Ginny’s Witnesses Ch. 02
“Read Chapter 1 to catch up. Here, Ginny’s sexual odyssey continues.”
My life hadn’t really changed since we’d come on vacation. Regardless of the reasons, the night before I’d fucked the village Chief, with three of his female servants assisting, all to make up for a misunderstanding of local customs. And still, the only person I trusted was my widowed father-in-law, JJ, who was also the incestuous father of my three-year-old daughter, Andi. In the 48 hours since our arrival for vacation on the miniscule Pacific island of Pohnpei in Micronesia, I’d already been the recipient of a native’s sperm, planted in me by a 60-year-old hereditary politician. Because of our original agenda to shoot photo essays, JJ had captured the entire episode on video and with digital cameras.
We were up early and JJ informed me that we were spending the day visiting the ancient island city of Nan Madol, a stone fortress built around 500 AD on a reef southwest of the village. We were going by canoe, spending half the day snorkeling amidst the marine life, and swimming in the lagoon. As protection from the sun, I wore a long-sleeved blouse over my bikini top, and under my sarong of the day I wore my bikini bottom, just a thong. I clipped my hair back at the neck and covered my head with a straw hat, since it would be hot and windy on the way. Before leaving I spent breakfast with daughter Andi, who seemed not to be missing me at all, given her many new friends, aged 3 to 14.
We seemed to be flying over the waves. Using two outrigger canoes, I sat at the very back in the stern seat of one, with the object of my attention, Leiuanu, the yummy 20-year-old who was the Chief’s son, at the front of the boat I was in, leading five other rowers at first. Then, he relinquished his seat at the bow and moved back to sit in front of me. I’d wanted him so much the previous night after fucking his father that, now being close enough to touch his broad, muscular back made me wet. As the trip went on, though, my fantasy cooled as each of the lead rowers exchanged seats to sit in front of me – as do geese in their long seasonal flights – in a marvelous display of energy-saving teamwork. JJ was in the other boat, with a similar crew of six, using his cameras as we plied the blue-green water.
That morning the Chief’s virile-looking son had told me that I could call him Anu, short for his full name. I watched him, excited, leading his canoe mates in the deep chanting that is the hallmark of Polynesian rowers as they plunge their paddles tirelessly into the earth’s mother, the sea. Anu was back in the lead seat as we neared our destination, steering the boats through an opening in the ancient settlement’s reef, with his back glistening in the sun. All of the boys’ bodies seemed adapted to – or had profited by – this method of travel, since their bronzed upper frames fairly gleamed with the familiarity of their tasks, performed without a wasted motion, as we voyaged across the frothy chop.
It had been years since I’d experienced such a feeling of giddy freedom, sailing along the water, and a lump formed in my throat. I hoped that Lee, my mother-in-law who’d died of cancer, was watching us from Heaven, and was approving of JJ’s enjoyment. As well, I was selfishly relieved at having had a taste of sex the night before – even with the aged Chief, but especially with the lissome, brown girls and their hummingbird tongues – and was blissful at the fact that I felt so young, even as a mother at age 25.
We arrived in Nan Madol lagoon at mid-morning. The boys beached and moored the canoes – much to the curiosity of a boatload of tourists that had docked from the town of Kolonia – and Anu and I took off on a hike to the old stone temple. JJ wandered off to photograph the adjacent fort, and the other eleven of the boat crew set up large umbrellas on the beach, where we’d later have lunch. In the meantime, I discovered, they’d consume two large containers of “sakau”, the island’s alcoholic beverage, since the Chief had given them the day off. They reminded me of American college guys during Spring break…swimming, whooping, drinking and carrying on.
“Why did your ancestors build here, Anu?” I asked.
“Worship gods,” he said, pointing out the huge basalt rock blocks that had formed steps, walkways and the ruins of the temple.
“Which gods?”
“Before be Isokelekel, boss warrior ruling all islands. Look,” he said, pointing up the hilly slope to the spectacular Keprohi waterfall. “We go?” Anu asked.
“Sure,” I agreed, grinning, “…we go.”
Several minutes later we were at the base of the slope, next to a clear pool, being sprayed by mists from the falls. Now alone with him, I stripped off my sarong and lay down on it, baring my tanning, bikini-clad frame to the sun…and to his eyes.
He sat a respectful distance away, looking off in the distance, smiling at his friends who were running drunkenly about, down on the beach fronting the lagoon. What a young gentleman! I thought. Here I am, nearly naked in front of him and wanting in the worst way to feel some physical…sensual…no, sexual contact, and he’s amused by his buddies!
“Are you afraid of me, Anu?” I asked.
“No. You are woman of Jay. He no give you to me,” he confessed.
So that was it! I needed to be a gift! Well, JJ, you old reprobate, later we’ll have to strike a deal! I thought, wickedly. Gawd, I wanted to fuck this guy!
I turned over on my laid-out clothing and handed Anu a tube of sunscreen. “Rub, please,” I requested, wanting to feel his hands all over me. I didn’t have to harbor this wish for long, since his magnificent, strong fingers began to gently massage the ointment into me from my neck to my toes. When he got to my butt I reached back and pulled the thong from my crack, mewling something invitingly, which prompted him to smear the slick goo between my cheeks and on my rectum. While he was in that vicinity I spread my legs further and arched my ass up to him, hoping that he’d reach between my legs and stroke my pussy. But, he didn’t. He didn’t! Patience, Ginny, I thought, my heart beating rapidly.
When he’d finished with my feet, I flipped over quickly, my breasts heaving underneath my string top, and gave him my most direct sexual invitation. “Now, Anu…do all of my front…please, Anu,” and brought his slippery hands with mine to my breasts, squeezing them and gasping to show my enjoyment as I looked into his eyes.
He stopped, applied more sunscreen to his palms, and worked down from my neck, impassively, as if my invitation had meant nothing. He covered my tits, squeezing my nipples under my string top with his fingers, then down my belly to my…yes! to my pussy!…yet bypassed it at the critical moment…to go below my crotch, then proceeded down my quivering, muscular thighs and calves to my toes. I was breathless from panting by the time he’d finished, and moaned from frustration as he leaned back to sit on his heels.
For what seemed like minutes – though was only seconds – we looked at one another, not saying a word, until his erection began to flag underneath his flowery native loin wrap. I’d never been in the company of any man who’d exercised such sexual restraint, nor had I ever been known to demonstrate the same. Finally, somewhat embarrassed, I gasped, “Let’s go have lunch!” and I straightened my bikini before we rejoined JJ and our canoe mates down on the beach. My whole body was buzzing with desire, and I’d leaked what seemed like a cup of moisture into my dark green thong.
I just nibbled at lunch, with JJ noticing my distraction. Under our umbrella, I was seated on a towel in front of him with my legs slightly spread. Finally he said, so that only I could hear, “Honey, maybe you want to do a little wading, ’cause I can see more than a little juice wetting your crotch. It’ll keep the boys from getting overexcited.”
Well, dammit! I thought, I’d like to get them excited! My whole body’s screaming for attention, and everybody’s acting as if I’m not here! Okay, I decided, check this out, all you guys! I stood up, stepping into the sun, and leaned down to straighten my bikini top over my full tits.
The boys stopped their murmuring conversation as I turned around to look down at my butt, slowly brushing it free of sand that had adhered to the sticky sunscreen. The rear thong string had disappeared into the crack of my ass, but I wasn’t about to pull it out. I had a tight, muscular body and I wanted them all to get an eyeful. I wanted them to be so excited that they’d spend the rest of the day and the whole night jerking off to my womanly image if they wanted to. I leaned over and cleaned my legs free of sand to my ankles, lewdly displaying my barely concealed pussy under my thong. With that, I started to stroll toward the placid waters of the lagoon and heard an audible exhalation as a dozen young, virile males released their collective tension.
I knew how to be sexy when I walked. For over a year of professional skating in the Ice Capades I’d focused on stimulating audiences sensually by shaking my booty. That had been the whole point. So, I gave my brown, youthful audience a show as I strolled slowly, pointy-toed, to the water’s edge. I rolled my hips – my taut butt cheeks – as I took dainty steps on the hot sand, all the while my shoulders-back posture drew stares from white tourists on the beach…most of whom appeared to be tit and ass-watchers.
I waded into the very warm water and it rose to my knees, then my crotch, then up to my breasts, then my shoulders. I quickly dipped my head under the water and was suddenly surrounded by a frothy, silvery mass, pressing into me from all sides. My earlier calculated strategy immediately left me and I panicked. I was being attacked by millions of little fish! I flew up out of the water and screamed, prompting Anu to sprint into the lagoon and swim after me.
The water was boiling! There must have been billions of them! Little silvery fish less than three inches long were everywhere, nipping at every bit of my skin that was under the water! They were even under my suit, especially the thong, but also under my top, kissing at my nipples! Yes…they were kissing at me, not nipping…and…it felt…so good! Better – a dozen times more powerfully sensual – than any Jacuzzi I’d ever felt!
By this time Anu had reached me and lifted me effortlessly in his arms. I wrapped one arm around his neck and giggled, my panic vanishing. “You saved me, Anu!” I said, now embarrassed at my public display of fright. “It’s okay…you can put me down,” I said, which he did, and I faced him with the water lapping at my chin. The millions of little fish resumed their incessant kissing, and I spread my legs under the water – pulling aside my bikini thong in front and back – and let them have their way with me.
“You okay?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“Ooohhh…yesss,” I gasped, as I reached out to grasp his forearms under the water to hold up my rubbery legs so that the kissing throng could continue their gentle massage of my excited clit and rectum. I leaked pussy juice that they devoured without pause, and the fishy swarm also picked at microscopic tastes in my butt crack, as I plead to Anu, “Hold…still…Anu…still…Anu.” Their countless little mouths soon brought on the first numbing rush of an orgasm. It started at my clitoris and its tendrils slowly enveloped my whole body until I was moaning and trembling. “Anu, ooohhh, yesss, I’m…I’m cumming…Anu…cumm-mming…Anu, cu’…cu’…Anu…Anu…Anu,” I gasped continually, as the millions of my little sea-borne friends nibbled my entire being to a very quick climax.
Anu grabbed my arms and held me firmly until I went limp, finally regaining enough energy to walk back to shore with him. I saw JJ smiling and placing his camera back in its carrier as we returned. Apparently he’d captured the entire episode on film, with my wet blonde hair flailing in the sun as I’d reached orgasm and all on shore – including tourists – had watched. I felt shy, deflated and blushing as I walked through the crowd of lounging boys, quite a bit less arrogantly than when I’d gone into the water.
“”Guramu”,” Anu said quietly to them, and they nodded knowingly, murmuring, “guramu”.
I sat back down under the umbrella, momentarily relaxed from my sudden climax, and JJ said, “This is called – roughly translated – ‘Lagoon of the Happy’, Gin. When girls come of age, they’re brought here to experience their first ceremonial orgasm…with the aid of the “guramu “fish…a rite of passage, and part of the village’s adolescent training program.”
“How civilized,” I said, sincerely, with no sarcasm intended. If only Americans could deal with sex in such a straightforward fashion, I thought, we might – I might – be a lot less obsessed by it.
“Oh, forgot to tell you,” he said. “Leiuanu agreed to do a photo session with us this afternoon in our bungalow. That reminds me, we’d better get back so we can escape the heat of the day out here. You’re already turning pink and we don’t want you to burn.”
On the way back in Anu’s canoe – wearing only my bikini – I covered myself with another coating of sunscreen, which I thought made me look shiny and sexy. I looked forward to the afternoon with growing excitement.
Back at the village most of the people were sleeping, much as Latin American and Mediterranean peoples do when they take a “siesta “during the day’s hottest hours. And it was hot! There wasn’t a breath of wind. “It’s just before monsoon season,” JJ informed me. “We’ll see some serious rain before we leave.”
I didn’t care, nor did I even want to contemplate leaving. After checking on Andi, I went back to the bungalow to prepare for the photo study with Anu. I now itched at what the afternoon might hold. While JJ and Anu talked inside, I went to the toilet and shower. I didn’t want to wash off the look that the sunscreen gave me, so I just carefully cleaned inside my crotch area…and deeply into my anus. Running a broad comb through my hair, brushing it, then applying eye makeup for photographs, I was almost ready. I dusted with facial powder to absorb perspiration and stripped off my bikini, putting on a blue and white Japanese sleeping robe I’d bought in Honolulu. Now I was ready…for almost anything.
Back inside, JJ had changed clothes, and was now wearing just a pair of cargo shorts. Anu was naked to the waist, his low-slung groin wrap a colorful bright red with white flowers. Both of them were dripping with sweat, since the temperature was about 120°. “Any ideas, JJ?” I asked.
“Yeah. Remember Smith, the old voyeur, and Jones, the horny housewife?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. I remembered the coincidence that my video character name – Jones – was the same as that of the almost mythical white American island Queen Audra.
“Yeah, weeks ago when you ‘trained’ me the first time,” I responded, recalling the first of our photo essays when we’d fucked in front of the cameras. I looked above the large bed and noticed that he’d mounted a camera on the cross beams overlooking it, with a long remote shutter cable strung out of range, and had set up others around the room, along with a videocam. A sharp pang stirred my pussy as I realized that he’d engineered this afternoon session with Anu. Apparently he’d made a “gift” of me to the young man.
“Right,” said JJ. “We’ll take shots of you on your knees, gradually showing more skin, then of Leiuanu’s body from his stomach down, then follow our noses from there. I’ll make you up as we go along,” he continued, bringing out a spray bottle of water and some glycerin.
“Think we’ll need it?” I asked. “We’re already sopping in this heat.”
“Gotta be prepared,” he said, posing me on my knees and baring one of my shoulders and a breast from under my robe. I was already prepared. My crotch was moist again, just feeling the heat of Anu’s legs next to me, as I knelt beside his standing frame. “Okay, Ginny, look down, thoughtfully,” and he snapped a couple of shots. “Now, look dreamily over at his groin. That’s it…lick your lips” – click – “now put your hand on his thigh.” I did so and Anu inhaled audibly. I saw the prominent bulge at his groin pulse once. He was, however, very controlled, as JJ snapped a few more shots and sprayed Anu’s lower belly with cold water. To the camera it looked as if he were dripping with sweat, but I’m sure the coldness shocked him momentarily.
“Now, slowly peel down his wrap, Gin…just one side of it…to show his cock…as you look up into his eyes.”
My hand shook slightly as I did so, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I peeled down one side that covered him, and for the first time saw his magnificent member. Hanging in a downward loop, with a full foreskin covering its tip, was the most beautiful uncircumcised cock that I’d ever seen. It was very dark brown, unwrinkled except the hood over his purple glans, and full of healthy young flesh. It twitched as I scooted closer and maintained the same camera angle. “Like this?” I croaked, realizing that I hadn’t breathed for half a minute.
“Perfect! Now move in front of his leg, that’s it, pull away your hair, so his cock lays just over your shoulder, flaccid; well, it “was” flaccid,” chuckled JJ. He snapped several pictures of our deeply contrasting skins, posed so suggestively. “Now look over at it, fondly. Wait a sec! Put some glycerin on it first, so it shines.”
“Oh, JJ, why bother?” I asked, and thrust my face suddenly to the side, enveloping a few inches of Anu’s purplish cock in my hot mouth. He groaned loudly and raised on his toes as I sucked at him, moving my head forward and backward a few times, then I pulled off of him to leave a trail of saliva linked from his glistening tip to my lips. Looking at JJ I asked, “Is it shiny enough now?”
Uuhh…yeah…fine,” he mumbled. “Gotta get you to follow direction…,” he continued, snapping away as Anu’s fine staff filled completely with blood. The water we’d sprayed onto his stomach had combined into three long trails of perspiration that coursed down his belly to be lost in his kinky pubic hair.
“Maybe we can just wing it from now on, JJ, dontcha’ think?” I asked, shrugging out of my robe. “We’ll do the modeling work…you do the photography.”
“Just remember where the cameras are,” he said, as I turned my attention to my young Micronesian lover, pulling his wrap quickly off his hips to finally marvel at his nakedness as the garment dropped to the floor. I finally had him! I wanted to devour him! As I’d imagined I’d do nights before, I kissed him all over his tight belly and moved my hand slowly up from his knees to his crotch, softly palming his scrotum. I was in a bigger hurry than I’d wanted to be for our first time.
I rolled his large balls in the one hand and, with the other, reached up to stroke the firm, chiseled planes of his pecs down to his strong stomach. His balls continued to move in my palm, swimming in their ocean of hot semen, I imagined, as my other hand grasped his nearly hard staff, pulling back the silken foreskin to bare the crown of his purple glans. Holding back the foreskin, I began a sweet torture, first only breathing hotly around him, then flicking my tongue around the head, then closing my lips around his smooth meat, gradually increasing the speed with which I drooled on him. As I did this he released the pent-up air in his lungs in small, wracking grunts, sounding not unlike a small puppy when it’s squeezed too hard.
Finally Anu’s knees began to tremble as I throated him. I pulled off of him quickly and gasped, “Lie down, baby,” and he sank to the matted bed on his back, his beautiful cock pointed to the sky. I was on him immediately, straddling one of his legs with mine and rubbing my pussy in long measured strokes against his shin as I took him to his balls in my throat. He was nearly as long as JJ, but not as thick, and continually leaked a stream of excited, youthful liquid into my mouth as I sucked at him, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back to the angry purple head.
She looked at her watch and realized “He” was about to come back. She needed to get ready and do something spectacular for his first trip back to the room…something to make him want to come back again. She went to the bedroom and looked around trying to get ideas. Seeing the roses that had been in the room when they got there, she had an idea. She began to take the rose petals off of the roses. Eventually she had a pillowcase completely filled with them. She closed the curtains and turned off the lights. Leaving the room completely dark except for a single rose scented candle she lit near the head of the bed. She laid down on the bed one leg up slightly and turned in the typical centerfold look. Then she began to spread the petals all around her. Her creamy whit skin was laid out in perfect splendor with deep red rose petals covering only her nipples and part of her mound. Trying to calm her breathing, she waited patiently. Very soon she heard the door to the suite open. She heard him call her name teasing that she had better not have put clothes on then he opened the door. Through half closed eyes she watched the reaction she had hoped.
He stepped into the room and saw the scene she had set for him. His jaw dropped in disbelief then his eyes filled with lust. He slowly undressed as his nostrils flared and he drank in the scent of the roses filling the room. She watched him undress and felt her arousal deepen but she stayed perfectly still so not to spoil the scene.
She watched him finish undressing and saw his now hard cock pop free and he removed his boxers. She loved seeing his reaction to the scene she set but loved even more the lust in his eyes as he carefully crawled on the rose petals. Each time he moved forward he crushed petals and the scent filled the air. He began kissing her toes, then her ankles slowly inching his way up her legs. She began to tingle as he kissed and licked her knees and slowly worked his way up. She helped by moving so that her legs were spread.
He paused to take in the scene. Looking up from between her knees he could see her lips glistening in excitement while rose petals rested on her mound and thighs framing it in erotic beauty. He wished he could take a photo but held the scene for his memory instead breathing deeply of the rose scent to help keep it in his mind. Then he began licking up her thighs again.
She sighed as she saw the desire in his eyes. The licking on her thighs was coming closer to the spot that really needed it. She could begin to smell her arousal mixing with the scent of roses and found it intoxicating. But she soon could not focus on that he was lapping at her thighs and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing his hair and forcing his mouth exactly where she wanted it. His tongue got ever closer till she could feel his hot breath on her lips. She waited for the electric shock of his first contact with her wet lips. She waited and then he moved again back down the other thigh. Then up again he came even closer this time but still not touching her. She could feel that she was so wet she was beginning to pour down to the bed all the while he kept teasing and not touching until when the first flick of his tongue hit her it was a tremendous shock and caused a moan to escape her lips. Then he pounced/ His mouth engulfed her while his tongue attacked her clit with a fury that made the orgasm inside her build so fast she found herself unable to contain it. She came hard and fast and furious. Then while she was still quivering her mounted her and began to fuck her hard pounding her deeply until she felt the second on beginning to rise inside her. He became like an animal the sound of slapping of his balls on her ass hard and loud filled the room. She clamped and squeezed him as hard as she could with her talented vaginal muscles. At last it paid off he began to cum hard inside her filling her up with his hot cum; throbbing inside her as she came again. He collapsed on her and she savored the feel of his weight and the smell of their sex mingling with the roses.
All too soon he arose and got dressed to head back to his meetings for the rest of the day. She laid there resting for a while then got up. She began to wonder what she would do about housekeeping. No sooner had she thought that when she heard the door open and a woman’s voice said “housekeeping!”. Hearing no reply the housekeeper began to clean. As the housekeeper neared the bedroom Tara decided to busy herself in the bathroom. She cleaned up and was fixing her hair when she heard the gasp. The cleaning lady had just seen the mess of all the rose petals all over the bed and floor. Tara watched her from the reflection in the mirror; she had not seen her in the bathroom yet and was staring at the bed. She approached the bed and appeared deep in thought as she ran her fingers through the petals. Then she sat down on the bed, her feet over the edge and laid down on the petals. Tara’s view did not give her a good look at what was going on; she moved a little to be able to watch in the mirror.
The housekeeper began to touch herself on her breasts lightly then ran her hands down to her skirt, sliding it up to reveal that she was wearing no underwear. She began to slowly touch her pussy while breathing deeply the fragrance of the rose petals. Her rhythm quickened as she parted her lips and rubbed her clit. Then she reached inside her pocket with one hand and pulled out a small dildo and began rubbing herself with it. Then she inserted it. It had a small piece sticking out that touched her clit and she began to fuck herself with it. As she became more excited, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small control of some sort and flipped a switch. As soon as she did she leaned back in obvious excitement and quickly came in long hard shudders.
Trying to get a better view, Tara slipped and knocked a bottle of shampoo off of the counter. The crash startled the housekeeper and Tara quickly jumped on the toilet to pretend to be going to the bathroom. The maid jumped up and began to clean off the bed then called out loudly “Housekeeping”. Tara replied “In here” and the maid said something in Spanish and began to clean up. Tara apologized for the mess but not getting any response pretended to finish and flushed the toilet then made herself more presentable. She wrapped herself in a towel (technically not clothes) and walked into the bedroom. The maid looked at her sheepishly but continued working quickly as Tara continued on into the room she had already finished.
The housekeeper finished the bedroom and bathroom in record time and quickly left the suite. Tara felt sorry for “Rosita” as her name tag had shown but was also amused by the whole thing. She wandered into the bedroom to see how the rose cleanup had gone and noticed several petals under the edge of the bed. Bending down to get them she saw something else under there.
Picking it up, she saw a small black box with an on/off switch and two dials one marked “speed” and the other “intensity”. She suddenly recognized it as the on Rosita had used to power her dildo. Tara giggled to herself and put it where she could find it. Suddenly she got an idea to ease her boredom. She walked over to the bar and picked up the phone and a container of creamer. She dialed housekeeping and explained that she had accidentally knocked the creamer off of the bar and it spilled all over, then asked if they could send her housekeeper back to clean it up. They assured her it was no problem and she apologized profusely. Hanging up, Tara spilled the creamer on the floor as she had described then sat on the sofa with the remote control hidden in her hand and waited.
When the knock on the door soon came it was followed by the opening and then the call “housekeeping”. Tare called “come in” from her vantage on the sofa. Then she hid behind the morning paper, pretending to read it.
Looking around the paper she watched the housekeeper kneel down to clean the floor by the bar. It was time to see if she had removed it, Tara thought. She turned the intensity and speed dials as low as they could go and switched the button to “on”. Then slowly she dialed it up. Rosita gasped slightly but continued working. Smiling to herself with a perverse pleasure, Tara turned both dials up a little more. Once again Rosita paused and flushed with embarrassment or excitement she looked around to see if Tara had seen her. Still hidden behind her paper Rosita seemed satisfied that she was somewhat safe. Tara turned both dials to full and waited.
Rosita made a gallant effort to keep working but her movements became slower and slower as whatever was going on under her skirt obviously became too much of a distraction. Soon she was just kneeling there over the remainder of the soiled creamer riding out feelings. Tara began to move the dials up and down varying the speed and intensity until she saw Rosita begin to shudder then a look came over her as she obviously came quickly and hard. Tara took pity on her and turned the remote off. Rosita quickly recovered then and finished cleaning up. She glanced back at Tara and seeing no movement from behind the paper she stood up and made to leave. Tara folded the paper and stood up thanking Rosita for cleaning up the mess. Rosita pretended to understand what Tara said and mumbled thank you. Then Tara handed her a five dollar bill she had taken out earlier and wrapped around the remote like a present. She handed it to Rosita. Rosita opened the five and seeing the remote, blushed deeply and rushed out of the room. //
to be continued…
Meanwhile, on Karin’s suggestion, I had moved the boat close to the rocks to make it easy for the party to come on board.
I had expected that they should put some clothing on before entering the boat but no, they came as nude as we were.
“Hi, I am Lisa and that is Elsa and John,” one of the women said as soon as they entered the sun deck. “Elsa and I are twins and to make it easier for people to know who is who I have shaved my pussy. As you can see Elsa has hair on hers.”
While she talked they stepped forward to shake hands with Mrs and Mr M-.
They certainly weren’t shy. Mr M- at first looked a bit shocked, from the language or from the boldness of the woman I don’t know. But he soon recovered and looked pleased with a smile on his face.
Mr and Mrs M- started to make small talk to the party and were busy taking in all the lovely nudeness on display. They were especially interested in Inga and Anders. It was understandable because of the total difference in body sizes and looks compared with theirs. I guess you are attracted to differences. But Mr M- was also interested in Lisa’s shaved pussy and full breasts. He had a hard time to choose which woman he should stare at.
Mrs M- had a simplier choice. Her eyes seldom left Anders.
“Hi Tom, what a nice coincidence that we should meet out here. But it is such a lovely day isn’t it?” Inga chatted on as if we were sitting in the office over morning coffee. Instead she sat in front of me stark naked being a lovely sight. I had a hard time finding a place to rest my eyes.
But I couldn’t refrain from looking at her now and then. Mr M- wasn’t the only one to admire her body. And I had an excuse to look at her when she chatted with me. But it was hard to look her in the eye and not let my gaze drop. I didn’t manage. She noticed it of course and each time smiled very pleased.
I noticed that she discretely kept Anders alert. She stroked over his back. She brushed her hand over his cock. She let her hand rest on his upper thigh. She wanted to keep his cock semi erect for the pleasure of Mrs M-.
Then I noticed that Mrs M- wasn’t the only woman to admire Anders. Karin had busied herself serving drinks and snacks but was now seated across from Inga and Anders. And her gaze almost never left his body. She squirmed in her seat and blushed slightly when she saw me watching her.
I was busy watching the naked woman and trying to make small talk in between. I had watched Mrs M- and Inga but now I found that Karin also was very interesting to look at. She had been my assistant for several years and I had always taken her for granted and not regarded her as the lovely woman she suddenly had shown to be.
Karin had auburn hair and I had always thought that she dyed a mousy fair hair. But now I realized that she was a red head. Her pussy hair had the same auburn color as her hair. She was not the pale type of redhead but had a darker complexion. I suddenly realized that she had a lovely body. Nice big round breasts and a round stomach at the bottom of which her delicious dark red pussy bush grew.
She uncrossed her legs unaware of my looking at her. Her pussy lips parted and her pink inner lips were slightly open and glistened in the sunlight. She was so interested in Anders that she allowed me a good long look before she crossed her legs again.
I looked up and saw Mrs M- watch me. She smiled and slowly uncrossed her legs. This time she let them remain open. I was the only one sitting directly in front of her. She eased down a little in her seat and leaned back. She parted her legs enough for me to see but not the others. I saw a big smile open in her pussy bush. Her swollen inner lips were light brown and she was wet. She looked me in the eye with a steady smile on her face. Her hand rested on her belly with the fingers bent inwards except for the middle finger that pointed down at her pussy. She tapped it a few times. Her smiling face was calm when she winked at me.
I looked down at her pussy again and saw her pussy open up and then close again. She could open her pussy entrance at will. She did it several times at a steady pace and her middle finger tapped her belly to indicate every change. It was formidable.
I suddenly recalled having read that Thai women could smoke a cigarette with their pussy. They placed a lit cigarette in the pussy entrance and were able to close it seal tight around it and suck air inwards through the cigarette. It needed excellent muscle control. And now Mrs M- demonstrated the same type of ability to me. Amazing.
I thought I had to do something. I smiled at her and made a small bow.
Mrs M- nodded slightly and her smile broadened. But her face was calm and still didn’t indicate the marvelous performance her pussy was giving. Suddenly her middle finger stopped tapping her belly and she closed her pussy. She sat straight up and crossed her legs. Then she broke out into laughter.
I became aware of that Karin stood by my side trying to get my attention.
“I need help to get more drinks and stuff. Will you please help me,” she asked.
“Of course,” I said and followed her down the stairs to the galley. I admired her bouncing ass when I walked behind her.
We had the stock in a compartment under the galley floor to keep it cool. I opened the hatch and climbed down the few steps into the keelson to get the bottles. Karin was preparing snacks.
“It works, don’t you think? Mr M- seems to enjoy himself,” she chatted when she moved around in the galley. “He is impressed by Inga and she turns him on. He has a hard on all the time but tries to hide it,” she giggled.
I stood up putting bottles on the floor. Karin was standing at the sink and turned to take the bottles. My head was level with her upper thighs and she allowed me a close look at her pussy when she took the few steps to get the bottles. Her pussy smiled at me, a moist smile with open, full lips.
“Oohps, I think there are more persons with hard ons,” she giggled. “Am I the cause of that?”
She was standing close to me looking down. And I was indeed aroused, first by Mrs M- and then by Karin’s sexy ass and now her pussy. And it showed clearly, my cock gave me away.
“Yes, I have to admit that you turn me on. You are gorgeous, I can’t help it,” I stammered. “Are you offended?” I added, suddenly aware of the high penalties for sexual harassment.
“Oh no, why should I be,” Karin giggled and blushed lightly. “It’s a compliment isn’t it, although a bit rude perhaps? But remember, all this is for the sake of Mr and Mrs M- and the company. Now get these bottles.” She laughed throatily.
When I came back up to the sun deck the twins Lisa and Elsa and the man John stood up. They wanted to swim again.
Lisa went over to where Mr M- was sitting to say good bye. When she was just a few feet away from him John said something to her. She stopped and turned her head and answered him. She chatted a little with John standing in front of Mr M- with her feet apart. His face was at the same height as her pussy. She let him stare at her bald pussy before she bent down and hugged him burying his face in her full bosom.
Elsa stood behind her and whacked her ass to get her to move on. Then she leaned over and gave Mr. M- a long hug as well letting her breasts stroke along his face when she slowly rose.
John was more formal. He offered Mrs M- his hand standing before her. He carefully kissed her hand and let it take some time. If she was interested in his cock she got a good chance to study it.
They went down and I followed to help them get ashore. But they decided to plunge right into the sea from the stern. But before they left Lisa and Elsa hugged me. Both gave me a full body hug pressing both breasts and pussy into my body. It was lovely but I began to wonder about their open minded behavior. Had Inga really such acquaintances?
When they had dived into the sea I turned to get back up. But I had to wait. Someone was coming down. The person stood on the first step when I reached the ladder and it certainly was a woman. Her upper body was still out of sight but that it was Inga was no doubt. I had seen her pussy enough to recognize it. It was lovely to watch her climbing down with her back to me. Her ass cheeks rotated and her pussy was on display.
She wasn’t aware of me until she was down and turned around.
“Oh my my, what are you staring at?” she said trying to sound stern but a throaty laugh took over. “But you must like the shop steward, don’t you?” She added looking at my now fully erect cock.
“Yes, yes you are gorgeous and so think Mr M- as well,” I stammered.
“Yes he does.” She said with pride in her voice. “He has got plenty of time to look at all my charms, hasn’t he? Everything for the business and the workers as agreed,” she added.
“By the way, the people that just left are performers. You pay for them. And their show isn’t over yet. But I have to pee. See you upstairs. But calm down before you go there although I think Mrs M- would like to see you in your present condition. She gave quite a performance herself, didn’t she?” She went away giggling.
I went upstairs. John and the two women were playing in the water around the boat. It looked like child’s play but we could see that it wasn’t totally innocent. They caressed each other in the water.
They climbed up the rocks and took up the procedure of drying each other. But it was more that John tried to dry both woman and they did him. This time the fondling got more serious. John caressed the breasts real good and soon had his fingers inside the pussies. Lisa and Elsa took turns fondling his cock and slowly got it erect. They weren’t satisfied until he was rock hard.
It was amazing to see his cock grow. Not that it became much longer. But it got real thick. The asparagus slowly turned into a cucumber.
Lisa suddenly knelt and took him in her mouth and started to suck. Elsa looked over her shoulder at us and then tapped Lisa on the shoulder and said something. Lisa also looked at us and rose laughingly. She took John by his cock and led the way behind some low bushes. Elsa followed and waved at us when she went behind the bush.
Now, the bushes gave shelter from on lookers at water level. But we were sitting rather high up and the bushes were thin. We could see very well what was going on.
And now they got serious. John lay down on his back. Lisa and Elsa knelt on each side of him and joined forces on his cock. John caressed the pussies one in each hand. Now and then he fondled the breasts.
It went on until Lisa suddenly cried out. She tried to muffle it but didn’t succeed. Minutes later Elsa cried as well. John had been able to give them both an orgasm.
Lisa straddled John and impaled herself on his cock with a few swift thrusts. She cried out when he bottomed out in her.
Elsa followed and knelt with her pussy over John’s face. It was obvious that John was expected to service them both simultaneously.
Lisa started to ride the cock. John dug into Elsa’s pussy licking and biting. He held her hips in a steady grip to control her movements.
The women tried to muffle their moans and cries but forgot it after a while. It was a hefty music coming from them.
John met Lisa’s thrusts and I thought that he was about to come. Maybe Lisa thought the same because her movements got frantic and her cries got high pitched. When she came she moved up and down quickly with short thrusts and then sat down hard on his cock.
I happened to look at Mrs M-. She was intently staring at the show ashore and not aware of us on board. Her legs were uncrossed and her thighs had fell apart. Her middle finger was circling just above her pussy slit. Maybe even on her clit. Her pussy opened and closed on its own. I watched her for a while. She was as lovely to watch as before and now I thought that she didn’t notice my staring at her.
Suddenly she spasmed and her body shook. In the next moment she looked directly at me and smiled broadly. Then she looked at the coupling ashore that again had got noisy.
Lisa was still sitting down on the cock. Elsa was moaning and crying out. John was busy licking her pussy and caressing her body. Elsa also reached the high pitch tune when she stiffened and came.
Lisa prepared to leave the cock. She raised her butt slightly then froze. She mad a few small thrusts up and down as if testing.
“John, Elsa, oh my god. Elsa, John is still hard,” she yelled. We heard it clearly. “Do you want him or may I go again.”
Elsa quickly rose and tugged at Lisa’s arm to get her away from the cock. They wrestled for a little while and John got up. He got hold of Elsa’s waist from behind and pushed Lisa away. He caressed her and said something we couldn’t hear. They all laughed and Elsa got down on all fours her ass high up in the air.
John positioned himself behind her ready to mount. Lisa took his cock and guided him to the entrance. His cock head slid in and with hard thrusts he forced his cucumber into her pussy. She cried out when he hit bottom.
They fucked with long hard strokes and the progress was easy to follow from Elsa’s moans and cries that got higher both in volume and height. Her high pitch tune signaled that she was near.
I looked at Mr. M-. He was absorbed by Inga who had returned and sat directly opposite him. She sat pushing her breasts forward and legs slightly apart. He must be able to see her pussy I thought. And he was indeed very aroused. Inga made small movements with her hands, slightly caressed her breasts, circling her nipples and stroking over her pussy. She followed the example of Mrs. M- and caressed her clit. She started to shudder at the same time as Elsa cried out loud signaling her orgasm.
John still hadn’t come. He withdrew from Elsa and stood up. Lisa immediately took his cock and knelt before him. She had to use both hands to reach around his massive rod. She started to jack him slowly but soon also used her mouth and she increased her speed.
Elsa returned from her heaven and came to help. They joined forces taking turns kissing and licking and it helped. John started to breathe heavily. Lisa and Elsa increased their efforts and Elsa inserted a finger in his butt hole. Both women positioned themselves in front of John and Elsa wriggled her finger vigorously a couple of times. That made it. He spurted over the two women, four or five long spurts over their faces and breasts. He stood straight up and laughed of joy and pleasure when the woman scooped up his come.
It was quiet on the boat. We were all absorbed by the show. I noticed that all three women had a hand pressed over their pussy.
The spell broke when John and the women laughingly appeared from behind the bush and leaped into the water. Inga and Anders rose and said that it was time to leave. They said good bye rather formally by shaking hands but it made them to stand close to Mrs. and Mr. M- and they didn’t hurry.
After they had left in their boat we sat down and relaxed. Mr. and Mrs. M- chatted excitedly between themselves. They were obviously pleased.
Karin and I got the boat ship shape. Inga had whispered to me to wait half an hour after they left. She had been standing very close to me, so close that I felt her body heat. When she whispered in my ear her head was touching mine and her breasts brushed all over my chest.
We moved on.
The route took us first out over some open waters and between islands. At one of these narrow passages we got company from another big boat. They had already slowed down when we came up alongside from behind.
“They are stark naked,” Karin exclaimed when we got close enough to see. There were two good-looking couples on board and they were indeed working on their over all tan, not only tanning nice breasts like on so many other boats we had met. And it wasn’t the first time either. When they realized that we were so close they women tried to cover themselves with a blanket. But when they saw that we were naked as well the women changed their mind and let the blanket drop. They all stood up and waved at us to do the same. We admired each other for the few minutes it took to go through the passage then waved good bye.
We went in among a number of islands. Again we had to go slow and sometimes very close to the islands.
This time Mr. M- was the first to discover something. “Look, look over there,” he exclaimed. “That couple are gardening in the nude.”
He was right. A middle-aged couple was indeed moving around in their garden. They had an overall deep tan meaning that it wasn’t the first time they were outside in the nude. They had good bodies and weren’t shy either. We got a good look.
It was now in the middle of the afternoon and people were outside again in various state of undress. The binoculars were frequently used by Mr. and Mrs. M-
Two islands later Mrs. M- discovered something.
“Over there, look,” she burst out. “Hand me the binoculars, quick,” she added excited.
Three men were standing in shallow water throwing a ball between them. They were in their twenties and seemed to work out regularly. And they were naked with good-looking cocks. At least that was the impression I got from the interest of Mrs. M- . . . and Karin.
As they didn’t seem to mind I slowed down as much as possible and drifted by real slow. The men looked up and waived. When they saw the naked breasts of Mrs. M- and Karin they cheered and shouted that the women should rise to get them a better look. Mrs. M- looked at Karin and smiled broadly and they both rose and stood proudly at the rail. The men cheered again at the sight and even more when the wind lifted Karin’s apron. She caught it and held it aside. The men saluted the women with growing cocks.
Perhaps we weren’t the only peepers. On an island opposite we discovered a woman with a telescope. Of course we couldn’t know what she was looking at but she had it aimed in the general direction of the men. Mr. M saw her first but kept quiet. Mrs. M was busy anyway looking at the men.
The woman held her telescope with outstretched arms. She was standing with her feet apart and her upper body erect. It was a splendid posture to show her body at its best. Her breasts were pulled up, her skin stretched. She was a brunette with dark pubic hair that was growing wild.
Suddenly our boat must have drifted into the narrow view of the telescope. She startled and I thought that she was going to drop down. But then she refocused the telescope on us. She smiled big when she saw our naked group and waived for Mr. M- to stand up. He did, much to my astonishment and also stroked his semi erect cock for her pleasure.
Karin just then looked around and made big eyes when she saw Mrs. M- standing up caressing her pussy for the pleasure of the three men.
The passage was rather long and took some time to pass. But everyone seemed happy; Mr. M- and the lady ashore and the men who enjoyed the lovely sight of Mrs. M- and Karin. They seemed to like to show off as well.
We passed over open waters to reach another narrow passage through a number of islands. The waters were new to me and I had to concentrate hard at the navigation. The chart showed that the channel was shallow and with rocks underneath the surface. Karin came and stood behind me to help with the navigation but in fact that made it worse. Not that she couldn’t navigate; she was rather good at it. But she leaned over me and her breasts brushed over my back and shoulders all the time and that distracted me.
We entered the channel and at the first three or four places were people sunbathing in various state of undress.
“Look, there are people,” Karin announced when we came round a turn. A man and a woman walked on the rock. They had walking boots and hats but were naked in between. They carried small baskets and were probably picking blue berries. They stopped now and then bending over.
