It has been a while since I managed to get an entry in for MMMonday. Who would have thought that being on a cruising yacht travelling around would be so damn time consuming???
The idea for this scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. I hope I have done it justice.
Sun peeked over the horizon as Lucy stretched in bed. Beside her Megan stirred,
“Today is the day,” she mumbled sleepily.
Lucy squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Four days of denial had sharpened her pussy to even the slightest stimulation. Four days of watching other women be pleasured instead of her had seemed like an eternity.
“I think you are lucky being the last one,” Megan sat up in bed beside her. “Being first was fun and all but the guys were kind of restrained and awkward. You have had time to suss them out and they have had time to watch you and wonder.”
“I am worried that they will have fucked themselves silly by now,” Lucy slid out of the warmth of the blankets.
Megan laughed, “They are guys!” she scoffed. “Not only that they have been waiting all year for this. They are not going to let you down.”
Lucy pulled out THE outfit. And slid the tiny skirt over her hips. After three days of shorts and baggy t-shirts the coolness of air around her pussy was even more enticing.
“Fuck you look hot in that!” Megan commented as Lucy tied the front of her white t shirt over her bare breasts. “If they don’t fuck you stupid I will!” Lucy giggled and wiggled her bare arse cheeks at her friend as she left the cabin.
“Dayam Gurl!” Hector exclaimed as Lucy entered the galley. Lucy grinned and gave a small twirl. The tiny gathered skirt flared out displaying a freshly shaved pussy and a perfectly tanned arse. “Those boys are gonna eat you alive.” Hector minced around his domain putting together Lucy’s breakfast. For this trip the diet of Lucy and the other three girls had been designed for a purpose; to keep them glowing, energetic and, most importantly, tasting sweet. Lucy devoured her Danishes and sipped on the smoothie Hector prepared according to his secret recipe.
“Don’t be nervous gurl,” he soothed as he watched her chewing on a nail absently. “These aren’t frat boys. They will treat you real good.”
Lucy smiled gratefully. When she had signed up for this trip she had been a little dubious but her friend Megan had encouraged her. “It will be an adventure!” she had exclaimed. And it had been Four girls, four men, a very expensive motor cruiser in a totally secluded location. And Hector, the minder of the girls, preparer of meals and keeper of secrets. For these four men this trip was their annual hall pass. Four days of sunshine and access to young, beautiful women, no questions asked by wives or girlfriends, no tales told upon their return. The girls all had to sign documents ensuring their silence on anything that happened on board. In return they were guaranteed that they would not be forced to do anything against their will. Hector was vigilant in ensuring their health and safety.
Lucy drank the last of her smoothie and stood up from her stool. Hector smiled warmly,
“Remember, you have the right to veto anything, any time.” He looked very serious. “These boys know that they must behave like gentlemen or they will have to deal with me!”
Lucy smiled, the butterflies had really kicked in now.
“Go on, they are waiting for you,” Hector passed her a tray of breakfast foods and took up a second tray to follow her through the tiny hallway to the lounge area where the four men were sprawled around.
“Good morning gentlemen,” Lucy smiled sweetly at them all, but her eye went straight to Nathan. The men were in their early thirties. They were all successful in their professions, they all enjoyed their weekend sport. In short, they liked to work hard, and they liked to play hard.
Nathan had been the one that caught Lucy’s eye on the first day. Tall and dark and clean shaven. He was the quiet one of the group. When the other men were fussing around the girls he would sit back and watch. Sometimes he would partake but often he seemed happy to watch. When she had been sunbathing on the front deck she had sometimes seen him watching her.
As she leaned over the table to place her tray she felt a hand on her arse. Gentle and tentative. She turned and looked into the eye of Jason, the most active one of the group. When the girls gossiped about the men at night in their cabins they all agreed that Jason’s wife was frigid and this trip was Jason’s annual sex allocation.
“Good morning,” she smiled sweetly and straightened up to stand in front of him.
“I love this skirt,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He stopped at the hem of the skirt, “May I please see what is underneath?”
Lucy was surprised at the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he expected her to swat him away. She smiled sweetly and stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. His fingers trailed lightly upwards and stroked the smoothly shaven skin of her pussy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and moved slightly closer to his face. Lucy glanced around the room. Nathan was on the opposite side of the table, as ever, watching quietly. Their eyes met, he gave a slight nod. Lucy felt a surge of confidence.
Her gaze dropped to meet Malcolm, sitting next to Jason at the table. His eyes were hungry and a quick glance downwards revealed a large bulge in his boardshorts. He sat back with his arms spread, not hiding his desire. In the girls’ cabins the gossip was that he was the horse of the group.
“You will feel every inch of him,” Megan had told her. “So fucking amazing,”
Jason dipped his fingers inside Lucy’s slit, grazing her swollen clit. Despite being around sex and seeing and hearing sex every day the girls were not allowed to masturbate. For Lucy, this had been the hardest. She had to wait the longest for her “day” and the sounds of fucking and women being pleasured had been exquisite torture. Jason’s tentative stroking was almost enough to push her over the edge. She leaned forward and gripped the table for support as he dipped his fingers inside her.
“She is so wet,” Jason murmured, “She is almost gagging for it.”
He pressed his face against her cunt, using his tongue to stroke her swollen pussy before penetrating her. Lucy moaned in pleasure, opening her legs, inviting him to penetrate her deeper. As Jason responded, greedily devouring her pussy Lucy felt another pair of hands on her butt. She looked back and saw Brad, the fourth man standing beside her. His cock was standing out proudly before him. Despite the pleasure of being penetrated by Jason’s tongue Lucy wanted more. She needed to be filled.
She shuffled herself around so that Brad could stand behind her while Jason could still lick her. She felt his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she pushed back against him, hungry to be filled.
“Greedy girl,” Brad held her firmly with the tip of his cock against her entrance. He held her hips firmly as he controlled his entrance filling her slowly, inch by inch. Across the table Nathan watched her intently. Nothing about him gave away what he was thinking. As he started fucking her Lucy closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure of being fucked while Jason lapped greedily at her clit. Animal noises escaped from her throat as an orgasm shuddered through her.
Beside Jason Malcolm had removed his shorts and sat watching with his hand moving slowly over his cock. Lucy licked her lips and looked into his eyes. She was aroused even more by the desire she saw there. Without speaking she pulled away from Brad and stepped neatly around Jason to sit astride the beautiful cock. Megan was right, she felt every inch of him, and it was incredible. As she began to move her hips back and forth she heard Malcolm’s breathing coming hard and fast. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.
“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he panted.
Lucy moved faster. A crease formed in his brow. She sensed he was close to the edge. Her cunt craved his cum she wanted to power to make him cum. His hands gripped her hips and his breath came in short sharp grunts.
“Cum for me,” she grinned at him. “You know you want to!”
“Are you ready?” he panted.
Heat filled Lucy’s body. This was what she wanted. To hear them cum because of her. To know they wanted HER and couldn’t control themselves. Malcolm stiffened. His head fell back,
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned as he emptied himself into her. For a few moments she leaned against his heaving chest before she turned her gaze back to Brad.
“It’s your turn next,” she smiled slyly like a lioness in heat. “I hope you have a load ready for me,”
Brad grinned, “You know I do baby. But first Jason wants to clean you up.”
Obediently Lucy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Greedily Jason lapped at her pussy sucking Malcolm’s load from her. Lucy pushed his face against her cunt. She wanted to grind down on him but he shook her off and kneeled between her legs.
“Brad can wait,” he slipped out of his shorts. “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. Are you ready for another load?”
Lucy grinned eagerly, “As much as you can give me,”
Two loads later and Lucy lay back on the couch smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her morning had been everything she had hoped for. There was only one thing left.
Finally Nathan stirred he moved around the table and took her hand, “Now that the amateurs have had their fun let’s get down to some real business.” He led her away to his cabin. Lucy smiled to herself. Megan had been right. This definitely was an adventure.