Chapter 11: Jamaica

Not only is Liz a wonderful daughter, but she is also a conniving MLIF who has me wrapped around her little finger.

She had this week-long cruise planned out before she ever came to me to ask a favor. Every ‘i’ had been dotted and every ‘t’ was crossed. Not only did she have my wife’s approval, but she also had the approval of all of the husbands involved.

She also had set things up with the crew of Paradijs II. Captain Boris and his wife Derya were spending the week with Jon and Abby Thornbill. Kemal would captain the yacht, Nacar would be first mate, and Ela would be the cook/stewardess. Dilara would be spending the week with Al and Carmen Martinez.

Alara, my faithful bodyguard and lover, would also be on board.

I was on the flying bridge with Alara and Kemal as we left the dock. Six young women were standing by the railings around the pussy pad waving at the ferry as it made its way to the Pineapple dock. It would have been a regular morning if it weren’t for the fact that the six women were only dressed in monokinis. Twelve boobs with hard nipples jiggled as they waived.

Alara turned to me and said, “When in Rome.” She unhooked her bikini top and handed it to me.

Kemal was staring at Alara’s tits when I asked him what our destination was.

“I am sorry Mr. Moran but I cannot tell you. Your daughter leased this yacht for a week and she has told me that I was to keep our destination a secret.”

I moved behind Alara and cupped her breasts. Her nipples started to harden. I used my fingertips to pull on them as I lowered my head and whispered in her ear. “You are my bodyguard so you must know where we are going.”

“Oh Eddie, I am so sorry. Liz made me promise not to tell you our destination. She said that if I told you she would make sure that I wouldn’t get to play with you or anyone else for the entire week.”

As soon as we were clear of the lagoon the monokinis disappeared. Six naked pussies joined the twelve naked breasts. Alara was smiling when she pulled on the strings on her monokini. Kemal said, “That makes seven pussies and fourteen breasts.”

Nacar and his little sister entered the flying bridge. “Make that eight pussies and sixteen breasts.” Sure enough, Ela was just as naked as the rest of the women. Her teenage pussy glistened in the morning sun.

“That’s not fair,” complained Alara. “How are we going to compete with that sweet pussy?”

Alara and I made our way to the owner’s cabin. I told Alara that I was going to visit the head. Even fifty-year-old men need relief after looking at so many naked tits and shaved pussies.

Alara was outside and looking forward. I stepped outside to join her when she turned to me and half whispered, “You have got to see this!”

The women on the pussy pad had paired up. Lizzy was with Gracie. The two Larson women, Kathy and Kitty, were paired as were Karen and Amie. This, in itself, was not noteworthy. What was noteworthy was that each pair of women were scissored together, pussy to pussy. They were using their pussies to masturbate each other.

Alara was slowly stroking my cock when she said, “It’s beautiful isn’t it? It’s called Tribbing.”

I could only nod my head. I was riveted to the sight before me.

Alara continued to stroke my cock. “Would you like to see Lizzy and me tribbing? Maybe you would like to see your wife and daughter tribbing.

My cock jumped in Alara’s hand. She dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock. Two seconds later, she was swallowing my first cum for the day.

It was almost six o’clock in the evening when I spotted an island off of our starboard bow. We were still cruising in a westerly direction. As the island loomed ever closer, I could feel that Kamal had reduced our speed. I finally knew our mysterious destination. Puerto Rico.

Kamal continued to reduce speed until we came to a complete stop. We were still 200 yards from the southern coast. I went to the bridge to find out what was going on.

Kamal had just put Paradijs II on auto pilot. He could see the confusion on my face. “Mister Eddie, we are making a quick stop to take on two more crew members before we continue on to our destination.” Kamal’s explanation did little to reduce my confusion. It did let me know that Puerto Rico was not our primary destination.

I followed Kamal to the sports deck to meet our new arrivals. Everyone was there already. The six women were at least dressed; if you consider their brief bikini tops and bottoms as being dressed. Kamal, Nacar, and Ela were dressed in their crew uniforms. Alara was wearing a black polo shirt, black multi-pocketed pants, and black warfare boots.

It wasn’t long before a dingy came alongside of us. Two men jumped aboard our yacht. Kamal introduced me to Arnold Wiloffski (Ski). At 6’ and around 200lbs, Ski looked to be an able seaman. It was his handshake that impressed me the most about the mid-twenties young man. His hands were calloused and his grip was strong. He was not afraid of heavy work.

Alara introduced me to James (Jimmy) Holdem. Jimmy was also in his mid-twenties but that was the only thing he had in common with Ski. Jimmy was 5’7”, 150lbs soaking wet. He was dressed exactly the same as Alara. It was his eyes that impressed me. This man had seen combat. He had faced death and lived. Alara informed me that Jimmy would be one of my family’s bodyguards.

I awoke this morning snuggled into my daughter’s back. My cock was snuggled into her tight pussy. It had been a long time since we had had an opportunity for father/daughter sex. Liz was purring like a kitten as my cock began to rock back and forth.