Chapter 47: The Cruise – Part 2

DAVE

After Warren’s short introduction to the cruise, I asked Margo, who was sitting in my lap, whether I needed to know anything specific about her.

Margo kissed me, and then grinned. She said, “I love sex. Lots and lots of S. E. X. Best of all, I get to be with you. The moment I learned about you, I wanted to be with you; and when I met you and Mel for the first time, I made a resolution that we’d be together like this. I’ve done my homework about you, at least what I could. Paul’s security team did a dossier on you, and I read it – without permission, I might add.

“I learned that you belong to your neighborhood Sex Club, which has a dozen or so women in it, and you fuck the bejesus out of them once a week, unless there’s a midweek opportunity. They favor you and you make them all very happy. Now that’s a sterling recommendation, right there.

“Beyond that, you helped start a spinoff Sex Club over at the university, and occasionally interact with the women in that group and make them happy and well fucked, too. God, when I read that I really was in true lust with you. I confess that when I jilled off, I started to think about you.

“Next, I grilled Wendy about what goes on in your home. You are a sexual dynamo. You live with a super-horny wife and three other women who are also unusually arousing and hot. You keep them all sated and feeling loved.

“Then, Paul’s security learned about your wife making porn videos, and through that I figured out that you’d done that orgy video with your Sex Club. I’ve watched that over and over, and watched you fucking one woman after another. God, you are so fucking hot. I just about can’t wait to be with you. You, young man, turn me on and make my pussy wet. In a little bit, I was you to do something about it and not stop for the next three days.

I finally spoke after kissing her. “Margo, you flatter me beyond what even my ego can stand. Thank you. YOU, however, are the fucking cat’s pajamas. You’ve learned what a pervert I really am, and when I first met you, I had this image of us getting together for a long fuck session, the likes of which, even my wife hasn’t seen.”

Margo and I looked around. “The yacht was slowly moving against the tide as it rushed through Big Pass. We were maybe doing five knots. I could jog faster than the thing was moving.

Off the port side of the boat was Siesta Key and about a hundred homes and small hotels all clustered close together along the water front. At many, there were people sunning, wading, or swimming in the water close to shore. Everyone was watching us pass by. A few waved. We were pretty visible.

I glanced over at my wife. She was cuddled up with Paul with her back to that side of the boat. She was topless, but the voyeurs landside couldn’t really see her. Those voyeurs did know that some woman was being romanced and kissed. The same with Margo and me. She didn’t look in that direction either.

Renata stood and waved to some of the people and they waved back. She was a pistol, I could tell. I felt certain that I’d have her later, and that pleasured me.

I asked Margo, “Awkward question, that you can duck if you want, but there’s a strong hint of some incest on this ship – Warren and Wendy? You and Warren? Even Paul and Wendy, or you and Wendy? Is that okay with everyone?”

Margo kissed my nose. “It is and has been okay with each of us. Warren and I have been lovers for years. Wendy has known about us for the past year, and I told her that she didn’t have to be anything other than a distant cousin to him. This trip will be the first time they’ve made love. Warren has wanted her for years, but kept mute. I pulled it out of him a couple of years ago. As for Paul and Wendy, well, I guess we’ll see what they each decide on this little voyage to nowhere. I’m curious myself to see how the two of them will deal with that. Personally, I hope they hook-up. I think it’d be a great thing for them – daddy-daughter bonding and all.”

After a pause, Margo asked, “And what about you and Mary, or Bob and Mel?”

I smirked, “That ship sailed about a year ago. We fuck all the time. No problem. We’re just are careful around our children.”

Margo nodded in understanding. She added, “That’s what I figured.”

The boat made a sharp turn to keep in the ever-changing channel. The buildings along the shoreline morphed into larger high-rise condos instead of single-family homes. They were also more distant. After a few hundred yards running parallel to the shore, we turned out of the channel into the Gulf again, and then we seemed to rapidly leave the land behind us.

I moved behind Margo slightly and kissed the nape of her neck. I detached the catch on her bikini bra and gently slid the fabric from her arms and placing it carefully on a nearby table. I kissed her back, feeling her muscles clench and release as I touched sensitive areas. I could then turn her in my lap. She was very compliant.

Instead of jumping in and latching onto a breast, I started at her shoulders, moving between her shoulders with my tongue and kisses on her chest as I moved back and forth across her upper body. Gradually, I got to where her sexy mounds started to rise from the plain of her torso but then I moved to their undersides, again kissing where her bra had provided the support to her perfect orbs. I could almost watch as her nipples rose in her excitement. I blew warm air gently across each of her breasts. One result was a moan.

Margo appeared to orgasm. It wasn’t a huge, mind-blowing orgasm; it was a small climax that swept over her body. She whispered, “Oooooooh, fuck, Wendy was soooo right.” She squeezed her legs together and pulled me to her body and held me tightly for a moment lest she topple off my lap. Through her, I could feel her pleasure pass. Her eyes opened and she looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you did that to me and you haven’t ... you haven’t even touched my breasts, let alone my privates. Oh, wow. Everything Wendy said about you is true. Don’t stop.” I smiled back at her and then kissed her eyelids closed again and cradled her in my arms.

Around us, the other couples were also making out in a fast and furious way. All the bras to the bikinis had been shed. Wendy was in the process of pulling Warren’s bathing suit from his body. She was already naked, and so was Renata. God, they were both such hot young women with ripe, hot bodies.

I allowed myself to find Margo’s breasts. They were perfect, erect and full, topped with large dark areolas and wide nipples that already stood a half-inch from the surrounding roundness. I encircled one and then the other with my tongue, holding off on her peaks. I kissed and smoothed them against my cheek. If the adage that ‘more than a handful is wasted’, then Margo was wasting a lot.

I moved in to her peaks, running my tongue around her areolas and then her nipples as I alternated between her prizes. I swear my tongue could feel every one of her Montgomery bumps as I circled each areola. She was purring even more now and holding my head to her mature torso. She pleaded with me to go further, to go the next step. I ran my fingers around the upper edge of her bikini bottoms as though I wanted to remove them but couldn’t find purchase. I teased and fumbled on purpose to prolong the seduction.

I ran two fingers inside of the material of the bikini, smoothing her abdomen down to what felt like some pubic hair. She could stand it no more and she shook her hips hard in a twisting and jerking motion. “Take off my God damn pants, will you!” I shifted her so she was sitting where I was and kneeled in front of her on the smooth deck floor.

I pulled the bikini down and off of her legs and then admired my handy work and Margo’s body. Her long shapely legs had all the sex appeal I could wish for. They tied to her flat stomach and abs and pointed to her majestic chest where her breasts awaited more fondling and sucking by me. This was one beautiful naked woman sprawled out in the overstuffed deck chair. I noted that she wasn’t at all embarrassed being in front of the others.

I knelt before her and ran my tongue around the upper edge of her pubic hair, staying away from where I felt sure she wanted me to be. I licked around the edge of her triangle and then up and down her thighs. She kept moaning and reaching down to me, running her fingers through my hair when she could.

Near us, Renata had started what looked like a world-class blowjob on Carl. In the few seconds that I watched, I noted that she could deep throat his engorged shaft without blinking.

A few feet further, and I watched Wendy starting to fellate Warren – her uncle. She looked intent on delivering pleasure to him, and he looked like an angel had just descended from heaven to provide him some ultimate pleasure. Margo followed my eyes and watched her daughter then turned back to me with a look of lust dripping from her lips.

I put her legs over my shoulders, and carefully tongued my way around her nether region, slowly zeroing in on her moist slit. In the bright sunlight I could see the droplets of nectar she’d produced – I could smell her erotic and womanly secretions. I really wanted to dive in but maintained my slow and steady pace of advancement on her body. I was making an investment that I wanted to pay off.

As I circled her pussy, I removed my shirt and tossed it nearby. I also pulled off my bathing suit, leaving it.

Suddenly, Renata was next to me. She kissed me, and then handed me a couple of towels. She said, “These will make kneeling easier. Go to it.” She gave me an evil grin and then repeated the same with some of the others that were kneeling to either give a blowjob or to render cunnilingus. I made a pad and knelt on it.

When my tongue actually touched Margo’s slit, I carefully licked from nearly her rosebud to her clit. She climaxed again. It was sudden and more earth shaking than her first climax. She just uttered, “Oh, shit,” and squeezed my head between her legs for a moment. She arched her back slightly. Finally, she said, “I didn’t know I could do that twice so close together, and we haven’t really started yet. Oh, wow. Keep going. Don’t stop.” I felt a little forward thrust onto my tongue, however.

I pulled on the lovely flaps of skin surrounding Margo’s clitoris and vagina into my mouth, tonguing them and lapping at them. When I focused on her clit she jerked and rose off the bed. I added the fingers of one hand to the mix, fingering and rubbing her clit with them before I inserted them into her body. I found what I thought was one of her erogenous zones on the interior front of her vagina and put special pressure and massage effort there as I tongued and bit lightly on her clit. She climaxed again, pushing her body into my face and hand just before she reached down and clutched me to her region. She emitted a long “Ooooooooooooooooh,” as she came.

I pulled her forward on the chair so all of her sex was available. I moved so I was thrusting my tongue in and out of her body instead of my fingers and then I’d switch and switch again. I worked her up near another peak when I took one wet finger and slowly inserted it into her rosebud. She came yet again even though her last climax had only occurred a minute earlier. This time she was more vocal, “Oh. Ooooooh. What are you doing to me? Oh, I’ve never had anything back there. Oh. Oh. Are you ... sure? Oh, dear. Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum again. Ooooooooooh, fuck. You ... keep ... making ... me ... have ... orgasms.”

As she regained some element of self-control. She said, “I’m losing count. I can’t believe you keep making me cum and you’re not even in me yet. Please come up and fuck me. Put your penis in me – your cock. Please. Please. Please.”

I was fully erect and revved up. I also couldn’t believe that I was with the wife of a multi-billionaire, and the man that was my boss – my BIG BOSS. I glanced around. This woman’s husband was slapping his long cock on my wife’s bare pussy and clearly planned on sinking every millimeter of that shaft in her sweet wet pussy.

Margo sat up and grabbed my cock and quickly put her mouth over the entire head and swallowed most of me. I could feel her tongue roaming around the head as her hand twisted and masturbated me. That wasn’t why I was here, however.

I pushed her back in the cushy chair. She opened her legs and I could look deep into her moist beaver. Her vagina was actually a dark gaping hole from where my fingers and tongue had been a moment earlier. I knelt before her and aimed my hard cock for that hole and gently slid into her body, pushing skin and resistance aside. Margo was delightfully snug – perfect in fact. We both groaned. Margo leaned forward once I was in to the hilt, and we French kissed with passion and love oozing out of our every pore.