Chapter 48: The Cruise – Part 3

DAVE

I sat next to Grace and Lisa at dinner. We were served by cute little Renata, who had overseen the preparation of the catered meal earlier in the day. Renata had also put on a large man’s shirt so she had some semblance of being dressed, and of being our hostess on the cruise. The shift has the Prentiss logo above one pocket and also the name of the ship – the Prentiss Sea. I marveled at how the cute young woman balanced being one of the sexy ‘dates’ for the cruise with her duties as part of the crew. I certainly looked forward to a romp with the vivacious girl

Warren and Mel also helped shuttle things to and from the luxurious and very complete kitchen on the yacht. With the large folding doors open, we could be ‘inside but outside’ on the third deck, as the ship quietly motored along through the waters of the Gulf. Warren guessed that we were about five or ten miles off the coast.

The dress for the informal dinner had returned to bathing suits and t-shirts for the men, but only light cover-ups for the women. Lovely breasts were visible all around the table, although veiled in some way. The women had left off their bikini bottoms so they could participate in the ‘free use’ part of the trip, and that included Renata who I noted was bare under her cover. So far, by my observation, no one had really taken the ‘free use’ aspect of the trip to heart.

I decided to test that designation. I turned in my chair at the dining table, and I called Renata over after pulling down my bathing suit to expose my cock. I was sufficiently hard after a few strokes. I pointed to my cock and to our cute cabin crew. Renata understood instantly. She came and backed onto my cock, placing me at her entrance, and then sliding her wet pussy onto my shaft.

“How much of a fuck do you want?” she asked over her shoulder as she looked back at me. She looked eager to please and I sensed her body pleased with my penetration.

“Sixty seconds, then back to your duties.” I teased and lightly slapped her bare bottom. She giggled.

“Everyone at the table watched as Renata raised and lowered herself on my cock about two-dozen times at a slow and enjoyable pace. Neither of us were going to orgasm, but what we were doing obviously felt good to each of us. Her eyes closed in some kind of ecstasy for a few moments as we fucked. Then, after a quick glance from her and a nod from me, she carefully extracted from my shaft and went back to work, but not without turning giving me a long and tender kiss. I knew we’d be together later.

I sat between Grace and Lisa. I had a dilemma; both had whispered to me that they wanted to be with me that evening after our meal. I knew how the Sex Club easily shifted between partners after a ‘round’, but I was not sure how that might happen on the cruise. Grace was also ‘new’ to the Club, so I wasn’t sure how flexible she was or whether she had any limits or boundaries I should know about.

Grace was the one that leaned over and sucked Renata’s slick emissions off my dick. Part of her action, was obviously for show to the rest of the table. I think she wanted to prove how ‘free use’ she could be, too.

I did learn that Mark had been a satisfying companion in our first round for Lisa, and that Brad, her new husband, had done well by Grace. At our long table, Doug was now on the other side of Lisa and after they started talking, I put more focus on Grace. I think my ploy worked, because Lisa and I bumped fists as we got up from the table and she said, “Later.” She went off with Doug.

Grace’s participation in the Sex Club had amounted to our get together on the St. Croix beach on a couple of nights, and then one gathering of the Sex Club a week prior. She was a newbie to group sex, yet she was more than happy to fuck her brother and others in plain sight. Unfortunately, our conversations hadn’t been about that but about more the trip, the boat, our jobs, and such.

Grace was a hot-looking brunette, and she’d added a touch of blue on one side of her hair as some kind of fashion statement. I think she about my age. She also had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen; they sparkled with brightness and her enthusiasm about the sex planned along the way. Grace was not overly busty and so a handful left nothing wasted, but that handful was pretty full. She had great legs, and she gave me a chubby because her cover-up was nearly transparent and I liked looking at her breasts through the gossamer material. Over dinner, she’d made sure to flash me her sex more than once. As we waited for dessert, she took one of my hands and put it right on her vulva. I petted and stroked the area, and then carefully inserted a finger into her quim. That was just what she wanted. Her kiss confirmed that we had a sexual encounter ahead of us very soon.

Grace had just moved to Sarasota to take a job running a chain of gyms and martial arts centers around the city. She turned out to be a black belt in some kind of karate. She teased me about coming in to get in better shape and to learn how to protect myself or Mel. She did concede that she intended to be aiming the marketing approach on women. I suggested that Mel would be a good target and that I’d urge her to attend.

After dinner, Renata gave a few of us a complete tour of the 164-foot-long yacht. I wondered when a yacht became a ship or something more substantial. My dad had had a yacht for a few years, but it was only twenty-seven feet long. Immense difference.

Grace held my hand and rubbed against me for the entire tour, and cuddled close when we’d stop someplace for Renata to do a ‘show ‘n tell’ about some aspect of the yacht. She was very well informed.

The lower floors on the yacht were comprised of staterooms with ensuite baths, crews’ quarters, and a few other mechanical rooms we didn’t visit. The third deck, where we’d spent the afternoon and dinner, was the primary ‘daytime’ living deck, with a huge living room that opened onto the aft deck and the kitchen.

The upper or fourth level was for the captain and crew, and I learned that some of the security forces were also using that space. We met the captain, John Thetos, and one of the security men who was nameless and looked about as big as my father’s old boat. He was not someone to trifle with. We learned a third security man was sleeping and preparing for doing double duty on night watch and overseeing the autopilot as the captain napped.

Renata also mentioned in an offhand way that there were weapons stashes all over the yacht – ‘enough to withstand a significant assault or illegal attempt to board.’ That gave me pause for thought.

After our tour, we joined the others in the third deck living room. The lights had been seriously dimmed and to my surprise one of Mel’s porn videos was playing on the large screen television. That turned out to be Warren’s doing. He laughed when he saw my reaction. I teased, “Oh, I’ve seen this movie before so I know how it ends. I promise not to give out a spoiler.” That got a hearty laugh out of him.

Mel was with Mark. She was sitting naked in his lap, more or less in a reverse cowgirl, with his cock inserted into her vagina. She’d shed the light-weight cover-up she’d worn at dinner and for our tour. Her upper body was turned so they could French kiss and make out rather heavily. His hands encapsulated her large and jiggly breasts. Except for a little squirming around by one or the other of them, he was mostly just soaking in her quim as they made out. I went and kissed her and wished her a happy evening. He looked surprised, but gave me an evil grin and went back to pawing at my wife’s body.

Grace asked whether we could do the same thing. She’d come right up to the couple with me, still holding my hand. I noticed her staring at where Mark’s cock went into Mel’s vagina. I teased and said, “For sure, but first, I want you to stimulate those two by licking from his balls to her clit.” I gestured at the sexual connection of the two people.

Mel heard my request, and assured Grace that she didn’t have to, but Grace was already getting down on her knees preparing to do my task by sizing up the landscape. She gave me a wink, too. She took hold of Mark’s balls and gently jostled them in one hand. She licked all over his ball sack, taking time to tell me – and Mark – that his musky taste was rather nice.

Grace then really went to town, lapping along the sack and the underside of Mark’s cock, right up to where it penetrated Mel’s pussy. Her licks were up a half-inch and back almost that much, and then a little bit more. She slowly, but with a lot of licks and tongue action, worked her way up to Mel’s pussy. By then, Mel was hornier than a Louisiana tree toad in the spring time. Grace tried to suck Mel’s clit from her body, and, strangely, in the process, elicited an orgasm from Mel – and not a small one.

Grace rose and kissed me. I licked her face and could taste Mel and probably Mark. Ah, the things I do for love.

I sized up the rest of the room. The others had also coupled up. I particularly noted that Margo was with Brad, and that Wendy was with Paul – her father. She gave me a wink. I knew her well enough to know that her mindset for the trip was to breakdown some barriers for herself and with a few others. I couldn’t see Paul’s face, but if it were mine, I would have displayed great eagerness at the forthcoming coupling. At that point, everyone was nude, and there was also a lot of oral sex going on.

Grace and I took up a portion of a long sofa that was against some outside windows and ran almost the length of the room. Out the window, across a vast black expanse of the Gulf of Mexico, there were the twinkling lights of the homes and building along the west coast of Florida.

I devoted some serious romance time to Grace, making her breasts an object of attention, before shifting to her pussy. That was when her orgasms started. I worked on that area for over a half-hour with great results, according to Grace.

Finally, she’d had enough and ordered me inside her. I didn’t play games. I rose over her, and she steered me into her body so we could make love. I lured her into some Tantric sex, and we lasted a long time before we created a mixed set of near simultaneous orgasms.

When I extracted, Renata was there to clean me up with her mouth. She then went down on Grace and sucked my cum out of her insides, occasionally using her fingers to aid in the process. Grace had something akin to an orgasm from Renata, too. That made the younger girl happy.

I gestured to Renata and she gave be a broad grin before swallowing one load she’d recovered from Grace. We kissed and snowballed the admixture of fluids she’d amassed in her mouth. We traded back and forth, and then I shared them with Grace. She was initially surprised, but then traded them back with Renata. At that point, they were just about gone.

Renata kissed me and said, “My turn. I get you for the night, unless you have other plans?”

“I’m yours and very glad about it.”

By the time we slept, we were both exhausted and I’d had one of the most intensive orgasms of my life. Renata told me the same thing – I’d made her Top Five List, and she couldn’t remember the other four.

MEL

I fucked Mark after our Friday evening dinner, or rather he fucked me – or we fucked together. Whatever. It was good.

I fucked Paul, again. He got two out of me in one day. Great afternoon. Greater evening.

I fucked Warren, again. He was two-fer, as well. He dld good and also left me wanting more of his brand of loving.

Dave saw me with those three men in the yacht’s large living room. He nailed Grace, and then headed off to be with Renata – the cute little crew member on the boat. He signaled that they were going to her stateroom – a place she’d pointed out on our tour.

I went to bed in ‘my’ stateroom about midnight with Carl. I always did want to fuck a country-western singer, and this guy was even considered a rising star. I did get a rise out of him, but I had to work for it. He was barely functional since he’d been with Margo and Lisa before me. I proved that I could raise the dead and create yet another enjoyable time for myself.