the choice, and there isn't a menu on board!" I said.

"Sorry!" she responded.

"And stop saying SORRY!" I yelled.

Lisa came aft and peeked into the cabin to see what Jane was doing.

"She's crying in there, you know?" she said.

"I'm past caring Lisa, she's more trouble than value," I responded.

Jane came out of the cabin with some mugs of coffee, it was obvious she had heard what I had said.

She handed out the coffee and Sheila comforted her on the fore deck.

"What do you think Lisa?" I asked.

"Ditch her, I'm sure your right," Lisa replied.

Jane came towards me and asked whether she could have a private word with me in the main saloon.

I said yes and she went below.

"Lisa, take the helm and if I'm not out in an hour rescue me," and I laughed.

I slid down the companionway into the saloon and as I did I closed the hatch behind me.

As soon as I had closed the hatch Jane slid off her sea trousers to reveal her black bush and almost at the same time she lifted her top to her neck and revealed two large self supporting tits. Her olive skin shone in the sunlight.

"I'm really really sorry I screwed up and if your going to ditch me Ok but I thought you might like a taste of young pussy first." She whispered.

Well I wasn't going to pass the opportunity to fuck this one and I lowered my sea trousers and pulled my cock out. I stepped up to her and she leaned back on the centre table. I rubbed her pussy with my right hand and grabbed her right tit with my left hand. She was hot wet and waiting, I slid the first two inches into her and she moaned. She got all the rest in one straight slick slippery move. As the boat rolled and pitched I fucked her for all I was worth and she loved it.

"Spray it all over my tits ... please," she begged.

I did just that, as I reached a peak with my cock thundering in and out of her tight wet pussy, I pulled all the way out and a string of cum shot all over her tits, stomach and pussy hair.

I said "Now don't do it again," in a mocking loud voice.

I pulled up my sea trousers and fastened them over my shoulders, Jane went to the heads (Ships toilet) to wash.

I skipped up on deck and Lisa gave me one of her looks.

Guy went into the galley and was soon doing his thing with the food. We took several course changes and hoisted and lowered sail and things were looking quite good.

"Lunch is ready skip," said Guy poking his head out of the saloon.

"OK first sitting for lunch is ready," I shouted out and 4 of them went below for their lunch.

In 40 minutes I shouted into the saloon, "OK you lazy set get out here and let me get mine."

"Wow, nice meal," said Dave as he came out on deck.

"Yeh, first class," said Sheila as she came up on deck rubbing her stomach in appreciation.

"Was it good Lisa?" I asked.

"You picked a winner there," she said and took the helm from me.

"Glad to see I did something right," I responded.

I went below and sat at the centre table, Jane sat opposite me and Guy served up our soup starters. He had done some crusty French bread and butter rolls in the centre of the table.

I was about to start mine when Jane's foot came up my thigh and went straight onto my cock. Guy hadn't noticed as he sat at the table end next to the galley.

"This is good Guy," I said.

"Thanks it's a combination of bought soup with special additions," he said.

"It tastes beautiful," said Jane, rubbing her foot even harder over my bulging cock.

I was having difficulty concentrating on my food as she rubbed away skilfully with her foot.

Guy stood up collected our plates and brought in our mains. We had steamed fish, new potatoes and young carrots a treat if ever I saw it and of course there was the choice of beer or wine. I chose a small glass of wine, Jane chose a huge glass of white wine.

"Not a good idea at lunchtime Jane," I scolded.

"Why?" she queried.

"You'll see, you'll see," I said and laughed as I finished up my plate.

After wiping my plate with some left over crusty bread I stood up from the table.

"You've passed with flying colours Guy, I'll get someone to wash up for you," I said.

"Why thank you sir," he said "but if you don't mind I'll do the washing up myself."

"OK if you insist," I said.

I was about to set off out the saloon when I noticed Guy looking at my crutch area. My cock was tenting my pants and I had to readjust myself before stepping out on deck.

"Good choice eh Lisa?" I said to her.

"Spot on," she replied, " best ships food I've had in a long time."

Jane looked as sick as a dog, chiefly because of all the wine she had drunk.

We raced, we pottered around, we dropped anchor, we sailed lazily along and then about 4pm I set course back to the marina and in about an hour we were tied alongside our berth.


A Sailing Story Ch. 01



Sir Frank wanted his yacht moved to the Med from South Florida and that was all there was to it.

"Just get it done Phillip." he barked.

Sir Frank was a man not to argue with, a self made multi millionaire who had no time for fools. We knew each other from way back at college and now both in our early 40's we both had a good understanding of one another. He was a Brit, but had world wide connections.

We agreed the terms and I made a few phone calls to old sailing hands to get the job done.

Isn't it always the way that just when you need someone they are doing something else far more important, for twice the money you have to offer.

So it was this time.

The only person on my list who jumped at the chance was Lisa or as I always called her Volcano tits. A lady roughly my age or there abouts, with a voluptuous figure and a wild sense of life. Of course her tits were her most outstanding points, well, maybe her smile as well.

I drove down to the marina and placed an add for 3 crew to sail to the Med, terms to be negotiated.

I now had the keys to the yacht, a fine 50 foot two masted vessel with a dark blue hull and white topsides.

Stepping aboard and opening the main hatchway I stepped down into a sumptuous main cabin area. It had chart table and plotting position close to the hatchway and a wet weather locker on the other side.

3 separate cabins, a galley (boats kitchen) and a huge main cabin area for lounging and dining.

She had all the electronics and gadgets you could wish for and world wide charts both electronic and paper. All I needed was the crew and away we go.

"Hi ... Hi ... anyone aboard," I heard a shout from the marina.

I popped my head out the hatchway to find Lisa beaming a million watt smile back at me.

"Hi darling, nice to see you, step aboard and bring your two friends with you," I chuckled.

"You cheeky barsteward," she responded and gave my ass a squeeze as she passed.

"Coffee, Tea or something stronger?" I asked.

"Something stronger in the shape of a fit guy would do me fine," she laughed.

"You still fit and horny are you?" I asked her.

"You bet I am," she responded.

She was a great companion, she was intelligent without being a smart ass and comforting without being patronising.

"Who else is on this one then Phillip?" she asked.

"Dunno yet," I replied "I still have to recruit them"

She ran through a half dozen names familiar to both of us, only for me to tell her they were all engaged elsewhere on more lucrative jobs.

We sat and chewed the fat for a while as we sipped iced tea from fine china cups 'well done Sir Frank' we both said to ourselves.

"I must be going now, shall I call back in tomorrow and see how your getting on?" she said.

"Yes do that Lisa, great to see you again and your two pals," and I gave one of her tits a playful squeeze. She responded by grabbing my crutch gently and giving it a squeeze in return.

"Nice package," she said smiling and walked off the boat down the decking.

"Hello any one there?" said a chirpy voice from the marina.

"Hi there and what can I do for you?" I responded.

Standing there was a guy about 6ft 3" tall dark hair swarthy complexion, dressed in a sailing top and jeans.

"I'm here about the crew your looking for," he said.

"Oh right, come aboard and lets chat," I said

He stepped over the mooring lines and slid down the steps into the main cabin.

"Wow, nice boat you got here," he said.

"Not my boat just a friends, sit down over there would you," I told him.

We chatted about the what, where and how of his previous experience and he handed me the equivalent of his CV, a most unusual thing to do in the circumstances.

I took his address and phone number and told him I would be in touch.

He had hardly stepped ashore when a girl with an olive skin and black hair asked if I was the captain looking for a crew. I helped her aboard and asked all the usual questions about her past experience, I told her too that I would be in touch.

Within the space of 3 hours six men and woman had all been interviewed for the 3 jobs available. None stood out as experienced and safe crew to take on what was a substantial journey.

One or more of the new crew would have to be able to cook, that was a certainty. I was not a good cook and Lisa didn't like cooking, although she could cook.

Hardly had my thoughts turned to Lisa and cooking as I felt the boat heal over as someone stepped onto the starboard side.

"Only me," shouted Lisa, "Pirate coming aboard," she chuckled and swung herself down into the cabin.

She pushed herself between the leather bench seat I was lounging on and the centre table and plonked down by my side, she gave my cock a playful squeeze as she did.

"My there's a big boy," she laughed.

My hand went to my cock and as if to check, I squeezed my own cock through my jeans.

"Well, I don't know about that, but he's sure not getting the exercise he wants," I responded.

"Pour me a drink and maybe we might remedy that," she winked cheekily and I got up and poured 2 whisky's from the drinks cabinet.

We sipped the whisky and chatted some more and as we did Lisa slid along the bench seat and slowly rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans.

When she was happy there would be enough to play with she unzipped me and pulled him from my boxers.

"I had almost forgotten what an uncut cock looked like, but now I remember," she laughed.

She worked her magic on him as she twisted and turned my foreskin over my now purple cock end. As she was playing with my cock I had managed to undo three buttons on her top and released her right tit out into the fresh air. Its hardened nipple stood proud of the smooth curve of her full tit. No wonder I had called her Volcano tits.

She lowered her head onto my cock end and lapped and sucked at it furiously. Almost as though there was a time limit to the whole thing. I couldn't have cared less, it had been quite a while since I had had this treatment and she could do whatever she wanted to my cock as long as I shot my load. It took no time at all for me to slump back down onto the seat and just let her work her magic on it. Pulling and tugging at my cock until I unloaded a huge jet of creamy cum all over her face, hands, tit and blouse top.

"Wow, you did need that badly, didn't you?" she exclaimed.

I nodded weakly and smiled as I saw a huge amount of cum dribbling everywhere.

"My turn now," she said "you're not the only one who needs a hand you know".

My hand returned to her taught nipple and with my other hand I ventured into the front of her jeans. She obligingly wriggled her ass out of her jeans and pants as I continued to bury my fingers into her pussy and clit. It seemed to take only a few minutes to have her bucking and writhing on the end of my fingers as she yelped and squealed as she came and flooded my hand with her sticky cum juice.

"Good boy, good boy," she smiled and laughed, "that was real good, I hope we get more as the journey goes on."

"So do I, you haven't lost your technique have you?" I asked.

"I had better get a sponge and sponge all this stuff off the seats or we could be stuck to them for a whole voyage," she said.

She got a sponge from the galley cupboard and started to sponge the seating at which I was still sitting, I could almost guess what was coming next as she stretched out and rubbed my face with the sponge. I grabbed it from her and she ran forward to the next cabin, trying to shut the door but failing as I followed her into the room. I dropped the sponge and started to undo my belt and pants. I slipped off my jeans and unfastened the belt from the jeans.

"Now my girl your going to get a good thrashing," and made out I was going to whip her with the belt.

"Oh no sir not another whipping oh God no!" she mockingly shouted.

She turned round and dropped her jeans to the floor. That was a bridge too far for me as I saw her plump rosy ass and the hint of pubic hair round her tight white cotton knickers.

I eased her pants aside and fingered her pussy with one hand as I grabbed at my stiff cock and placed him at her warm wet entrance.

I launched him into her pussy and grabbed both hips with my hands as he slid majestically into her.

"Oh yes give it to me baby , make me ride it," she said as she pushed back hard onto my cock, which was by now buried up to the root into her tight warm pussy.

We worked up a rhythm as we fucked hard at it, she was pushing back in time to my forward thrusts and we were both enjoying it and sweating profusely as we thrashed at the fucking.

I could feel her pussy grabbing and clenching tightly round my cock as she reached her peak. I unloaded a massive creamy string of cum into her and continued riding her until she started to subside.

We both flopped onto the single bunk still locked in each others arms.

"My God I needed that, and you haven't lost your touch, you barsteward," she said.

"No and neither have you Volcano tits," and I squeezed and massaged her tits.

I decide that Lisa would do some re interviews with me to sort the wheat from the chaff.

In the end we had 10 candidates and although some talked the talk, they were obviously not crew.

We decided that two short 3 hour trips with 5 of them on each trip would be the best test and the real world was always better than some talk up.

There were 5 guys on the first trip and on our return to shore we tied up and said our goodbyes to them.

"Jeez, if that's the best you got to offer then it looks like we won't be going anywhere," said Lisa.

I looked dejectedly at her and shrugged my shoulders. What a bunch, they had obviously not got a clue between them.

The second 5 were much better the next day and out of those 5 three shone head and shoulders above the rest.

As we made our way back to the marina Lisa and I chatted about the 3. We had agreed in a second or two and I said I would tell the 3 they had the trip and tell the other two 'nice try but no thank you'.

They turned out to be the big guy and the olive skinned girl and a freckle faced guy with short blonde hair. They were Dave, Jane and Guy and they were excited and thrilled to have been chosen. The two others a man and a girl were disappointed and asked to be remembered if we needed any more. I thanked them for their time and they left the boat and walked off down the marina.

The other three joined Lisa and I in the main saloon.

Dave had been to sea before as crew and had sailed round the Florida shores as had Jane. Guy had little experience but was very willing and eager to learn and he could cook.

He was asked to jot down a typical seafaring menu for a day and the results were just mouth-watering. Jane said she could cook, had cooked at sea, but didn't want to be stuck with the cooking.

I gave them a sample watch pattern I had used before for a 5 'man' crew trip which included all the cooking and washing up and cleaning duties necessary to keep a quality boat tidy and ship-shape. As well as the housekeeping duties they all had to muck in with the sailing tasks as well and I emphasised that this wasn't a picnic.

I told them they should all report at 8 the next morning with wet weather gear and life jackets for a shake down cruise for a full 24 hours and let's sort the men from the boys. I asked Guy to buy food for us all including beers and wines and gave him $200 reminding him I wanted some change.

They all left the boat including Lisa and I sat back at the chart table to work out the next days trip.

Within ten minutes Jane returned to the boat and said the other girl who had been on the boat had met her at the marina building and asked her if she would be prepared to split the crew job with her if she could get the trip – how did I feel about that?. 

I said I didn't really care but I would need to speak to her in person and check her out some before I said a positive yes to it all.

Jane said the girl was waiting on the pontoon and should she ask her aboard.

I told her to get her on board and that she should come in as well.

"What's this all about?" I asked them both.

"I really want this and I was so disappointed that I felt I had to try to get on the trip," the girl said.

"What about you Jane why should you do this, remember your pays cut in half but the works the same," I asked.

"I just thought it would be good for the ship to have a better balance," she said.

"Sorry Jane I decide what the ship needs not you," I rapped "now what's the real reason?"

"Ok ok I fancy her," said Jane.

"Oh my God," said the girl "I'm not gay or anything you know".

"I thought, when we were out at sea you had your arm round me .....Oh I'm sorry I have misread the whole thing .... sorry," Jane burbled.

"Look, I have no problem with this but I will have to let you two sort out that side of things, but I wont stand any nonsense at sea, you both understand that don't you?" I said.

I told them to both turn up tomorrow at 8 and I would take a final judgement on it all tomorrow. They both left kind of embarrassed.

The next morning was bright, sunny and a good breeze about force 5. They all appeared on the pontoon in their wet weather gear of different colours and shades and all except one had a life jacket on.

"Where's the life jacket Jane," I asked.

"Sorry I don't have one," she said. 

"Go to the chandlery to buy one and get back here pronto or your off the boat," I shouted.

We started the engine ready to manoeuvre and the rest of the crew stood by the mooring lines ready to go. 

5 Minutes then 10 minutes then 15 minutes and no Jane.

"Ok you guys lets cast off and go," I shouted to them.

Jane came running down the pontoon and jumped aboard just at the bow rail, throwing herself onto the foredeck and panting and puffing.

"Sorry!" she shouted up to me.

"Get back here Jane, now!" I shouted back at her.

She stumbled past Dave and Sheila the 7th crew member, as she made her way to the stern.

"Look Jane, unless you get a grip of this your off O..F..F.. off, have I made myself clear to you?" I rasped.

"Sorry Phillip, I really am sorry," she said sheepishly.

"I'm not interested anymore Jane, get on with the sailing, you have a lot of ground to make up here," I said.

We made our way out of the marina under power and towards the open sea.

Lisa got them organised for getting the foresail up and then the reefed main sail.

"Ready when you are Lisa," I shouted over the wind noise.

Lisa barked out orders to the crew and up went the sails and I stopped the engine.

The name of the game was to hoist sail, reef sail, change direction, tack, anchor, hoist the anchor and generally exhaust them to see how they faired.

The first hour went well with everyone seeming to get a station to keep and a job to do and they almost seemed like a fully trained crew.

Jane seemed to struggle so I suggested she could make drinks for everyone.

She asked everyone what they wanted as though she were in a café.

"Jane, keep it simple, water or coffee is the choice, and there isn't a menu on board!" I said.

"Sorry!" she responded.

"And stop saying SORRY!" I yelled.

Lisa came aft and peeked into the cabin to see what Jane was doing.

"She's crying in there, you know?" she said.

"I'm past caring Lisa, she's more trouble than value," I responded.

Jane came out of the cabin with some mugs of coffee, it was obvious she had heard what I had said.

She handed out the coffee and Sheila comforted her on the fore deck.

"What do you think Lisa?" I asked.

"Ditch her, I'm sure your right," Lisa replied.

Jane came towards me and asked whether she could have a private word with me in the main saloon.

I said yes and she went below.

"Lisa, take the helm and if I'm not out in an hour rescue me," and I laughed.

I slid down the companionway into the saloon and as I did I closed the hatch behind me.

As soon as I had closed the hatch Jane slid off her sea trousers to reveal her black bush and almost at the same time she lifted her top to her neck and revealed two large self supporting tits. Her olive skin shone in the sunlight.

"I'm really really sorry I screwed up and if your going to ditch me Ok but I thought you might like a taste of young pussy first." She whispered.

Well I wasn't going to pass the opportunity to fuck this one and I lowered my sea trousers and pulled my cock out. I stepped up to her and she leaned back on the centre table. I rubbed her pussy with my right hand and grabbed her right tit with my left hand. She was hot wet and waiting, I slid the first two inches into her and she moaned. She got all the rest in one straight slick slippery move. As the boat rolled and pitched I fucked her for all I was worth and she loved it.

"Spray it all over my tits ... please," she begged.

I did just that, as I reached a peak with my cock thundering in and out of her tight wet pussy, I pulled all the way out and a string of cum shot all over her tits, stomach and pussy hair.

I said "Now don't do it again," in a mocking loud voice.

I pulled up my sea trousers and fastened them over my shoulders, Jane went to the heads (Ships toilet) to wash.

I skipped up on deck and Lisa gave me one of her looks.

Guy went into the galley and was soon doing his thing with the food. We took several course changes and hoisted and lowered sail and things were looking quite good.

"Lunch is ready skip," said Guy poking his head out of the saloon.

"OK first sitting for lunch is ready," I shouted out and 4 of them went below for their lunch.

In 40 minutes I shouted into the saloon, "OK you lazy set get out here and let me get mine."

"Wow, nice meal," said Dave as he came out on deck.

"Yeh, first class," said Sheila as she came up on deck rubbing her stomach in appreciation.

"Was it good Lisa?" I asked.

"You picked a winner there," she said and took the helm from me.

"Glad to see I did something right," I responded.

I went below and sat at the centre table, Jane sat opposite me and Guy served up our soup starters. He had done some crusty French bread and butter rolls in the centre of the table.

I was about to start mine when Jane's foot came up my thigh and went straight onto my cock. Guy hadn't noticed as he sat at the table end next to the galley.

"This is good Guy," I said.

"Thanks it's a combination of bought soup with special additions," he said.

"It tastes beautiful," said Jane, rubbing her foot even harder over my bulging cock.

I was having difficulty concentrating on my food as she rubbed away skilfully with her foot.

Guy stood up collected our plates and brought in our mains. We had steamed fish, new potatoes and young carrots a treat if ever I saw it and of course there was the choice of beer or wine. I chose a small glass of wine, Jane chose a huge glass of white wine.

"Not a good idea at lunchtime Jane," I scolded.

"Why?" she queried.

"You'll see, you'll see," I said and laughed as I finished up my plate.

After wiping my plate with some left over crusty bread I stood up from the table.

"You've passed with flying colours Guy, I'll get someone to wash up for you," I said.

"Why thank you sir," he said "but if you don't mind I'll do the washing up myself."

"OK if you insist," I said.

I was about to set off out the saloon when I noticed Guy looking at my crutch area. My cock was tenting my pants and I had to readjust myself before stepping out on deck.

"Good choice eh Lisa?" I said to her.

"Spot on," she replied, " best ships food I've had in a long time."

Jane looked as sick as a dog, chiefly because of all the wine she had drunk.

We raced, we pottered around, we dropped anchor, we sailed lazily along and then about 4pm I set course back to the marina and in about an hour we were tied alongside our berth. "OK listen up, you all passed out OK, but I want you Jane to go below and wait there for me. Lisa you go below too," I said " the rest of you be here on Friday next with one, and I mean one only kitbag of clothes. Any more than one and it goes in the sea, OK?"




A Sailing Story Ch. 01



They all said goodbye as Lisa and Jane went below. Guy was finishing up in the galley and put on his sailing top ready to go.

"You did real well for me. I want to meet you on Wednesday next to discus food supplies and once again thanks," I patted him on the back and away he went.

"Ok Jane, this is the way it is, you're not pulling your weight and although you're a great fuck, you're not going on the trip." I rasped.

Janes' mouth dropped and I thought Lisa was going to pass out.

"You bastard! You rotten bastard," Jane yelled.

"So sue me why don't you!" I hit back " now get off the boat and don't let me see you down here again and by the way the marina police will be looking out for you if you do try"

"Fuck you!" she shouted back over her shoulder as she jumped onto the pontoon.

"Not very ladylike was she eh?" giggled Lisa " but was she as good a fuck as you made out?"

"Well no she wasn't, but I wanted to let her down gently, " I said and laughed out loud.

"You are a bastard aren't you?" said Lisa.

I shrugged my shoulders and said "fancy another glass?"

Lisa flopped down on the thick leather seat and waited for me to pour her a large whisky.

"Do you fancy making an evening of it?" she asked.

"Lisa that would be very nice," I said and settled back on the seat.

"Ok lets go into the main cabin and get to it, you hunky bastard," and she hurried into the main cabin aft flinging off her top as she went.

We fucked for the world, most of the evening, and drank so much whisky and wine our heads were swimming. What a woman and she showed me new tricks with her tits, but more of that later. We fell asleep on the bed and didn't wake up until around 9.30 the next morning.

"You OK?" I said as I opened my eyes and turned towards her.

"You bet I am," she said "are you?"

"Yep, this is going to be one hell of a trip, I can feel it." 

"You can feel it at this time on a morning," she said and chuckled.

"I can feel it if you'll let me," I said laughing and tickling her belly.

Boy those tits looked even better in the morning sunlight.

A week passed slowly and on the Wednesday I opened up the deck hatch and put out the pontoon steps. I had hardly set foot back into the steering flat when I was startled by a cheery "hi there".

It was Guy in a brand new set of sea clothing.

"Hi, the early bird and all that," I said.

"Well you said get here on Wednesday and here I am," he answered.

We went below to the main saloon and sat next to each other on the bench seat on the port side.

I laid out previous trips supplies and then he set out some work he had done during the past few days.

I was impressed. He had done his homework well, not only that but he was a good $300 a week cheaper than my estimates.

"How come I asked?" I asked.

"It's a question of when where and how and of course bargaining," he said.

I noticed he was coming closer along the seat as he showed me the documents. My hand rested on his shoulder as he explained the figures to me.

He turned to me and made as though he was going to kiss me. I pulled back quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said " I thought you were, you know."

"That's Ok don't worry, isn't that Paul Smith your wearing?" I queried.

"Yes it is," he answered "you like it?"

"I do, it's very nice," I responded and he quickly leant into me and kissed me on the cheek.

I looked slightly startled but didn't pull away, he took that as a slightly more encouraging sign and did it again.

I don't know what happened then but I kissed him back and yes, before I knew it, he had his hand on my cock and was stroking it through my cropped shorts.

His hand disappeared up the loose leg of my shorts and in a second he had a full handful of my cock. I have to say it felt good. Not since second year high school had a guy had his hand on my cock, but schoolboy wanking developed into an art form at my high school and I was in the thick of it.

He twisted and milked my cock until I could stand the constraints of my shorts no longer and slipped them off onto the floor.

He took a new hold on my cock and with what can only be described as precision, jerked me off until I shot my load straight up in the air.

He quickly slipped off his pants and there was a beauty of a cock, glistening with precum on the end and waiting to be thrashed.

I obliged by taking it in my right hand whilst rubbing his sack with my left hand and rubbing his cock end with my first finger. He loved it and in no time at all he blew his load all down my fist and arm.

"Thanks for that I hoped you would," he said.

"You did?" I responded.

"Maybe we can do more as we sail away across the seas?" he asked.

"Maybe we can," I said.

Thursday saw the stores brought on board and packed away in the storeroom and galley.

The boat filled with fresh drinking water and the diesel tank topped up ready for the off.

Friday arrived and the first on the scene was Sheila, a rough tough looking girl about 26 or 28, with fair shortish hair, a good figure but not spectacular.

"When you get stowed below get out your passport and let me check it out," I told her.

"Which cabin and which bunk?" she asked.

"As long as you don't try to get the main cabin the answer is any and any OK?" I shouted "first here first choice."

"Cool," she responded.

In minutes she was back on deck in the steering flat with her passport. 

"Mmmm English born and not too far from where I was born," I said to her.

"Really?" she queried.

"That looks OK, I keep them in the ships safe until we dock, saves all the hassle with customs etc," I told her.

The rest quickly followed on and I did the same with all of them. I realised that I had left mine in the locker in the marina and hurriedly left the boat to get it. Wow that would have been a good one for the skipper to be without a passport in a foreign port.

Stood at the fence looking through the wire mesh was Jane, she stared at me with those intense big dark eyes.

"Are you sure I can't go?" she asked.

"I am Jane, don't take it personally, you were just not up to it by comparison and I'm not carrying passengers, all the crew have to work in unison and you couldn't. You were a great fuck though and I appreciated that," I said.

"Ok," she said mournfully "fuck me when you get back eh?"

I didn't speak but kissed her through the wire and waved as I turned towards the boat.

We sailed out of the marina on Friday 20th at 0900 EST. a bright flawless morning with sunny skies and a fresh westerly breeze.

We weren't in a rush to get there, so our course would be Bermuda first, then the Azores then Gibraltar and then take fresh instructions as to where we end up in the Med.

Myself, Lisa, Dave, Sheila and Guy were the crew and I had worked out a watch pattern so that there were always two people on duty during daylight hours and one person during darkness with a first call backup. The electronic gadgets on the boat had a watch keeper system so that the single handed night turn had to strike a button every 15 minutes to stop an alarm going off. This ensured he or she was awake and paying attention, lets see how it goes during the trip.

The day was passing without incident and Lisa came to chat to me.

"Fancy a quickie?" she said.

"That's the best offer I've had so far today," I said.

We slipped into the main cabin and I slowly stripped her and she stripped me. God those tits were to die for. 

"Let's do doggy," she said.

"Ok let's do doggy," I replied.

She turned and knelt up, holding the bunk top rail to steady herself. Her pussy was leaking and I hadn't really realised she was such a hot lady.

My cock was hard in no time and I fed him into her warm waiting hole. It slid in so easily with all her pussy juice helping. Just an inch or two to start and then I gradually launched it in to her. Soon we were banging away at ten to the dozen. Stroking her clit with her other hand as I ran my fingernails up and down her spine, she yelped with pleasure and started shouting 'fuck me fuck me' far too loudly. I covered her mouth with my right hand and rubbed her clit with my left as I pounded in and out of her. 

She exploded almost at the same time as me and as I slowly pulled my wilting cock out a great load of cum slowly dripped out of her pussy.

"Nice, very nice," I said.

"You're still doing it good," she said panting and drawing breath.

We went back up on deck and sat on the aft seats.

Sheila came to me and sat on my left.

"You know we all enjoyed that one," she whispered and laughed in my ear.

"Were we that noisy?" I said.

"Well I don't think the people in Oregon could hear you, but we never missed a beat," she said "If its any consolation Dave has gone to the heads to jerk off and I'm so wet I thought I had peed myself."

"Wow, well thank you for sharing that with me," I said and laughed out loud, Lisa wasn't sure what to do but there was no going back so we just toughed it out.

Sheila went onto the fore deck and it was obvious what she was doing in her pants, rubbing away frantically then a gasp and she laid back down full length on the deck.

Dave came out of the heads looking kind of sheepish and went forward to where Sheila was laid on the deck. They chatted for a while and then they were sat much closer together.

I got lost in the sailing but obviously Lisa was keeping an eye on things and she nudged me in the ribs and nodded forward. It looked like Sheila had her hand down Dave's pants and was at the least, giving his cock a stroke. Dave strained back and very soon he gasped and lay back on the deck. Sheila lay next to him and they were talking and laughing.

Lucky Dave I thought.

I gave Sheila a new look over as she lay on the deck. Not huge tits but full and firm, she was heavy set with muscular shoulders and back and long long legs. Trouble was they had always been covered up by trousers, so at the next port of call, Bermuda, we would have to have a dress up evening to show off the ladies charms.

Guy seemed to be the only one not talking about fucking and that made me wonder why, perhaps he was gay, perhaps he was bi with strong leaning to gay – who knows. Within minutes however, he appeared at the companionway with a raging hard on shouting "First sitting for lunch!"

"Did you see what I saw Lisa?" I queried.

Lisa hardly stopped for breath and was gone into the saloon before I could say anything. I saw her using her skilful hands to grope the front of Guys pants which were really tenting.

The others were still getting to grips with getting off the deck and were lazily making their way towards the saloon. Meantime Lisa was fast bringing Guy to a climax, but he pushed her hand off as he saw me looking.

Dave and Sheila went below as Lisa popped her head out of the hatch.

"He's going to save it for you to do!" she said winking and laughing as she returned to the table.

When second sitting was about to be served there was only Guy and I at the table of course and he looked at me with puppy dog eyes waiting for me to stroke him.

I hadn't actually sat down when he pulled me towards the cabin he occupied. He placed one finger across his lips, telling me to be quiet.

His pants and boxers were off in a second and in a single movement he pushed me backwards so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was almost level with his cock and he took a pace forward until his solid rock hard cock was about an inch from my mouth. 

What could I do but let it slip all wet and hot between my lips and I sucked and licked it for all I was worth. He came in a matter of minutes a huge creamy load of sticky come.

"Don't go down on me we have to get our meal and make this look simple, not complicated," I said.

He pulled up his boxers and pants and made his way back into the saloon.

After lunch I went back on deck to the steering flat, where Lisa was.

"Good lunch?" she said.

"It was, he's good isn't he?" I said.

"At cooking or cock sucking?" she said.

"Both," I responded.

Lisa went below and was talking to Guy for about 20 minutes or so.

"OK he's going to join us in our cabin tonight for some adult fun, that's if you don't mind?" she said.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

Evening came and the three of us went to the main cabin after a great dinner and some vino. Dave and Sheila were on duty for the night turn and we had the below decks to ourselves. Lisa started to strip to her underwear and so did I, Guy was a little slow off the mark and Lisa started to help him.

She had both of us down to just boxers when she slowly tugged mine off completely and then turned to Guy.

"Can Phillip take mine off Lisa?" he said.

"Sure why not," she said.

I tugged his boxers down to his knees and they fell the rest of the way and he stepped out of them. His cock jutted straight out from his body, the benefit of youth I thought. Mine was hard and sloped slightly downwards from my body. Lisa took off her bra and pants and came towards us both dropping down on her knees and taking hold of both cocks at the same time.

She sucked us both with a new frenzy, but Guy was more interested in tweaking my nipples and playing with my chest hair. Lisa sucked, oblivious to what was happening further up our bodies.

This was a huge turn on for me and I had to stop Lisa sucking my cock any more and begged her for a rest. I suggested that I give her pussy a good licking and she lay down on her back on the bunk. I started to lap at her pussy but without any pre warning, Guy slid under me and started to lick and suck my cock. I have to give him credit, he was a million times better at it than Lisa. He was so good that just a few seconds of this brought me to the edge. We were all very close to coming when without warning the single man alarm went off and I flew out of the cabin and out onto the steering flat. Just as I climbed the steps up, the alarm was switched off.

As I came level with the wheel, Sheila was stripped below the waist and so was Dave and he had a raging hard on. It was obvious where it had been a few seconds earlier as her pussy was wet and glistening in the failing light of dusk.

"What the hell, you two!" I shouted.

"Sorry," said Dave.

"Nice cock!" said Sheila.

It was only then that I realised I was naked and yes, I did have a raging hard on as well.

"Don't let it happen again," I said "you'll give me heart failure."

"If we don't Lisa will," Sheila said.

"Don't be so bloody cheeky," I said and went back to the main cabin.

Lisa was hard at work sucking the rocks off Guy and he seemed to be enjoying it, at least more than he was before.

I stood behind him and held his cock straight so Lisa good get a good suck at it. This turned him on big time, and he pressed back against by now cold body. He took my cock in his hand and stretched it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over my mushroom head.

Lisa was sucking and rolling her tongue over his cock and he was bucking and writhing in her mouth. His left hand took my left hand behind him and he rubbed my hand over his ass cheeks and then into his crack. I knew where he wanted me to go and my fingers started to open his cheeks so I could get a finger into his ass.

"Oh yes, Oh yes," he said as he felt my finger slide into his ass.

Lisa was still sucking and licking like a mad thing at his rock hard cock. His hips started to buck and writhe as we both dealt with him. In a couple of short strokes he shot his creamy come all over her tits face and stomach. His ass had clamped up on my finger like a vice and my mind had, just for a second, wondered to 'what would have happened if that had been my cock' scenario.

His now wilting cock slipped out of Lisa's slippery mouth and hung there leaking a string of come from his slit. Lisa rubbed her face and tits on a towel and turned her attention to my cock. In seconds she had it in her mouth slobbering her spit all over the end and sucking just about as hard as it was possible to suck. Guy slipped his arm round my waist and slapped my ass, his other hand circled my cock at the root as Lisa dealt with the shaft and tip.

He stretched my cock back as far as it would go and gave Lisa just the mushroom head to play with. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and drenched it in spit then plunged it straight into my ass hole. He thrust it in and out and produced an incredible itch in the roof of my mouth as he slid his finger in and out of my hole.

In a matter of minutes I had come and dribbled my load over the two of them.

We heard moans and groans from up on deck and realised that Sheila and Dave had also reached their climax.

Sheila came down the companionway to visit the heads, with no clothes on.

"Nice one Sheila," Lisa said.

Sheila was in too much of a hurry but came out in a minute or two, still naked but smiling.

"Can I join you?" she asked.

"You sure can," I said.

She sat on the edge of the bench, opened her legs real wide and took my cock and fed it into her pussy.

I fucked her so hard I thought my brains would fall out. She loved it as she gasped and bucked and twisted on the seat as I slid in and out of her. Lisa and Guy were still playing but watching us from the other end of the bench. Lisa slid along the seat and started to rub Sheila's pussy lips with her hand. Sheila came in a matter of seconds. Her back arching up until she was banana shaped on the seat. She twitched and shuddered as she came and sprayed pussy juice all over me and Lisa.

This was hot.

This was sexy.

This was no more than a quarter through the journey.

Would I make it to the Med.?

Would I eventually fuck all of them?

And I was the captain in charge! 



A Sailing Story Ch. 02



Our course was roughly 135 degrees with a long haul out of sight of land from the water's surface. If someone went up the mast then maybe they would see the mainland for much longer. But sending someone up the mast on a Bosons' chair was not easy out at sea and certainly not pleasant.

The boat had lots of wizardry on board, GPS twice, Electronic charts and Autopilot. It had a super 4 cylinder diesel engine and a smaller but adequate diesel generator, enough to make cooking and lighting easy and comfortable. It ran a large chest freezer and a fridge and also a small but very useful fresh water maker. This turned sea water into fresh water, enough to use for drinking but not for any other purpose.

The first day at sea went well enough with Guy making a shrimp and crab salad for lunch. He told me he was doing the perishables first while they were nice and fresh and then the more boring stuff later. I suggested that we tidy the whole boat, it wasn't filthy but it wasn't in tip-top condition and I wanted to sail into Hamilton Harbour gleaming and pristine.

About 2 in the afternoon the satellite phone rang and I went into the chart position to take the call.

"Hi Sir Frank, yes ....., yes....., yes all's fine here maybe another 2.5 days for Bermuda." 

He was checking that we had actually started and wanted some idea of our progress. He made it clear to me that he really wasn't checking up on me, it was just that he liked to keep up to speed with what was happening.

"Ok, yes .... no problem. Thank you for asking, ..... I will, bye bye."

I put the phone carefully back on its charging station, which had a spring clip to hold it firm while the boat rolled and twisted.

"Ok listen up, Sir Frank sends his best wishes to us all and his message is 'be careful' as he always says."

The message was met with smiles and Sheila seemed to get a new lease of life scrubbing away at the fore deck. She was trying to get something off the deck and I went forward to take a look. 

"That's a natural stain in the Teak plank, " I said as she started to scrub even harder "leave it and treat it with that rubbing oil when it dries out."

"Ok" she replied and gave me a cheery smile.

The others were all busy with Dave at the helm and Lisa polishing the stanchions. I went down to the chart table and got out the ships logbook. I filled out the morning entry with all the usual stuff, course, sea state, wind and anything noted as I saw it. I didn't like the "chatty" style of Logbook, I liked the simple straight workmanlike style. I was fiddling with the seat height twisting and spinning it until suddenly the seat dropped about a foot and I fell backwards onto the companionway.

I picked myself up, feeling foolish and stupid all at the same time. The seat was a single pedestal type and the rise and fall lever was stiff and unused. I searched in the chart table cupboard for some light machine oil but couldn't find any.

"Interesting position," said Guy cheekily " Can I give you a hand?"

"Erm, no thanks. Have you seen a small squeezy can of oil?"

"I have one in my toilet bag." he answered.

"Guy, I am talking machine oil, not baby oil!"

"Sorry," he responded "there's one in the tool rack near the engine though, shall I get it for you?"

"Yes please."

He came back and handed me the oil and I lubricated the handle and I looked whether or not I should also do the seat stem while I was here, 'Oh why not!' I said to myself and squirted some on the stem.

I moved the lever and the seat pulled up higher. I swung the seat round and sat on it with my feet on the step ring, it almost immediately sunk to the very bottom of its travel. I pulled the lever again and stood up and the seat rose to its full height. Sitting down again the seat sunk to the lowest position. 

"Damn, damn, damn," I said " I shouldn't have oiled the stem."

"Nope you shouldnt," said Guy " just the lever."

"Ok ok. " I said, waving my hand at him to go away.

It was a silly mistake and now I would have to take the stem apart to take all the oil off, clean it and re-assemble it. I got a selection of tools from the engine space and started to take the thing apart.

An hour and a half later with the whole thing in 50 parts I started to clean the rubber O rings and the stem with detergent and I soaked the O rings in the detergent solution. I reassembled it and set the lever and the seat rose higher and I sat on it to test it out. It immediately started to slowly sink back down again.

"Damn and more damn." I said 

"Do you want an ice cold drink?" Guy said.

"Yes please, orange or something like that please."

Guy returned shortly with a heavy glass full of ice and orange, delicious.

I decided that perhaps I should ring ahead to Hamilton and ask a marine engineer what the best way of fixing it should be. 20 Minutes on the phone gave me an answer I hadn't expected. Oiling the stem had ruined the O rings and the engineer had taken the make, model and serial number of the seat and would have a new set of parts waiting for me when we arrived. 

This would teach me a lesson to be more careful. 

Guy was in his ultra small shorts, more like swimming shorts, no T shirt and for the first time I could see the muscles rippling on his back as he moved about the cabin. The whole boat interior shone and sparkled as though it were just out of the factory. I packed the tools away into the cantilever box and lugged it into the engine space. I put the rags and other bits and pieces into the bottom of the chart cupboard and felt totally deflated by what had been a thoroughly wasted 2.5 hours. I sat on the seat and as it slowly descended downwards I chuckled to myself.

"I know what you are laughing at," said Guy" your wasted efforts eh?"

"Too true." I answered.

Guy stepped towards me and put his arm round my shoulders. The heat of his body surprised me as he pulled me close into him, our bare body's slipping together with the sweat. I felt good and I didn't pull away. His right hand was stroking my right thigh and it moved higher up my leg and onto my shorts to get a feel of my semi hard cock. He squeezed it and gently massaged it through the thin cotton cloth. I was aware that we were being watched by Lisa who was on the stern rail polishing away. Guy had a good grip of my now ever increasing cock and flicked it upright through the material. His hand released it and slipped, as if by magic, under my waistband and down through the thin line of pubic hair and took a firm hold on it again.

He tugged and stretched the tight skin up and down and slipped my foreskin up and down over the ever hardening mushroom head.

He released his hand round my shoulder and pulling my arm said " let's go down here" pulling me towards the main cabin. He lay me back on the bed and pulled my shorts all the way off my legs and revealed my naked cock and pubic hair. As he came onto the bed I could see that he had already removed his shorts and had a really hard cock jutting straight out in front of him.

He saw me looking at his cock and took it in his right hand and moved it up and down in an exaggerated masturbation pose to highlight to me that he had a terrific boner. He gave his cock 5 or 6 long slow stretches and moved the foreskin over the head and then way back until the glans pulled his cock head back in a bending motion. It looked absolutely fantastic and turned me on even more. My own cock was solid and although as I lay with my back on the bed it didn't stand out, it was free of my body and ready for action.

He took my cock in his hand and slowly started to masturbate me, squeezing and tugging at it as he went up and down the full length. He sat astride my legs and I could look at his stiff cock , sometimes pointing upwards other times resting on my upper thigh and he played my cock to perfection.

He asked me what I liked as I came and I told him that I liked nice long strokes just before I came and just after, slowing to nothing with the foreskin pulled back tight as I shot my last drops. He picked up the pace and soon I was almost there his hand was a blur as he thrashed my engorged cock, soon I was unloading creamy white come all over his fist and arm and over my pubic hair and belly.

He released my cock and as he did I took hold of his rock hard cock and started to do the same on him. I asked him what he liked and he said he wanted it fast and hard all the time including when he came and just afterwards, then let go and let his cock relax. He was soon coming and splashed a whole load over my belly and chest with one jet hitting the underside of my throat. There was masses of the stuff and it was very very creamy and very sticky. He rolled off my legs and lay alongside me on his back.

Neither of us spoke, the cabin lit by a bright and piercing shaft of light from the roof hatch.

I fell asleep and was only woken by a violent heave and lurch of the boat. Sitting bolt upright on the bed I looked down at my chest and cock to see the sticky goo partially dried and yet still sticky on my body. I jumped up and went into the shower and showered it all off with some sweet smelling gel. I climbed out and towelled myself off and put on my shorts. Where had I put my deck shoes, I didn't know, but I did know I was getting thrown around a lot. I made my way out into the main cabin and up the steps to the aft deck. The breeze had picked up and the sea had some huge waves with a constant swell of 3 or 4 metres. 

"Ouch!" I yelled as I stubbed my toe on the top step. I ducked back down and slipped on my deck shoes which I found under the chart table.

The boat was heeled over at a steep angle, and was dipping well down into the waves.

With following waves it made steering difficult and Dave at the helm was struggling, turning the wheel first one way then the other.

"Look Dave, don't try to counter every wave, let it go, like this ...." and I took the wheel and stopped the thrashing about.

"Ah, I see." he said

I handed the wheel back to him and he steered less violently than before.

"Just watch the compass, keep roughly to the heading, not exactly." I said.

Dave nodded and kept a firm grip on the wheel.

Sheila and Lisa had given up on the cleaning and looked to the sailing. We still had the foresail up but slightly reefed and the mainsail was only 75%, I was thinking about some more reefing of the mainsail and my mind was made up as we pitched into a huge wave and the spray lashed across the deck.

I gave the instruction to reef the mainsail to 30% and keep the foresail as it is. Sheila and Lisa buckled to on the winches and soon we had the mainsail reefed and the ropes tied off fast. The boat handled much better as a result and we soon skipped over the water at speed.

Sheila was soaked as she was late getting her wet gear on and as a result the spray had soaked her through. 

"Go below and get some dry clothes on under your wet weather gear," I instructed.

She slipped down below and at the same time I noticed trailing lines mid decks and made my way over to coil the lines and fasten them down. It was then that I noticed the blond hair and pert tits of Sheila visible through the fanlight above her cabin. I spent much much longer than needed coiling the lines and fastening them up. 

'Wow I said to myself as I looked at her tits jutting out with firm hard nipples upturned and with dark brown areolas, wouldn't mind a lick of those beauty's'

I dropped a heavy coil of line on the deck head and startled Sheila, as well as diverting my attention back to what I should have been doing. I looked again downwards to the cabin and Sheila was looking up at me and cupping both her tits in both hands to give me a proper look at them both. I gave her the thumbs up and she laughed and then waved.

I made my way back to the stern and wedged myself into the stern pilot seat. Sheila appeared and came to sit next to me her body covered by the wet weather gear and so tits not now visible.

"What's Guy doing down there?" I asked her.

"I think he must have been in his cabin, I didn't see him," she replied.

That was Ok, he was pulling his weight, the below decks looked fantastic.

I stepped below to get a glass of water from the galley and looked round to see if Guy was about, he wasn't. I shuffled along past the dining table and Guy's door was ajar, I peeked inside and could see he was laid on his bed with headphones on, tapping his feet. I quickly exited the space and made my way back towards the stern, checking as I passed, our position on the GPS chart. We were doing Ok but not fantastic and I considered revising our progress.

Time slipped by and now Sheila was at the wheel, I had decided that we switch to auto pilot and the wheel was spinning to the electric motor, Sheila was there to keep a lookout and check our progress. A large tanker, heavily laden, was now visible on our starboard side and I asked if everyone on deck had seen it, they all had.

Our paths would cross in about 3/4 of a mile and so we slightly altered course to take us behind the tanker and avoid it. We were less than 300 yards from it as we passed , no one visible on the bridge, no people anywhere, a huge ship making about 16 knots with a white creamy trail behind it. They would know they had passed us because, just like ourselves, the automatic radar plotter signalled an alarm for conflicts of any kind. We had ours turned alarm on, they probably didn't.

Lisa went below and I stood up and made my way forward. I stood with my back against the mainmast, braced as the boat pitched and heaved against the sea. I felt really good the wind in my hair, the sea spray and the feeling of openness.

I noticed that Dave was below as well, just me and Sheila on deck. I hadn't quite worked out what Dave and Sheila were, either as individuals or as a team yet, but time would tell. 

Without any warning Sheila turned towards me and pulled her wet weather gear apart and lifted up her T shirt, showing me at close hand the firmt pert pair of tits I had viewed from the deck hatch.

"You like those then?" she said.

I shuffled over to her double helm seat and tweaked them in between my thumb and forefinger. 

"Why not just suck the hell out of them?" she said.

I held up the T shirt with one hand and pushed her left breast higher and clamped my lips onto her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and as much of her tit as I could. My right hand slipped down to her thigh, covered by at least 2 layers of clothing and moved quickly up her leg until it was hard against her pussy and I rubbed through the clothes as she twisted and squirmed in the seat.

"Later, later," she said " save it for later."

I continued sucking and only when a huge wave buffeted the boat did I surface for air. The nipple and breast standing out very red and swollen as a result of my attentions. She pulled down the T shirt and outer waterproofs and grinned from ear to ear. 



A Sailing Story



"OK listen up, you all passed out OK, but I want you Jane to go below and wait there for me. Lisa you go below too," I said " the rest of you be here on Friday next with one, and I mean one only kitbag of clothes. Any more than one and it goes in the sea, OK?"

They all said goodbye as Lisa and Jane went below. Guy was finishing up in the galley and put on his sailing top ready to go.

"You did real well for me. I want to meet you on Wednesday next to discus food supplies and once again thanks," I patted him on the back and away he went.

"Ok Jane, this is the way it is, you're not pulling your weight and although you're a great fuck, you're not going on the trip." I rasped.

Janes' mouth dropped and I thought Lisa was going to pass out.

"You bastard! You rotten bastard," Jane yelled.

"So sue me why don't you!" I hit back " now get off the boat and don't let me see you down here again and by the way the marina police will be looking out for you if you do try"

"Fuck you!" she shouted back over her shoulder as she jumped onto the pontoon.

"Not very ladylike was she eh?" giggled Lisa " but was she as good a fuck as you made out?"

"Well no she wasn't, but I wanted to let her down gently, " I said and laughed out loud.

"You are a bastard aren't you?" said Lisa.

I shrugged my shoulders and said "fancy another glass?"

Lisa flopped down on the thick leather seat and waited for me to pour her a large whisky.

"Do you fancy making an evening of it?" she asked.

"Lisa that would be very nice," I said and settled back on the seat.

"Ok lets go into the main cabin and get to it, you hunky bastard," and she hurried into the main cabin aft flinging off her top as she went.

We fucked for the world, most of the evening, and drank so much whisky and wine our heads were swimming. What a woman and she showed me new tricks with her tits, but more of that later. We fell asleep on the bed and didn't wake up until around 9.30 the next morning.

"You OK?" I said as I opened my eyes and turned towards her.

"You bet I am," she said "are you?"

"Yep, this is going to be one hell of a trip, I can feel it." 

"You can feel it at this time on a morning," she said and chuckled.

"I can feel it if you'll let me," I said laughing and tickling her belly.

Boy those tits looked even better in the morning sunlight.

A week passed slowly and on the Wednesday I opened up the deck hatch and put out the pontoon steps. I had hardly set foot back into the steering flat when I was startled by a cheery "hi there".

It was Guy in a brand new set of sea clothing.

"Hi, the early bird and all that," I said.

"Well you said get here on Wednesday and here I am," he answered.

We went below to the main saloon and sat next to each other on the bench seat on the port side.

I laid out previous trips supplies and then he set out some work he had done during the past few days.

I was impressed. He had done his homework well, not only that but he was a good $300 a week cheaper than my estimates.

"How come I asked?" I asked.

"It's a question of when where and how and of course bargaining," he said.

I noticed he was coming closer along the seat as he showed me the documents. My hand rested on his shoulder as he explained the figures to me.

He turned to me and made as though he was going to kiss me. I pulled back quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said " I thought you were, you know."

"That's Ok don't worry, isn't that Paul Smith your wearing?" I queried.

"Yes it is," he answered "you like it?"

"I do, it's very nice," I responded and he quickly leant into me and kissed me on the cheek.

I looked slightly startled but didn't pull away, he took that as a slightly more encouraging sign and did it again.

I don't know what happened then but I kissed him back and yes, before I knew it, he had his hand on my cock and was stroking it through my cropped shorts.

His hand disappeared up the loose leg of my shorts and in a second he had a full handful of my cock. I have to say it felt good. Not since second year high school had a guy had his hand on my cock, but schoolboy wanking developed into an art form at my high school and I was in the thick of it.

He twisted and milked my cock until I could stand the constraints of my shorts no longer and slipped them off onto the floor.

He took a new hold on my cock and with what can only be described as precision, jerked me off until I shot my load straight up in the air.

He quickly slipped off his pants and there was a beauty of a cock, glistening with precum on the end and waiting to be thrashed.

I obliged by taking it in my right hand whilst rubbing his sack with my left hand and rubbing his cock end with my first finger. He loved it and in no time at all he blew his load all down my fist and arm.

"Thanks for that I hoped you would," he said.

"You did?" I responded.

"Maybe we can do more as we sail away across the seas?" he asked.

"Maybe we can," I said.

Thursday saw the stores brought on board and packed away in the storeroom and galley.

The boat filled with fresh drinking water and the diesel tank topped up ready for the off.

Friday arrived and the first on the scene was Sheila, a rough tough looking girl about 26 or 28, with fair shortish hair, a good figure but not spectacular.

"When you get stowed below get out your passport and let me check it out," I told her.

"Which cabin and which bunk?" she asked.

"As long as you don't try to get the main cabin the answer is any and any OK?" I shouted "first here first choice."

"Cool," she responded.

In minutes she was back on deck in the steering flat with her passport. 

"Mmmm English born and not too far from where I was born," I said to her.

"Really?" she queried.

"That looks OK, I keep them in the ships safe until we dock, saves all the hassle with customs etc," I told her.

The rest quickly followed on and I did the same with all of them. I realised that I had left mine in the locker in the marina and hurriedly left the boat to get it. Wow that would have been a good one for the skipper to be without a passport in a foreign port.

Stood at the fence looking through the wire mesh was Jane, she stared at me with those intense big dark eyes.

"Are you sure I can't go?" she asked.

"I am Jane, don't take it personally, you were just not up to it by comparison and I'm not carrying passengers, all the crew have to work in unison and you couldn't. You were a great fuck though and I appreciated that," I said.

"Ok," she said mournfully "fuck me when you get back eh?"

I didn't speak but kissed her through the wire and waved as I turned towards the boat.

We sailed out of the marina on Friday 20th at 0900 EST. a bright flawless morning with sunny skies and a fresh westerly breeze.

We weren't in a rush to get there, so our course would be Bermuda first, then the Azores then Gibraltar and then take fresh instructions as to where we end up in the Med.

Myself, Lisa, Dave, Sheila and Guy were the crew and I had worked out a watch pattern so that there were always two people on duty during daylight hours and one person during darkness with a first call backup. The electronic gadgets on the boat had a watch keeper system so that the single handed night turn had to strike a button every 15 minutes to stop an alarm going off. This ensured he or she was awake and paying attention, lets see how it goes during the trip.

The day was passing without incident and Lisa came to chat to me.

"Fancy a quickie?" she said.

"That's the best offer I've had so far today," I said.

We slipped into the main cabin and I slowly stripped her and she stripped me. God those tits were to die for. 

"Let's do doggy," she said.

"Ok let's do doggy," I replied.

She turned and knelt up, holding the bunk top rail to steady herself. Her pussy was leaking and I hadn't really realised she was such a hot lady.

My cock was hard in no time and I fed him into her warm waiting hole. It slid in so easily with all her pussy juice helping. Just an inch or two to start and then I gradually launched it in to her. Soon we were banging away at ten to the dozen. Stroking her clit with her other hand as I ran my fingernails up and down her spine, she yelped with pleasure and started shouting 'fuck me fuck me' far too loudly. I covered her mouth with my right hand and rubbed her clit with my left as I pounded in and out of her. 

She exploded almost at the same time as me and as I slowly pulled my wilting cock out a great load of cum slowly dripped out of her pussy.

"Nice, very nice," I said.

"You're still doing it good," she said panting and drawing breath.

We went back up on deck and sat on the aft seats.

Sheila came to me and sat on my left.

"You know we all enjoyed that one," she whispered and laughed in my ear.

"Were we that noisy?" I said.

"Well I don't think the people in Oregon could hear you, but we never missed a beat," she said "If its any consolation Dave has gone to the heads to jerk off and I'm so wet I thought I had peed myself."

"Wow, well thank you for sharing that with me," I said and laughed out loud, Lisa wasn't sure what to do but there was no going back so we just toughed it out.

Sheila went onto the fore deck and it was obvious what she was doing in her pants, rubbing away frantically then a gasp and she laid back down full length on the deck.

Dave came out of the heads looking kind of sheepish and went forward to where Sheila was laid on the deck. They chatted for a while and then they were sat much closer together.

I got lost in the sailing but obviously Lisa was keeping an eye on things and she nudged me in the ribs and nodded forward. It looked like Sheila had her hand down Dave's pants and was at the least, giving his cock a stroke. Dave strained back and very soon he gasped and lay back on the deck. Sheila lay next to him and they were talking and laughing.

Lucky Dave I thought.

I gave Sheila a new look over as she lay on the deck. Not huge tits but full and firm, she was heavy set with muscular shoulders and back and long long legs. Trouble was they had always been covered up by trousers, so at the next port of call, Bermuda, we would have to have a dress up evening to show off the ladies charms.

Guy seemed to be the only one not talking about fucking and that made me wonder why, perhaps he was gay, perhaps he was bi with strong leaning to gay – who knows. Within minutes however, he appeared at the companionway with a raging hard on shouting "First sitting for lunch!"

"Did you see what I saw Lisa?" I queried.

Lisa hardly stopped for breath and was gone into the saloon before I could say anything. I saw her using her skilful hands to grope the front of Guys pants which were really tenting.

The others were still getting to grips with getting off the deck and were lazily making their way towards the saloon. Meantime Lisa was fast bringing Guy to a climax, but he pushed her hand off as he saw me looking.

Dave and Sheila went below as Lisa popped her head out of the hatch.

"He's going to save it for you to do!" she said winking and laughing as she returned to the table.

When second sitting was about to be served there was only Guy and I at the table of course and he looked at me with puppy dog eyes waiting for me to stroke him.

I hadn't actually sat down when he pulled me towards the cabin he occupied. He placed one finger across his lips, telling me to be quiet.

His pants and boxers were off in a second and in a single movement he pushed me backwards so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was almost level with his cock and he took a pace forward until his solid rock hard cock was about an inch from my mouth.

What could I do but let it slip all wet and hot between my lips and I sucked and licked it for all I was worth. He came in a matter of minutes a huge creamy load of sticky come.

"Don't go down on me we have to get our meal and make this look simple, not complicated," I said.

He pulled up his boxers and pants and made his way back into the saloon.

After lunch I went back on deck to the steering flat, where Lisa was.

"Good lunch?" she said.

"It was, he's good isn't he?" I said.

"At cooking or cock sucking?" she said.

"Both," I responded.

Lisa went below and was talking to Guy for about 20 minutes or so.

"OK he's going to join us in our cabin tonight for some adult fun, that's if you don't mind?" she said.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

Evening came and the three of us went to the main cabin after a great dinner and some vino. Dave and Sheila were on duty for the night turn and we had the below decks to ourselves. Lisa started to strip to her underwear and so did I, Guy was a little slow off the mark and Lisa started to help him.

She had both of us down to just boxers when she slowly tugged mine off completely and then turned to Guy.

"Can Phillip take mine off Lisa?" he said.

"Sure why not," she said.

I tugged his boxers down to his knees and they fell the rest of the way and he stepped out of them. His cock jutted straight out from his body, the benefit of youth I thought. Mine was hard and sloped slightly downwards from my body. Lisa took off her bra and pants and came towards us both dropping down on her knees and taking hold of both cocks at the same time.

She sucked us both with a new frenzy, but Guy was more interested in tweaking my nipples and playing with my chest hair. Lisa sucked, oblivious to what was happening further up our bodies.

This was a huge turn on for me and I had to stop Lisa sucking my cock any more and begged her for a rest. I suggested that I give her pussy a good licking and she lay down on her back on the bunk. I started to lap at her pussy but without any pre warning, Guy slid under me and started to lick and suck my cock. I have to give him credit, he was a million times better at it than Lisa. He was so good that just a few seconds of this brought me to the edge. We were all very close to coming when without warning the single man alarm went off and I flew out of the cabin and out onto the steering flat. Just as I climbed the steps up, the alarm was switched off.

As I came level with the wheel, Sheila was stripped below the waist and so was Dave and he had a raging hard on. It was obvious where it had been a few seconds earlier as her pussy was wet and glistening in the failing light of dusk.

"What the hell, you two!" I shouted.

"Sorry," said Dave.

"Nice cock!" said Sheila.

It was only then that I realised I was naked and yes, I did have a raging hard on as well.

"Don't let it happen again," I said "you'll give me heart failure."

"If we don't Lisa will," Sheila said.

"Don't be so bloody cheeky," I said and went back to the main cabin.

Lisa was hard at work sucking the rocks off Guy and he seemed to be enjoying it, at least more than he was before.

I stood behind him and held his cock straight so Lisa good get a good suck at it. This turned him on big time, and he pressed back against by now cold body. He took my cock in his hand and stretched it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over my mushroom head.

Lisa was sucking and rolling her tongue over his cock and he was bucking and writhing in her mouth. His left hand took my left hand behind him and he rubbed my hand over his ass cheeks and then into his crack. I knew where he wanted me to go and my fingers started to open his cheeks so I could get a finger into his ass.

"Oh yes, Oh yes," he said as he felt my finger slide into his ass.

Lisa was still sucking and licking like a mad thing at his rock hard cock. His hips started to buck and writhe as we both dealt with him. In a couple of short strokes he shot his creamy come all over her tits face and stomach. His ass had clamped up on my finger like a vice and my mind had, just for a second, wondered to 'what would have happened if that had been my cock' scenario.

His now wilting cock slipped out of Lisa's slippery mouth and hung there leaking a string of come from his slit. Lisa rubbed her face and tits on a towel and turned her attention to my cock. In seconds she had it in her mouth slobbering her spit all over the end and sucking just about as hard as it was possible to suck. Guy slipped his arm round my waist and slapped my ass, his other hand circled my cock at the root as Lisa dealt with the shaft and tip.

He stretched my cock back as far as it would go and gave Lisa just the mushroom head to play with. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and drenched it in spit then plunged it straight into my ass hole. He thrust it in and out and produced an incredible itch in the roof of my mouth as he slid his finger in and out of my hole.

In a matter of minutes I had come and dribbled my load over the two of them.

We heard moans and groans from up on deck and realised that Sheila and Dave had also reached their climax.

Sheila came down the companionway to visit the heads, with no clothes on.

"Nice one Sheila," Lisa said.

Sheila was in too much of a hurry but came out in a minute or two, still naked but smiling.

"Can I join you?" she asked.

"You sure can," I said.

She sat on the edge of the bench, opened her legs real wide and took my cock and fed it into her pussy.

I fucked her so hard I thought my brains would fall out. She loved it as she gasped and bucked and twisted on the seat as I slid in and out of her. Lisa and Guy were still playing but watching us from the other end of the bench. Lisa slid along the seat and started to rub Sheila's pussy lips with her hand. Sheila came in a matter of seconds. Her back arching up until she was banana shaped on the seat. She twitched and shuddered as she came and sprayed pussy juice all over me and Lisa.

This was hot.

This was sexy.

This was no more than a quarter through the journey.

Would I make it to the Med.?

Would I eventually fuck all of them?

And I was the captain in charge!