Chapter 1

I had not had a good week. Nothing went well at the office, where my thirteen employees seemed to be dead set on breaking my fledgling little company. Maybe thirteen was proving to be an unlucky number in many aspects... my girlfriend of thirteen months decided that she was 'moving on, ' meaning that she had found someone else she wanted to be with instead of me.

I had worked every day for the last seven weeks and now I was going to take the next two days off, come hell or high water. I had decided that I needed the time off to keep my sanity so I had arrived at the marina early this morning to start a leisurely weekend.

I had brought plenty of provisions for meals and drinks, probably enough to last me for two weeks instead of two days but at least if I wanted variety, I would have it. After I stowed them in the galley of my 42-foot sloop, I got out the hose and pressure washed the crusted salt from everything on the deck and now it was gleaming white and shiny chromium silver again like it should be. It was already late morning by the time I finished these tasks.

Starting the motor, I had eased the boat over to the service area, where I flushed out the waste water tank, filled the fresh water tank and was in the process of topping off the diesel fuel when a gaggle of people came along the boardwalk talking about the various boats in the marina. Several of them stopped just a few feet from me and exclaimed about my beautiful little conveyance. They were all late-thirtyish or early fortyish, all very tanned, all wearing some kind of halter top, shorts, and deck shoes, a sort of non-uniform uniform for the coastal area.

I heard one woman say, "Aren't those sleek lines?"

Another said, "I wonder how fast she sails."

Still another responded, "I don't know but it looks fast."

One of the women spotted me watching them while I held the fuel nozzle. She asked, "Is this your boat?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded.

"It's very nice," she said. "Are you planning to take her out today?"

"Yes, ma'am. Just as soon as I get her fueled up."

There was a moment's silence and then I asked, "Would you and your friends like to go sailing with me?"

Suddenly there was a hubbub of chatter among the women. A very pretty blonde leaned over and asked, "How long will you be out?"

"Well, I'm planning on making it a very leisurely cruise up the coast and back. I probably won't be back until late tonight or maybe even sometime tomorrow. But there's room for all of you if you want to come."

They turned to each other and began talking all at once. I heard someone say, "I've got to pick up the kids at three so I can't go."

Another said, "Gary is taking me to dinner and the theatre tonight. I don't think I'd better go but you all go ahead."

By the time I hung up the nozzle and screwed the cap on my fuel tank, three of them had continued their stroll down the boardwalk. Four ladies stood by the boat and one asked, "Can we go with you?"

I walked to the ladder and offered my hand. "I would be most delighted to have you go. Please come aboard."

As each one stepped aboard, using my hand to steady them down the short ladder, I had a chance to check them out. There was not one of the four that I would kick out for eating crackers in bed. They were mature women with large breasts, nice large round bottoms, and waists and legs that indicated that these ladies were active, probably tennis players or frequent swimmers. I could see that I would likely have a problem the whole trip trying to keep my third leg dormant. They introduced themselves as Glenda, Sherri, Laurie, and Abby.

I gave the women a quick tour of the boat, including the cabin and galley. They left their handbags on the bed in the cabin and followed me back on deck, watching as I cast off, and motored out past the breakwater. When we were well clear, I raised the double-mainsail and jib, cut the diesel and savored the light salty wind that took us cutting silently through the gentle swells of the ocean.

We'd been out for maybe an hour with the coast just barely in sight on our left when Glenda said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna work on my tan."

With that she stood and unabashedly took off her halter top, revealing a pair of monstrous boobs that must have been EE cup or maybe even larger. Walking to the cabin deck she spread a towel just in front of the wheel where I was standing, then sat on the towel and proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her smooth legs. Right after that, she peeled off her tiny thong panties and dropped them on the pile of clothes beside her.

With a huge smile on her face, she looked at me and said, "I hope you don't mind, captain. I can't stand lines in my tan."

I gulped and managed to say, "Not at all."

However when she spread her legs and rubbed a hand along the neatly shaven crease, I had the feeling she had something else in mind. I reached over and flipped on the autopilot, noticing that Glenda was still watching me watching her.

She started to lay back and got as far as to support herself on her elbows before I grabbed her ankles and pulled her along the fiberglass deck toward me. When her bottom was at the edge of the deck I put her legs on my shoulders and licked a path from her right knee to her pussy. My tongue no sooner touched the top of her slit than she began to moan, "Oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, yes."

I slipped my tongue into her slit and tickled her clit and suddenly she stiffened, pressed my head into her with both hands, and muttered, "Oh, baby, I'm cumming!"

A stream of clear sweet juice flooded my chin and dripped onto my hand holding her ass up to my face.

I probably could have had my own reward after that but I wasn't satisfied yet. I kept licking her until all the fresh pussy juice was gone, then I dove into her cunt with my tongue, exploring every part of her I could reach. I licked and softly nibbled at her clit. Then, spreading her ass with both hands, I ran my tongue down her slit and around her tight little puckered ass hole. Once more she jerked her body out stiffly and tried to stuff my head inside her cunt as she squirted another stream of pussy juice on my face and chest.

This time I figured it was my turn. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my deck shoes. I pushed her back up on the towel, then jumped onto the deck. Pulling her legs back up to my shoulders, I guided my stiff cock to her slick pussy, noting the lustful grin on her face as my cock slid into her. I pushed her legs forward until they were beside her head, raising her ass and opening her pussy until every last bit of my cock was buried in her. I bent down to kiss her ruby red lips and she lifted her head to meet me.

While our lips were still locked together, I began to fuck her hard, easing my cock out of her but ramming back in unmercifully hard. I felt a hand grasp my scrotum and looked around to see Abby on my right fondling my balls while Sherri and Laurie looked on from the left. I turned back to my work with a vengeance. In just a few minutes Glenda was just finishing one orgasm when another hit her, over and over until my balls could hold back no longer and they spit their load deep into Glenda's hot steamy cunt.

I carefully rolled off Glenda and lay on my back to recover. I was surprised when Sherri bent over and put my deflated member in her mouth and proceeded to lick me clean. She didn't stop then, however, continuing to suck my cock until I began to grow hard again. At sometime all three of the women had shed their clothes and I was surrounded by four beautiful naked women.

When I was hard, Sherri climbed on top of me and eased my cock into her pussy. She had barely settled down so that my entire shaft was inside her when Laurie straddled my face and pulled my head into her crotch. In self-defense, I spread her pussy so I could breathe and so my tongue could service her pretty rose-petaled twat.

After a few minutes of licking Laurie's pussy, her crevice was so slick that I didn't have to hold her open to find breathing space; I licked from one end to the other, took a big gulp of air and repeated the process. I used my hands to grasp a handful of each of her big tits, rolling her nipples in my fingers, pulling them unmercifully, then kneading the whole globe. By the time Sherri worked herself to a climax on my flagpole, I had Laurie cumming and cumming and cumming.

Both Laurie and Sherri finally rolled off me before I had a chance to cum again. I found Abby patiently waiting and watching and pulled her closer to me. Lifting her on hands and knees, I wiped my cock up and down her crease from behind her curvaceous bottom until she was slick with our combined juices. I pushed into her, amazed that she would be so tight. I had to stroke several times before I got my whole shaft into her pussy but did it feel good!

Concerned that Abby, having patiently awaited her turn, receive a just reward, I began stroking very slowly in and out of her pussy while my left hand fondled her ample but not huge tits and my right hand roved along her crease, occasionally just nudging her clit. It took a while to get her there but the result was one wild explosion when it came. She was like a bundle of dynamite exploding and her cunt played the role of a milking machine on my rod, squeezing, tugging, releasing, then repeating the process over and over until my balls sent a high-pressure load through her pussy destined for her mouth. I was totally fucked out and the looks of the women indicated that no one was really disappointed.

We all scattered around the boat and found places to rest and recover for a while. I went back to the pilot's seat and checked our course to be sure that the autopilot still had us on the right course, even though we could still see the shoreline on the horizon. The afternoon was slowly fading away with the soft breezes and gently waves of the early summer days.

After a while, I went down to the head to take a leak and then strolled back on deck. All of the women were lying around on towels, still stark naked and soaking up the sun's rays, except for Laurie, who was still naked but had wandered to the bow of the boat and was leaning over the railing watching the water as the boat sheared through it. She had her legs spread to keep herself steady but it made me think other thoughts... about my cock splitting those lush globes, penetrating her body and using her as a receptacle for my balls' next load of cum.

Slowly I worked my way up to where she was standing. When I was a few feet away, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, glanced at my newest erection that proceeded me and her smile grew wider.

She said, "You must have great powers of recovery."

"Well, I've always been able to get hard pretty quick after sex, especially when I see a beautiful naked woman."

"Are you suggesting that you want to fuck me?"

"No, I'm saying it out loud."

"Then by all means, do it."

She wiggled her bottom at me and I could not resist. I rubbed my hands all over her soft, curvy ass, then gently spread them and worked my cock between the puffy lips of her cunt. She was already wet and the throbbing head of my cock popped into her pussy with little urging and I was soon buried inside her up to the root of my probe.

For a while I held us tightly together while I massaged her boobs and occasionally teased her clitty but she began wiggling her bottom around my cock and I could not resist starting to stroke in and out of her slick, warm cunt. The gentle action of the small waves meant that I didn't have to work hard to thrust into her. She had a small orgasm almost immediately and then a few minutes later a larger one that shook her whole body for a few seconds.

I turned her around and, leaning her over the railing backwards, pierced her again. As I stroked her pussy, I gently thumbed her mound around her clitty and soon she had an even greater climax. When she came down, she said, "My husband never has learned how to make me cum like that."

"Oh? You're married?" I asked.

"Yeah, for 13 years. Not that you'd really know it if you could watch our sex lives. John's married to his work and couldn't care less about having sex."

"Wow! I can't believe a man would let a beautiful woman like you go without sex. If I were John, you'd probably have to drive me away from you every night."

She laughed. "I don't think I would spend the energy doing that. I believe I'd just let you do whatever you wanted to."

"Really? You might not like some of what I would want to do."

"I doubt if you could come up with anything I wouldn't like."

'Oh? Do you like anal?"

"Sugar, I used to thrive on anal before I got married. I haven't had it that way in a long time. Want to try me?"

"Sure!"

I pulled out of her pussy and Laurie turned back over, lifting her ass high in the air as an offering to me. Putting my cock at her back door, I gently pushed inside, expecting a cry of pain but I could feel how she was already relaxing her sphincter and my cock penetrated her ass without that much fuss. She grunted once, then said, "It's okay, baby. Bring it on."