Part 5, Pleasure Island
The past few days have been unbelievable. I never thought being caught in the kitchen naked by my stepdaughter would have led to a family nudist vacation like this. Just minutes ago, I witnessed Jane and Jeannie sliding their palms up and down Rogers massive hard until he erupted. It was exhilarating watching from a distance; I was harder than ever.
I found it most pleasing that Jane offered me to oil Kate and Gloria earlier today. I also enjoyed them oiling me. This touching is intoxicating, I can't wait to experience Pleasure Island.
The stars were brilliant tonight. Windblown moisture permeated the air as the Calypso's bow plunged into wave after wave misting our naked bodies with a heavy coating of salt coated mist.
I caught up with Jane, Jeannie, and Roger, swaying in their hammocks, sipping their margueritas. My eyes focused immediately on Jeannie; her pristine teen body was tempting. Being given permission to shave her vagina was an amazing feat for a stepfather, one I will not forget.
"Oh, hi, dear. I didn't see you there"
"I was stopping by to say goodnight, my bunk is calling me."
"Goodnight, Mr. Bron."
Roger stood up and bid everyone a pleasant night as he sauntered off behind Bron.
"Jeannie, we should discuss last night at the bar. I have never acted like that; alcohol and the excitement of nudity can make a person crazy."
"Mom, I understand. I was intoxicated by your actions and invited Brady to eat me; I never knew a warm mouth down there could feel so good. That reminds me, I want Mr. Bron to shave me tomorrow."
"Jeannie, this nude adventure has opened up a part of me that I did not know existed. That was the first time I have ever been so daring in public. I will say it was fascinating! You are taking your pill, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes, for a year now."
"I would like for Bron to watch me being pleasured. Do you think he would agree to such?"
"Oh, yes. He is thrilled to be naked with us, you can see it in his eyes, and his....other thing.... I hope we can be naked forever!"
"Jeannie, stay close to Bron on Pleasure Island, and be cautious. I could also use a shave; I really like the look and feel of being smooth down there."
"Goodnight, mom."
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An hour passed as I swung in tandem with the Calypso's rolling motion. When I looked back over my shoulder I spotted Captain Dave, alone at the helm. I could not resist the opportunity to feel his wonderful hands on me again. I grabbed a bottle of coconut oil and headed his way.
"Good evening, Jane. I see you survived Fantasy Fest yesterday."
"I did, barely. I got totally drunk and made a spectacle out of myself at the Green Parrot. It has taken most of the day to wear it off. I am so embarrassed; I never act like that."
"Well, you are on vacation Jane. You should be able to enjoy yourself, and let your hair down."
"My hair was definitely down last night! I was wondering if I could trouble you for a massage, while I help steer?"
"My pleasure Ma'am. Hold'er to 195 degrees, just west of Cuba."
Standing at the wheel once more, I could not help but admire the starry Caribbean night sky. The feel of oil cascading down my chest, and the soft gentle caressing of his palms on my breasts in the gentle night breeze, melted me.
Suddenly, several silhouettes up by the bow caught my attention. As one turned to sit in the fabric swing, I realized it was my husband, facing straight towards me. A huge shot of adrenalin shot through me. I froze in place, not knowing what to do, as Dave rolled and pinched my nipple.
I gasped, wanting more. Was Bron watching, or did he choose to sleep outside tonight? Fright and fear rushed through my brain, but my hormones quickly took possession of my being.
The captains manipulative touch did things to my body I loved. I never dreamed I would be in this situation; I was becoming a pawn to this behavior. A slow gentle pass down my back and over each of my dimpled cheeks culminated between my legs. I could not stop him if I wanted to.
I tried to not be obvious, staring at Bron. Knowing he was watching me was intoxicating; was I proud of this? At that very second, I entered into a new phase of sexuality, one I was desperate to discover.
As the captain's thick weathered finger slid past my opening, I rose to my toes. I could feel him taunting my spot with the lubricant. The second he touched it, I shuddered, opening my stance, inviting him in. He quickly found the target, slipping at first a finger, then two, lubricating my tender pink skin, pressing the fragrant oil deep inside as he knelt and began working on my legs.
"Captain, you are spoiling me," as I relaxed my toes and took a breath.
"Yes, you deserve to be spoiled, Jane."
Each pass of his fingers slid quicker and easier inside me. My wetness confirmed my availability. I shook nervously, whimpering at the exuberant activity. The excitement of my husband watching, and forthcoming orgasm, corrupted my brain.
Frenziedly, I turned, pulling him toward me, forcing him to kneel. He reached around me with both hands and sank his mouth into my bare, soaking opening. Sparks rushed through me as his tongue entered and explored deeper. I immediately perched up on my toes and held the wheel as good as I could.
I had no control; his tongue had complete authority. My body obeyed every lick while I chanted exuberantly in front of our quiet watcher, attempting to hold the wheel and steer our course. Wave after wave of ecstasy rewarded his tongue each time it slid by my clit.
I held on as long as possible as he lapped up my juices, tempting me with his soft nibbling. Unable to contain the enduring orgasm any longer, I relinquished control, shaking fiercely, withering down, as he grabbed and held me.
"Jane, you have an amazing body, I can't think of anything I like more than treating you to such pleasure."
"Dave, you give me pleasure like no other. I must return the favor."
Reaching down I released his shorts. His hardness held on as I slid them over his inches, dropping them to the old oak planks. It felt different being the one giving and not getting. I poured the oil over his shoulders and began rubbing. My mind, and eyes, became mesmerized by his hardness. I wanted my hands on it, so I knelt facing him, and began sliding my oily palms up and down it, cuddling his balls each time. I had to taste it.
I looked up to confirm our audience was still engaged, making momentary eye contact, acknowledging his presence. Opening my mouth, I made sure to accept every inch of Dave's length. Within a few seconds, I felt him tensing up; the pulsating rhythm of his tool became more frequent as my first taste of his salty mix seeped out.
I released the beast from my tongues grip and began pumping quickly with my hands. Aiming perfectly, I placed every drop of his seed on my face as he groaned with delight. Guiding his dripping hardness, I rubbed it around my lips and face, making sure I was completely covered.
We both gazed at each other with astonishment, as I stood up, still shaking, desperate to be seen decorated like this.
"I've never done that before, Dave."
