Storiesonline.net ------- The Rescue by rlfj Copyright© 2004 by rlfj ------- Description: Sequel to 'The Storm' - The Jensens rescue a shipwrecked family adrift in the Caribbean. It doesn't take long for them to initiate all three generations into their lifestyle! Codes: MF FF mf Mf mF Ff 1st teen dru inc mother son bro sis dau grand bi het group voy oral anal ------- ------- Chapter 1 Babs Meredith never really knew why she woke up in the middle of the night. Certainly she was normally a fairly heavy sleeper, indeed, was one prone to sleeping late and lazily drowsing in bed. Afterward she often wondered if her dear, departed Harry had somehow spoken to her, thundering a angelic, "Get up!", that night. Not being overly religious, she never really quite believed that, but it was as good an explanation as she was ever able to figure out. Still and all, for some reason she awoke in the middle of the night, coming straight out of a deep sleep and found herself wide awake, and instantly knew that something was wrong. Precisely what, she couldn't say, but something about the boat wasn't right. Sitting up carefully, to avoid waking her daughter and granddaughter, she slipped from the side of the king-size bunk and stood at its side. The boat rocked gently in the light swells, and it occurred to her that she should have felt more movement, and heard more noise. It was almost as if the boat had stopped. Silently she crept to the cabin door and gently slipped through into the main cabin. To the side she heard her grandson snoring softly and padded in her bare feet past him. Something seemed wrong about the look of the cabin in the faint starlight, but precisely what, she couldn't say. She quietly stole through and went up the stairs to the small deck. It was deserted. Where had Tim Robling, the mate, gone to? Enough light shone down from the Milky Way to prove that the deck well of the 30 foot racer was empty, and she was sure that she would have seen him in the main cabin where Jason was still asleep, so he was missing. Where had he gone, and why was the boat stopped? Nervous, she went inside and went to Jason's bunk, cushions laid out on the lowered dining table. "Jason, wake up. Jason!" She grabbed a shoulder and started pushing and prodding the teenaged boy awake. "Come on, Jason, get up!" "Huh? Wha...", he grumbled, slowly coming alive. "Grandma?", he asked as he sat up, resting on his elbows. "Grandma, it's the middle of the night! What's wrong?" "I don't know, Jason. Where's Tim?", she asked. "Huh? Isn't he driving the boat?", he asked, still half asleep and not noticing the speedboat was adrift. Reaching out, he found the wall switch by his makeshift bed and flipped it. A sharp clicking sound was his only reward and he flipped the switch several times. "What's going on, grandma?", he asked, coming awake. "I don't know, Jason, but I'm getting nervous. Get up and look around. Where's the flashlight?" "Over there, in that drawer.", her grandson said, pointing to the utility drawer at the end of the galley cabinets. Babs popped the drawer open and felt around in it. "No, it isn't." She turned to face him and banged her knee against the seat on the opposite side of the boat from Jason. Looking down, she was astonished to find that the seat cushion was missing. In fact all the cushions were missing, except for those that Jason had been sleeping on. "Where's the cushions?", she asked. Jason looked around wildly. "What in the world is going on?!" "I don't know, honey, but I don't like the look of this. Get up and get dressed, then look around up top. I'm getting your sister and mother up." Jason reached behind him and grabbed his T-shirt and rolled off his bunk. He had gone to sleep in his swim shorts. His grandmother went back to the cabin and began the process of waking the rest of her family. Both her daughter, Maggie, and her granddaughter, Mary, were dressed for sleep as she was, in a T-shirt and panties. She had never really wondered what they slept in at home and had decided to set an example the first night of their boating vacation. Certainly, she had never slept in these at home. Harry, bless his horny heart, had preferred that she sleep in the buff; even if she did actually go to bed in frilly lingerie, he would promptly have his way with her, in the process removing it completely. She had been perfectly happy to comply with her libidinous husband, since the most he ever wore were boxer shorts, and she had been just as eager to remove them from his form. Still, she had reflected, occasionally she had gone to bed in a T-shirt and panties, but it was invariably on a weekend afternoon, and the T-shirt had always ended up around her neck, while the panties always ended up around her ankles. Since his death, Babs had never gotten into the habit of dressing for sleep. Entering the cabin she had tried the light switch to find it useless as well. Giving a hard shove to each of the women in turn, she opened the closet and reached up to the shelf and pulled out a large plastic box labeled 'Emergency'. She knew what was in it, having heeded her husband's words of years before. "If you're in a new place, always look for a way out, and what you have in case things turn to shit!", Harry Meredith had taught her, and she had learned well. As her daughter and granddaughter groaned awake, she opened the kit and pulled out the small but powerful flashlight within. Flicking it on, she shone it full in their faces, blinding them and causing them to sit up and cover their eyes. "Mom, what the hell are you doing?!", cried Maggie. Beside her, Mary muttered imprecations. "Get up! Something's wrong. Get dressed, now!" Closing the emergency kit, she took it and the flashlight out and up on deck. Shining the light around the deck well, she was horrified to see what appeared to be a careful pillaging of their boat. All the seat cushions, useful as emergency flotation devices, were gone, as well as the life jackets that had been mounted on the bulkheads. Every piece of emergency gear had been stripped from the boat, even the inflatable life raft had been taken. "Here, grandma, shine the light over here." Jason stood next to the small cockpit, before the wheel and throttle controls. When Babs came over, he took the light from her hands and aimed it at the control panel, at the key ignition. The key had been broken off in the ignition, leaving it unable to be turned on. Worse, as he pointed the light under the panel, he could see brightly colored wiring had been snipped and torn out. The boat was going nowhere. "Where's Tim?", asked Babs, looking around wildly. "Damned if I know. He's not up front." "Can you work the radio?" "Yeah, I could, if we had one that worked." He pointed at the console. The radio was still present, but the headset and microphone were missing. "I checked already. What's going on?" "I don't know, Jason, I just don't know." Just then, Jason sniffed at the air and a concerned look came to his eyes. "Do you smell gas, grandma?", he asked. Babs sniffed and detected a strong odor of gasoline from the engine well. "Yeah. Okay, go forward and get a life jacket out of my cabin. Get the girls moving, too." She pushed her grandson inside, then headed for the bow of the boat. Inside the emergency kit had been a Very gun and some flares. ------- Captain Jimmy Sorenson lounged in the bridge seat of the motor yacht Bottoms Up, enjoying the smooth purr of the diesels and taking in the calm night air and whispering rush of the ocean as it slipped under the ship. It was warm and quiet, with just enough starlight to see the horizon. A hell of a lot nicer than a winter in northern Minnesota, which was his birthplace. He had shipped out with the Coast Guard when he was 17 and never looked back. He had risen through the ranks to Master Chief, and even though he hadn't been an officer, he knew more about sailing than most of the so-called professionals. When he had been 35, his captain had put him in for the Master's qualifications, to give him a goal to shoot for. More as a lark than for any other reason he had sat for the tests, and had been as surprised as anyone when he had passed and been granted papers stating his qualifications as Master, Any Ocean, Any Tonnage. It had been ten years since he had retired after 25 years, man and boy. Now he lounged in his bridge seat and relaxed in the calm breeze generated by the Bottoms Up's passage. He had never wanted to run tankers or merchies, and the cruise lines wanted captains who looked good, not rough and tumble Master Chief's. No, skippering a yacht like this as a contract skipper was just fine with him. He really wasn't sure that she was a yacht, like the things Donald Trump or those oil sheiks had, but she sure wasn't a cabin cruiser, either. At 65 feet, with two decks, five staterooms, a bridge, and a flying bridge, no, she sure wasn't a cabin cruiser. To be honest, she was a little understaffed. The only other professional on board was his nephew, 28 years old, who had come down to the Caribbean shortly after his uncle had retired. Robby had had a serious case of hero worship for his restless, seafaring relative. That had worn off, to be replaced with a much more solid respect and loyalty. Robby ran the engines and kept things running. Most ships this size would have had a few servant types, and perhaps another mate, but the owner was a bit of an odd duck. Most owners would have simply told him where to go; Malcolm Jensen eagerly learned what had to be done to get there. He often would take a watch at the wheel, to give Jimmy or Robby a break. His wife, Caroline, often helped their private cook, Phoebe, both in preparing and in serving the meals, and they were both good cooks. On some of the islands they hopped to, Malcolm's butler would show up, to arrange supplies, rooms, or whatever. Reeves rarely got on board, however, being unbelievably prone to seasickness. Captain Jimmy knew precisely what the rest of the crew and passengers were up to at the immediate moment. They were partaking of the pleasures of the flesh. Malcolm Jensen might have been his own age, a well set man in his early fifties, but Caroline was a good ten years younger, and looked younger yet. She looked really fine in a bikini, tall and slim, with shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes, long legs and a very interesting bust; she looked even better when she wasn't in her bikini, which was often, since she liked sunbathing nude. The captain really liked the way she shaved her cunt. She and her husband had an active sex life, morning, noon, and night. The cook, Phoebe (he never had learned her last name), was as striking as her mistress. Phoebe barely stood five foot tall, wore her almost black hair to the small of her back, and was the curviest woman he had ever seen in a lifetime of enjoying curvy women. Her breasts were larger, both in bust size and cup size, her waist was narrower by far, and her hips and buttocks were wide and well laid out for a man's pleasures. She, too, enjoyed an all-over tan and a shaved pussy. She also enjoyed the same games as the Jensen's, and rarely, if ever spent a night, or for that matter, a morning or afternoon, alone. The sleeping arrangements were not too unusual considering the layout of the ship. There was a large cabin in the bow for the owners, a slightly smaller cabin to the starboard for the captain, and three other smaller cabins, two to the port, one to starboard, for crew or passengers. At present, one of these cabins was being used as a storeroom, and both Robby and Phoebe had the two smaller cabins. What was unusual was that Phoebe never slept in her own cabin. She rotated, quite democratically between the other three. Jim had not been surprised to find her coming out of Robby's cabin that first morning. His nephew was a large, well-muscled, and handsome young man, and had been known to have sampled the charms of some owner's wives and daughters before. Robby claimed it was his Fu Manchu mustache that got the women, to which his uncle said "Crap!" He had been surprised the next day when Phoebe had slipped into his cabin while Robby manned the helm. As he had stood there dumbfounded, she had stripped naked and done things with him that Jamaican crack whores didn't know about. Even more surprising had been the fact that she also slipped into the owner's cabin for her wanton pleasures. The captain wasn't too terribly surprised to find Malcolm and Phoebe fornicating, but had been quite surprised to find the three of them having group sex. He had been flabbergasted the day he and Malcolm had been on the bow, and had heard Phoebe and Caroline moaning and screaming in passion through an open porthole. Malcolm had simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders. The most astonishing thing about this copulating crew was when Caroline had come up on deck one evening wearing a very small and sexy sundress. He hadn't thought she was wearing panties under it, a fact which she proved when, while sitting in a deck chair opposite him, she had pulled it to her waist and masturbated in front of him. After she came, she had slipped to the deck before him and had proceeded to provide the mother-of-all-blowjobs. Jim had been nervous about screwing the owner's wife, but not enough that he couldn't perform. It wasn't the first time an owner's wife needed servicing, and she was too good looking and he was too horny not to comply. What had amazed him was the casual acceptance by Malcolm of the state of affairs. The captain had barely rezipped his pants when Malcolm had come up to the bridge, to see his wife lounging on the deck naked, the captain's come still on her lips. Unsated, she promptly undid her husband's shorts and fellated him, while the skipper stared. When she was finished, she crawled into Malcolm's lap, where he openly fondled her breasts and shaved pussy, then invited the captain to join with him in fucking his wife ragged. He found out later that Robby had been partaking of Caroline's charms as well. Just the previous evening, in fact, he and Robby had been invited to the Jensens' suite in the hotel for cocktails. They had gotten there late, after working on the engines, and when they had knocked on the door, it had been opened by Phoebe. She was stark naked, and a thin stream of come had been running down one of her thighs. Commenting that, "You're late, so we started without you.", she had led them into the master bedroom. Reclining on the bed were an equally naked Malcolm and Caroline, lying side by side, Malcolm's arm around his wife's shoulders, his hand reaching down to play with her nipples, while she reached down to fondle his manhood back to stiffness. Seeing them enter, Malcolm had grinned, and said, "Excellent, gentlemen! You're just in time for the second course." Pulling his wife atop him, he had impaled her cunt on his cock, then reached around to spread her asscheeks wide. "Who wants her ass and who wants the blowjob?" The captain had claimed seniority, and after stripping had stuffed his meaty prick into Caroline's asshole. Her squeal of delight was muffled by his nephew's cock, already in her mouth. Captain Jimmy was roused from his pleasantly horny reverie by a red flash on the horizon. Looking up, he was startled, and let loose a low, "What the fuck?", as a faint red flare lifted above the horizon off the starboard bow and settled slowly down. Then his years of Coast Guard training took over, and he slammed the throttles forward while turning towards the flare. Finally he lowered a hard and callused hand onto the air horn, and cut loose with several loud blasts. ------- Chapter 2 As the captain had suspected, the owners and crew may well have retired for the evening, but they most definitely had not gone to sleep. Malcolm and Caroline had gone to their cabin in the bow, while Phoebe had enticed Robby to spend the night in her cabin. Robby had already gotten off with Phoebe once when the horn blast startled him. Disdaining any foreplay, the pair had promptly stripped naked. Phoebe had knelt on her bunk while looking over her shoulder as her lover for the night stepped up behind her to place his cockhead at her gaping slit and lunge forward. She had orgasmed immediately, gasping and crying out with joy as his hips set up a wild pace, plunging deep and tearing backwards. Robby's grunting orgasm only lifted her to a second peak, and his strong hands held her hips against him as he spewed into her. Afterwards, they had lain at each other's side, hands manipulating their bedmate's groins, in preparation. Finally, Robby had knelt between her outstretched legs and had stuffed his engorged cock back into her wetly sloppy cunt. He had only managed a few heavenly strokes when the horn bellowed and stopped him in mid-thrust. "What the...", he said, his cock wilting inside Phoebe. He scrambled back off the bed and reached down for his shorts. "Robby!", complained Phoebe. "Get dressed honey! That's an all hands blast! Come on, let's go!", said Robby. Yanking his shorts up, he zipped and buttoned the flap, then grabbed her hand and pulled her upright. Phoebe had just enough time to grab a short robe before he pulled her out the door. Down the short hallway, Malcolm and Caroline were mightily confused by both the blasting of the horn and the scurrying of feet in the passageway. Their lovemaking had taken a more genteel pace, and now they were resting in preparation for a second go. They were lying head-to-toe, stretched out after a lengthy and languorous session of sixty-nine, with Caroline gently stroking her husband to sufficient stiffness so that she could mount him. She stopped as she heard the clamor. "Darling, what in the world is going on?", she asked. Just then, another few blasts of the horn sounded. The air horn was mounted on the bow above their cabin, and the room reverberated with the sound. "Damned if I know, but I think we had better go see." Malcolm reached over to grab the bathing suit his wife had stripped away from him, and his wife stood, tying her robe around herself. Together they left their stateroom to ascend to the deck. They found Robby at the helm, steering the vessel by the compass, while Captain Jimmy shrugged into a life jacket. Phoebe looked confused and scared, and came over to the Jensens as they appeared. Caroline wrapped her arms around the frightened girl as Malcolm spoke up. "Really, Captain, what in the hell is going on?!", he demanded. Captain Jimmy settled the life jacket on his large torso and zipped it up. Pointing to the bow, he responded, "We've got a flare over the horizon there. We're heading there to see what the problem is. Now, I want everybody dressed and in a life jacket. As soon as you get back, I'll head up to the flying bridge." Everybody looked at the darkness beyond the bow, but the flare had long since descended to the surface and all was darkness. "Really, Captain, is this necessary? Couldn't you simply call the Coast Guard or something? This seems like an awful lot of ruckus for the middle of the night.", protested the sleepy owner. With a look born of a lifetime of staring down ignorant yet willful ensigns, the captain gazed at Malcolm. "Sir, you may be the owner of this vessel, but I am her master, and that was not a request." Malcolm was so startled by such an unexpected and forceful response, he actually took a step back in shock. A thought of arguing died as he saw the determination in the captain's eyes, and he turned to go inside. As they turned he saw the skipper pick up a radio microphone. "Mayday, mayday..." Caroline and Phoebe, now more confused than ever, followed him in. Once inside their cabin, Caroline said, "Malcolm, what is going on? What are you going to do now?" Her husband smiled wryly as he stepped out of his shorts and began to pull on some khaki slacks. "Why, my dear, I thought it was obvious. I'm getting dressed. I would suggest you do so as well." ------- Once everyone had reassembled on the bridge, Captain Jimmy gave new orders. Robby was to steer while he climbed up to the flying bridge, then Robby and Malcolm were to sort out some ropes and lines to throw in case a rescue was required. The women were detailed to stand by with some heavy-duty flashlights, battle lanterns the captain called them, and fire extinguishers. After the captain had clambered up on top, Malcolm and Robby went down to the storeroom and grabbed some thin but sturdy ropes and took them up to the bow. These were secured to the railing around the boat, and Robby brought over a pair of life rings as well. "Hey, Doc,", Robby said, "don't take it so hard when Captain Jimmy gives you an order like that. He's just doing his job, is all." "I suppose so, but it certainly seemed a bit brusque for my taste." "It's nothing personal. It's just that when there's an emergency, the captain is the one who gives the orders. It may not have happened until now, but he's perfectly legit. If you had hired him to fly your plane and got into trouble, you wouldn't dream of taking the controls away from him, would you?" Malcolm shrugged and muttered no. "Still, we aren't in any danger." "No, but somebody out there is." To put a final point on Robby's argument, a second flare launched from the horizon, which everyone on deck noticed. Up on the flying bridge, Jim adjusted course a few degrees and picked up the microphone. Robby continued, "See? There is somebody out there up shit creek, and we're the paddle. Maybe. It's either that or a couple of drunken kids got into the emergency kit and decided to have some fireworks. If that's the case, then all we lose is a night's sleep, and we get an excellent chance to be heroic and practice a rescue." Malcolm smiled at the thought of a couple of drunk teenagers playing with flares. "Does that happen often?", he asked. "Well, I've never seen it, but you'd be amazed at some of the stupid shit I have seen. God help them if they are a bunch of dumb bastards fucking around. The Coasties will eat them for lunch!" A flare continued to be launched at roughly fifteen minute intervals, and the third flare was noticeably closer. It was becoming obvious that this was happening too methodically to be kids screwing around, and Malcolm climbed up to the flying bridge to find out what was happening. Jim noticed him climb up beside him and amiably nodded a greeting. "I imagine you're a bit curious?" Malcolm smiled. "A bit." The captain turned back to face the bow. Below them the sea foamed as the roaring diesels pushed through the light swell. Their wake seemed visible for miles. "So am I.", he admitted. "We aren't hearing anything over the radio, and the Coast Guard hasn't heard anything either, which might or might not mean a damn thing anyway, considering where we are. It's pretty deserted in this area, and the nearest cutter is almost a hundred miles south of us. They're headed this way, but won't be here until well after dawn. I think we're it, in case there is trouble up ahead." "Can you see anything yet?" Jim shook his head. "Still too far away. I'm starting to get a glimmer on the radar, but it's not very good for this." Malcolm looked over in alarm. Bad radar! The captain saw his look and waved it off. He had overseen the Bottoms Up's refit before they went to sea, and the radar was to his specification. "I misspoke myself. There's nothing wrong with the radar, its just not designed for search and rescue. This is simply to make sure that we don't blunder into some freighter in the middle of the night. We should get some sort of a hull paint within the hour." "How long?" Jim scratched his head and gave the answer a bit of thought before answering. "Well, figuring the distance to the horizon and the maximum speed for the engines, we'll probably come up on her by three or so. This hull and these diesels are built for cruising, not open-ocean racing. Still, I should be getting some sort of radar reflection before then, and then I'll know for sure, but figure along about three or so. Anything else?" "Yeah. What do we do? I mean when we find the ship?" "Not to be a smartass, but that depends on what's going on up there. I just don't know. I suspect it's simply another cabin cruiser or sailboat, with some sort of electrical or engine problem. If so, we'll tow them to port, or call for a tow, or otherwise make ourselves useful until that cutter shows. If she's in trouble, or foundering, we'll close and take off the crew and passengers, if we can. Don't worry, I plan on going in very slowly and carefully." The captain and the owner continued to talk for several minutes, as yet another flare went up, then Malcolm went back down the ladder and reassured his wife and Phoebe that everything was well in control. Then he went forward, to find Robby sitting on the deck, slipping on a pair of socks and a battered pair of leather shoes. Malcolm also noted that Robby, who normally wore cutoffs and a T-shirt, was dressed in khaki pants and a white cotton dress shirt. Curious, he asked why. "Fire. Captain Jimmy told me that during the Second World War, during battles you wore cotton and leather all over, in case of flash fires. I'll be the one going aboard. I want you to stay here. Worst case, I'll have to hand up some passengers in a hurry. Just grab them and shove them astern. Then get out of the way, 'cause I'll be right behind them!" He grinned at his own bravado and finished tying his laces. The last hour passed slowly as the motor yacht seemed to creep forward at a glacial pace. When they began to get firm readings off the radar, the captain informed them that she seemed to be a smaller boat, simply drifting with the current. They were within a mile of the boat by 2:45, at which point the captain slowed the engines and let the yacht glide closer. A powerful searchlight swung towards the drifter and everyone could see a small group of people huddled on the bow of what appeared to be a thirty foot speedboat, capable, if just barely, of making the open ocean crossing. Seeing the light hit them, the group scrambled to their feet and began waving frantically towards their rescuers. Captain Jimmy steered the yacht closer, aiming to bring the racer's bow along the port side of the much larger yacht. By the time the Bottoms Up was alongside the small craft, Robby, Malcolm, Caroline, and Phoebe were lining the side rail. There seemed to be three women and a man on board, although they couldn't be sure of the man. The women were all wearing life jackets, but the man seemed to be wrapped in cushions of some sort, and walked with a waddling gait. The captain stood off about twenty feet and hailed them with a bullhorn. "Ahoy there. What's the problem?" A light soprano rang out clearly, in a voice that was scared yet under control. "Our boat's been sabotaged and is leaking fuel. Can you take us on? Please?" The last plea was on the ragged edge of panic. The captain responded by goosing the engines and coming alongside. Deftly, he brought the yacht up to the bow of the leaky speedboat and Robby hopped over the rail to the deck below. Once there he grabbed the waist of the first woman he saw and lifted her easily towards Malcolm, who guided her under the rail and pushed her into his wife's arms. By the time he had turned back, another woman was at the rail, and he repeated his performance a second, and then a third time. The last victim, swaddled in what seemed to be a bed cushion, managed to clamber aboard on his own. Robby sprinted to the well deck and stuck his head into the cabin, then lifted the hatch off the engine well. "Sweet Jesus!", he yelled as the thick gasoline fumes almost knocked him out. He raced back on deck and ran back to the Bottoms Up. Leaping, he rolled under the rail into Malcolm's arms, then jumped up and began running for the bridge. "Get the fuck out of here! She's going to blow!" Captain Jimmy had been watching his nephew through the binoculars he constantly wore around his neck, and reacted immediately. Swinging the wheel hard to starboard, he slammed the throttles forward and the yacht sank at the stern as she sped away. Five minutes later they were a good nautical mile away, and he slowed to a stop. He was just coming down the ladder to join the rescuers and rescued when a fireball split the night. Everyone stared as the little boat exploded violently, shedding flaming debris for two hundred yards in every direction. "Holy shit!", he exclaimed. Robby ran up to him. Breathless, he cried out, "She was sabotaged, boss, sure as shit! She'd been stripped down and gutted. The whole thing reeked of gasoline. I looked into the engine compartment and it was simply swimming in fuel. The fuel line had been cut!" Jim stared at his nephew. "Cut? Are you sure it simply wasn't busted?" The younger man shook his head violently as he regained his composure. "Cut, both lines. A section was missing out of both. The tanks drained into the engine compartment and whatever bilges she had. Wouldn't surprise me to learn that she had been rigged to blow, too. Check your watch, boss." In surprise, the skipper looked at his watch. It was 3:02. "Pretty coincidental, the timing, huh? Almost like somebody was on a timetable." They both stared out at the flaming sea. "It wasn't no accident, skipper.", he finished. ------- Chapter 3 As the pair rejoined the gaping people yammering on the bow, he commented to Robby, "Listen, when the Coast Guard asks where you were when all this started, you were asleep in your cabin. Alone, get it. Let's not get things complicated, huh?" Robby nodded in compliance. "Yeah, sure. I'll tell Phoebe, too." They walked up to the rest of the group, staring at the burning debris and all trying to talk at once. Captain Jimmy boomed out, "Okay, everyone inside! Let's get settled." The Jensens led the way, leading the three rescued women into the main deck's salon, followed by Phoebe. Jason waddled behind, and was stopped short by the captain. He thought the teen was a most improbable sight, tall and thin, wrapped from mid-chest to mid-thigh in some kind of a cushion, with rope holding it tight, and it reminded him of a hot dog too big for the bun. "What the hell are you, kid, the Oscar Meyer Wiener?" Jason faced the much larger and older man. "We didn't have enough life jackets, so I wrapped this cushion around me. It's supposed to be an emergency flotation device." He began to pick at the knot holding it to his waist. Jim shrugged and said, "Who knows, might have worked. Move your hands." He pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the bindings. "Although I suspect that the way you're wearing it, you'd probably end up floating face down. Next time, try rolling it up, and tying it in a bundle, then holding on." Jason looked surprised, but nodded as he considered this. He shrugged out of the improvised life preserver and followed the others inside. Everybody was still standing and heading towards the galley/dinette, with the rest of his family asking for something to drink. They had been on deck for well over an hour in the warm night air, and were quite thirsty. Robby came to their rescue. He had quickly noticed the three women were all extraordinarily good looking, and his hormones were racing. He quickly set four glasses out, then reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the fresh pitcher of orange juice. Four full glasses were quickly downed by the parched family, along with refills. Phoebe had been slow to react, otherwise she would have served them something else, anything at all other than the orange juice. Eyes aghast, she caught Malcolm's eye and made several glances at the pitcher. It took him a few seconds, and then his eyes opened wide as well in understanding. He could only stare as the foursome finished off the juice. He had given Phoebe 'the drug' to put in the juice earlier in the evening, so that she could prepare the mixture while Robby and Jim were on deck. He had expected it to be served to just the five of them in the morning, with some left over. Now these innocents had consumed a double dose! Unbeknownst to the captain and his crew, Malcolm had been spiking the drinks on board with a regular dosage of 'the drug' which he had invented years ago. Created accidentally as a byproduct of arcane peptide research, Malcolm had discovered that the harmless additive was a powerful aphrodisiac. A single dose lasted up to a week or more, and it was powerful enough to put Viagra to shame. The effect on women was pronounced, causing them to shed all their inhibitions and increase their desire for sex by a wide margin. The effect on men was even more noticeable. A man taking 'the drug' could screw for hours, coming and then regaining his erection for another go around within minutes. In the course of a twenty-four hour day a man could fuck a dozen times to ejaculation, easily. After Malcolm had noted the effects on lab rats, guinea pigs, and other small mammals, all to seemingly no other effect on their health, he had tested it on himself. Not only was he pleased, his wife was astonished and deliriously happy. After worming the secret out of him, she had insisted on trying it herself, and the pair had spent the better part of a week in bed, fucking non-stop. Since they loved each other deeply, but were not terribly concerned about monogamy, they had initiated members of their staff into its usage. The effects were electrifying. The maid and cook became a harem for Malcolm, and the butler and handyman became a stud service for Caroline. Clothing became fairly optional for all involved, and since the staff's duties were relatively light, sex games became an around-the-clock passion for everyone. Not wishing either his wife or Phoebe to miss out on their accustomed heavy fucking, Malcolm had allowed the two to secretly dose the orange juice once a week, so that Jim and Robby would join in the games. The effect had been all that they could wish for. Both men were tall, strong, and handsome, and even Malcolm had been impressed by the size of the erections they sported. Now their off-duty hours were spent servicing one or the other, or even both, of the eagerly compliant women on board, to everyone's delight. Now these newcomers had partaken. Within twenty-four hours, thirty-six at most, all four would be desperately horny. ------- The excited babbling had dulled to a loud roar when the captain spoke up. "Just who are you folks anyway?" Startled at the realization that nobody had been introduced, Maggie spoke up. "Oh, yes, well, I'm Maggie Meredith, and this is my mother Barbara, and these are my two kids, Mary and Jason Flanagan." "Your mother!", cried an astonished Robby. "But... you can't... she can't...", he stammered. Although he had been the one to vocalize the group's amazement, the others couldn't help but wonder as well. Mary and her mother were both stunning blonde beauties, with shoulder length honey colored hair and blue eyes, and voluptuously top-heavy figures. It was obvious that they were related, but everyone had thought that they were sisters, and both looked extremely young for their ages. The general consensus was that Barbara was the mom and that Maggie was her younger sister. Barbara looked to be in her early forties, while Maggie looked to be mid-thirty-something. The teens were cut from a somewhat different cloth. For one thing, both were taller than their elders, although in Mary's case the difference was slight. Jason however towered over the other three, a gangly six-foot-plus, slim yet not quite spindly. Both kids had shockingly red hair; Mary wore hers long, almost to her waist, while Jason's was an unkempt mop of flaming red curls. Mary looked like her forebears to a certain extent, at least to being as curvy as them, but otherwise both she and her brother had much fairer skin and much less of a tan and brown eyes, and it was obvious that they must have taken after their father to a considerably greater extent than their mother. Barbara sighed pleasantly. "No, it's true, I'm the granny, and call me Babs, everybody does. It's a bit of a long story which I won't bore your with, but both Maggie and I had our children young, and we've been very fortunate in looking a bit younger than we are. I promise you, we're actually older than we appear. But seriously, who are you? I can't call our rescuers 'Hey, you!'" Before anyone had a chance to answer, Phoebe popped up. Pointing to the Jensens, she exclaimed, "That's easy! This is Mister and Mrs. Howell, I'm Ginger, he's the Captain, and that's Gilligan!" She finished by pointing at the crew. About half the cabin groaned while the other half whooped in laughter. Finally Jason stopped laughing long enough to say, "And this must be the good ship Minnow? God help us if that's the case." "I've been dying to say that ever since I got on board this thing.", admitted Phoebe. "Seriously,", interjected Malcolm. "I'm Malcolm Jensen and this is my wife Caroline, our cook Phoebe, and Captain Jim Sorenson, and our crewman Robby. And, no, this isn't the good ship Minnow, this is the good ship Bottoms Up. We're out of Barbados, heading up to Guadeloupe. Now what happened to your boat? Where did you start and where were you heading?" Continuously interrupting each other, the story poured out. They too had been traveling from Barbados, only not quite as far, planning to go to Martinique. When it was pointed out that their small speedboat wasn't designed for open ocean cruising, the Meredith family simply looked blank. "Really?", asked Babs. "Tim said that it was an easy overnight cruise." "Overnight, sure, but in any kind of a storm you'd have been in trouble in that baby.", commented the skipper. "Who's Tim?" "Tim's our crew, Tim Robling. Or he was I guess. He seems to have gotten himself mislaid." At this, the captain became somewhat animated, turning to Robby and demanding to know if he had left anybody on board. Robby protested his innocence, insisting he had checked the boat thoroughly. Finally Babs and Jason broke in, saying that Tim had disappeared after they had gone to bed. "Disappeared?! What the hell does that mean!?", he demanded. "Just that.", said Jason. "When Grandma woke me up, we were the only ones on board. He was gone, along with every life preserver, raft, cushion, and anything else he could grab. He stripped the place clean, busted the radios, disabled the engines, and took off while we were sleeping." Mary interrupted, arguing, "You don't know that he did that!" She had thought Tim had been rather cute. "Give me a break. Who else could have?" The Jensens and their crew looked shocked at the idea of a deliberate sabotaging, and Captain Jimmy began questioning Robby about the condition of the other ship before she had exploded. Robby confirmed the absence of any flotation gear or other safety gear on board, and reiterated the deliberate destruction of the fuel system. "I didn't check the radios or controls, but it fits.", he finished. "The Coasties are going to love this one!" Finally, after rehashing the incident some more, Malcolm and Caroline offered to let the four newcomers sleep wherever they wanted, but by then it was after four and everyone was too keyed up to sleep. The captain spoke up, as much to the Jensens as to the Merediths. "Okay, folks, one more order and I'll quit throwing my weight around for the night. I think I've used up a month's worth, anyway. Phoebe, you and Robby make us a couple of pots of good strong coffee. We've only got a few hours till that Coast Guard cutter shows up." ------- Chapter 4 It was almost eight by the time the cutter appeared on the horizon. She hove to several hundred yards from the Bottoms Up and the floating debris. By that time, the skipper had told everyone what to expect in the way of an investigation, and had requested that the Jensens and Phoebe should get dressed, although he wanted the Meredith family to stay as they were, so that the Coast Guard could see their exact condition as they were rescued. He had made a special private comment to Malcolm that both ladies should put on slacks and be wearing brassieres. Their usual attire was a bikini, or maybe a bikini bottom and blouse or tank top. Neither wore much more, and often wore much less. His comment that it was too bad they didn't have any identification was quickly rebutted by Maggie. "But we do! Jason thought of that one." Lifting her T-shirt to just under her large breasts, she exposed a ZipLoc baggie taped to her waist with white first aid tape. Inside was a wallet and passport. Following her lead, her mother and children lifted their shirts as well, showing that they, too, had wallets and passports taped inside plastic bags on their stomachs. Both Malcolm and the captain noticed the flat oval shapes of birth control pills in Mary's and her mother's. They peeled them off and set them on the table. Jim looked approvingly at Jason. "You're all right, kid! I like the way you think. That makeshift life jacket and this - you've got a good head in an emergency. You can sail with me any time." Jason gaped in wonder. He was very impressed with the large and burly sea captain. "Really?" Malcolm, continued. "He's right, Jason. When I was in med school, we learned that one of the biggest killers is panic. You didn't panic. You may just have saved these ladies; for sure, you made it a whole lot easier to get rescued." "Seriously, son, I can teach any idiot how to steer and read a compass. What I can't teach is how to keep your head out of your ass when the shit hits the fan. You did good, boy.", finished Jim. Both Babs and Maggie looked at the boy with newfound respect, although his sister thought this was a whole lot of bullshit. For their parts, Caroline and Phoebe began looking at Jason as something more than a kid, but as a rather intriguing young man, and began to wonder about what was under his swim suit. What was under his T-shirt had looked interesting. Robby had stayed in his clothes after the rescue, so he handled the approach to the cutter as the rest prepared to go on board. Malcolm noted that Jim had changed out of his usual shorts and flowery shirt into khaki pants and shirt, had traded his sneakers for a pair of low brown leather dress shoes, and was wearing socks. After the captain had donned his cap, he was startled with the realization that Jim had put on his old uniform, albeit without medals or insignia, and that the cap he always wore was a Coast Guard Master Chief's uniform cap. Both Malcolm and Jim set out the foam rubber bumpers as they approached the gangway that appeared from a hatch in the cutter's port side. As they approached the cutter, the skipper turned to Phoebe and Robby. Malcolm was near and overheard. "Listen, you two, I know you've both a got a pretty good sense of humor and like to joke around a lot, but can it for a bit, okay? On board that boat is the closest thing to God you'll find on this good Earth, the Captain of an American warship. So, don't screw around, got it? He's going to want to hear a lot of 'yes sirs, no sirs, pleases and thank yous'." Malcolm came up and commented that this seemed good advice for everybody, as they prepared to go aboard the cutter. ------- The ensign at the top of the gangway smirked as he saw the yacht maneuver closer. Bottoms Up - Jeez, didn't these guys ever have an original idea? The boat's name had been painted large on her fantail, just below a large painting of a voluptuous nude reclining prone, her derriere lifted high. Then, as he caught sight of the five beautiful and busty women on board, he began to wonder which, if any, had posed for the painting. He was startled out of his reverie by the appearance of a Master Chief climbing the gangway, stopping at the top to salute him and the colors. "Permission to come aboard?", asked the Chief. "Huh? Oh, sure.", said the distracted ensign stepping out of the way as Jim rolled his eyes heavenward. "If you'll all follow me, the Captain will see you in the wardroom." He led the way into the bowels of the ship. "Watch the hatches and the knee-knockers.", he called out. They went up several decks and finally came to an open door, whereupon the ensign said, "Please wait for Commander Potter to invite you in." Then he knocked on the door and said, "Skipper, they're here." Seated at the head of a table was a medium sized middle-aged man, looking at some papers in front of him and signing them. The ensign was astounded when Captain Jimmy stepped inside uninvited, and then was flabbergasted when he said, "Ensign Potter, you've grown up!" The Captain's head snapped up and an angry retort began to form, until he saw the face smiling at him. "Well, I'll be damned! Petty Officer Third Class Sorenson, you've grown old!" "In a pig's eye!" Jim stepped forward and thrust out his hand, which Commander Potter enthusiastically shook. Potter looked over at the ensign. "Stop staring, Mister Usyek. Master Chief Sorenson taught me which was the bow and which was the stern a few years ago, something like what Master Chief Wong is failing to do with you. Bring everyone in, and then send for Lieutenant Kuzak." "Yes sir!", said the scurrying ensign, who disappeared as soon as the other eight people had entered the wardroom. Once seated, a mess mate served coffee, by which time a lieutenant showed up with a tape recorder and several notepads. He was served coffee as well, during which time Potter and Jim caught up on old times. At a nod from Lieutenant Kuzak, who flipped on the tape recorder, Captain Potter became serious. "This hearing will now proceed. Lieutenant Kuzak is from the Judge Advocate General's office, and he will question all involved as to the events surrounding the sinking of the ship..." He consulted some notes, and continued, "... unnamed vessel, and the rescue of her passengers by the crew and passengers of the ship..." Consulting his notes again, he finished, "... Bottoms Up." "Excuse me.", interrupted Jason, much to the Captain's surprise. "Do we need lawyers?" Lieutenant Kuzak answered for his captain. "This is a preliminary investigation. As such, no charges have been preferred and counsel for the defense is not required, inasmuch as there is no defense. I'm simply going to ask you what happened and what you did. I should point out that a transcript of this proceeding will be made available to any other investigating agency. If, however, you decide that you do wish a lawyer present, we will hold this investigation in abeyance until counsel can be obtained. That would probably mean that you will have to be confined until said counsel is available, probably several days. In other words, young man, answer my questions now, or you can visit the brig until you answer them later. Satisfied?" Jason was cowed by the idea of going to the brig, and quickly explained, "Hey, it sounded like we were being charged with something! We didn't do anything!" "Okay, fine, now you know. Now, does anybody here have any identification? Passports, driver's licenses, that sort of thing?" This time it was Kuzak who was surprised when everybody at the table pulled out identification. The rescuers all pulled out their passports, while the rescued handed over the plastic bags holding their identification. A yeoman was summoned to make copies, and Kuzak began the questioning. First to be questioned were the Meredith family, Babs and Jason, and then Maggie and Mary. Next were their saviors, starting with Captain Jimmy, Robby, and Malcolm, followed by Caroline and Phoebe. Several times everyone had to be reminded to only testify as to what they personally saw or heard, but once this had sunk in, the process went smoothly and efficiently. Most of the time was taken questioning Babs, Jason, and Robby as to the condition of the speedboat. The captain's actions also came into question. Caroline, Phoebe, and Malcolm simply gave testimony as to the help they provided once the Meredith's were on board, and Maggie and her daughter simply testified that they had put on life jackets and went onto the bow to wait for someone to come along. Finally, after about an hour and a half, Kuzak finished and turned off the tape recorder. Mary promptly raised her hand, to which the captain nodded to her. "Is there a bathroom nearby?" Jason responded, "It's the head." "Huh?" "On a ship it's called the head." Mary ignored him. "Whatever. Is there one nearby?" Captain Potter eyed their clothing. The Merediths were still dressed in the T-shirts and shorts they had been rescued in. Reaching behind him, he pulled a telephone off the bulkhead. "Bridge.", responded the voice at the other end. "This is the Captain. If Ensign Goroski is available, give her my compliments and have her report to the wardroom." "Aye, aye, sir." "Thank you." Turning back to the table, he said, "Just a few minutes more, Miss Flanagan." Unless Ensign Goroski was in the middle of having her appendix removed, he knew his request would be considered the order it really was, and she would appear momentarily. A couple of minutes later, a knock on the door announced the arrival of Ensign Goroski, who asked for and received permission to enter. Captain Potter faced her and issued orders. "I want you to take these two,", pointing at Mary and Jason, "down to ship's stores and find them some coveralls to wear. Then find yourself a crewman for him, and run these two through the head and shower. Get them cleaned up and give them the cook's tour, while I talk to the others, please." "Aye, aye, sir." Facing the teens, she smiled and said, "Come on, let's go!", and led them out. Captain Potter waited for the kids to leave before turning back to the assembled group. His eyes slowly tracked between Maggie and Babs like gun turrets. "Now that the children have gone, let me be plain. This story smells like a month old mackerel! Sabotage? Missing crewmen? Boats blowing up? I plan on forwarding this to headquarters, and they will undoubtedly get the rest of the federal government involved. FBI, DEA, NTSB, you name it, if it's got an alphabet abbreviation, they're going to look into this. Sooner or later, it's all going to come out in the wash, so let me tell you, it's come to Jesus time, right now, because later is going to be too late! Who goes first?" A confused bedlam of innocent protestations washed over him, to the point where he held up his hands and roared, "ENOUGH!" Everyone quieted down, and he continued. "Let me repeat, this does not make sense." Pointing at the Jensens, he said, "If you two have the money you say you do, then you don't need to get involved in whatever scam this was. I know Sorenson, and he's not involved. The other two are with you, as well, so you probably are simply the rescuers." He turned to look back at Maggie and Babs. "But you two... First off, if someone wanted you killed, why not simply shoot you and dump you overboard. Or if they didn't want any bloodstains, tie you up and throw you overboard, it'd be the same. If it was an insurance job, get rid of you and steal the boat, but the boat isn't worth enough to risk four murders. If it was drugs, it was worth it, but he says there were no drugs. So why take the risk to strip the boat and leave you alive, then destroy the boat? You say you're a school teacher, and you're a widowed housewife.", pointing first at Maggie and then at Babs. "Who would want you dead? Just how did you get out here in the first place, anyway?" He shut up and listened to the Merediths Babs answered him slowly. "All right, Captain, I will admit that things do look somewhat strange, but everything we've said is true. My daughter's ex-husband set us up on this vacation. He said he's trying to get back into her and her children's lives, and was supposed to meet us down here and join us, but was delayed. He called and said that he would meet us in Martinique later today. There were no drugs on board that I could find, and I looked in every cupboard and closet on board. Maggie really is a school teacher and I really am a widowed housewife, but I'm also a bit more than that. My husband was a number of years older than I was, and was a fairly senior vice-president at IBM. When he retired, he had a very nice pension, quite a few stock options, and a sizable insurance policy. I'm worth somewhere between four and five million dollars." Nobody in the wardroom looked more surprised than her daughter. Harry and Babs had preferred a pleasantly middle-class lifestyle, being more interested in chasing each other around, rather than chasing the brass ring. They had lived in a very nice two-story Victorian style home in a nice Chicago suburb, but had otherwise eschewed any signs of wealth. "Okay, that's interesting. What is it you lawyers say, Lieutenant, follow the money? So, if you die, Mrs. Meredith, where does that money go?" "Maggie, of course." "And if Maggie dies, it goes to her kids, right?" Maggie nodded in agreement. "And, if the kids die?" Maggie looked confused at this, as did Mary. "Lieutenant, who's next in line?" Kuzak smiled grimly and leaned forward. "The children's next of kin would be their father. Granted, dying intestate gives a much healthier chunk to Uncle Sam then leaving a will, but it would still be several million. This does not include any life insurance policies the two of you must surely have, insurance on the boat, and potential civil suits against the manufacturer of the boat. If he arranged life insurance on his children, which would not be too terribly unusual, the final sums could be even more than you are presently worth. It would be fairly easy to assume death in this case, once somebody found the wreckage, and maybe a half-eaten body or two. This is a fairly well traveled sea lane." "Oh my God!", croaked out Maggie, who broke down and started crying. Her mother tried to console her through her own shocked tears. The Jensens, Phoebe, and the Sorensons stared in disbelief. Murder for money!? Kuzak smiled and leaned back in his chair again. "Mind you, this is all sheer speculation. There is no proof of any of this, but I'd be curious to know what the cause of your ex-husband's delay was. Were you really thinking of getting back together with him?" Maggie looked up and shook her head in the negative, her tears coursing down her pale cheeks. "No, not really, but it seemed like a good way to get a vacation. He's a compulsive gambler; I can't go through that again." Kuzak nodded, and said, "Well, for what it's worth, we'll send this off to the FBI. If he was involved, I wouldn't be at all surprised if they can't turn something up." Facing his captain, he continued, "Sir, why don't I run these ladies down to stores and then let them get cleaned up. It's going to be lunch soon, and the Exec was running a couple of whaleboats around looking for wreckage. By the time they bring anything in, we can feed these folks and finish sorting things out." ------- Chapter 5 At lunch the disposition of the Meredith family was decided. While they could be bunked onboard the cutter until they could be put ashore by helicopter, this might take several days. Malcolm and Caroline volunteered to run them back to Bridgetown, in Barbados, where they could decide what they wanted to do. Captain Potter agreed, with a warning to stay away from Maggie's ex. Once back on the Bottoms Up, Captain Jimmy set course back to Bridgetown and Phoebe served drinks to the Jensens, Mary, and Maggie in the main cabin. Mary decided to lie down on Phoebe's bunk, but Jason went up to the bridge to see what the skipper and Robby were doing. He was fascinated by the whole sea-going adventure. With the children out of the way, still unaware of the suspicion their father was under, Malcolm asked what the Merediths were planning on doing. Maggie and Babs shrugged at each other, and Babs admitted, "I don't know. Go home, I guess. This vacation is sure blown all to hell, isn't it?" "Maybe yes, maybe no.", replied Malcolm obliquely. "Listen, if it was Maggie's ex and you go home now, you might all still be in danger. He doesn't even need to touch the children; he could knock off you and Maggie and then get control of the money as a trustee. The kids are still minors. It might not be a bad idea to stay as far from the man as you can for a while. If he's the one that did this, one of two things might happen. First, the FBI will probably find enough evidence to nab him for something. Second, well, if he pulled a stunt like this, he's probably pretty desperate for cash. He might just have to answer to whomever he owes the money to. Either way, if you stay out of sight for awhile, the problem may just solve itself." "How?", asked Maggie. "Stay with us.", invited Caroline. "We'd love to have you stay, and the boat is big enough." Both Babs and Maggie immediately protested that that would be taking the Jensens generosity too far, but the Jensens weren't dissuaded. "Oh, please, we have no fixed schedule. We're what you might call the 'idle rich'. We're both idle and rich. You'd be a lot safer with us, and you wouldn't have to call off your vacation. We can get you to an airport whenever you want.", argued Malcolm. Both Merediths began to consider the possibilities. "At the minimum, stay with us the rest of the week you had planned. There's no reason to go back to Chicago after visiting the Caribbean without a tan!" "Hell, stay with us till the end of summer!", exclaimed Caroline. "I'm really getting to like you guys and we could have a lot of fun. Maggie, you and the kids are off until school starts, right? Babs, you don't have to be anywhere, right?" Caroline kept to herself the fact that she really wanted to get it on with both bosomy blondes, and she'd love to initiate Jason. She simply knew her husband wanted the women, all of them. Babs made up their minds for them. "Okay, we'll stay till the end of the week. After that, we'll just have to see." Malcolm clapped his hands in delight. "Excellent! We'll stay ashore tonight. The skipper can replenish the boat, and we can get you folks some decent clothing and have dinner. Tomorrow we'll put out to sea again and head up to Guadeloupe. Let me make a phone call and set things up." ------- It was early afternoon when the Bottoms Up pulled into the marina. Waiting at the slip was a large man, a few years older than Malcolm and as bald as a billiard ball. He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a half-buttoned, wildly printed shirt, with a duffel bag at his feet. "Welcome back to Bridgetown, Doctor Jensen!", he called out. He snagged a line out of the air that had been thrown him by Robby, and wrapped the end around a stanchion. "Good to see you, too, Reeves. Planning on joining us?", said Malcolm, pointing at the duffel bag. Reeves shrugged and smiled. "If it's okay with you. The weather is supposed to be good, and maybe these patches will work." Turning business like, he helped the Jensens and the Merediths onto the pier. "A couple of cabs are waiting at the end of the dock to take you back to the hotel. I've arranged another suite, only the largest they had, at rooftop. The rooms are all stocked and I've also made arrangements to reprovision the Bottoms Up." The last part he directed at the skipper. The captain nodded in appreciation and directed Robby to stow Reeves' bag below. "I'll stay on board.", announced Phoebe. "We'll have to clean out the storeroom and convert it back into a cabin, with this many people. I'll give the guys a hand." She grinned and winked at Caroline, who knew just what sort of help Phoebe was going to provide. The buxom young cook wouldn't be lifting a finger, simply her legs, as she spread them for frequent 'rest breaks' with Reeves, Robby, and Captain Jimmy. With Malcolm leading and Caroline following the small group gathered their possessions and walked down the pier to the waiting taxis. Actually, only Malcolm and Caroline had small overnight bags, the other four walked off the pier only with their wallets, passports, and Coast Guard coveralls. It was only a two-minute ride to the hotel, and ten minutes later they alit from the elevator into the penthouse suite. Babs and Maggie and the teenagers oohed and ahhed at the accommodations. Even though they were only planning on spending the night, they were even more impressed by the large apartment then by the boat, if simply for the reason that they were much more familiar with motels then with yachts. The suite consisted of a large living room with wet bar and dining room, three large bedrooms, and two full baths. French doors led from the both living room and master bedroom out onto a roof top patio. Malcolm looked around and sorted people into their own rooms. He and Caroline would take the obvious master bedroom, with a king size bed, Babs and Maggie would share the bedroom with two queen size beds, and Mary would take the third bedroom with the single queen size bed. Jason would sleep in the living room on the foldout couch. Malcolm poured drinks from the well stocked bar and served them up, along with soda for the youngsters. Then, while Jason used the facilities, he grabbed a pad of note paper and a pen from the desk and said, "Okay, ladies, let's have your sizes. Jason and I need to do some shopping." As proof that 'the drug' was working effectively, all three of the women obligingly gave their measurements and shoe sizes, something that none of them would have willingly done only a few hours ago. None of them was wearing anything more than coveralls, underwear, and sneakers, yet they were not at all hesitant to let a sexy man pick out the only clothing they would see, for a few days at least. Once Jason had left the bathroom, Malcolm tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go. We have to buy you guys some clothing, and I don't do guys clothing." He led the boy out the door. "So, now what?", asked Maggie. "We're on vacation. Let's get some sun!", responded Caroline, pulling a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag and opening the door to the patio. Babs and Maggie protested, arguing that they didn't have swimsuits, only their bras and panties under the coveralls. "So what?", countered Caroline, "Just what do you think a swimsuit is, anyway. Besides, nobody can see us up here anyway." Maggie grinned at her mother and unzipped her coveralls. Caroline was intrigued by what was hidden by the sturdily underwired yet plain cotton bra and basic bikini panties Maggie wore, and very interested by the flesh displayed by the considerably more abbreviated and lacier set her mother wore. Mary begged off, complaining of sleepiness, and headed for her bedroom. Caroline stripped down to her thong string bikini and the three women oiled their bodies up for an afternoon of tanning. "So, what do we talk about?", asked Caroline after they had settled into chaise loungers. The threesome looked at each other, and then as one, they grinned and yelled, "Guys!" "Okay, so let's each tell our most outrageous sex story.", Caroline prompted. She knew that the others were powerless against the urges flowing through their veins. "Well, sure, but who goes first?", asked Babs. "Easy, Odds and Evens.", answered Mary. So saying, the three through their hands together, but on the first try everyone put out two fingers. On the second attempt, both Babs and Mary had two, but Caroline had only one. "That'd be me, I guess." Reaching behind her, she untied her bikini top and tossed it aside. Oiling her large breasts to Babs' and Maggie's devouring eyes, she said, "Okay, this happened over the winter, on my last birthday..." ------- Chapter 6 Caroline Jensen woke as she often did, with her nightgown pushed up around her waist and her husband's rampant manhood pressed into her backside. Her husband's wealth often showed itself in little ways, but the oddest had to be the fact that they could indulge every day in a cherished institution enjoyed by most Americans only on some weekends. They could sleep late every morning and make love when they woke. Nobody had to go to work, nobody had to cook breakfast, and nobody had to get up to do chores. Other people were paid to do those things, leaving Caroline nothing but the ever-pleasant task of lifting her leg slightly and guiding Malcolm's large cock between her legs into her pussy. They both gave a low moan of delight as Malcolm moved his body closer, slowly pushing all eight inches into her. He reached around her to cup her 36C breasts and Caroline arched her back, groaning in contentment as her husband's hips began slowly moving, pistoning the two-inch thick cock in and out of her cunt. Reaching between her legs she began to scratch the underside of his cock as it moved between her legs, and to flick her thumb across her clitoris. When Malcolm began to pinch and twist her distended nipples, her pussy began to spasm as she had her first orgasm, moaning quietly as she came. In response, Caroline clamped her legs together, increasing the friction of her pussy on its intruder, and Malcolm began thrusting faster. Caroline's second come came as Malcolm let loose a low grunt, arching his back and driving deeply inside her, his hands grasping at her hips to pull himself even farther inside. As his cock spasmed out his jism, Caroline gave a small cry and began to convulse a second time, in a bigger and better orgasm than even the first had been. "Happy birthday, darling.", he whispered into her ear after regaining his breath. "Good morning to you, too, dear. That was simply heavenly. I could do that all day long.", she replied, rolling over to face him. "In fact, why don't we. We could stay in bed and fuck all day long, hmm?" Malcolm grinned at his wife, then sat up and rolled out of bed. "Marvelous thought, my dear, but not very practical. I'm hungry." He gently slapped her on the ass and went into the bathroom. Caroline lazed in bed until her husband had cleaned up and dressed, then showered and dressed. She dressed simply, pulling on a very low cut sweater, which showed a considerable bit of cleavage, and a long button front skirt, for which she only buttoned a few buttons, to show most of her long legs to a point well up her thighs. Three-inch high 'fuck me' pumps completed the look. Underwear was not needed; she worked out enough so that a bra was unnecessary, and panties simply got in the way when she needed a good fuck. The only thing unusual about the day was that Caroline didn't get laid again all morning long and well into the afternoon. Normally, at least one of the staff, either Reeves or Tony, the handyman, or Phoebe or Tony's wife Jeanine, the maid, would have grinned or winked and they would have passed the time coupling with wild abandon. Caroline could always fuck or be fucked a half dozen times in any given day, from morning, through afternoon, and well into the evening and night. She was a most willing participant. Yet somehow, today was different. She ran a hand over Tony's ass and he left to check the generator. Rubbing Phoebe's breasts simply caused the cook to spill some soup, which she cleaned up and then left to take a bath, alone. Even Malcolm wasn't tempted when she found him in his study. Sitting on the desk in front of him, she innocently spread her legs wide and popped another button on her skirt, so that her shaved pussy was on open display. Neither love nor money could get her fucked, it seemed. Mid-afternoon things changed. Taking her hand, Malcolm led her downstairs to what they called the playroom, a large family room with a number of wide couches and chairs and a full television and stereo setup. "I think I want to do something a little different.", he announced, then directed her to strip naked, right down to bare feet. Then, stepping behind her, he ordered her hands behind her back, and when she complied, he slipped padded handcuffs on her wrists. When she turned to question him, he simply 'Shush'ed her and turned her away again. The next thing she knew, a blindfold had been tied over her eyes, and she knew they were playing a bondage game. This surprised Caroline, since although she enjoyed B&D, she knew Malcolm was not into it very much at all, and generally wanted her hands free and her eyes wide open. While they often played sex games, they were usually of the role-playing variety. Nurse and Doctor, Policeman and Motorist, even Cowboy and Barmaid had been done, but Malcolm rarely went into tying her up and raping her. She was very excited as she felt his strong hands gently push her to a kneeling position. She heard his zipper lower and opened her mouth wide as he pushed his cock between her lips. Caroline was an expert fellatrix and swirled her tongue over her husband's uncircumcised dick, sucking the end as he moved his hips in her face. She proudly noted that it hadn't taken him long at all to come, and she greedily sucked the semen his pulsing balls pumped out. She was licking her lips when another erection smacked her cheek and her mouth opened in surprise. It was quickly filled with another stiff cock. Caroline was alarmed, and could barely do more than suck on the strange intruder. She had fucked and sucked every cock in the household numerous times and knew all their individualities. Malcolm was uncircumcised, Tony was an inch shorter and an inch thicker, and Reeves' cock was the most unusual. It was the same length as her husband's but only half the width, and had a cockhead the size of a plum on the end! This cock did not belong to the household staff, so just who was facefucking her? Strong hands were by now holding her head as she sucked the stranger, his cock pumping back and forth between her lips. After about five minutes, he began to grunt loudly as she felt his dick swell up and spew a seemingly never-ending supply of jism into her throat, some of which dribbled from her lips and down her chin. In vain she tried to lick it back up. "Oh, God, guys, you have got to get a piece of this action!", cried out her unseen assailant, in a voice she could almost place. There were other men here, too?! Her loving husband had arranged a gang rape for her birthday! Relieved and unbearably charged, she relaxed as she was moved into position for her next bout. Chair springs creaked before her as someone settled into an armchair, and she crawled on her knees to him, to have her face pressed into another stranger's naked crotch, to begin sucking another cock. Behind her, a fourth man knelt and spread her legs apart, to force his cock into her dripping cunt and begin fucking her doggy style, while she sucked cock. Caroline exploded into orgasm at the first touch of his prick to her slit. Fierce thrusting drove her face into her unknown lovers groin; his cock was wedged pleasantly in her throat as he too began to spew. The next four hours were a festival of depravity, a bacchanalia of lust, as Caroline was repeatedly forced to pleasure a seemingly endless supply of cocks. She was delighted to learn that women had been invited as well, as after the first round of men had been satisfied, their wives or girlfriends pushed their naked gashes into her mouth. Caroline was used for the group's decadent pleasures in every way and position available. Caroline's second orgasm occurred when her second fucker pulled his cock out of her cunt and, spreading her asscheeks, inserted his cockhead into her rectum. No wonder Malcolm had insisted she give herself an enema last night! It wasn't simply for his pleasure. After that, she lost track of the times she came. She was never at a loss for fucking. When she asked to go to the bathroom after a few hours, she was led to a toilet, and then had to give head while peeing. On her return to the room, she was promptly bent face down over the back of a chair and assfucked again, even as her cuffed hands groped for her assailant's body. Sitting, kneeling, laying down on her back and on her stomach, she was the center of attention for the horny group's affections. Finally, after a little more than four hours, exhausted and drained, she was pulled up into her husband's lap, who uncuffed her hands and removed her blindfold. She weakly looked around at the naked people in the room, to see her closest friends and family naked and grinning. Caroline's younger sister Jenny and Malcolm's son Jerry, the Brundage brothers, Bob and Bill, the Andrews family, John and Anita and their twin daughters Laurie and Cory, even Chip and Muffy Pembleton, the self-proclaimed 'world's kinkiest yuppies', had joined Malcolm and the staff in fucking her a happy birthday. It was obvious from the come on the other ladies that they too had partaken of the orgy. Anita and Muffy helped her to her feet, kissing her deeply, and led her away with Phoebe and Jeanine to clean up. Laurie and Cory announced their ability to handle things if anything popped up, grinning as they began to stroke their father's impressively huge dick to life. Jenny simply lay back on the couch and spread her own legs. After showering, Caroline fell asleep on top of her bed, and Anita and Muffy lay down beside her for a quick sixty-nine and a nap. This was only the start of the weekend, and they would need to be rested. ------- Chapter 7 "Holy shit!", exclaimed Maggie. "A gang rape for your birthday! Wow!", she said as she stood to make another round of drinks. By now she and her mother were topless, and Caroline was quite frankly aroused by the sight. Both Maggie and Babs had firm and upstanding 38Ds and their bright red nipples were prominently erect. Caroline had flipped over to tan her back, and had untied the strings holding her bikini bottom together, to get an allover tan. Babs had no compunctions against oiling her hostess down, rubbing her hands sensuously over her buttocks. She then stripped off her own panties and oiled herself some more, and Caroline was fascinated by the puffy and naked pudenda the older women had, shaved as bare as she herself was. "So, who's next?", asked Caroline. Maggie and Babs switched to Rock, Paper, and Stone to pick the next raconteur, and Babs won, so Maggie went next. She started, "Okay, this all happened back when I was in college..." ------- Maggie Meredith had selected a large state school to earn her teaching degree at. The college was roughly an hour from her home, so that her parents could pick her up on weekends if she wanted, but the commute was too long for practicality, and she had to room in the freshman dorms. This fit her to a T; she loved her parents but wanted to get away from home. The first few weeks were a mad scramble adjusting to the new experiences, and it wasn't until mid-October that she began to feel as if she had a handle on things. That Friday, however, she wanted to get out and do something, but nothing much was happening. She had no tests for almost two weeks and her homework was completely caught up. Socially, things were at a slow point as well. She didn't have a steady boyfriend yet and her roommate had gone home for the weekend. Homecoming had been the previous weekend, and there were no big parties planned anywhere. At a loss for something to do, she grabbed a jacket and headed down to the Student Union to see if she could find a friend to hang out with. The Student Union building was a large and modern, low-slung affair, with the ground floor devoted to student council offices and a restaurant to take parents to. The basement level contained the bookstore along one wall, a bowling alley, billiard room, and a pinball arcade along the other, and a large beer hall in the center, it still being legal to drink at 18 at the time. Maggie downed a fast beer, then wandered into the billiard room. The small room was still large enough to hold four full-sized pool tables, two of which were out of commission as they were being resurfaced. They other pair were in use, with a pair of older boys playing on one, while several students lined up quarters on the other. The quarters were to release the billiard balls captured in the pockets to start a new game. The winner retained control of the table until such time as somebody paid a quarter and beat them, then the new winner owned the table. Fishing a quarter out of her pocket, Maggie strode up to the table with the two guys and set it on the edge. "Interested in a game, fellows?", she asked. The two young men looked over at the blonde bombshell and grinned. "Anytime, little lady, anytime.", said the larger of the two. "As soon as I finish off my homosexual acquaintance, I'll be happy to teach you." "Fuck you, cockbreath!", protested his friend. To Maggie he said, "Grab a stick, babe, and after I beat you, I'll buy you a beer." "Thanks.", she said, as she innocently sauntered over to the rack of cues, carefully picking out the best of an indifferent collection. She wished she had thought to bring her own cue, a custom two-piece job her father had bought her several years ago. He had installed a table in the family room and she had spent many hours practicing. She had even taught a variation called 'Strip Pool' to her boyfriends, and billiard balls weren't the only balls that had gotten racked on the smooth green velvet. These clowns were going to teach her? They could only wish! To the larger man's surprise, his counterpart sank a tough double bank shot to win their match, and grinned as he took Maggie's quarter to rack up the next match. Deferring to Maggie, he said, "Eight ball. Ladies first.", and stepped back to let her break. This was the only event Maggie was worried about, having a very uneven break shot, but the only luck she needed occurred at the start, when she sank the seven ball off the break. Calling, "Odds!", she promptly proceeded to run the table, much to everyone's amazement. Her competitors were less than generous, finding themselves blown off the table in under five minutes. As the small guy muttered imprecations, the larger one slapped a quarter down angrily. "Think you can try that again, honey?", he asked darkly. "This time, we call our shots." "Fine with me. I'll break." Maybe lightning would strike twice, she prayed silently, as she put the coin in the mechanism and set the table up again. A small group of people were staring as she lined up on the cue ball. It didn't. Blowing her first shot, she was forced to watch as her contender carefully lined up and called his first three shots. He blew a simple bank shot and was forced to give way. She nailed four in a row and the game see-sawed briefly before she could hit the last two and the eight ball. The two guys were in a foul mood as they threw down their cues under the watchful eyes of the manager, and they stormed out of the room. By now, several fellows had come in to watch, and had placed quarters down on the table, to try their luck at beating the big-titted blonde and maybe buying her a drink. It was all to no avail, as Maggie cleaned clock after clock for over an hour and a half and contemplated staying to go for the record for owning the table. Finally a pair of upper class girls dropped a quarter on the table. Maggie confidently smiled and said, "Great, it's your funeral." "Recklessness and impudence! I like that in a victim.", remarked one to the other. Both girls, slim brunettes, were wearing sorority T-shirts with the Greek letters Phi Kappa on them. "I'm Trish and this is Jan." Jan was shorter, Maggie's height, with Maggie's bright blue eyes. Trish was several inches taller, with longer hair and brown eyes. "You must be one of the new freshman. I just love fresh meat." "Maggie Meredith.", she acknowledged. She took the proffered quarter and set up the next game. Calling her shots, Trish wiped Maggie out in a straight run of nine balls. Staring wide-eyed, Maggie fished out another quarter and butted ahead of the line. The manager inexplicably allowed the rematch, and smiled when Jan took Trish's cue stick. Once again, Maggie was routed, nine straight. "You've just been had, kid.", the manager laughed. "These two are the school champs, and you have just been hustled!" Maggie could only grin and shamefacedly acknowledge her loss. Trish and Jan simply laughed and racked their cue. "Come on, Maggie Meredith, let's go get a beer.", said Jan. It was actually three beers, a round apiece, and then Trish and Jan invited Maggie home, to the Phi Kappa sorority house for dinner. Although it wasn't a party night, the evening was busy, with beer flowing and music blaring, and a number of hunky looking guys wandering around. Maggie's new friends explained that it was the start of Rush Season, the period when fraternities and sororities began recruiting new members. The Greek system was strong on campus, accounting for almost a quarter of all students, and despite annual excesses that prompted thunderous denunciations from school officials, the fact of the matter was that there simply weren't enough dorm rooms or apartments in the small town to put students in if the fraternities and sororities were banned. The Greeks had a number of subdivisions; some houses were jock and jockette houses and some were nerd houses and there was even a ROTC house, for officer cadets, but the majority were simply social houses, like Phi Kappa. The 'Phuks', as they called themselves, were a female version of 'Animal House', and Maggie was to learn that they were a very social house indeed. Most of the boyfriends were from several of the jock frats on campus, and the sisters endeavored to live up to their nickname. Maggie hadn't really considered joining a sorority, and she looked at a few others, but Phi Kappa had won her over on the first day, and when she was asked to pledge, she eagerly accepted. Just how hard the Phuks worked on their reputation wasn't completely clear to Maggie until she became an upperclassman herself. The group had certain standards to be met. While booze was freely abused, drugs were nonexistent. Nobody really cracked a book unless in dire straits. Candidates were all screened for looks. While raving beauty wasn't required, pigs were definitely out, and the plainest girls would still be considered fairly attractive in any crowd. Tractable virtue was considered a plus, and none of the freshmen were virgins. A silent scorecard was kept of the amorous conquests of each candidate. Maggie had been on the Pill since she had turned fourteen, and had promptly put it to good use. While not considered promiscuous in high school, she had been considered easy, and while she tended to form long-term relationships with her boyfriends, they had almost always gotten into her pants on the first date. Maggie was simply of the opinion that if she liked a guy and was going steady with him, then they were almost certainly going to fuck at some point. She liked sex just as much as they did, so why not make that point an early one! From the Phuks point of view, Maggie clinched her candidacy when, at the Thanksgiving party, a junior from the soccer frat invited her back to his room and scored on her that night. A blow job and a fuck that night, followed by doing the dog in the morning proved her utter lack of character to them. Maggie didn't care, she and Mike remained an item until the middle of the Spring semester. Shortly after their breakup, the campus-wide Hell Week occurred. All the candidates, now called Pledges, moved into the attics of their houses for a week of initiation and torture. Classes were attended, but no tests were scheduled, and most of the professors good-naturedly looked the other way when their exhausted charges fell asleep in class. Considerable partying and hell-raising went on, and many of the campus stunts landed their authors in the Dean's office, but the ancient tradition lived on. Maggie had been confused by the specific nature of the items she had to pack into a suitcase and bring with her that Sunday. Clothing for a week, including one sheer blouse and high heels (no platform shoes allowed), batteries of several sizes, a cigar box, Ex-Lax, three paper clips, a cigarette lighter, $36 in Monopoly money - there seemed no rhyme nor reason to the requirements. Once the dozen nervous girls were gathered in the foyer, they were immediately hustled to the attic where they were required to change into work clothes and then run downstairs again. They were then greeted by the 'Mistress of Pain', a senior who ordered them into work parties scrubbing and cleaning the house from top to bottom, all the while screaming at them. Finally, well after midnight, they were all hustled into the bathroom, where they were ordered to strip naked and herded into the shower. There, packed in like sardines, they were forced to bathe in cold water, and then finally released to find their clothing gone and a large pile of scratchy wool blankets offered. Drying themselves as best they could, they were ordered to wrap the blankets around themselves and were run back down to the living room. Now they were introduced to another personage, the 'Mistress of Pleasure'. Informed that they were not yet fully clean, large tubs of cold water were brought in and set before them, and each girl was handed a razor and shaving cream. Wet and bedraggled, covering themselves as best they could with the blankets, the girls were required to shave their legs and armpits. Finally, as the Mistress of Pain stood menacingly near with a cat-of-nine-tails, the pledges were instructed to doff their blankets and finish shaving. When one confused girl asked what was to be shaved, the Mistress of Pleasure simply smiled. Spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up, she silently showed her panty-less and hairless cunt to the gasping audience. Several of the girls looked to balk and flunk out, but were persuaded by Maggie and a few of the others, who promptly lathered up and shaved themselves bare of the last remaining hairs below their heads. Now, as naked as jaybirds, they listened as the assembled sisterhood critiqued their figures, never positively. At one point the complaint was raised that their nipples would never be erect and pointy, the way men liked them, and that the reputation of the house for illicit sex would be ruined. This prompted the Mistress of Pleasure to order the girls to begin pinching their tits and nipples and see who's were the pointiest. While the Mistress of Pain flicked her whip, the Pledges all began stimulating their tits. The next step was by now obvious to all. Further comments were made as to the fact that men liked puffy and wet pussies, and each girl was required to masturbate to orgasm. Any modesty had been irretrievably lost by now, and Maggie was not the only girl to come twice before everyone had managed to get themselves off. Finally, as the dawn broke, the girls were sent off to the showers again, and then herded back to the attic to dress. They were mystified to find their suitcases had been ransacked. The oddball items were missing, along with every pair of panties and every brassiere. The only items left were their high heeled shoes and one of the tops they had brought, which they were ordered into and then sent back downstairs. Here they were issued a short skirt with an elastic waist and buttons up the front. The skirts came to mid-thigh, and had horizontal lines set roughly an inch apart, with a button between each line. Each girl was given a large button to pin to their chests saying, "I'm a lazy Phuk!" They were ordered into the skirts, and prior to being sent to their classes, the Mistress of Pain made a final indignity. Reaching into a small bag, she pulled out a butt plug, which she inserted into each girl's anus. The Pledges were all ordered not to put on underwear during the day and sent on their various ways. Spot checks were promised. Maggie was too nervous to cheat and go to her dorm room to slip on some panties. Later that morning, Trish and Jan cornered her and lifted her skirt to check, and were pleased by what they didn't find. However, another Pledge was discovered to have cheated, and the punishment was brutal. Marched to the center of the Quadrangle, she was forced to strip naked, remove her panties, and then get dressed again, as numerous gawkers stopped to stare. Monday night proved to be more of the same. Following classes, the girls returned to the sorority house, there to change into work clothes and continue cleaning. Later, they were once again stripped and ordered into the showers, but this time there was a major change. As they dried themselves off, the Mistress of Pain came in, to announce that she could still smell them. When they protested, a dozen bottles of a cheap floral scented douche were brought out, and the girls had to clean themselves even further. Then, downstairs in the living room, after masturbating to orgasm, toys were thrown into the mix, as several dozen large and small dildos and vibrators were dumped on them. After all, guys liked girls to use toys! Finally, at about four in the morning, the exhausted women, who had been up almost forty-eight hours, were taken to the attic and given a few hours of sleep. In the morning they dressed much as they had before, with the exception that all were handed scissors and instructed to cut the skirts at the bottom line, shortening them an inch. Tuesday's buttons read, "I'm an easy Phuk!" Tuesday night introduced enemas. Wednesday brought skirts yet another inch shorter and buttons which read, "I'm a nasty Phuk!" Wednesday night the Pledges put the vibrators up their asses. Thursday the skirts were shorter yet and the buttons said, "I'm a good Phuk!" Thursday night was more of the same and by Friday morning the buttons were reading, "I'm a great Phuk!" There were some changes day to day, though. Since the all-nighter Sunday, the girls were being allowed a little more sleep each day, to the point where they got almost six hours Thursday night. As the skirts got progressively shorter, the pledges took to wearing them as low on their hips as they could possibly pull them, and sitting with their legs crossed at all times. The lowest point for Maggie came when she woke with a start in the middle of a class to find that she and two other Pledges had all fallen asleep and slumped down in their chairs, letting their skirts ride up to their hips. She woke to the giggling leers of her classmates. Friday seemed different from the start. All of the girls knew that Hell Week was almost over and that the sisters were rapidly running out of time to torture them. The dress code was different as well. Fully two inches were cut from the skirts this last day, leaving them little more than oversized belts, and today they had to wear the sheer blouses they had been ordered to bring. Maggie's was only moderately sheer, but a couple of them had brought blouses best called transparent. They had figured to wear them with a camisole underneath, camisoles which were not available. The twelve barely dressed bouncing beauties made quite a stir on campus. When they returned to the sorority house they were all stashed in the attic, where they were ordered into ankle length white gowns and left to contemplate their sins for several hours. They all fell asleep. Upon being woken, they discovered it was after dark. Led down to the basement they were inducted into the sorority in an hour long ceremony, a fifty-fifty mix of a Victorian coronation and the Flintstone's crowning of the Grand Poobah of the Water Buffaloes. Then, now dressed in transparent white peignoirs, they were led back to the living room, recast as a grand dining room, with white linen and silver. There, at a long table dominated by the Mistress of Pain at one end and the Mistress of Pleasure at the other, also wearing transparent white, they were served an elaborate steak dinner. The strange symbology of the peas in the champagne and the silverware upside down and reversed, among other things, was unexplained until the following year, when they learned it was simply a big goof on them. They were served by sisters wearing high heels and tiny lace aprons, and nothing else, and during dessert, these sisters all crawled under the table and between their legs. This was nothing new to them; Thursday night had introduced them all to switch-hitting. The dinner was done entirely in silence, except for numerous moans during desert, and afterwards the new sisters were allowed to dress and return to their dorms for a silent vigil (read, go to bed and sleep!) They weren't to show up until Saturday night, when they were to wear their sexiest party dresses and no underwear, because they were going to have a massive blowout with the guys from three fraternities, and even the Elephant Woman would be able to get laid! ------- Chapter 8 "You little slut!", exclaimed a laughing Babs. "Thank God your father never knew what you were up to, he'd have killed you and dragged your corpse off to a nunnery!" By the end of her story, Maggie had stripped down to bare skin as well. Her pussy was shaved almost as bare as the other two, with only a small tuft at the top of her slit proclaiming she was a natural blonde. "Oh, please, Momma! I heard the two of you going at it more than once, so don't you dare impugn my morals.", she giggled in protest. "Really, Babs, so you and your husband liked it noisy, huh?", quizzed Caroline. "Did you ever participate in group sex like your daughter and I? Did Harry like that sort of thing?" Babs snorted in derision. "Who? Harry? Get real! Harry didn't have the physique one normally associates with that sort of thing, although he actually was hung like a horse. He was a bit, er, pudgy, so to speak." "Momma, how can you say such a thing!" To Caroline, Maggie said, "Daddy was just the biggest teddy bear in the world. He was cuddly." She stuck her tongue out at her mother. "Yeah, and he was shaped like a teddy bear, too. But oh baby, if you could have seen him back when I first met him, ooohh, Stud City!" Caroline laughed. "So, was your great sexcapade with him?" "Not hardly. Now don't get me wrong. Harry was a great fuck, and we used to get it on morning, noon, and night, but Harry really was a one-woman man. He didn't cotton to the idea of sharing me. No this happened a few years after he died..." ------- Babs sat at the vanity, nervously applying her makeup. She wasn't at all sure that she was ready for this, and was still half-convinced it was too soon after Harry's death to go out and try to meet other men. Granted, it had been three years since his heart attack, and if time didn't heal all wounds, it had certainly put a healthy dose of scar tissue in place. Several months ago, some friends had convinced her that 47 wasn't dead, or even old, and had talked her into going to a Chippendales show with them. To her vast surprise, she had enjoyed it. She had also enjoyed going with them a month later and visiting a nearby singles bar. Tonight she had decided to go out on her own, and as she finished her lip gloss, she stood. "If I don't go now, I never will!", she announced to the empty room, and grabbed her purse and went to her car. Her mood lightened considerably after she had been in Kelsey's Pub for a bit. Sitting at the bar, she had been promptly swarmed by a number of younger men, guys mostly in their twenties looking to get lucky with what they thought was a thirtyish divorcee, not a widow closing in on fifty. She began to have fun, and was glad she had dressed as she had. She had never worn this dress before, although it was over three years old. It was the last dress she had bought before Harry had died, and he had never seen her in it. She had planned on wearing it out that night to dinner with him, but his heart attack on the fourteenth green had cancelled those plans. He never made it to the clubhouse. She had almost cancelled this night out when she went through her closet. She could never go out to meet other men in a dress she had worn for Harry. God, he had fucked her in every single one she owned! She still believed that Harry Meredith was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her life. Barbara Obriski had been born plain white trash and had come home from the hospital to live in the dining room of a one bedroom trailer on the wrong side of the tracks in Chicago. Her mother never worked, suffering from alcoholism and emphysema, and her father wasn't much better, doing day labor when he was sober. They survived on disability checks and welfare, most of which went to rotgut and cheap cigarettes. From an early age, Babs knew she wanted a better life than this, but it seemed hopeless. Still, unlike so many of her friends, she stayed in school even after they had dropped out to turn tricks or sell drugs. Even this ended when a smooth talking guy with a flashy car and some ready cash sweet-talked her into sleeping with him. As best she could figure it out, he knocked her up the same night her popped her cherry, and at sixteen she found herself with a baby girl and he was long, long gone. Her parents wanted to throw her out, until they realized that now she qualified for welfare, too, so they let her stay as long as she signed over the checks. Needless to say, she had to drop out of school herself. Still, she swore to herself and little Maggie that someday they would get out of the flea-bitten rotting trailer and get a real life. By the time she turned eighteen she had managed to get her GED and had landed a job as a secretary-trainee at the nearby IBM factory. With the few dollars she had saved, she moved out and never looked back, settling in to a third story walk up with cold water that was still an improvement over her past. She hand washed her best clothing for that first Monday at work. Babs was never a religious person, but for the rest of her life she would thank God daily that she was went to work at Harry Meredith's factory as a gofer and clerk. She was brought into his office for a routine introduction to find him on the phone, and she waited silently, scared to death he would send her packing for some unknown fault. He was a tall man with salt-and pepper hair with still more pepper than salt, big boned and heavy set, and in his late thirties. Setting the phone down, he held out his hand and she lunged forward to shake it, knocking over a planter in the process. Fighting back the tears, she scurried to pick it up and clean up the mess she had made of his office and her life. Stooping beside her, he laughed and said, "Jesus, kiddo, don't sweat it, it's a fake plant anyway!" She glanced up at him and met his eyes. Babs and Harry Meredith were living proof of love at first sight. They stared speechless at each other for several minutes before standing, whereupon she was shown to where she would work. She had an almost psychic ability to tell when he was watching her. Out of the blue she would turn around to see him standing in the doorway to his office, staring at her and smiling. She would smile back, dazzled, and they would go back to work. At the end of the week, he called her in to his office and very nervously asked her to dinner. She had almost tripped over her tongue saying "Yes!" and had promptly called and made arrangements with an elderly neighbor to baby-sit Maggie. When Harry showed up to the door of her apartment, she was dressed like she always did at work, since her work clothes were her best clothes, and introduced him to Maggie. He was fascinated that she could have a toddler already, and wasn't frightened off like so many other men had been. Harry had immediately seen as he walked into the dilapidated tenement that Maggie would be a fish out of water at the fancy restaurant he had made reservations at, so he stripped off his tie and stuck it in his pocket, then took off his jacket and slung it over a shoulder. Instead, he had took her to a nicely fancy pizzeria in a suburban mall, only to discover that this wasn't much better. After they were seated in the small booth, Maggie had stared down at the table in front of her. "Harry, look, somebody messed up and gave me two forks!" "Babs, that's your salad fork.", he said quizzically. "Huh?" "You eat your salad with the small fork, and your meal with the big one.", he explained. Faced with her ignorance and inelegance, Babs Obriski broke down and cried, the tears gushing out along with a mangled attempt to explain her inability and naiveté. Harry simply scooted around the booth to her side. Throwing a bear-like arm around her shoulders, he used his napkin to wipe away her tears, telling her, "Babs, I know you're not all that fancy, but I didn't ask you out because I thought you were fancy. If I wanted some damn debutante, I'd have gotten my mother to hitch me up with some daughter of one of her friends." Babs stopped crying long enough to listen. "Listen, I've been that route already, and it was a damn disaster. You, I don't know, you're real, I guess, and all the money and fancy breeding and education can't buy that." He continued on in this vein for several minutes more, finishing with, "Just be yourself!" She dabbed her eyes and sniffled, then smiled. "You know, though, two forks is pretty silly. I mean, you can't use more than one at a time anyway!" "That's the spirit!", he said as he slid back to his place. "By the time we go someplace fancy, you'll have this crap down cold." Startled, she looked up at him. "What, you mean you'd want to go out with me again?" It was Harry's turn to look startled. "Well, sure, why not? Listen, I grew up with kids who needed servants to tell them what to wear and what to do. You already know that stuff - think of the advantage you've got!" "Oh, God, I think I'm going to cry again.", said Babs, who scurried off to the bathroom. Harry stared after her, at a loss for words. When she came back, she had washed her face and fixed her makeup. "Harry Meredith, I love you.", she told him. Harry was stunned but waved it off, even though he was well and truly smitten by Babs. True to his word, he took her to dinner again the following Friday. By then, she had been able to cash her first paycheck and use some money to buy a nicer dress at a local thrift shop. After dinner they took a nice drive along Lake Michigan and went parking, something Harry hadn't done in twenty years. He still remembered the basics, however, and was more than able to perform once Babs had climbed into the back seat and undressed. After three months he had Babs transferred to a manager at the other end of the plant, explaining that with her so near he couldn't get any work done. Three months after that they were married in a simple ceremony, and he bought a house and moved Babs and Maggie in. Taking a two-year-old on his honeymoon wasn't part of his overall plans, but he grinned and did so anyway. He had truly grown fond of the little girl and she had begun calling him "Da Da." Anyway, she was well behaved and took frequent naps, giving Harry and his new bride many opportunities to screw around. On their first anniversary he asked Babs if he could adopt Maggie as his own, and she agreed with joyful tears. As Harry had foretold, Maggie had been able to soak up 'class' like a sponge. She wanted to be the best wife a man could ever have, and remembered the old saying, "The perfect wife is a chef in the kitchen, a lady in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom!" While she never made great chef, she was at least a competent cook, and within a short time had indeed become a refined and elegant hostess in the parlor. But it was in the bedroom that her true talents lay, and Harry was delighted to discover that his blushing bride never blushed. As long as Maggie was someplace else, Babs was an aggressively wanton woman. She loved nothing better than to worship at the altar of her husband's ten-inch cock. She would wake him in the morning with a blowjob, she would greet him when he came home from work by taking him upstairs and providing a quickie, and at night she would put on a frilly negligee and fuck him silly in bed. For all of Harry's considerable sophistication, in many ways he was a very down to earth guy, and for his part, he could think of nothing better to do than to make love to his gorgeous drop-dead knockout beauty of a wife every chance he could get. Now that she had Harry's money and no wardrobe of her own to speak of, Babs let her horny husband buy her the clothes he wanted her to wear. They both rapidly developed an exhibitionist streak, Babs to wear daring and risky outfits, and Harry to show her off in them. It started simply enough when Babs commented just before the wedding that she didn't have anything nice to wear on her honeymoon, so maybe they should simply cancel Cancun and go camping instead. His response was a simple, "Babs, have you lost your mind? Why don't we simply go shopping?" So they went shopping, and Harry's tastes were a revelation to his fiancée. They didn't buy just a few items, they bought a closet full. Miniskirts were in fashion - Harry liked them short. Swimsuits were becoming more daring - Harry pushed the envelope. Pantyhose were out - Harry bought her stockings. She needed shoes - Harry selected none with less than a three inch heel. Women were burning their bras - Harry provided the matches! Once, at home, Harry commented that a new dress cut stylishly just above knee level seemed a bit lengthy, and Babs demanded to know just what he considered right. He shrugged and told her to put on an old skirt and come back down. A few minutes later she had come back to find her husband smiling and holding a pair of pinking shears. Kneeling at her feet he cut the skirt off approximately an inch below the bottom of her ass. After she protested that her panties would show, he pulled them off and told her not to wear any, then fucked her up against the kitchen cabinets. When she went out that night three years after his death, there wasn't a sexy outfit in the closet that he hadn't had her in. Then an old plastic bag hanging in the back fell off the bar, and she took it out to see what was in it. It was the black dress she had bought the day before his heart attack and was delivered the day after the funeral. It was almost as if Harry was telling her that this was the dress to wear, that it was all right to resume a real life and stop being a widow. She was delighted to see that it still fit as well as it had the day she had bought it. It was a classic little black dress, backless enough to prohibit a bra, well above the knee but still long enough to wear stockings with, and skintight. She slipped into some long and sheer black stockings, some black thong panties, and her three inch black stilettos for a night on the town. After several hours holding court at the bar Babs figured that she had probably had a drink or two too many. Most had been bought by would-be suitors, some of which she had sent back, some of which she had drank as she allowed the potential swain to chat her up. She was definitely enjoying the attention as men vied for the chance to take her and 'get out of here so we can talk.' This was definite code for 'let's go somewhere and screw.' But she was having too much fun and found herself sandwiched between a pair of twenty-something computer salesmen who had both bought her a drink at the same time. Rather than send one or the other packing, she had simply given them a radiant smile and alternately sipped from the pair of drinks. Neither was about to let this prize catch alone for a second, so they stayed glued to her side through a second round. They were standing very close to her at the end of the bar and first one, then the other, had laid a hand lightly on a knee. Her eyes opened wide and she was about to protest when they began to slide their hands up her legs. She gave a small shudder as she felt the first hands since her dead husband's caressing her pliant flesh, and involuntarily spread her legs slightly. Taking this for the positive sign it was, both slid their fingers under the hem of the dress, where their knuckles touched for the first time. Neither had realized the other was putting the same moves on Babs, and they stopped, but only briefly. Giving each other a grin and a shrug, together they had slid their hands further northward to come in contact with the bare thighs above the elastic tops of her stockings, and Babs gave another shudder and spread her legs wide on the barstool. First one, then the other, extended a finger to begin tracing her pussy lips through the sheer fabric of her panties. When she felt two sets of fingers slip under the sides and begin to caress her flesh directly, Babs let out a small cry and grabbed onto the bar. She shuddered in her first orgasm since Harry had gone. The bartender came over to see what the problem was; her beaus smoothly told him she was feeling a bit tired and would be leaving soon as they continued to probe her drenched pussy and flick her pulsing clit. After a second orgasm, they eased up, and helped her to her feet. Not knowing precisely what was happening, but knowing she was too far gone to stop, Babs asked for a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom. They escorted her to the back of the pub, where one of the men grabbed a booth and the other waited at the door for her return. They watched each other like hawks. Neither one was going to allow either Babs to escape or the other to squire her away himself. When she came back out after relieving herself and touching up her makeup, she slid into the booth between them, and they ordered a last round. The next thing that occurred was the most astonishing event of the night. Hearing a zipper being pulled down, Babs looked to her left to find the man on that side had undone his pants and pulled his cock out. It wasn't as big as Harry's had been, but it was substantial and sturdy and as hard as stone. "Lift her up.", he told the other, who promptly grabbed Babs by the waist and easily lifted her off the seat. The first guy then slid his hands under her skirt and pulled her panties off with a fast and smooth motion and tucked them in his pocket, then took the compliant woman in his own hands. Pulled onto his lap, Babs simply spread her legs and was set on his erection. He thrust her down hard, and Babs orgasmed once more. The unengaged salesman simply unzipped his own pants and pulled his own large and stiff dick out, to gently stroke it as he sipped his drink and watched the first guy fuck Babs in the booth. The booth had a long tablecloth on the table, and it was dark and noisy, so nobody but the three of them knew what was happening. Babs was in a single continuous orgasm by the time the first man had come. Once finished, he simply lifted Babs off his lap and passed her to the second, then zipped up and finished his drink. She never stopped coming. After both men had fucked her, Babs had pulled her dress down, shivering from the adrenaline rush, downing her drink in a single gulp. After her second fuck she pulled herself together and the men led her outside. "Come on.", said the first one. "My car's around the corner. Let's go back to my motel room." With their arms around her to steady her, they led her to the Corvette convertible. She sat on the second man's lap during the ten-minute trip to the Holiday Inn. The car's top was down, and so was Babs'. As soon as the driver started up and peeled out onto the darkened streets, his counterpart pulled her dress down to her waist and began sucking her tits and fingering her sloppy cunt. She was only able to pull her dress up upon getting out of the car, and once in the room she was stripped of the dress before the door was even closed. Crudely positioned kneeling on the bed, she stared in anticipation as the two men undressed. Her first fuck crawled up in front of her and stuck his cock in her face. She opened her mouth and sucked him in greedily. The second crawled up behind her and began to fuck her dripping cunt. Thinking better of sloppy thirds, he pulled out and spread her asscheeks wide, then slammed his cock full length into her rectum. Babs screamed around the cock in her mouth, first in pain and immediately after in pleasure as he began to ream her ass with his impressive organ. They fucked her until six the next morning, sometimes together, sometimes singly, conserving their strength, until the pair collapsed asleep sprawled out on the come soaked sheets. Babs showered fast, then put her dress and shoes on, leaving her torn stockings, and caught a cab back to the bar to pick up her car. She had never learned their names. ------- "Oh my God, Momma! You fucked two men in the back booth of a bar? What would Daddy have said?", shrieked a laughing Maggie. Babs laughed back. "Hell, honey, he'd have probably bought us all a round and gotten in line. Your father may have been Ward Cleaver to you, but believe you me, he was a loving husband to me, with the emphasis on the loving. Just what do you think we were doing when I went away with him on those business trips?" "No, you couldn't... Daddy?", laughed her daughter. She turned to Caroline and said, "I can't believe it. I am absolutely sure that Daddy died a virgin." "Hah!", shrieked Babs. "Not hardly. Didn't you just say that you heard us getting it on? Hell, one time he actually raped me!" "What!" "It was right after you went off the college. There I was, all of 34, and my baby was in college! I felt so damn old, I was down in the dumps for days. Finally, your old man told me the truth. That I was a damn fine looking women, in the prime of my life and at my sexual peak, and he thought I was nuts. We were in the living room at the time, and he simply walked up to me and ripped my blouse off! I mean, buttons were flying everywhere. Next, he simply grabbed the front of my bra and ripped that off, then tore off my pants. He simply shredded my panties! Then he threw me down on the couch and simply fucked the living shit out of me the rest of the day!" "Wow!", said Harry's stunned daughter. Caroline gave her oldest guest a strange look. "Babs, Harry wasn't in the saddle when he had his heart attack, was he?" It took a second for Babs to understand the question, then she laughed brightly. "Nope, he was on the back nine when he went out on us. But I got to tell you, I gave him a hell of a sendoff earlier. I sucked him off after breakfast, then put on nothing but my fishnets and heels, and he assfucked me right before leaving. If a man has to go, that's the way!" "So, Maggie, was your marriage as hot as your Mom's?", asked Caroline. She already knew they had divorced, but Maggie had said it was because of gambling. Was there a different reason? Maggie held her left hand out, palm down, and waggled it side to side. "Eh, sometimes yes, sometimes no. I met him during my first year teaching and we got married the following summer. At first everything was just fine, but he had a real gambling bug. I used to think it was real macho and cool, but he started taking the damnedest odds and betting the mortgage money and food money. And it seemed like the more he gambled, the less he was interested in me - like he was trading sex for the action. Eventually it got too much. I took the kids and left after he lost the payment to forestall the house being taken away." "Shit. That sucks!" "Yeah, well in the beginning it was okay. I mean, he wasn't hung like Daddy apparently was, but it was average size, and he did know what to do to get Tab A into Slot B." Caroline stood and went inside to make another round of drinks. Coming back out, she said, "I wonder what the guys are up to." ------- Chapter 9 Malcolm led Jason down the hall to the elevator. Both men had changed back into their T-shirts and shorts once they were back on the Bottoms Up. From the lobby, Jason followed Malcolm out onto the streets of Bridgetown, a small warren of upscale boutiques and downscale tourist traps. "Let's go in here first and get you guys some shoes.", Malcolm told the teen, pointing at a store across the way. "Lead on, Doctor Jensen." "Call me Malcolm, and call Caroline by her name, too. We run a pretty informal ship. No need for anything too fancy, although Captain Sorenson seems to prefer Skipper or Captain Jimmy." "Uh, okay Doc... Malcolm." Malcolm ushered Jason into the shoe store, a small boutique where the black clerk disdainfully eyed their attire. Malcolm ignored him, knowing the almighty dollar would clear up that problem. Looking down at Jason's Nikes, he said, "Okay, let's start. We've only got a few hours to get everything done, so we can't dick around. You need to get some beach sandals and something dressier, maybe a nice pair of loafers. Maybe something like what I've got on.", pointing to his own Bass Weejuns. "You get started while I find something for the ladies." "How do I pay for them?", asked Jason nervously, eyeing the prices, marked so discreetly yet so outrageously. "Don't sweat it. I'll cover for you until we can get somewhere your folks can pay me back." Malcolm left the lad in the small men's section and wandered into the much larger women's department. He glanced down at his sheet of sizes to refresh his memory, and was relieved to remember that the three Meredith women were all size 6B, just like Caroline. That started an idea in his mind. He selected three pairs of identical beach sandals and four pairs of identical dressy sandals, with three inch heels and ankle straps. Caroline had her own beach sandals. Returning to Jason he found the boy choosing between two pairs of loafers, with a pair of sandals sitting beside him. "Any ideas?", Jason asked. "Well, tassels are a bit flashy, I think anyway. Besides, you can always buy some more stuff later in the week if you need to. We only need one decent outfit for dinner tonight. After that, on the boat, it's pretty casual." "Makes sense.", Jason admitted, setting aside the fancier shoes. The clerk carried their purchases to the small counter at the front of the store and rang them up. The shoes ended up in a large bag which Malcolm handed to Jason. "Now we need to get you some clothes. Do you know your sizes? Or are you too tall and skinny for off the rack?" "I can still get most stuff off the rack, in a long or tall size. My last suit had to be tailored for me, though." "Figures. Well you don't need a suit, but you do need something better than shorts and a T-shirt." Malcolm led the way down the street to a men's shop. The shoe bag was deposited behind the counter, and this clerk was much more interested in helping, especially after noticing the size of the purchase from down the street. "Now, guys I can figure clothes for fairly simply. It's women that are the trouble." Turning to the clerk, he said, "The young man will need a sport coat, dark, and a couple of pair of khakis to go with it. Two or three dress shirts, socks, that sort of thing." "Of course, sir, that won't be a problem. Of course, for the slacks we'll have to have our tailor measure for length, but he can have them to your hotel by tomorrow evening." "That will not be satisfactory, we'll only be here for the evening." The clerk protested that the tailor was booked solid. "Bring him out here anyway.", commanded Malcolm. Still protesting, the clerk did as he was bid and returned with a surprisingly young Oriental, also protesting. Malcolm simply peeled a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet, and the protests died down markedly. When a second hundred was produced they stopped completely, and with a third both the clerk and the tailor began active assistance. In short order Jason was the proud possessor of a Navy blue double breasted blazer, two white dress shirts, two silk ties, four pair of dress socks, underwear, handkerchiefs, and a belt, and two pair of khaki dress slacks, being altered by the time the clerk began ringing up the order. The tailor promised they would be ready by the time they finished shopping. Gathering their purchases, Jason waddled out onto the street behind Malcolm. "Well, we can't go anywhere with you like that." He stepped out into the street and flagged down a taxi, a rather beat up Honda. As the driver jumped out and opened his trunk, Malcolm waved him over. Pulling a fifty dollar bill out, he tore it in half and gave half to the driver. Jason stared, goggle-eyed, as Malcolm said, "Take these down to the Bottoms Up. She's the 65 footer at the end of the third pier. Throw them on board and come back here. We'll be in that shop over there.", pointing to a large tourist type swim and casual wear shop, "You'll be our driver the rest of the day, and you'll get the rest of this and another one besides. Sound fair?" The driver eagerly agreed and loaded up the purchases. Malcolm led Jason into the third shop with the comment, "It's always nice to find people so friendly and cooperative, isn't it?" Jason laughed. "I think I want to be adopted." In the third shop Malcolm had Jason buy several T-shirts, a couple pair of shorts, and another swimsuit. This store was not a boutique and no clerk helped them, so they paid for these purchases and handed them to the taxi driver who had returned and was waiting for them outside. He took off again, and with Jason decently outfitted for a while, Malcolm settled in to the task of dressing Babs, Maggie, and Mary. Pointing to a bin piled high with T-shirts he told Jason, "Pick out a half dozen, medium size. Then go over there and pick out three pair of shorts, medium." Jason looked at them. "Like what?" "Well, I don't know. They're your family, you decide." Jason began to sort through the shirts and Malcolm moved down the aisle to a rack of swimsuits. Thank God all the women were of the same size, he thought. That way they could always switch off until they had a chance to buy what they really wanted. Noticing a selection of very skimpy suits with a small wrap skirt included, he found the correct sizes and picked out three, in green, orange, and turquoise. He rejoined Jason, with an armful of T-shirts, who was sorting through a small selection of running shorts. He simply grabbed three different pairs and thrust them and the swimsuits at the teen. "Don't worry so much. They probably won't like them anyway." "What next?", asked Jason. "Something for tonight, I guess. But what, I'm not too sure of." Malcolm looked around the shop to see if anything was suitable, and was considering moving to another store when he saw a mannequin on a back aisle. Headless and armless, the statue wore something that might just work after all. Slowly walking over, he looked at the mannequin and at the shelves nearby, then grinned. "This will do just fine.", he said. "We'll buy four sets, so the ladies match. That should be interesting." The mannequin wore a white halter top that was slung around the neck and wrapped around the back, to be tied in front. Malcolm fingered the fabric of one of the one-size-fits-all tops on the shelf and was pleased. Wet, he was sure it would be transparent, dry it was just opaque enough to be decent, if risqué. Below the halter top the dummy had on a calf length wrap skirt, light and gauzy, tied at the hip and showing a long length of leg and thigh. They were also one-size-fits-all, in a variety of bright and festive colors on a black background. They were advertised as beach cover-ups, but the halter top lent them an air of sexy sophistication. Malcolm picked up four of the white halters, along with four skirts, each in a different color. After paying for the purchases, the pair rejoined the cabbie, who took them back to the boat and waited for them at the end of the pier. Grabbing the remaining bags, they climbed on board, to find that the taxi driver had quite literally thrown them onto the stern. They picked them up and went downstairs and up the hall to the master cabin. Above them, in the main salon, they could hear feet moving as the crew went about their business of preparing the yacht for the next day's voyage. "Drop it all on the bunk. We'll take back what we need for the night, and sort the rest out tomorrow morning. We'll stop and pick up your pants on the way back to the hotel.", Malcolm said. The pair began opening packages and sorting through the pile. Jason was bending over the bed, putting the halters and skirts into a single bag when he heard low moans coming through the wall. Stopping, he slowly straightened up and looked around. Malcolm was in a closet against the far bulkhead, taking slacks and a jacket out for the evening, and didn't appear to notice. Then Jason heard it again. Then he heard something much more. "Oh, God, put it in my ass, Captain Jimmy! Put it in my ass!" It was Phoebe's voice, low and muffled by the wall separating the compartments, but clearly hers. Moments later she moaned again, louder, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Jason's adolescent cock became rigid in a moment as he listened to Phoebe's voice through the wall. "Well, don't just stand there, we have got to get going. That store will be closing in fifteen minutes!", said Malcolm, turning back to Jason and holding a hanging garment bag. Jason snapped to and finished stuffing the outfits into the bag. He grabbed it and the bag of high-heeled sandals and stood up. "Shit!", exclaimed Malcolm. He turned and went into the small attached head. "Caroline will kill me if I forget her makeup kit. I'll have to borrow Phoebe's, too." Jason was shell-shocked when Malcolm went back down the hallway. Knocking briefly, he barged right into Phoebe's cabin and went to her dresser. "I need to borrow your makeup kit, Phoebe. We'll bring it back in the morning." Jason glanced through the open door to see the sight of his young life. Phoebe was naked and kneeling on her bunk, her ass high in the air and her shoulders pressed into the cushions, her back arched and her eyes tightly shut in ecstasy, moaning loudly, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass...". Behind her knelt the Skipper, equally nude, his strong hands gripping Phoebe's hips firmly as he pistoned his dick into Phoebe's anus. Glancing over at the door, he grinned at Jason and gave him a thumbs up. Face reddening, Jason ducked back out of sight. "Let's go.", ordered Malcolm, coming out of the cabin and closing the door behind him. He led the way back up on deck, briefly waving at Reeves and Robby on the foredeck before leaving the ship. Jason was quiet the entire time. Malcolm grinned at him. "I guess that's not something you see every day?" "I guess not.", admitted the young man, surreptitiously adjusting his erection. "Are Phoebe and the Captain, uh, going together?", he asked. Malcolm shook his head. "No. You could simply say that Phoebe, in addition to being ship's cook, is also the morale officer. She really knows how to keep people happy." "I should hope to Christ she does!" ------- Chapter 10 Back in her room, Mary had been sleeping in her bra and panties, dreaming deliciously wicked and decadent thoughts about Robby. Before drifting off she had diddled herself to climax imagining him making love to her under the hot Caribbean sun. Waking, she had pulled on her shorts and shirt and joined the other women on the balcony. Their nudity surprised her but not terribly so. Her grandmother had an in-ground swimming pool and a high fence, and the three women often sunbathed topless around it. She even suspected her grandmother of sunbathing nude on occasion. She declined the invitation to join them in the late afternoon sun, and was glad she did when she heard the sound of male voices entering the suite. The threesome scurried to wrap towels around themselves, then the quartet of women went inside. Malcolm led Jason through the living room into the room Maggie and her mother were staying in. They unceremoniously dumped the baggage on a bed and stepped back. "We got the basics. The rest is down on the boat. You guys can finish shopping when we get to Guadeloupe." Jason pulled his bag from the others and went to shower and change. "My God, Malcolm, you must have bought out the stores!", exclaimed Maggie. "Hardly. Some of that stuff was Jason's and mine." "Well, this is simply too much.", said Babs. "When we get back on board, give me the receipts. I'll write you a check." "I'll cash it. And don't forget, dinner's on you tonight." "I remember.", she laughed. Malcolm gathered his stuff and went back to his room. Behind him Caroline led the pack in dumping packages open on the bed. Mary was mystified, then spoke up, lowly. "There's no underwear. Or pantyhose." Maggie searched the pile again, then shrugged. "I guess not." "Malcolm can have rather singular ideas regarding ladies lingerie at times.", commented Caroline, selecting a top and one of the skirts, then picking up a pair of the high heeled sandals. "Huh?" Babs answered for Caroline. "Singular as in he doesn't like them. Correct?" "Well, at times. He doesn't mean anything by it.", she lied to Mary. The young girl was still struggling with the emotions raised by the drug surging through her nubile body. "I suspect it simply slipped his mind." Babs and Maggie shared a look that said, "Bullshit!" At any other time they would have protested such a blatant display of domination; tonight they both were strangely aroused by it. "It's no big deal, honey.", commented Maggie. "I needed to shave my legs anyway. Do you think Malcolm bought swimsuits?", she asked Caroline opaquely. "Mmmm, probably. Let me check." Crossing the living room, she stuck her head in her bedroom door. "Malcolm, did you buy swimsuits?" At her husbands nod, she continued, "Bikinis, perhaps? String? Thong? Damned near nonexistent?" At each question, he nodded and smiled. Quietly she said, "You are such a dear. I'll thank you later." She grabbed her toilet kit and went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Handing her razor and a can of shaving cream to Maggie, she said, "It's a new blade; I touched up just the other day. And yes, he did buy us some bikinis." Babs smiled at her daughter. "When you shave your legs, honey, maybe you should shave a bit higher, eh, Caroline?" Caroline nodded. "I have to be honest. When Malcolm buys swimsuits, they tend to be on the extreme side." She dropped the towel wrapped around her torso. Mary stared at her bald shaved pussy. "I don't do this simply to turn him on." Mary didn't know whether to be more surprised by the admission that Caroline shaved her cunt, or that Malcolm got turned on by it. She could feel her own pussy moistening at the thought. Her surprise was complete when her mother dropped her own towel. Squirting a dollop of shaving cream on her fingertips, she rubbed it briefly into the small tuft of pubic hair above her own pussy. A single pass of the razor; "Voila!", she announced. "Well, I need to get cleaned up myself. As soon as everyone is ready, we'll go down to dinner." She grabbed her own towel and left. Crossing the living room, she went into her bedroom and closed the door. Hearing water running, she looked through the open bathroom door and saw her husband's form behind the frosted door of the shower. Dropping her towel, she went in. Opening the glass door, she stepped inside, asking, "Want some company?" The shower was quite large, large enough for what she planned, anyway. "Certainly.", said Malcolm as he turned to her, soaping her beautiful breasts. Her large nipples grew beneath his fingertips, pointing and distending out. Caroline moaned and took the soap. Rubbing it to a lather, she reached between Malcolm's legs to grasp the cock stiffening between them. At her first slight touch it reared up to point out at her belly. Caroline wrapped her hand around the shaft and cockhead, lathering it slickly and began to run her fist back and forth lightly. His excited cockhead came forth from under the foreskin as her ministrations had the desired effect. Malcolm let out a small sigh. "How are the ladies doing, dear? Can you see the effects yet?" He kept rubbing his wife's tits as he talked. She shivered briefly before answering. "Perfectly, darling, perfectly. Both Babs and Maggie have admitted that they are far more adventurous than would appear at first glance. Mary is somewhat more reserved, but don't worry. She'll be dripping by tomorrow, no later than tomorrow night. I think she might be a virgin. Her mother and grandmother are probably ready to go right now, but let's wait a little, hmm? How about the boy, Jason." She began to stroke her husband more urgently. Malcolm responded with a grunt, and his twitching cock let out a spray of creamy white jism onto his wife's navel. It continued to spurt even as it washed away. Finally, his face red, he caught his breath. Reaching down, he cupped Caroline's sex with his palm. She spread her legs wider, and was pleasantly startled when Malcolm inserted three fingers into her accommodating cunt. Curling them upwards he lifted her upwards as he savagely mauled her pussy. "Are you kidding me?", he asked. "He's a teenaged boy. He'd have fucked the boatload of you even without 'the drug'. Don't you remember how Jerry was when you deflowered him?" His fingers became even more insistent and his wife came massively, clutching at his arms to remain standing. By then, Malcolm's cock had regained its hardness. Releasing his grip on his wife's body, he turned her away from him. Even before she had recovered from her orgasm, she felt his cock enter her cunt from behind. More orgasms followed, as her husband urgently fucked her against the shower wall. Then he grunted again, and she could feel the seed spray against the walls of her womb. Caroline collapsed against the shower wall. Malcolm rinsed off, then kissed her gently. "We'll met you downstairs at the bar." ------- When Caroline finished dressing, she grabbed the sandals and went back to the other bedroom. Malcolm and Jason had both left, so she simply marched in without knocking, to find Maggie dressed. Babs was naked and sitting on the bed, strapping on her heels. Her large breasts swayed delightfully and Caroline began to moisten at the sight. Babs stood and put on the halter top, then wrapped the skirt around her hips and tied the sash. "Mary?" Maggie pointed at the bathroom. "The shower's off, but I don't know what's taking so long." "Probably still shaving. I doubt she's ever shaved her pussy before.", commented her mother. "Oh, I don't know. I mean she does wear some fairly small bikinis at home, so she has to do some trim work." "Not like this, I bet. I bet her boyfriend'll like it." "Mother!", said a shocked Maggie. "Well, probably. Do you think she's still a virgin? She's been awfully oblique with me about it." Turning to Caroline she said, "She's been dating since she turned sixteen in April, and seems to be going steady with a nice boy a year ahead of her. I've tried to worm it out of her without asking straight out and haven't gotten anywhere." Caroline commented, "Well, I wasn't by then." "Hell, I was a mother by then.", snorted Babs. "And you weren't a virgin at that age, either.", she said to Maggie. "I suspect that if she hasn't gone all the way with the boy, she's planning to, and I doubt they're holding hands in the backseat after a date." Mary was indeed shaving her pussy in the bathroom, although she had come to the decision the long way around. After showering and shaving her legs, she had pulled on her panties and dressed, then examined herself in the mirror. She had never gone out without panties before, and was very nervous at the thought. The wide side strap of the panties was showing, as her grandmother would say, 'Like a pig at a wedding!' No matter how much she adjusted the skirt, it could still be seen, so she had reluctantly stripped off the panties. Looking between her legs, Mary became concerned about the prospect of wearing a bikini. The swimsuit she had left behind on the exploding speedboat had been one of her most daring, and had barely contained her closely trimmed pubic hairs. If the one that Doctor Jensen bought was even more radical, then she was going to show for sure!. She lathered up her cunt and began to trim away at the side. Mary fully intended to leave a small triangle, but her nervous fingers slipped, and she trimmed a wide swath from the left labia, forcing her to trim that further, along with the right side to match. Finding herself with even less than her mother had started out with, she shook her head and muttered, "Oh shit. What the fuck!" A single fast stroke removed the vestiges of her maidenly fur, and she wiped the remaining traces of foam from her pussy lips, giving herself a definite tingle. She briefly debated frigging herself like she did during her shower, but stopped when she heard her mother tap on the door. "All right in there?" "Just fine, Mom. Out in a moment.", she called out. Standing, she wrapped the skirt around her hips and opened the door. She sat down and raised a leg to strap on a sandal. In doing so, the skirt fell apart sufficiently that Babs, sitting nearby, was able to see her granddaughter's bare slit. Catching Caroline's and Maggie's eyes silently, she gave a wink and a covert thumbs up. The other two grinned at each other "Where's Jason and Doctor Jensen?", asked Mary, as she began to work on the second foot. Finished, she stood and took a few practice steps on the three-inch heels. "I am going to break my neck!", she announced. "Walk around in them a bit. You'll get used to them fast, you simply need some practice.", said her mother. "I hope they don't hurt.", she said, doubtfully. She headed out the door and began to walk around the living room. Despite her misgivings, she got the hang of them readily. Caroline turned to Maggie and Babs and grinned. "Whenever my feet hurt, Malcolm has a sure fire cure. He has me lay on the bed, spread my legs, and put my feet in the air. Then he gets between my legs and gives me a deep massage. A very deep massage, eight inches worth. I always feel better afterwards." Caroline grinned and Babs commented, "Funny, but Harry had the exact same cure, ten inches worth. The really funny thing was that it seemed to work when his feet hurt, too." Mary returned to the laughing women and repeated her question. "Where's Jason and Doctor Jensen?" "He and Jason went down to the bar already. Malcolm said something about discussing existential philosophy. You don't have to call us Doctor and Mrs. Jensen, Mary. We're Malcolm and Caroline, and besides, he's not a real doctor." "Existential philosophy, huh?", snorted Babs. "Watching girls while hanging around a bar can be very existential.", said Maggie. "Oh, yes.", agreed Caroline. "You should see him being existential when he's flirting with waitresses." "You don't mind?", asked Mary, who had joined her mother and grandmother at the vanity. They were sorting through Caroline's and Phoebe's makeup kits. Caroline held up her ring finger, which held a sizable rock. "I don't mind if he window shops. He's already bought." "What did you mean, he's not a doctor?", asked Maggie, looking at Caroline's reflection in the mirror. "Well, he did go to medical school, but he went into research instead. He never became an intern or anything like that. He says it's more like a Ph.D. in medicine." She reached into the pile and pulled out a lip stick, touching up her own makeup. The women stood and adjusted their outfits. Caroline looked the group over as they twirled before the mirror. "Ladies, we are looking good! Let's go knock 'em out!" ------- Chapter 11 Much as Caroline and Maggie suspected, Jason and Malcolm were indeed in the bar watching girls and flirting with the waitresses. In his dark slacks and cream colored jacket, Malcolm made a for a distinguished presence. For his part, Jason no longer looked a young fifteen, but more like a college student on vacation from Harvard or Yale, visiting the Caribbean with his parents before jetting off to see his oh so wealthy girlfriend. They left a wake of wistful lady staffers as they went up to the bar and seated themselves on stools. "Gentlemen?", asked the bartender. "Gin and tonic.", ordered Malcolm. The bartender looked at Jason. In for a penny, in for a pound the boy thought. "The same." "Not likely.", laughed Malcolm. "I may run the most decadent ship on the seven seas, but I don't think so. You like tomato juice?" At Jason's chagrined nod, Malcolm said, "He'll have a Virgin Mary. Nice try, though." "I figured it was worth a shot. What's the worst that could happen? I have to drink a Virgin Mary. Just what is a Virgin Mary, anyway?" "It's a Bloody Mary without the booze." The bartender came back with the drinks and set them on napkins. "Go ahead, you'll like it." Jason picked up the thick red drink and took a sip. The glass had a crust of salt around the rim which he licked and liked. A small sip didn't kill him, so he took a much larger swig. That was when he noticed the Tabasco! Eyes bulging, he put the glass down and looked around for something to put the fire out. Malcolm laughed. "Don't worry, they grow on you. Don't drink so much next time." He sipped his own drink approvingly until Jason calmed. He held his glass out and said, "A toast!" It took Jason a moment to realize his role in the small drama. Picking his drink up, he held it towards Malcolm. "What do we toast to?" Malcolm clinked his glass against his counterpart's, and then wryly examined his drink. "To malaria. Without it, we wouldn't have something to mix with our gin." They both drank from their glasses, although Jason took only a small sip, wincing against the possibility of further toxic burns. This time the drink was much smoother, and he found himself enjoying the spicy taste. "I don't get it." "Here, sip this." Malcolm handed his gin and tonic to Jason, who took a small taste. He didn't much like it, and made a face. "Did you taste that bitter taste? That's the quinine in the tonic water. It cures malaria." "It's awful! Why would anyone drink that?" "Ah, youth, would that I was so innocent again. It's a long story, but it goes something like this. A few hundred years ago, when the British ruled the world, they really meant it. They had all these colonies and outposts all over the place, usually in the most terribly dreadful places you can imagine. Aside from being a long way from merry old England, the one thing these places had in common was lots of malaria. People were dropping like flies, and I'm not joking about that. More people died of malaria than almost everything else combined." "Well, after awhile, somebody, I forget who, learned that the ground up bark of the cinchona tree had an extract that could prevent and cure malaria. Then somebody else figured out how to make synthetic quinine, the active ingredient. But how do you get people to voluntarily take this really bitter drug? You make it fun. Mix it with some carbonated soda and your gin and drink it down. You've cured yourself and gotten drunk at the same time." "Your kidding me, right?", said a skeptical Jason. "No, he's not.", stated the bartender polishing the glassware and expecting another order. "That's the truth." He pushed a small bottle of tonic water to Jason. It was plainly labeled, 'With Quinine!' "I don't know how well it cures malaria, but that was the idea anyway." "I don't know, either, but I do know it's a pretty common drink throughout the English speaking world.", remarked Malcolm. He ordered another round, which was delivered as the pair finished off their first. "Now, it's your turn. What's the toast?" Just then, the entire room's attention was drawn to and riveted to a blonde who entered the bar. She was tall, and seemed taller yet in her five inch spike heels. Her leather skirt would have made a fine belt for a man, and her massively impressive breasts were forced up and out by the tiny lace bustier which put them on display for the entire bar. She swiveled and swayed across the room to leave through the terrace. "Holy shit!", breathed Jason, speaking first. He looked over and saw that Malcolm's head had been turned as well. Picking up his glass, he clinked it against the fresh one in Malcolm's hand. Malcolm came out of his trance and turned to face him. "Yeah, wow! So what's the toast?" "To long legs and big tits!" Malcolm guffawed and took a healthy swallow. "I will drink to that, Jason, I will drink to that!" The pair spent the rest of their time waiting for the ladies by nursing their drinks and watching pretty young girls come and go. They were on the verge of ordering a third round when they noticed everyone turning towards the door again, and spun to face the newcomers. It was Babs, Maggie, Mary, and Caroline, and they looked like a million dollars, each of them. In their halter tops, heels, and skirts slit to their hips, they looked like sex personified. Despite the fact that they all looked alike in their outfits, Malcolm's discerning eye picked out the differences. Mary, the youngest, had wrapped her halter the tightest, but this only served to prove that her young breasts needed a bra like a fish needed shoes. Her tiny nipples pushed at the thin fabric like eraser tips. Babs had worn her top the loosest, and her breasts swayed delightfully with every step. As he had hoped when examining them in the store, the sheer but opaque fabric molded itself to their bodies, and their nipples and aureolae were outlined for all to see. The skirts were another matter. Mary and Babs had tied theirs on the right, Caroline and Maggie on the left. Yet Mary and Maggie wore theirs tied at the sides, so the slit went straight down the side. Caroline and Babs wore their skirts slit over the front of the thigh, a decidedly chancier position, considering the way the light gauze swirled around them as they strode forward proudly. Even Mary had a bouncy stride, especially after a very handsome young man had held the door open for them to enter. She turned and gave him a light wave, then turned back and broke his heart by ignoring him. Maggie stared as she approached them. "Jason, is that you?" She was stunned by the appearance of her son. In his double breasted jacket, crisp white shirt, perfectly knotted charcoal gray tie, and crisp khakis, he didn't look at all the gangly boy she thought him. Babs and Caroline came up. "I must say, Jason, that really looks good on you. You're beautiful!", said Babs. "Grandma!", he complained. "She's right, Jason, you're gorgeous.", said Maggie. "My little baby is growing up." Jason blushed. It became a bit better when his sister looked at him. She reached out and rubbed the lapels of his jacket. "I really hate to say it, Jason, but that getup really suits you. You don't look at all like the little toad you really are!" Maggie cuffed her daughter lightly on the arm, and Jason said, "Well, as midgets go, you look pretty good yourself. A little more work and that part in The Hunchback of Notre Dame is yours." Maggie smacked him next. Although he would never admit it to his sister, the truth was that she looked spectacular, a walking wet dream. The same could be said of the others. He had known for a while now that his mother was prettier than most of his friend's mothers. Certainly his buddies seemed to think she was pretty foxy. But he had never considered his grandmother as a sex object, and the realization that she was came like a hammer between the eyeballs. She looked as good as any of the other three, and he was both amazed and ashamed that her bouncy tits and long tanned leg and thigh had given him a woody! It was obvious to everyone in the bar that none of the women could possibly be wearing underwear and the charms so barely hidden away only enticed the more. After ordering a round for everybody, Malcolm led the group to a table, then went to the entrance of the garden restaurant. A table for six would be available in fifteen minutes or so, and he nodded in acceptance. When he returned he lifted his glass and toasted, "Skoal!" Glasses clinked for a second, then Jason leaned over from his seat next to Malcolm, and whispered in the older man's ear. "I think my toast is more appropriate." Malcolm laughed loudly and clapped the youth on the shoulder. Babs noticed the interplay, and from her seat on the other side of Malcolm, asked, "What was that all about?" Seeing that Jason was now talking to his mother and Caroline, Malcolm leaned into Babs' ear. "He made a toast earlier that he liked better. 'To long legs and big tits!'", he whispered back. Babs glanced down at herself, and at the tops and skirts of the others, and her eyes widened. "Oh my, our little baby really is growing up!" One of the lengthier conversation topics during dinner concerned the Jensen's obvious wealth. Maggie started it off by asking, "So Malcolm, you never explained just what you and Caroline do. You simply said that you are members of the idle rich. Give!" Startled, Malcolm said, "Well, that really just about covers it. We are fortunate enough to be able to afford to do pretty much what we want, so we do." Maggie pressed. "So, did you inherit your wealth? Marry it?" She winked at Caroline as she asked this. "Or earn it yourself?" Malcolm nodded in understanding. "Ah, the source of my zillions. I take it you won't believe that I wander the Caribbean searching for beautiful women to rescue and sell into white slavery?" As Caroline groaned, Babs and Maggie laughed and shook their heads in the negative. "Well, actually, it's a good deal more mundane." He explained. "Well, you know I went to medical school, but I never went through internship and residency and got my license. Instead, I went into research for a pharmaceutical company, sort of like a Ph.D. in medicine. Now this was way back when genetic engineering was just taking off, and the company really was clueless about it, except that it was expensive and didn't seem to be going anyplace. So they split us off, and I became a senior researcher with a nice title, a smaller paycheck, and some very nice stock options. Well, guess what? It was expensive, but it also worked. We got bought out by another company, and I traded my options in for stock and options in that company. Eventually, that place got bought out, and I was really set! For personal reasons, I chucked the whole thing, cashed in my chips, and retired very early. Now I goof off for a living." Malcolm and Babs both had to explain to Mary, Jason, and their mother what stock options were before they understood how truly wealthy they could make a person. Then Babs asked, "So exactly how rich are you? Very or very, very?" Before Malcolm could answer, Caroline chimed in. Laughing, she said, "Very, very, very! Whenever we run out of coal for the furnace, Malcolm simply goes downstairs and shovels dollar bills in. It's disgusting!" They all laughed, and then Malcolm commented, "Somewhere between filthy rich and obscenely rich!" "So, do you live on board your boat all the time?", asked Mary. "Nah. Actually, we just bought it. Never done anything like this before, to be honest.", commented Malcolm. Caroline continued. "Actually, we normally spend the summer at our home in the Adirondacks, and the winter at our place on Key West, but the house up north was almost destroyed this Spring." "Why, what happened?", asked Maggie. "A late season ice storm.", commented Malcolm. "You probably heard about it on the news, it was all over the Northeast. Literally tons of ice all over everything. Trees down, our garage and pool house simply collapsed, even a big chunk of the main house was busted up. And when it thawed, my God but there was water everywhere! We're having it rebuilt right now. Even though it's a pretty strong log cabin, the damage was simply incredible!" "It's just a log cabin like the Bottoms Ups is just a rowboat.", said his wife dryly. "Still, it was pretty well trashed. I'll show you the pictures sometime. We were in Florida at the time, when the State Troopers called us. Malcolm and Tony, he's our handyman, flew back to survey the damage. That's where Tony and his wife Jeanine are now. They are supervising the reconstruction." Besides which, newlyweds really should have some time for themselves, she thought. She and Malcolm had provided an ample supply of 'the drug', enough to last them and any of the Jensens' friends who came around while the Jensens cruised the Caribbean. "Wow!", exclaimed Jason. Throwing an arm enthusiastically around Malcolm's shoulders, he said, "Now I know I want to be adopted. Daddy!" ------- Chapter 12 Surprisingly, the entire group woke relatively early the next day. It had been forty-plus hours awake for some of the group, and after dinner ended, they had all gone back to the suite to sleep. Sleep itself had been a long time coming for some of them. Mary, Babs, and Maggie had stripped to skin, then under the cover of the sheets, had each silently masturbated to orgasm. Each of them had similar thoughts, the partaking of the pleasures of the flesh with Robby, the Skipper, and Malcolm, and while none would dare admit it, with Jason as well. Jason, meanwhile, had crept into the bathroom. As he began to feverishly stroke his cock, he was thinking about the leggy blonde with the never-ending rack, but in short order began fantasizing about his sister and mother, and even about his grandmother! Only Caroline and Malcolm took things further. Caroline was extremely horny by the time they finished dinner. She had opened the side slit as much as was conceivably decent on her walk back to her bedroom, an action not missed by the others. Following her husband into their room, she had closed and locked the door behind her. Glancing at her, he smiled and tossed his jacket and tie onto a chair, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "And how do you think our guests are faring?", he asked. Caroline strode up to him and stood expectantly as Malcolm loosened the ties holding her halter and skirt together. Kneeling between his knees, she said, "Fine, just fine. Babs and Maggie are ready to join us right now, if we were to invite them. Mary is a little bit more resistant, but that's simply because I don't think she knows quite what fun sex can be. I think she's a virgin, dear." She unzipped her husband's pants and reached inside. A healthy and rigid cock was waiting inside. "Really!? How extraordinary! I must be the one to take her. Good God, but she'll be tight. And you and Phoebe will have to train her!" He began to unbutton his shirt as his wife began fellatio. "Umm, that's nice, dear. Why don't you keep doing that until I come in your mouth, please." In response, Caroline began sucking his cockhead while jacking his cockshaft. Her free hand snaked down between her legs to rub her clit. Then she inserted her index finger into her dripping snatch and stuck the wet digit into her husband's ass. Groaning lowly, he began to buck his hips upwards and Caroline expertly caught his spewing come. Once she had licked the dribbling jism off his balls, Caroline stood up and slipped into the bed. She removed her heels as Malcolm pulled his pants, socks, and shoes off. She pulled his briefs completely off, then moved aside as her beloved stretched out on the bed. "Now darling, you've been taken care of. It's my turn." So saying, she twisted around on the bed and straddled his face. As Malcolm began to greedily lap at the cunt on his lips, Caroline lowered her face to revive him with another blowjob. As soon as he was stiff, she crawled lower and impaled herself on the upright organ. Malcolm was very content to watch her asscheeks bounce atop him, and he wet his thumbs and inserted them in her completely tanned ass. Caroline immediately began coming, and her moans didn't stop until she had milked every drop of jism from her husband's penis. Sated, they stretched out and crawled under the sheets. The next morning, the bright tropical sun woke everyone well before they thought it would. By eight, room service had delivered a large bowl of fruit, croissants, juice, and coffee. By nine, they were all clothed and heading down to the boat. They arrived to find Captain Jimmy standing on the bridge, barefoot and shirtless, in worn khaki slacks. Mary, Maggie, and Babs all began to relive their fantasies from the night before as they saw the strongly muscled torso and arms, with thick gray hair covering him. For his part, the captain was forced into the painful choice of which one he wanted to fuck the most. While Caroline had put on shorts and a T-shirt, the others still wore their halters, split skirts, and heels, and looked outrageously provocative. Maggie and Babs were both wearing their clothes loose, and their tits and asses were swaying nicely. Even Mary was showing a bit more skin than before. "Morning, Captain. Everything all set?", asked Malcolm as he stepped on board. He came down off the bridge and answered, "Morning! We're as ready as we can be. Give me the word and we can be under way in ten minutes." "The word is given. I assume we'll plot the same course today as we tried the other night." The skipper stuck his head below decks and bellowed for his nephew to shag ass and untie the lines before answering. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about that. Come inside and let me show you the charts." He led the way into the main salon and unfolded a detailed chart of the southern Caribbean. Pointing to the map, he said, "Here we are, and here's Guadeloupe. Now if we motor straight through, we'll get there sometime in the early morning tomorrow. But if you're not pressed for time, and I didn't think you were, we can stop right about here just after lunch." He tapped the chart on a tiny fleaspeck of an island. "We stay there overnight, and hit port the next day with some time still to hit the town, if you want." "What's the island? It looks too small to even have a name." Malcolm squinted as he examined the chart. "Well, it doesn't. It's uninhabited. I've been by there before, and we can get the boat in pretty close. If the weather holds, we can have a picnic and maybe catch a few rock lobsters." Malcolm loved lobster, and the captain knew it. His eyes lit up, and he said, "Let me check with the ladies, but I'm fairly sure the answer will be 'Yes.' Get underway and I'll have a definite yes or no by the time we clear the harbor." Malcolm went back on deck to get an assent to the plan. Captain Jimmy went below to put on a shirt and some shoes, and Robby and Phoebe came on deck. Robby simply said hello and began the business of removing the electric and water lines. Jason's eyes nearly popped out of his head seeing the cook come up. This morning she was barefoot, wearing a bikini bottom and a cropped tank top. The panty was smaller than any he had ever seen before, and the tank top was cut very low, and was so short the bottom curve of her ample breasts was easily seen. He stared as she explained the sleeping arrangements. "Unless anybody complains, we figured on moving Babs and Maggie into the fifth stateroom. Mary, you can bunk with me. Jason, Reeves flipped a coin, and is moving in with Robby, so you get to share a cabin with the skipper. Okay?" She knew that by this evening, people would be sleeping where, and with whom, they pleased. The cabins would simply be a place to store clothing. "Anyone who snores, gets keelhauled and sleeps on the deck!", boomed the captain from below. Everybody laughed as Phoebe led them below deck to show them their rooms. The final stop was in Malcolm's and Caroline's cabin to retrieve their new clothing. Jason grabbed his and went back down the passageway with Phoebe, leaving the other four women to sort through the clothing. "I see what you meant when you said Malcolm's tastes were a bit on the abbreviated side, exclaimed Maggie. She was holding up one of the bikinis, which consisted of little more than three tiny triangles and a few bits of dental floss to hold them together. While it wasn't any smaller than the smallest bikini she had ever worn, it wasn't any larger either, and that swimsuit had only barely covered her clit and nipples. Babs examined the orange suit with a gleam in her eyes. She looked at Caroline and commented, "No time like the present.", and untied the sash at her side. Caroline nodded in agreement and pulled her tank top off, to be followed by Maggie stripping as well. Mary was faced with the decision of stripping like the others or running out, and stripped down as well. Caroline took a crocheted bikini from a drawer and put it on. Her suit was actually marginally larger than the others, but consisted mostly of an open latticework. Once dressed, the women were forced to move extremely carefully in order to keep from popping out all over. By the time the ladies were dressed and up on deck, the powerful engines had left the harbor miles behind them. Robby was in the bridge conning the yacht as Malcolm and Jim talked over the chart in the main salon. "Look, how are you feeling?", asked the skipper. Malcolm gave a surprised look. "Fine, why?" "Well, I'm pretty beat, and I suspect Robby is, too. We were up all night moving things around, and we didn't get much sleep. If it's all right with you, I want to lie down for a while." Malcolm nodded his consent and they went up to the bridge to tell Reeves and Robby. Down below, both Babs and Maggie began thinking, as they overheard the men talking. Up top, Reeves announced he was still in fine shape, and decided to hang around in case they hit an iceberg. Laughing, both Robby and his uncle descended the ladder to find their cabins. Maggie took the first steps. As Robby walked down the passageway, she sauntered towards him from the opposite direction. His pace faltered as he took in the big tits barely contained by the halter, and the lush pussy lips outlined by the thin material of the bottom. "Robby, could you help me? There's something stuck in my cabin.", she asked sweetly. "Um, sure, I suppose." He stepped inside, and Maggie followed, locking the door behind her. "What seems to be stuck?" Maggie walked up to him and put a hand on the stiffness in his shorts. Breathing heavily, she said, "Your zipper!", and undid the snap. ------- As Captain Jimmy entered his cabin, he was somewhat surprised to find he wasn't the only person there. Babs was sprawled out on his bunk, dressed only in a bikini that could be charitably described as nonexistent. "Hello.", he said, as he took off his shirt. "Hello, Captain. I overheard you say that you wanted to lie down for a while, and I was feeling a little tired as well. Why don't you simply stretch out here?" She patted the bunk besides her. The skipper's eyebrows raised as he contemplated the fascinating offer before him. "Well, that's fine by me, but I've got to warn you, I normally sleep in the nude." To emphasize the point, he ostentatiously removed his belt and tossed it aside, then undid the button at his waist. "Oh, that's all right, so do I." Babs sat up enough to untie her top, then unlaced the strings holding her bikini bottom together. She was naked before the captain was. "Now, why don't you lie down, and I'll see if I can't help you relax, Captain." ------- His mother's and grandmother's actions were both apparent to Jason, and the thought that they were going to be fucking momentarily affected him strongly. He had wanted to jerk off since waking, yet hadn't had a chance. Seeing the boat suddenly clear, he figured to take his chance. Creeping down the hallway, he slid into the small head. Lowering his shorts, he took a firm grip on his manhood and began to furiously pump it back and forth. Unbeknownst to him, both Caroline and Phoebe had seen him heading into the bathroom. They had both been impressed by the size of the erection that his shorts had failed to hide, and had decided they wanted it badly. "Stay here, I'll be right back.", said Caroline. Moving quietly, she stopped outside the head. She knew the door's latch didn't work correctly, and yanked it open. Inside, a startled and ashamed Jason tried to turn and hide his prodigious cock. Caroline saw enough to be most delighted! Straightening her face, she exclaimed, "Jason Flanagan, what are you doing?" As the flustered boy tried to form a coherent reply while pulling up his pants, she demanded, "Come out here right now!" Grabbing an arm, she bodily pulled him from the bath, and as he yanked his shorts into place, pulled him down the hallway to her room. Inside it became worse. Phoebe stood inside, and Caroline said, "Phoebe, do you know what this naughty little boy was doing? He was in the head and he was masturbating!" Jason blushed a deep crimson and felt like dying. He was astonished when Phoebe sidled up to him. "That's terrible, Caroline! Why then he wouldn't have enough come for us!" With that, she grasped the sides of his shorts firmly and pulled them to his knees. His shrunken and soft cock arose like a phoenix as he watched the two women salivate over it. His shorts slipped to his feet and he stepped out of them, all the while watching as both the women pulled off their own clothing. Phoebe helped him remove his shirt, then pulled him onto the bed. They positioned him on his back, his erect cock pointing at the deck above. Naked, Caroline and Phoebe knelt on either side of him, and Jason couldn't decide which of the two beautiful women to look at. He settled for allowing them to take each of his hands and place them on a breast, his left on Phoebe's and his right on Caroline's. He nervously palmed them gently, and Caroline said, "Don't be shy, Jason. Two naked women have dragged you to bed. You're allowed to play with our tits." Jason became more aggressive, grabbing hold of them. "Not so tight, sugar, we're not going anywhere!" Jason mumbled an apology and began to gently massage the mammoth jugs on either side of him. Caroline gave a contented sigh, and reached down to his crotch. It was a most interesting organ, fully eight inches long and two wide. As she firmly grasped his shaft and cockhead, Phoebe joined her, to place a hand lower, cupping his balls and carefully rolling the engorged sack between her fingers. Jason immediately shuddered and collapsed into the bunk as hips began thrusting upwards. Letting out a low, "No, no...", jism began to fountain into the air and landed on his waist and chest. Caroline and Phoebe massaged his cock and balls until the spray ended. He groaned, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait." "Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for at all.", said Phoebe. "We wanted to make you come. Did you like it?" She knew the answer already. Looking at her like she was an oasis in the desert, Jason exclaimed, "Yes, oh, yes. Uh, can we, you know, fool around some more?" "Jason, we don't want to fool around. We want you to fuck us.", Caroline told us. Phoebe began to stroke his flaccid penis while Caroline leaned down to lick Jason's come up. He rapidly stiffened, as Phoebe commented, "Jason, you have got one hell of a cock for a fifteen year old! You're as big as Robby." Jason wasn't quite sure what to say, since bragging seemed a bit uncalled for. He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess. I never really thought about it." "Well, if you can learn just what to do with this bad boy, you are going to make the girls very happy indeed." "Should I be taking notes?", he said with a smile. Caroline looked up at him and grinned, licking the come off her lips. "Don't worry! We'll teach you all you need to know. You'll love the final exam!" Looking down, she saw that her new charge was as stiff as when they had started. "Scoot over, Jason. I want to be your first." She positioned herself in the center of the bunk and spread her legs wide. Jason simply knelt at her side, staring at her bald gash. He had been dreaming of fucking for so long, and now that he had the chance he didn't know what to do! Phoebe knocked him out of his reverie by pushing his ass. "Come on, kneel between her legs... that's right... now, stretch out like you're going to do some pushups... closer, closer..." Caroline smiled up at the youth as he maneuvered into position, lacing her hands behind his neck and whispering words of encouragement to him. Once his cockhead was brushing against her pussy lips, Phoebe reached between them and inserted the tip into her mistress' wet slit. "Now, push it in slowly.", she commanded. Jason began to insert his prick into Caroline at a glacial pace, fearful yet marveling in the sensations engulfing him. "Fuck that!", complained Caroline. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back, locking her ankles. Contracting them, she pulled the boy inwards. "Fuck me hard and fast, Jason, we can do slow some other time." Grinning madly, Jason supported himself on his outstretched arms as his torso began bucking into hers. In moments he got the rhythm perfect. "I think I could learn to like this.", he commented, as he began to hammer into the older woman. Caroline began to shudder with her own orgasm. "Oh, yes, Jason, oh, yes, fuck me hard, Jason, fuck me hard!", she gasped out. Beside her, Phoebe knelt and insinuated her hands between the rutting pair, to pinch Caroline's rock hard nipples. Caroline peaked quickly, but before she could relax and enjoy the motion of the cock pumping into her, she began to come again. Grabbing her lover by the hips she urged him faster, and was pleased when Jason let out another moan and collapsed onto her chest. She could feel his cock spasming inside her as he filled her pussy with a load of come. The sweaty pair lay entangled for a couple of minutes as both Phoebe and Caroline kissed Jason. Then, knowing her counterpart wanted her share of fun, Caroline gently untangled her legs and shifted Jason off of her. "It's Phoebe's turn now.", she told him. He looked over at the cook's hooters, completely ignoring the come running out of Caroline's cunt and flowing between her thighs. "Anything come to mind?", asked the anxious Phoebe. Suddenly, a vision of Phoebe and the skipper came to the young man. He knew precisely what he wanted to do next. "Well, uh, yesterday, you and the Captain, were, uh...", he stammered out. Phoebe's eyes widened like saucers. "Oh, my God! You want to fuck me in the ass?!?!" Jason was crestfallen. Ashamed, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Caroline wrapped her arms around the boy. "There's nothing wrong, sweetie. We're just a little surprised, is all. We both like a nice stiff prick up the poop chute, don't we Phoebe?" "You bet. It's just a little sudden, I mean for your second fuck, is all. What'd you see us yesterday?", Phoebe asked. To reassure him, Phoebe moved into position, kneeling with her legs spread wide and her head to the bunk. "Hold it just one second, young man. Before you do this, you have to pay the toll." Jason looked confused. "Come on, Phoebe, on your back and spread your legs. Jason, if you want a woman's ass, you have to get her warmed up first. Eat cunt, Jason, eat cunt." Caroline and Phoebe firmly moved Jason into position, and the boy soon found himself staring up close and personal with a bald, wet snatch. Phoebe reached between her outstretched legs. "Stick that tongue out and start licking clit.", she ordered. Jason was a good boy who always obeyed his elders. Sticking his tongue out, he carefully lowered his face to Phoebe's crotch and touched the tip to her open pinkness. Nervous about what he was about to taste, he was quite surprised by the flavor. She had a fresh and feminine scent and piquancy, slightly musky without being heavy, and completely unlike the dead fish flavor proclaimed by his buddies. He suspected his friends had been lying to him, or simply a bunch of ignorant virgins, like he had been only moments before. He dug into his task with gusto, licking the juices flowing out of her cunt and sucking on the little pink bud prominent at the top of it. Caroline leaned down with her face next to his to give advice and instruction. Only after Phoebe had gasped and moaned through two orgasms, and Jason's tongue became too tired to continue, did the two women relent. Tired, Phoebe moved back into position. Jason's cock seemed stiffer than before, if that was at all possible, with the knowledge that it was soon going places never before even imagined. Caroline reached into a drawer and pulled out a small tube of ointment. Explaining the need for good lubrication, she fisted some of the cream along his cock and then around and into Phoebe's gaping rectum, pulsing with desire. "Now whatever you do, Jason, and this is serious, go slowly. The asshole was never really designed for this, and even though it's a lot of fun, if you fuck up, you can really rip a women up. So go slow and let her get used to you. Trust me, she'll let you know how you're doing." So saying, she grasped his cock stiffly and guided the head into position. Equally firmly, Jason pushed forward until he could feel his cockhead slip past the ring of her sphincter, at which point Caroline stopped him. "Give it a moment." Phoebe took several deep breaths, her eyes tightly shut in an expression of both discomfort and joy, then she pushed back ever so slightly. Taking this as a positive sign, Jason moved inwards another inch before stopping again. The pressure was unbelievable. He was in agony simply from holding back and not stuffing her full at once, it felt so good. Together, the pair slowly bucked together until he could look down and see that all eight inches were buried. He waited until Caroline nodded and told him, "Now slowly, start pulling out, then go back in. After a couple of strokes, she's going to be begging you to pound her ass. It really feels good!" On the verge of commenting that it felt so good, he didn't care about Phoebe, Jason began to slowly plow the dark furrow. Things went faster than he could have dreamed. By his second full stroke, Phoebe was screaming for him to fuck her hard and fast, and Jason began to piston his way to heaven. Only a few strokes later, he sagged down atop her back as his cock began spewing a massive amount of jism into Phoebe's entrails. ------- Mary left the galley where she had been pouring herself some water and wandered onto the deck. 'Where in the world has everybody gone?', she asked herself. Nobody at all seemed to be in sight. As she wandered up the port side of the deck, she began to hear a low moaning coming from a cabin up forward. With a perplexed look on her face, she crept forward to hear it better. Kneeling by an open porthole, she stuck her face around the edge and spied on the occupants. She came backwards much faster than she had moved forwards. Through the window she had glimpsed a sight she had never conceived of before, her mother having sexual relations with a man! Not just any type of normal relations either, no, her mother was laying on top of somebody, twisted around 180 degrees, with a big, fat cock in her mouth! She attempted to get her breathing under control as she twisted back around and carefully stuck her head up to see things better. "Oh, that's the place, Robby! Lick my clit and make me come!!!", she heard Maggie cry out. Her mother's eyes were shut and she had lifted her head off the slickly wet cock she had been sucking on. She continued to stroke the shaft with both hands, and a thin and whitish fluid seemed to pulse weakly from the tip. It was the largest cock she had ever seen, and short of measuring it, it certainly seemed larger than any described in her biology textbook. Maggie then returned to the object of her affection, and opening her mouth widely, lowered her face onto it and devoured it. Moments later, both partners began to shiver and shake, and Robby's jism began to seep out of Maggie's distended lips, to run down into his pubic hair and onto his lover's hands. Mary continued to stare, pie-eyed, as her mother swallowed the come and continued to jack on Robby's shaft. Then, when she had sucked as much out, she lifted her come soaked face and turned back towards him. "Keep sucking, honey. I'll get you stiff again so we can fuck!", she said, still jacking on his semi-flaccid prick. Turning back, she put it in her mouth. As silently as she could, Mary crawled on her belly past the porthole and continued towards the bow of the yacht. She had to tell somebody, and her grandmother was the one to tell. She would know what to do about this! As she reached the bow of the cabin, she heard more commotion coming from the owner's cabin. Kneeling, she peered into the window. It was her brother, Jason, along with Caroline and Phoebe, and all three were naked and mingled together in a twisted array of limbs and bodies. Mary had never even heard of threesomes before, and she stared in disgusted envy as the two sluts sucked and fondled her brother's sizable dick, even as he probed their cunts with his fingers. Both women were ecstatic in their description of his "monstrous fuck tool", as Phoebe called. Mary was astonished when Caroline remarked how hot it made her, watching Jason fuck Phoebe in the ass. The ass!!! Mary may not have been sexually experienced, but she knew the guy's cock didn't go into the ass! Or did it? She was very confused. She crept past this window as well, now having twice as much to tell Babs. Continuing around the deck, Mary heard sounds of passion coming from a third window. Fearing the worst, she looked in, only to find her grandmother, naked as the day she was born, her back to the porthole, straddling the torso of a man. From the location of the cabin, she knew it had to be the skipper's, and she could hear him grunting as he thrust his cock up into Babs. For her part, Babs was thrusting back and moaning loudly, and Mary watched them orgasm, as a froth of white cream began to leak from her grandmother's cunt down onto the captain's hairy balls. There was no way she could tell her grandmother about the goings on aboard the Bottoms Up; She was in on them, too! Dazed and confused, the teenager stumbled forward and sank down onto the deck, near the bow of the boat. A slight curve in the decking met her back, and she spread her beach towel behind her and lay down. She began to reminisce about her own experiences with boys. Specifically, one boy, Bobby Mayhew. Mary had only started dating after she had turned sixteen, in late April, but all the boys in school had seemed to know her birthday, since the next day they had started asking her out. She went out several times, enjoying the experience immensely, until she accepted an invitation to the movies with Bobby. She never could explain why she had gone out with him; he was so different from the jocks she normally hung out with. A redheaded cheerleader with big tits had her pick of the school athletes, but there was simply something about his winsome smile that made her say yes. Not that there was anything wrong with his looks, she recollected. He was a tall and slim junior, but definitely not skinny, and he seemed to have a wiry build. She had heard that he had some sort of advanced belt in karate, and he could pick her up without even breathing hard. There was simply something about him she found incredibly appealing, and she surprised herself by returning the kiss he gave her upon taking her home that evening. By their next date, she found herself kissing him several times, loving the feel of his lips on hers, as he wrapped her in his tender yet strong embrace. Their third date went much further. After leaving the school dance, he drove to a deserted road outside the suburb they lived in, and talked her into climbing into the back seat with him. Mary knew her boyfriend wanted more than more kisses, but she trusted him and eagerly climbed in the back with him. They lay in each other's arms for quite a while, and Mary reveled in the sensations of his lips, not simply on hers, but now caressing her neck and breasts, for he had carefully unbuttoned her blouse and peeled her bra away from her breasts, to the accompaniment of her heated moans. When he reached between them and unzipped his pants, she acquiesced joyfully when, taking her hand, he had placed it on his hot and stiff cock. She had massaged it inexpertly until the moment she found his hand slipping under her skirt, to rub her pussy through her panties and pantyhose. She came massively, shaking and crying out, as she grasped his cock and began to jack on it madly. Seconds later, she felt a warm and wet sensation, and looked down to see a sticky white cream pulsing from his organ onto her naked belly. The realization of what had just happened swept over her, and she sat up, putting a firm stop to whatever might happen next. Bobby put up only a pro forma argument before taking her home. He wasn't unhappy with the way things had worked out, he had gotten off, so had she, and unless he was very much mistaken, things would go further the next time. Dropping her off, he asked to take her out the next weekend and she kissed him and agreed. Their next date went even better he had thought. Once they parked, Mary eagerly climbed into the back seat, and as soon as he was there, wrapped herself around him passionately. That night he not only got to her tits, she helped him remove her sweater and bra completely, so she was straddling his legs topless, while he pawed and sucked at her tits. The problem had come when he had made a move on her jeans. She firmly told him 'No!', and then blushingly explained that it was the wrong time for that. It took him several moments to understand, at which he let out a loud groan of disappointment. "Jesus, but I'm worked up!", he exclaimed. "Couldn't you, you know, take care of things!" Mary gave him a startled look, then grinned, and pulled his pants down. A strong young cock looked back at her one-eyed, and she took it in her hands to begin stroking it, as her date pinched her nipples. She was pleasantly surprised when he began to spurt onto her belly and tits again, but was quite shocked by what came next. Rather than dress and go home, Bobby began to work her tits over again, until she came a second time, then he asked for something more interesting. He pulled her forward and down, sticking his hardening dick in her face. Mary had heard about this from her friends at school, it was a blowjob, and they were simply awful! The strength of Bobby's arms was irresistible, however, and short of crying rape and ruining everything, she could only give in. Opening her mouth, she was able to take in his cockhead and a few inches more before she began to gag. His climax minutes later surprised her, and she found herself with a mouthful of hot and slimy come, which she attempted to spit out, until she noticed that the flavor was both sweet and salty, and not at all unpleasant. She swallowed as much as she could, then licked the dribbles off her hands and his cock. Thoroughly sated the two went home, and both knew that their next date would be even more eventful. It had been, although not the way either had wished. Both expected to go 'all the way', and since Mary was on the Pill, this would not be a problem. After a brief session of heavy necking and petting, she gave her boyfriend a most commendable blowjob, and then allowed him to remove her pantyhose and panties. As she lay next to him, her legs spread and her clothes half off in the cramped confines of the car, she eagerly accepted his fingers roaming her pussy and rubbing her clit. Things changed drastically when he inserted a finger into her pussy, as she felt some pain, and when he inserted a second and pushed them deeper, she felt a terrible pain and tear, and screamed in pain. Looking between her legs, she had seen a ghastly mix of blood and her own fuck juice, and became damn near hysterical. Bobby was devastated by what happened. Neither had expected that the loss of her maidenhead would be so traumatic, and while her lover wasn't a virgin, she was his first maiden. He cleaned her up as best he could with his handkerchief and undershirt, and the bleeding had stopped after a brief period, but the whole experience put them both off, and he drove her home with their love unconsummated. The next day she called him to say she was feeling much better, and that when she got back from her vacation, they would go out again. Left unsaid but implied was that they would continue where they left off. That had been only days before her family had flown to the Caribbean for their vacation, and now that she was ready to become a women, he wasn't around to tend to her growing needs. She had never felt so constantly horny as she had since she had gotten on the Bottoms Up, and she wanted Bobby to fuck her intensely. Ten feet higher and forty foot rearward, the last two people on the yacht were up on the flying bridge. Malcolm asked Reeves, "So are those patches working?" The sea they were motoring through was like greenish blue glass, absolutely calm. The last voyage had seen Reeves feeding the fish non-stop; neither Dramamine nor Bonine worked a bit for the man. "Just fine, although they tend to make me a bit sleepy.", he replied. "They'll do that. You know, they're nothing more than a Band-Aid soaked in scopolamine. You can literally cut them in half and only get half the dosage. You might want to give that a thought." Reeves thanked him and looked around. He noticed Mary first, as she sashayed to the bow dressed only in her miniscule swimsuit. He watched her briefly, then said, "Boss, check out the bow." Comically, Malcolm swung the binoculars he was peering through to the front of the ship and began scanning the horizon. "What is it Reeves? What'd you see?", he asked in a concerned voice. Reeves gave a low laugh and pulled the binoculars from his hands. "It's a hell of a lot closer than the horizon, Doc. Check out our bow." He pointed down to the tanning teen. They both watched silently, grins creasing their tanned faces. Mary had squirted suntan lotion into her hands and was busy rubbing it all over her lush young body. They both enjoyed the way that her D cup tits needed a lot of lotion. As her hands moved lower, to oil her thighs and belly, Malcolm commented, "My, my, but there's a young lady that needs to be hailed and boarded." "Har, har, har, matey. Methinks I should go down there and do my piratical best." Reeves turned to climb down the ladder, to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face Malcolm, a curious look on his face. "If you don't mind, old friend, please don't. I promised myself this one.", Malcolm said. Reeves stopped and turned to face him. "Besides, she only met you for a few minutes the other night and this morning. Realistically, I'm much more likely to be able to break through her final shell and release her passions and needs. Trust me, you'll be able to have all you can handle of her soon enough!" Reeves shrugged and turned back towards the bow. "Maybe so, but if I don't get some of that soon...", he said, pointing down at the girl. Below them, Mary had pulled her top triangles to the sides and had begun rubbing lotion onto her nipples, while one hand had slipped into her bikini bottom to begin frigging herself with a greasy hand. "... I will simply go bust!" Malcolm laughed at his friend and employee. "What, didn't Phoebe take care of your requirements last night? I'm surprised." Reeves gave him a sly grin. "The real surprise is that Phoebe got any sleep at all. She did have all three of us to take care of." At Malcolm's curious look, he elaborated. "Let's just say that Phoebe didn't help with moving any of the stuff out of the fifth cabin and that the room was too small for more than two of us to work at any given time. The third man always seemed to have to go and check on how Phoebe was doing." "And just how was Phoebe doing? Jason and I walked in on her and the Captain taking a rest break, and it didn't seem very restful at all!" "Let me guess, she was taking it up the ass?" Malcolm nodded in assent. Reeves nodded in agreement. "She was in a bit of a rare mood, she really preferred it that way last night. Later on she did a triple before we collapsed and fell asleep." Malcolm smiled and the pair turned back to watch Mary masturbating on the bow. ------- Chapter 13 It was shortly after one when a small island was spotted off the port bow, and Captain Jimmy adjusted the yacht's course to approach it. He and the other frolicking fornicators had come back on deck at noon, for a hearty lunch, and had taken the wheel on the main bridge. Most of the others surrounded him as he described the island as they came closer. "It's not really all that much of an island, maybe a mile long and half that wide, at best. It' never had anybody living there permanently that I've ever heard of, although the Navy had an outpost on it for a bit during the Second World War." "Whatever for?", asked Jason. "We're out in the middle of nowhere." "That's the reason. Back when the war started, the Germans were sinking ships left and right with their U-boats. We couldn't do a whole lot about it at the time, so they would stick a half dozen guys on these little islands, with water, rations, and a radio, to keep an eye out for subs. Well, it was pretty crappy duty, and as soon as they had ramped up production of PBYs and Catalinas, they pulled them off and started patrolling by airplane." "What could be so bad about duty like that? A sunny tropical island, nobody shooting at you... Harry would have killed for this. He served out the war on a destroyer, and said you were either bored out of your mind or scared to death.", commented Babs. "That's the military for you.", agreed the Skipper. "Still, these guys weren't doing it the way we are, with beer, lobster, and, excuse me for saying it, a boatload of beautiful women." Babs blushed but grinned anyway. "Imagine a month of eight on and eight off, humping around a Springfield rifle and staring at the sea with binoculars, and nothing but K-rations and chlorinated water and the ugly faces of your buddies. I'd have gone nuts, and I've done that sort of shit before!" He continued steering the boat around the small island, which was halfway between the stereotypical desert island with a single palm tree and the stereotypical lush tropical paradise. It only rose a couple of hundred feet above the water line and was covered mostly in a thin grass and even thinner scrub. There were several small and separated beaches, and at the center of the island, what appeared to be a tower. "Right now I'm looking for the dock that was put up for launches. It's pretty much shot and we won't be able to use it, but it'll be deep enough there to pull in and anchor. We'll go in by launch.", he said referring to the large, outboard powered rigid hulled inflatable stored next to a small davit at the stern. A few minutes later, Robby sang out and pointed, and the captain swung the wheel, turning the yacht in to shore. The dock was, indeed, quite unusable and now consisted of only a few waterlogged pilings, but the water was comfortably deep enough to allow them to anchor. Looking at the pilings, Captain Jimmy said, "Looks like they've had one too many hurricane for that dock." By two, the yacht had been anchored fore and aft. The launch was put into the water and Robby began ferrying people ashore. It took him two trips to get everybody to the small beach, and once they were all there, the skipper gave the plan for the day. "Well, welcome to paradise, folks. Robby, Phoebe, and I will set up camp, so to speak, right where we are. Dinner will be when the sun starts to set, or sometime before, or sometime after. If you want, there's some sort of watch tower at the high point of this place, such that it is, but it's probably in the same shape as the dock. If you get lost, just head toward the blue stuff - that'll be the ocean - and walk around the island until you sea a big, white boat. And remember, bring your trash back. See you later." Everybody immediately began to talk, arguing about which way to go and what to do. Reeves listened briefly, then said, "So, what's the big deal? This island is so small we can walk around it in an hour! Let's split up and meet at the other end." Malcolm and Babs nodded in agreement and it was settled. Everybody was dressed in swimsuits and sneakers or borrowed flip-flops, so they all grabbed beach towels, bottles of water, and tanning lotion, and took off. "Let's go this way.", Malcolm said to Mary. She nodded and they began walking to the left, the western side of the island. Caroline, Maggie, and Reeves headed eastward, while Babs and her grandson were adventurous, deciding to go overland and see the watchtower. The going was easy, but the beach was surprisingly narrow, with a washed away overhang to the side, and they bumped hips constantly as they walked along. Mary didn't mind at all, and walked by Malcolm's side rather than hang back and follow. They had gone maybe a third of a mile when the beach widened out again. Looking around, Malcolm saw that they had passed around a bend in the shoreline and were out of sight of the base camp. Stopping, he shook out his towel and began to spread it out. Mary stopped and watched curiously. "We aren't at the other end yet.", she said. "Really?", he asked innocently. "Are you sure? It seems awfully close to a mile to me. Once the others get here, we'll just have to measure the distance, won't we. In the meantime, let's go take a swim." Malcolm kicked off his sneakers and dug his toes into the warm sand. Mary grinned and kicked off her flip-flops. "You're an evil man, Doctor Jensen, an evil man! You're leading me astray." "Nonsense, young lady. I'm a medical professional, and my diagnosis is they're all chubby. They need a good walk to burn off the calories." He held his hand out to Mary, and she untied her wrap skirt, then took his hand. They ran down to the water and dove in. They swam briefly, then Mary squealed as Malcolm pushed her from behind and she went under the surf. Coming up for air, she sputtered and was forced to adjust her tiny bikini top since both her large tits had popped free. Whirling on her attacker, she viciously splashed water in his face until he closed on her and ducked her under again. The give and take went on for several minutes, during which Malcolm was able to see almost all of the busty young beauty's charms, and Mary was nudged repeatedly by the sturdy erection hidden by his swim trunks. Finally, after she managed to climb up on his back and hold him under for almost a minute, Malcolm found his footing and stood straight. Mary found herself getting a piggy back ride back to their towels, and finished adjusting her top as best she could. Malcolm promptly grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and began to rub it into his arms, chest, and legs. Handing it to her, he said, "Here, do my back, then I'll do you." Mary poured some in her hands and began to massage it into his strong shoulders. Her hands lingered as they oiled his lower back and sides, as she began to wonder what it would be like to oil up that cock which had been nudging her earlier. A surreptitious look confirmed that it hadn't softened. Malcolm broke her reverie by twisting around. "Your turn, lie down.", he ordered. Mary promptly lay down and stretched out on the overly large beach towel. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the afternoon sun. She shivered as Malcolm's strong hands began to rub the oil into her shoulders and arms, and she luxuriated in the feel as he drew his palms down her flanks. This was more than simply rubbing lotion on her skin to protect her from the sun, it was more like a sensual deep massage. At his comment that she should take off her top, she could only murmur incoherently in agreement, and let him slip the ties at her neck and back and pull it from beneath her. She never even noticed when he undid the ties holding her bottom together and peeled it off and set it aside. Naked, she lay baking under the warm sun as her host lovingly basted her pliant body. Her own juices had begun to dribble from her pussy and down to her supple tummy. Stopping briefly as the girl half-dozed, Malcolm leaned back and smiled at his handiwork. Only a little bit more, he thought. Quietly he slipped his trunks off and let his erection jut forth proudly, then moved back towards her. "Other side.", he commented and gently tugged her face up. Mary's eyes remained closed as she complied. Part of her mind knew that she was totally nude and that Malcolm had begun to rub oil onto her proudly upthrust breasts, but mostly she rejoiced in the small orgasms she was experiencing a he fondled her acquiescent form. She simply moaned quietly and enjoyed. Malcolm was stunned by her beauty as he began to massage her massive tits. A glance at her groin confirmed her desire; her bald pudenda was puffy and flushed, and very, very wet. Moving a hand down past her deep navel, he began to massage her pussy, inserting a tiring finger into the pink cleft and rubbing firmly but gently the bud he could see slightly at its apex. Mary's eyes opened with a start as her orgasm went into overdrive. This was far, far better than anything that Bobby had done with her, and she gasped out a series of high pitched moans as she fought for some semblance of control over her body. She failed utterly, and collapsed back as the waves of pleasure shot from her cunt to her tits and reversed, her body shuddering as she stared at Malcolm's cock pulsing near her face. His was the first uncircumcised dick she had ever seen, and she was too inexperienced to note that the fact that his glans was sticking well past his foreskin showed his excitement as well. She rode the crest of the wave as long as possible, until panting and sweating, Malcolm let her down from the peak. Looking up at him, she could sense his desire and need, and knew her own as well. As Malcolm sat back on his heels, she twisted up and around, and put her head in his crotch. Opening her mouth widely, she took his organ inside and closed her lips around his cockshaft. The hot and horny teen's mouth was like the sweetest balm to the older man. He cradled her head in his lap as she began to suction him, her tongue swirling around the exquisitely sensitive cockhead. His first coherent thought was that she may have been a virgin, but this was definitely not the first blowjob she had ever given, and the odds were heavily in his favor that she would swallow his upcoming come. He continued to fondle Mary's lush cunt as she began to jack his shaft and fondle his nuts, and was proved correct. Grunting and gasping out, "Oh, God, here it comes!", he looked down to see her thrust her face as far forward as possible, to take the torrent spewing from his cock, her Adam's apple bobbing as she gulped down his jism effortlessly. When the last drop had been milked from his softening cock and draining balls, she pulled away and licked her lips. Sagging back, they smiled at each other in satisfaction. "More.", she pled. In response, Malcolm said, "Until the damn thing falls off.", then crawled between her outstretched and oily legs. Laying down, he lifted her thighs up and placed them over his shoulders, then lowered his lips to her hot and moist cunt. Reaching around her thighs, he spread her pussy lips with his finger tips and began to lick her twat. Bobby had never done this before! Screaming in a renewed climax, Mary's tiny feet pounded at Malcolm's back as he licked and sucked her clitoris. Her only respite was when he shifted his focus from her clit to licking cunt juice from the flowing pink tunnel beneath it. She was able to struggle upwards to rest on her elbows and stare between her legs as his face burrowed into her crotch, then threw her head back and collapsed backwards as he renewed his assault on the throbbing bud. She barely noticed as he brought his hands up to pinch and pull on her protruding nipples. Finally, unable to bear any further pleasure, Mary was forced to crudely grab Malcolm by the ears and pull him away. Looking into his grinning face, drenched with her pussy juice, she simply begged, "Fuck me? Please?" Grinning down at his supine and eager charge, Malcolm climbed to his knees, letting her knees slide from his shoulders. Idly brushing some loose sand from his reinvigorated manhood, he lifted her legs again and pushed her knees back so that they were almost touching her tits. Then he crawled forward, spreading her legs wide, and rubbed the underside of his cock along her slit, his cockhead ringing the bell of her clit. As she gasped in anticipation, he leaned forward and buried himself in a single swift thrust, tucking his arms under her knees. Mary cried out again as yet another orgasm swept over her. Sweet Jesus, why had she ever stopped Bobby from doing this weeks ago! Babbling an incoherent, "Yes... yes... fuck me... fuck me...", she thrashed beneath her first lover, her cunt grasping at the cock pistoning away inside it. ------- On the other side of the island, Caroline and Reeves had similar ideas concerning Mary's mother. Although the beach they chose was closer to the far end of the island, they, too, stopped and spread out their towels. Surprised, Maggie asked, "What's up? Why are we stopping?" Reeves answered, "Why, we don't need to go any farther than this for what we had planned." "What did you have planned?" She was even more surprised by the response. Reeves and Caroline moved up to her sandwiching her between them. Then, as Reeves lightly gripped her upper arms, Caroline announced, "We planned on fucking you!" She followed up by taking Maggie's face in her hands and leaning in to kiss her thoroughly, her lips devouring her victim's as her tongue forced its way into Maggie's mouth. Maggie was utterly startled, to the point where resistance wasn't even considered. By the time she had considered it, she discovered that her own mouth was open and that she was eagerly returning Caroline's kiss, and that her pussy was flooding with slick moistness. It had been years since her last girl-girl tryst, but all the moves came back naturally. Stepping back slightly, Caroline sank to her knees and kissed Maggie softly between her legs. Then, as Reeves removed her bikini top and reached around to cup and fondle Maggie's breasts, Caroline untied the woman's skirt and bottom. Finally she reached around Maggie to place her hands on Reeves' swimsuit. Firmly grasping the waistband, she tugged it down below the hardon digging into Maggie's ass, and as he stepped out of the swim trunks, he slid his cock between her spread legs. Maggie was overwhelmed with desire, and neither of her assailants had any trouble lowering her to the overlapped beach towels beneath them. They stayed in position, and maneuvered her onto her side, with Caroline kissing her from the front while Reeves nuzzled her neck from behind, his cock thrusting between her thighs. Maggie returned the favor by helping Caroline strip, then began to feverishly comply with the unspoken instructions she was given. Placing a hand in Maggie's crotch, Caroline spread her fingers and Maggie spread her legs wide to allow her hostess access to her shaved snatch. As soon as she had lifted her upper leg, Caroline pressed Reeve's bulbous purple cockhead inside and he pushed himself easily into the tight yet slick tunnel. Maggie moaned with pleasure as she felt him mover deeper and deeper, while Caroline sucked her nipples and played with her clit. By the time Reeves exploded deep inside her, flooding Caroline's hand with their mixed come, Maggie was shuddering in her most intense orgasm in years. "God, I haven't done that in years!", she exclaimed. "Done what? Fucked? Or been with another woman?", asked Caroline. "Been with another woman. Not since I was a senior in college." "So tell us!", demanded Caroline. Reeves rolled onto his back, his cock slipping wetly from between Maggie's thighs as a flood of come followed. "Well, my boyfriend and I decided to go up to my room in my sorority house and go to bed. We knew my roommate was there, but we figured it was late, and we could keep things quiet. What we didn't know was that she had brought her own boyfriend over. We couldn't see him since it was dark and was sleeping on the other side of her. So we got undressed and climbed into the lower bunk and got it on. When we were done, we looked up and saw two faces over the side of the bed, laughing and cheering and clapping. It was so embarrassing!" "So what happened next?" "Well, we both started talking and bragging about how good in bed we were, and egging each other on to prove it, so our boyfriends told us to prove it. They actually got down on the floor and stretched out side by side, and had us climb out of bed to fuck them! First they had us suck them off, then climb on top and ride their cocks. It was just so totally intense!" "What, did you swap off?" "No, the guys weren't into that, but they sure got off on watching! But after that they were a little too pooped to party. My roommate said that guys always seemed to like girls getting it on, so we got into some sixty-nine until they were up and around again. God, we fucked all night long! As soon as they wimped out, we went down on each other and they popped right back up. It was so cool." "Well, let's get it on while Reeves recuperates.", said Caroline. She twisted around and laid back on the towel. Maggie sat up and knelt over Caroline's face, then leaned forward as Caroline began to lick up Reeves' jism. By the time they had licked each other to orgasm, Reeves had recovered and was kneeling behind Caroline's head. Caroline looked up to see the slim cock with the oversized knob and slid it into Maggie's pussy, forcing a new wave of juice to wash out onto her waiting tongue. Then she had a different idea. As Reeves pulled back for another stroke, she tugged his cockhead loose, then raised it higher. Spreading Maggie's ass cheeks wide, she aimed him at the crinkled brown ring and guided him in. Maggie promptly pushed back at her anal intruder, gasping as she shivered with a renewed orgasm. Afterwards, disdaining their swimsuits, the threesome ran down to the ocean to wash off and frolic some more. They both tormented Reeves some more, then after he lay down in the gentle surf like in the movie From Here To Eternity, Caroline mounted him while Maggie sat on his face. They played with each other's breasts and cunt until Reeves filled Caroline with a load of come, which Maggie politely cleaned out for her. ------- Jason followed his grandmother up what had once been a path and was now simply a clear space through the thin grass. Up ahead they could see a ramshackle small tower, rundown and barely standing, that soldiers had used two generations ago. However Jason wasn't paying attention to the sights, his eyes were on Babs' ass swinging side to side in front of him. It was hard to believe, but he didn't think she had on the bottom of her swimsuit. At least he couldn't see the side tie on her hip where the tiny skirt opened up. In actuality, after Babs had finished screwing the captain, she had completely forgotten to put her panties back on. Their uninhibited coupling had reminded her strongly of fucking her dead husband Harry, and she had never worn panties or pants around the house with him! Harry had been such a good fuck, she had never wanted anything to slow him in his pursuit of happiness. So she had simply tied the skirt around her hips and pulled her bikini top back on and completely forgotten that she was bare-assed naked to anybody who happened to be following her at a lower angle. Just like Jason was following her now. As they walked up the low hill, he could see glimpses of her bare ass cheeks swiveling beneath the miniscule wrap, and as she looked around, her bouncing breasts were only barely restrained by their halter. Jason's cock, so well trained by his morning session with Phoebe and Caroline, strained at his shorts. Babs was oblivious to her youngest grandchild, unaware that he was no longer viewing her as his beloved grandmother, but as a somewhat older but incredibly hot chick who needed a good hard fucking. Things got worse for Jason once they reached the summit and got up to the remains of the tower. Little was left standing but some rusted supports and a wobbly ladder going up one side. Announcing, "Ladies first!", Babs stepped gingerly onto the lower rungs and climbed carefully up, keeping her feet well to the sides, where support seemed surest. Below and behind her, Jason got vivid proof that his grandmother had indeed left the boat without all of her bathing suit on! Staring up from below, the young man saw everything, from her smooth white ass cheeks, to the tiny ring of her sphincter, to the valley between her thighs, and on to the smooth shaven slit on her front side. Babs' pussy gaped open to him, her pink hole and engorged clitoris beckoning wetly to him. Babs was wet for the simple reason that the tower had been well spotted. Although she couldn't see back over the rise to the beach they had landed on, the rest of the island was laid out like a diorama before her. To her right she could make out her daughter straddling Reeves' cock while Caroline took a mustache ride, to her left she could clearly see Malcolm taking her granddaughter from behind, at the water's edge. Neither female seemed to be complaining, except for wanting it harder and faster, and Babs felt herself become extremely stimulated at the sights. Her pussy began to moisten alarmingly as her nipples stiffened, and below and behind her Jason could see a trickle of juice seeping out. His stiff cock became even stiffer. Suddenly the rusted out ladder collapsed with a shrieking tear of abused metal and Babs found herself falling backwards. Fortunately, she didn't have far to fall, as the surprised woman found herself landing in the arms of her equally surprised grandson. Together they fell onto the grass as the tower collapsed in slow motion away from them. Babs found herself sitting on her grandson's lap and struggled upright. Jason set his hands behind him and did the same. His eyes didn't see the collapsing tower however. Instead they were transfixed by his grandmother's appearance. In the fall, her tiny wrap skirt had unwrapped, baring her from the breasts down. Almost as bad, her bikini top had slipped sideways, so that now both her monumental breasts were dangling before him. It was beyond him to do more than stare at her bare jugs and pussy. Babs was equally transfixed. In setting herself aright, she had placed a hand in Jason's lap, and the shorts he had been wearing low on his hips had slid down to mid-thigh. She placed her hand smack on her grandson's gloriously erect johnson. Staring down at his cock, Babs spoke first. "Jason, I had no idea you were so big!" She made no move to remove her hand. Jason gulped audibly and attempted to stammer out some sort of reply; he failed. His dick spoke for him, however, pulsing in Babs' hand, a tiny droplet of precum pooling on his glans. Babs instinctively began to stroke his cockshaft, and Jason exploded, spurting his come into the air and onto her tits. "Oh, God!", he said weakly. Babs was too far gone in her lust at the sight of her grandson's orgasm to care about the taboo against incest. She continued to milk his organ of his jism, and lifted her breasts to her lips to swallow the gleaming white droplets. His cock swiftly stiffened. Pushing Jason flat on the sandy grass, Babs silently straddled his waist and impaled herself on the youth. Reaching behind her, she untied and removed her skewed top and tossed it aside. As Jason moaned and began thrusting upwards with his hips, his grandmother began to ride his cock, bouncing on her knees and thrusting downwards, moaning in unison with him. He came a second time, and she could feel his come jetting against the walls of her spasming pussy as she joined him in orgasm. As they calmed down, Babs stretched her legs behind her and lay down on Jason. Her tight cunt grasped at his softening cock but failed to keep it inside her, and it slipped free. Jason was startled alive again as the flood of juice poured forth to coat and cool his well drained balls in the afternoon breeze. Bab propped herself up on his slim chest and smiled down. "That was interesting, wasn't it?", she asked. "Uh, yeah, very interesting.", he commented. "Um, we aren't supposed to do this, are we?" He had no idea what to say to a naked lady, especially when she was lying on top of him, especially when she was his grandmother. "It felt good, didn't it?", she teased. "It felt great!", he admitted. "Jason, do you understand why incest is bad? The real reason?" The boy looked up at her curiously, so she continued. "It's because in societies where birth control is unknown or imperfect, inbreeding causes severe birth defects, at an astonishingly high level. But I can't get pregnant, I hit menopause years ago." "Oh." Jason wasn't exactly sure what menopause was, but he did know that old women, like a grandmother, couldn't get knocked up, although it was damn difficult for him to admit that the woman he had just screwed fell in the category of 'old woman'. She had just given him a fuck that either Caroline or Phoebe would have been proud to provide, and his eyes shifted lower, to the nipples digging stiffly into his sparse chest hairs. "So you see, incest really doesn't apply, not in the strict biological sense. Do you understand that?" "Uh, I guess so. Does that mean what we just did is okay?", asked the confused youth. She smiled back down at him. Already she could feel his prick stirring between her legs. "Sort of. It means we can't tell anybody once we leave to go home. But in the meantime, it means that we can have some fun. Did you enjoy what just happened?" "Sweet Jesus, yes!!!", the boy exclaimed. "Can we do it again?" Babs shifted atop him and placed a hand on his sticky and wet cock. She began to stroke life back into it, and said, "If you'd like. I'd like to go another round. What would you like to do? Or maybe I should ask, what do you know about so far? Was I your first?", she asked gently. Jason blushed and shook his head, no. After some more prompting, he recounted his adventures with Caroline and Phoebe earlier in the day. By the time he was finished, his prick was erect and pointing at the sky above them. Babs crawled off him and knelt naked at his side. "Well, I'd like to do something a little different. It's called doggy style, and it's my most favorite way to fuck in the whole world. Your cock goes really deep inside me and we both will really enjoy it. Would you like to try that?" "Yeah, sure!" Jason sat up. "What do I do? And why's it called 'doggy style'?" Babs turned and got into position, kneeling and spreading her knees wide, while lowering her arms and tits to the beach towel. "I'll explain later. Now, crawl up behind me, just like you did when you fucked Phoebe in the asshole this morning. Then, put your cock into my cunt and push it forward." "Do you want me to put it in your ass, too, Grandma?", he asked. He assumed the position and slowly entered her dripping twat. Babs moaned with pleasure and pushed backwards firmly. "Oh, not right now.", she moaned. "Maybe some other time, but just fuck me, Jason.", she begged. Jason took a firm hold of her hips and began to slowly move his cock back and forth inside her surprisingly tight pussy. He could feel every fold and bump in the dark and wet channel, and she was right, he could get in really deep. "Do you like it in the ass, Grandma? Phoebe says she sure does." "Ohhhhh, yes darling, Grandma loves to assfuck!", she moaned, coming again. "I swear, I'll let you fuck my ass some other time, ohhh, just fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy,..." Her moans became incoherent as she continued coming, slumping down onto the beach towel. Jason followed her down, lying on top of her as he continued to pummel her from the rear. Phoebe had really liked it when he had reached around to play with her dangling tits, so he decided to try it on Babs as well. She let out a cry of pleasure as his hands snaked around and cupped her D cup tits, to knead and fondle her erect and aroused nipples. "That's it, Jason, that's it! Fuck me, fuck me!", she cried aloud. Jason went into overdrive as he felt his own orgasm approaching. "Play with your pussy, Grandma!", he pleaded. In response, Babs pulled her hands beneath her and lifted her hips slightly, her fingers sliding down to her drenched and inflamed clitoris. She began shaking anew, in a massive come, as her grandson began spewing more come into her now thoroughly satisfied cunt. He collapsed atop her as his hips instinctively writhed, pumping jism into her until nothing more was left. Exhausted, he slid off, and Babs languidly rolled over to kiss him and cuddle in his tired arms. ------- Back at the landing, Phoebe promptly took charge. Although Robby and the captain grinned and rolled their eyes at her commands, they good-naturedly took the outboard-powered raft back to the boat, whereupon they made several round trips with supplies for the lobster bake. By mid-afternoon, they had erected a dining fly and had thrown down several large beach blankets under it, while Phoebe had dug a fire pit and gathered driftwood. Finished, the pair went back to the yacht and brought back several large coolers filled with beer and soda. After bringing the coolers out of the sun under the fly, they smirked and headed for Phoebe. Smiling, she held up her hands in protest. "You two aren't done yet! Where's the lobsters? No dinner, no dessert!", she exclaimed. Groaning in protest, the captain and his crewman stripped off their shirts and began to don facemasks, snorkels, and fins. To lessen the sting of her naysaying, Phoebe pulled her undersized tank top off and shook her tits at the men. "Bring back some lobsters and I'll let you take a little break." She picked up a tube of lotion and squirted some in her hands, to begin rubbing her mountains of titflesh. The pair smiled and headed out to sea. Captain Jimmy preceded his nephew, his face down in the water, peering through the crystal blue water for rock lobsters. Looking back, he was heartily disgusted to see that the younger man had stopped in a spot he had just swam over. Ducking under the waves, Robby surfaced shortly carrying a lobster by its carapace. He waved it at his uncle and headed back in. Snorting in disgust at missing an easy lobster and at missing a blowjob, Captain Jimmy turned back to search for his own. Robby's capture had been so rapid that Phoebe was still oiling her body on the shore. He kicked off his swim fins and tossed the lobster in the large pot provided for them, then strode up to the expectant Phoebe. Grasping the waistband of his trunks, he pushed them down to his knees, then stood before her with his prodigious organ pointing at her. Phoebe knelt and took him in her mouth, as Robby put his hands in her hair and drew her closer. Phoebe opened her jaws wide, as he facefucked her urgently. To the side, he could see his uncle returning with a pair of lobsters, and he wanted to come fast. Phoebe cupped his balls and inhaled his cock, and Robby stiffened and began to spew down her throat. By the time Robby had come and Phoebe had pulled away, she found the Captain standing over her, stepping out of his shorts with his nine inches waving in her face. "Back to work, you.", he told Robby brusquely, then repeated his command much more pleasantly to the big-titted cook. As Robby pulled his shorts back on and headed back into the surf, the captain began receiving the same exemplary service his crewman had just experienced. Phoebe's task were simple, to keep the men collecting lobsters and to keep them happy at the same time. Topless, she went about her task with gusto, servicing them as they returned to land with lobsters. By the time the rest of the amorous adventurers had returned to the beach, the three of them were exhaustedly sleeping on the blankets. Both men were naked and snoring loudly, their pubic hairs matted with sweat and jism, while Phoebe dozed, her legs spread wide, their come running from her pussy and asshole. Phoebe awoke at the sound of the laughter coming from the returning fornicators. Rubbing the sleep and come from her eyes, she crept from between her lovers and joined the others, to plan the rest of the evening. She and Malcolm took the launch back to the yacht and returned fifteen minutes later, after she had taken a fast freshwater shower and Malcolm had found clothing for the various men. Then Caroline, Babs, Maggie, and Mary took the launch out to clean up and dress. Behind them they left the men and Phoebe to prepare dinner and dress. First stop was in the main salon, where Caroline went behind the wet bar and returned with two handfuls of cold beer. Maggie was on the verge of asking for a Coke for Mary, then stopped. "Aw, fuck it!", she exclaimed. "After what you've been up to today, you might as well have a beer. You've done every other depraved thing possible! But don't think this is going to become a habit." She handed her opened beer bottle to her daughter and took another from Caroline. Stripping off her bikini, she went below to the head and showered. Mary and Babs followed Caroline to the master cabin. "Until you guys get some new clothes, you're going to have to borrow mine. We're going to have an orgy tonight, so pick out some appropriate things." "What the hell is appropriate clothing for an orgy?", asked Babs. "I've never been to one before." "Never?" "Like I said, Harry was pretty conservative about that sort of thing. He liked to fuck me anywhere, anytime, but wasn't into sharing. It was look but don't touch." "Well, tonight is going to be more casual than some..." Mary interrupted her, staring and exclaiming, "You mean, you've been to formal orgies?!?" Caroline laughed. "Been to them? Why, my dear, I've hosted them! Our New Year's Eve party is an annual high point in some circles!" She waved off the awestruck expressions on both her guests' faces. "Oh, don't worry, this is simply going to be something simple." "So, what do we wear?," repeated Babs. "Well, it's very simple. Not much. You can forget about underwear, and high heels and stockings would be pretty silly on a beach. Say, a skirt and a top, or a dress, something you can loosen or ease open as the night progresses, then remove or fuck in as you feel like. The kind of clothing you might have worn for Harry on a Saturday afternoon." Babs grinned, remembering exactly how she had dressed and acted for their weekend two person 'orgies'. At that point, Maggie returned and Caroline walked down the hall to shower. Babs and Mary explained the dress code for the evening. Mary had participated in a few orgies, at least while in college, so she understood the plan. While waiting her turn to wash off Malcolm's come, Mary turned to her grandmother and said, "I simply can't believe that you and Grandad used to screw around!" Babs laughed at her granddaughter, then laughed louder at her daughter's remark. "Hell, you were just a little kid when Daddy died. I lived with them and I still can't believe it!" "Oh, God, how could you have missed it?", exclaimed Babs. "The man was a horny old goat! Didn't you ever notice that when he came home from the office, I always went upstairs with him to talk? We never talked! We fucked! Or how I was always going off on business trips with Harry on a weekend? Nobody does business on a weekend; we took no-undie vacations on those 'business trips'. And did you ever see me wearing pants or slacks? Your Dad liked to be able to get at the goods." Babs giggled at the memories. Maggie simply shook her head with a rueful smile. "I'm shocked and scandalized, mother. Somehow, I had always assumed the pair of you were the world's oldest virgins. I mean, I knew otherwise, but I had no idea! Daddy? He was just a big old teddy bear.", she said, repeating her earlier comment. "Ah, you should have seen him when he was younger, honey. Your Daddy was a real studmuffin, let me tell you." Both Maggie and her daughter guffawed at the description of Harry Meredith as a studmuffin, it was so at odds with their remembrance of the man, but Babs was not dissuaded. Caroline returned in time to hear, "Let me tell you, the man had a ten inch dick and knew what to do with it and did it several times a day. Stud City, girls, Stud City." Babs and Mary took their turns at the shower while Caroline pulled clothing out suitable for a beach orgy. When everybody was cleaned up, they tossed their towels aside and took the clothing they had selected back to the main salon, to dress and have another round of beers. Caroline handed the beer to Mary with the question, "So Mary, you've got to tell me. I'm dying to know. Had you ever done it before today?" Maggie and Babs looked on with considerable interest. Mary shrugged and sipped at her beer. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but it wasn't the first she had ever had. "Yeah, pretty much." Maggie eyed her and said, "Now what the hell does that mean? You either have or your haven't. Which is it?" "Well, Bobby and I haven't gone all the way yet, but we've gotten pretty close. I gave him a few blowjobs and a handjob, and he's fingerfucked me a few times, but we haven't actually screwed yet. God I can't wait to get home to fuck him.", she exclaimed. She couldn't believe how open she was being, unaware of the powerful impact of 'the drug' on her inhibitions and libido, and Maggie had an equally hard time believing what her daughter was saying. Babs snorted in amusement. "We were going to on our last date, but when my cherry popped, it scared me so much we stopped.", she said in a matter-of-fact tone. Caroline broke in and commented, "Um, let's think about that for a moment, kiddo. Do you really think it would be such a good idea to go running home to tell the guy you were going to give it up to that you've been fucking your brains out all over the Caribbean? You think that maybe he might not quite understand?" Mary was horrified at the thought. "Oh, shit, no! What do I do?" Babs answered for Caroline. "Simple, child. You do what women have done throughout history; you lie through your teeth. Don't tell him a damn thing!" "Will that work?", asked the naïve girl. Caroline said, "Why wouldn't it? It's not like you're going to give it up and have him pop your cherry, is it? He already took care of that. What the hell will he know? All you've got to do is plan how it should go. Just how do you want your first time with him to be?" "I don't understand." "Well, what have you been doing so far? Fooling around in the back seat of his father's car?" Mary blushed and nodded. "Well, is that really the way you wanted to do it, or have you been fantasizing about something a little more romantic, or even just a little more comfortable?", asked Caroline. "Oh! I don't know, I guess a little of both. So, what was your first time with Malcolm like?", she asked. Facing her mother and grandmother, she continued, "And what about you guys? What was the first time like with Daddy and Grandad?" The three women were surprised by the turn the questioning had taken, and Maggie answered first. "Well, it was pretty romantic for us, anyway. Your grandparents were out of town - and now we know what they were up to, don't we! - and your father and I were having dinner at a restaurant on that side of town. I invited him over to your grandparent's house for some wine. We made a fire in the fireplace, then snuggled down in front of it with a comforter and a few pillows, and sipped wine and kissed and necked and then made love. We actually went at it all night long, but in slow motion." "Hmmph!", protested Maggie's mother. "And you complain about your father and me!" "Well, Grandma, what was your first time like?", asked an unrepentant Maggie. Babs grinned. "Hot and sweaty, just plain hot and sweaty. We actually made it the first time in his car! On our second date, we went parking, and Harry had me so turned on, I simply reached over in the front seat, pulled his pants down, and sucked him off! Then I climbed into the back, stripped naked, and rubbed my clit until he could climb back and undress, too. We fucked until he couldn't get it up anymore!", she bragged. "Oooh, that is hot!", exclaimed Caroline. "My first time with Malcolm was a little more calculated. We were on our third date, and so far we had simply held hands and kissed when he drove me home. I wanted to take it to the next level, but I was so afraid of rushing and losing him. You see, I'm his second wife. Malcolm's first wife had died in an auto accident, and left behind him and a baby boy. I thought he might be gun-shy, sort of." "So?", asked the other three. "Well, we had gone to a restaurant in the local mall, and as we were walking through, we passed by this lingerie store, kind of a Frederick's or Victoria's Secret. Anyway, I noticed that the mannequin in the window really caught his eye. It was decked out all in black, high heels and stockings, and a Merry Widow with the tits propped up on display, like, and with a see-through robe over it all. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and went back and blew my credit card on the exact same outfit, then had to rush into another store to grab a plain, brown bag to put it in. When he took me home, I invited him in for drinks. Malcolm sat down on the couch and I made us drinks, then took mine into my bedroom, saying I needed to freshen up. I was so damn nervous that I drained the thing before I had even undressed to change into the outfit. When I came back out, I made us another round, then sat down on the couch next to him. I swear, his eyes liked to pop out of his head when he saw me! We made love right there on the couch." "Wow!", said Maggie. "Still, everything worked out for the best. I mean you two have been married how long?", asked Babs. "Oh, twenty some years now. When I explained how nervous I was, Malcolm laughed and said that he was nervous, too. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him, but didn't want to come on too strong or pressure me." She laughed, reminiscing. "God, I was so scared! He just sat there and stared at me, and I simply knew I had blown it, and I just busted out into tears. He took my face into his hands and started kissing me, then asked why I was crying. When I told him he laughed and said he was scared, too. Got me laughing pretty good. Then he sent me back to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, where the tears had smeared it, and told me to put on some bright red lipstick." "Why?", asked Mary. Babs and Maggie smiled, already knowing the answer. Caroline lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "Because he said that he liked to see lipstick stains on his dick in the morning." As Mary's eyes widened in shock, she continued, "It's true, honey. There isn't a guy born who doesn't love to look down between his legs and see a pair of bright, ruby red lips wrapped around his dick!" "Holy shit!", exclaimed the girl, as the others laughed. "Yeah, holy shit.", laughed Caroline. "Now in answer to your question, what we need to do is combine elements of all three approaches, to reach a successful consummation of your love for this young man." "What do you mean?" "Well, we plan things out, so as to achieve a romantic setting and atmosphere.", said Caroline. Babs finished for her, "Then, once you have him primed, you get all hot and sweaty!" Caroline nodded encouragingly. "Exactly. Now a few questions. Is he going to begin shopping around if you don't get home right away?" "Huh? Oh, no, not Bobby!" "Really? What a strange young man.", mused the hostess. "How can you be so sure?" "Well, it's because he's off at summer camp and there's no women around.", she explained. At Caroline's curious look, Mary continued. "See, Bobby's a Boy Scout, and summers he works as a camp counselor at a Boy Scout camp. He'll be there for almost two months, and he left the same day we did." "And he doesn't get any time off?" "No, not really. I mean, the guys come home after lunch on Saturday, and have to be back before lunch on Sunday. Bobby says they have just enough time to do their laundry and repack." Caroline mused on the answer. "Hmmm, so he probably won't be getting any on the side. What we have to do now is whet the appetite, so that we know where he's going to being eating when he gets back for good. Is there any way for you to send him mail?" "Uh, I guess so." Her mother intervened. "Yeah, mail call." The others turned to face her, curious as to how she would know. She shrugged and explained. "Jason was in the Scouts for a few years. He said that they have mail call every day at lunch, in a big dining hall. Somebody walks up and down the hall handing out any mail during the middle of lunch." Caroline's eyes lit up. "Perfect. Here's what you do. You write him a letter at camp, explaining what happened and how you're not sure when you'll be back, and in the letter, you include a picture. I've got a Polaroid somewhere on this bucket, and we'll take a few shots. Put on your bikini and write, 'Gee, honey, do you like my new bikini?' or maybe a miniskirt, tank top and high heels, and write, 'Bobby, do you think this skirt is too short?' And write how much you miss him, how much you miss the times you had together, how much you want to feel his strong arms around you and his hot lips pressed to yours. When he opens it at the lunch table and the photo falls out, he'll go nuts!" "Douse the thing in perfume before you send it, too.", added Babs. "Something cheap and floral. Save the good stuff for when you finally see him." Maggie finished. "Then, when you get back and he's back for good, ask him out on a picnic. Figure out some lonely spot, down by some babbling brook, with nothing but the two of you, a basket of food, and a big blanket. Hmmm, a short and tight halter top sundress, and those high heeled sandals you just got. And underneath? White, lacy panties, not a thong, but something white and virginal and oh, so sexy." "Oh, God but that sounds good!", exclaimed Mary. "I can almost see it now! But what if it rains?" The others laughed. Her mother said, "So improvise. Look, if it's raining, we'll just send your grandmother off for the weekend to get laid, and you can do what I did. Have the picnic in front of her fireplace." Mary shivered with anticipation. By now all, the quartet had dressed for the evening ahead on the beach. Caroline had taken a transparent lace shirt and tied it loosely under her breasts, leaving it unbuttoned, and wrapped her gauzy black skirt from the other night around her waist again. Looking at herself in a mirror, she said, "I hate to admit it, but Malcolm really does have nice tastes in clothing to fuck in. You gals look good, too." Babs was wearing a white tank top and a blue denim miniskirt and her granddaughter was wearing a white denim miniskirt and a sheer but opaque red sleeveless bodysuit with a very dramatic heart-shaped cutout between the breasts. Maggie had opted for a long linen dress that buttoned from hem to neckline, but only a few of the buttons at her crotch and stomach were buttoned. The dress was very lightweight and was obviously designed to be worn with something underneath, like a full slip or perhaps a camisole and half-slip. Neither was present. Since all three women were wearing clothes roughly a size too small, the clothing fit like gloves. Maggie actually glanced at herself in the mirror and had to do up a couple more buttons, to keep her tits from falling out the front of the dress. Mary didn't have that option, since there were no buttons to do on the heart-shaped cutout between her big tits, but things seemed stable enough, and even though most of her chest was on display, her nipples were still hidden, if barely. Babs' tank top was cut quite low, and almost all of her considerable cleavage was show, but like her granddaughter, her nipples were safely tucked away. She jiggled in front of the mirror and everything stayed in place. "I think we're ready. What about Phoebe?", she asked. Caroline shrugged the question off as she led the way back to the raft. "Phoebe? Don't worry about her! She'll be in something suitably shocking, I'm sure, even if it's the emperor's new clothes." She reached into a small purse and pulled out a small tube. "Lipstick, anyone?" ------- Chapter 14 Back on the beach they found the men lounging under the dining fly, laying against knockdown wooden beach chairs that were legless, as they watched Phoebe putter around the firepit and lobster pot. The men had all put on comfortable slacks and tropical shirts, although most of the shirts were undone and hung loosely about them. They were sipping at beers and sodas and frankly watching the cook. Phoebe hadn't worn the emperor's new clothes, but, if anything, her outfit was even more intriguing. She had taken a half dozen or more long, brightly colored scarves and wrapped them around her lush curves. One was tied bandeau style around her breasts, another was tied in a sash low on her hips, and the rest were tucked into the sash to form a skirt front and back. Her hips were quite exposed, and so was most everything else as she moved around the fire. She looked exotic, and quite erotic. After the boat touched shore and the rest of the women climbed out, Captain Jimmy got up and pulled it up onto the beach. Phoebe lifted the lid off the large pot and told the other men to get to work. Jason and Robby laughed as they threw the live lobsters into the boiling water. The screams coming from the pot horrified Mary, but Phoebe explained that it was simply air escaping from the lobsters' shells, and that they didn't have mouths. "I don't care! I can't eat something that we cooked live!" Nobody seemed to care, and her own mother simply shrugged and said, "Fine, I'll eat yours." Dinner was basically a lot of lobster in melted butter, and beer, with some baked potatoes and corn-on-the-cob for the health conscious. Mary's resolve broke down as the others began to dig into their first lobsters, breaking the shells open, smacking their lips, and rolling their eyes, all to the accompaniment of their groans and moans of delight. There were numerous comments of, 'These were happy lobsters.' And 'They died for a good cause.' They all broke down in laughter as she finally reached for one, burning her fingers on the hot shell. She looked daggers at them, saying, "Up yours!" Seeing her own mother laughing, she cried, "You, too, Mom!", at which Maggie fell backwards, laughing until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Mary turned back to crack her lobster open; she wouldn't admit it, but she loved lobster, and these were pretty good. After dinner, with the sun well down, Malcolm threw an armload of driftwood on the fire and settled back against his beach chair. In the soft glow of the fire, the evening's festivities commenced. By then, the group had mostly paired off, and as Caroline moved to sit in his lap, he wrapped his arms around her. Babs made the first overt move. She had been sitting next to Reeves during dinner, enjoying the looks he was giving her. She could feel her nipples hardening and pushing against the thin fabric of the too small top, and allowed her skirt to rise well up her thighs, so that when he lowered his gaze from her chest, her bare and moist pussy would be seen by the older man. He was sitting upright, his legs drawn up Indian fashion, so she simply crawled onto his lap sideways, and put her arms around his neck. Reeves put both arms around her waist as they watched the others begin to cavort, then he reached up and caressed her breasts through the tank top. Babs turned back and began to kiss her new lover, and shifted her arms as he pulled her straps off her arms and down to her waist, then spread her thighs as he slipped a hand under her short skirt to begin probing her cunt. Shifting carefully, she pulled far enough away to be able to reach between them and undid the snap on his slacks, to reach in and begin fondling the surprisingly huge cockhead and the equally surprisingly thin cockshaft. It was firm and erect and hot to her touch. Disdaining any further foreplay, she silently twisted around to face Reeves. Straddling his legs she lowered herself onto his cock, her face taking on a blissful look as she felt him driving deeper and deeper into her slick cunt, then, bottoming out, she wrapped her legs behind his back. Then, arms wrapped around each other, they began to gently rock back and forth, their motions slowly pumping his cock in and out of her. She squealed quietly as one orgasm after another took her. To her side, Mary sat between Robby and Captain Jimmy, watching her grandmother's and Reeves' foreplay. She felt her pussy moistening, and not simply because the two seamen had begun to rub her thighs slowly. She put her hands out and began to rub their legs as well, but almost immediately brought them upwards, to rub the substantial erections both men were sporting. She ignored the others and lay back on the blanket as the pair began to fondle her unmercifully. She could barely keep things sorted out, who was doing what. Lips were on hers, hands were fondling her tits, other hands were rubbing her clit and pushing inside her. Mary tried as best she could to urge the men on, groping her paramours, as she moaned and came beneath their hands. In short order, the three of them were naked, with Robby kneeling between her outstretched legs and eating her out, while the Captain knelt at her head, holding her up as she sucked his cock, bucking back and forth between her lipstick-reddened lips. Mary's hands held onto his hairy ass, pulling her face into his crotch, deep throating the man even as she came, until he joined her, sputtering jism down her throat. Then he and Robby switched places, and while the captain ate his dessert, his nephew straddled the young girl's chest. Reaching down, he wrapped her massive tits around his meat, and titfucked her till he came, grunting loudly. By that point, Mary was lolling back on the beach blanket, her head and legs thrashing at the tongue lashing her clit was getting, and barely noticed the warm, white droplets landing on her neck and face. Robby climbed off, wiping his slimy cocktip on her nipples. The most vocal members of the group were Phoebe and Maggie. Finding themselves with Jason, they knelt next to him. Phoebe unbuttoned his shirt and began pulling it off his shoulders, telling Maggie, "Take off his pants, you'll like what you find." Unbelievable horniness overcame Maggie's considerable trepidation and she undid her son's zipper and began pulling the khakis down his legs. He arched up to help his mother, and was quite pleased when she saw his stiff organ come into view. Exhaling loudly, she sighed and said, "Jason, I had no idea! You've got such a nice, big cock!" The sight drove her mad with lust. Incest or not, she had to have him in her cunt. Neither women undressed, but simply went to work. Phoebe said, "Oh, you will, trust me, you will. First, though, let's suck him off. He'll come fast, then we can get him hard again and you can have a nice, long ride." Both women lowered their faces to his naked crotch, and Phoebe ordered, "Lick his balls." She took his cockhead into her mouth and began to jack lightly on his shaft, and Maggie lowered her face further, to tongue his nuts and lower, between his thighs. Jason grabbed his shirt and balled it up behind his head, then looked down past his slim and hairless chest, enraptured by the sight. He wasn't about to tell them that he and his grandmother had fucked so much up on the hill that he wasn't likely to explode at first touch. After they had fucked doggy style, they had done it missionary and reverse missionary, with her squirming on top. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through their hair, Phoebe's long and dark, Maggie's shorter and blonde. The pair switched off several times, each time bringing him closer, until finally he had enough. Whispering, "Suck my cock, Mom. Suck me and make me come.", he gently drew her head up. Maggie ovalled her mouth and took his cock head in. Jason was fascinated by the sight of her cherry red lips wrapped around his manhood, her cheeks drawing in as she applied suction. Crying out quietly, he came, and his mother looked up into his eyes as she swallowed her son's semen. Finished with Round One, the two women sat back on their heels, surveying the wet and softened prick before them. Maggie glanced curiously at Phoebe, who smiled and motioned for her to kneel opposite her, on Jason's other side. Leaning over the supine lad, she said, "Now, while we wait for Jason to get it up again, we take matters into our own hands." Reaching between her legs, Phoebe pulled her scarves to the side, exposing her pussy, then untied the scarf barely hiding her double-D charms. She began to masturbate, pinching her nipples with one hand as the other slid down to her cunt. Jason was astonished as his mother did the same. Undoing all but a single button at her waist, Maggie pulled the tight linen dress off her breasts and pulled the skirt back from her hips. She was completely displayed as she looked down into her son's face lustily, cupping her breasts lewdly, then spreading her knees wide. Placing both hands between her legs, she grasped her pussy lips and spread them wide, showing her son pink in the firelight, then began to furiously frig her clit with both index fingers. Jason was immensely aroused, and could feel his dick stiffening. He had always known his mother was pretty. The sight of her earlier in the day, in her tiny bikini had shown him she was a real babe. Now this! It was almost too much. He stared at her lascivious display as she masturbated to orgasm, and by the time the pair had orgasmed, his cock was throbbing, pointing at the constellations above them. "That'll do just fine.", commented Phoebe, looking at his erection. "Now, climb aboard, Maggie.", she said. Jason watched his mother mount him, sighing as she took him inside, her tits jiggling as she slid into place, then his view was obstructed as Phoebe straddled his face for a tongue ride. He slid his hands up to cup her asscheeks and keep from suffocating. After the first couplings were finished, the orgiasts lay back on the blanket, cuddling their partners. Maggie looked over at Caroline, still sitting quietly in her husband's lap, although by now his hands had slid inside her open blouse, cupping her tits. "Aren't you two going to join in?", she asked. Malcolm and Caroline smiled. Grasping her long skirt, Caroline pulled it to her waist. Beneath it, Malcolm's pants were down to his knees, and Caroline's skirt had been pulled to her waist from behind. A thin but steady stream of mixed come and cunt juice ran from her gaping pussy onto the large but soft cock dangling limply beneath her. "Oh, but we did.", she announced softly. "In fact, the first time felt so good, we did it a second time, as well." She giggled as Malcolm hugged her to his chest, and the rest laughed. Babs looked at her family. Crawling off of Reeves, she stripped and crawled into the center of the blanket. She reached out and took Maggie's hand, and Mary's also, as the young girl sat up and looked at her. Maggie undid the final button on her dress and let it slip off her shoulders. "Is that offer still good?", she asked the Jensens. Malcolm nodded with a big smile. She got a silent agreement from both Maggie and Mary. She hadn't mentioned it to Jason, but she knew how he would feel. "Great! Let's take it as it goes, but why not? Let's do it!" The others let out a cheer and applauded, but it was Jason who set everybody to raucous laughter. His sister had let him in on the offer the previous night. "I can't wait to write this report - What I Did On My Summer Vacation, by Jason Flanagan." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-06-16 Last Modified: 2004-08-14 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------