One year ago...
As befit a yacht outfitted for orgies, the tanning couch on the aft sundeck of
Katmandu
was plushly upholstered and big enough for half a dozen people to use at once.
At this moment Nicole and Mai Jacobsen lay on their sides in the center of the couch, kissing passionately and caressing one another's naked bodies in the warmth and brilliance of the midday sun. They mirrored one another, each with one leg outstretched and the other cocked high at the knee so that they could be easily penetrated from behind. Marc Jacobsen was fucking Nicole while Brandon's prick was deep inside Mai's pussy.
The two well-hung young men, each inside the other's mother, fucked the women in rhythm so that with each thrust into their pussies Nicole and Mai were pressed snugly against one another, their tits and tummies rubbing together wonderfully.
"Oh yes," Mai breathed. "Your son is an fine young stud, darling, with a beautiful cock. You should be a proud mother."
"Mmmm...I'm a very satisfied mother," Nicole replied. She squeezed her pussy muscles around Marc's prick, holding him in place for a moment to luxuriate in the thrill of being so completely stuffed with cock meat. After several seconds she relaxed and he began pumping his hips again. "Thank you so much for inviting us along on the cruise."
"Don't be silly," Mai said. "I can't imagine party fucking without you two now. Brandon's become one of my favorite partners, and you..." she reached up to fondle the redhead's tits..."I couldn't keep you from my other friends. I would be depriving them of some extraordinary fucking."
There were at least two dozen guests along on this week long island-hopping cruise, all either personal friends or business associates of the owner. As busy as everyone had been with fucking and sucking ever since they'd left port, Nicole hadn't yet met the young man who owned
Katmandu
, a certain James Andrews. She had made the intimate acquaintance of quite a few other new playmates however.
They included Lindsay's biological father Sean, a wealthy European banker. Right now father and daughter shared a low deck couch a few feet away from Nicole. Lindsay lay on her back with her father kneeling between her thighs. Her small, firm ass was elevated by several cushions so that Sean could easily enter her. His hands were on her knees, holding her slender white legs high and wide apart. His hips rocked gently as he pushed his big cock into her clasping pussy and withdrew it very, very slowly.
Lindsay's eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open in a dreamy expression of pure bliss. As Nicole watched, Lindsay's younger brother Tony walked over to join the incestuous coupling. He touched the tip of his cock to his sister's lips. Without opening her eyes to see whose cock it was, Lindsay snaked her tongue out to circle the head of the cock. The young blonde woman uttered soft, low cries of pleasure as she continued to mouth only Tony's cock-head, moving one small hand up and down the whole length to urge him toward a creamy explosion.
Another nearby deck couch was occupied by Althea Carole and her daughter April. In spite of her aversion to snobbery Nicole admitted to being impressed that this Mr. Andrews moved in such circles. Althea was easily the most famous person on the boat, a world-renowned and award-winning Hollywood actress for at least two decades. Now in her early forties, at first glance she and twenty three year-old April might have been taken for twins rather than mother and daughter. Both were tall, blonde and slim with the kind of arched cheek bones and pixie noses that cameras loved. They shared an elegant, almost regal carriage, a way of seeming to glide rather than simply walk into a room or even up a ship's boarding plank.
Ever the attention-loving performer, Althea had entertained the assembled guests in
Katmandu's
lounge on the first night of the voyage with a live show. Ascending a small stage hand in hand with April, mother and daughter had stripped one another and then engaged in a long display of sixty-nine and mutual masturbation, all to the smoky strains of a live jazz ensemble.
That had set the tone for the week very nicely indeed.
Now mother and daughter writhed naked on their couch, hands clasped tightly and those long movie-star legs scissoring around one another as they elegantly rubbed their dewy pussies together.
Mai followed Nicole's gaze, smiling ironically at her friend's open-mouthed fascination. "Quite scandalous, I'm sure," Mai purred. "Fortunately James assures the absolute privacy of all his guests."
"Who is this fellow?" Nicole asked. Brandon peered at her over Mai's shoulder, rolling his eyes.
"Christ, Mom. James Andrews only owns half the fucking Internet!"
"Speak respectfully to your mother," Mai chided, slapping Brandon playfully on the ass. "Just keep that lovely cock moving, hmm? Your son exaggerates, Nicole, but perhaps not that much. James has done extremely well in online commerce. Unless I'm mistaken he skipped college to go into business for himself, and somehow managed to make a fortune on the Internet while everyone else was losing theirs in the dot.com bubble collapse. Excuse me, dear...may I borrow my son for a little while? I'd like to do a double."
"Of course," Nicole said. She and Mai both rolled away from their fuck-partners.
"Lie on your back, darling," Mai instructed Marc. When her son was in position she planted her knees on either side of his hips, facing away from him, then reached behind to grasp his rigid prick. She guided the shiny purple head up between the cheeks of her small pear-shaped ass, positioning it against the bud of her asshole. "Nicole has such a wet, wet pussy," she breathed. "I'm sure she's adequately lubricated you for Mother."
Marc held on to his mother's hips, steadying her as she relaxed her anus and pushed herself slowly onto his prick. After a moment's resistance the head disappeared inside her all at once, slowly followed by more and more of the giant throbbing stalk of his cock.
The sight of her best friend taking Marc up her ass never failed to astonish Nicole. "I don't know how you can stand it," she said for what must have been the tenth time.
"Ah...I've told you before, sweetheart, the biggest...unngggh...cocks make the v-v-very best ass-fucks." Mai grimaced and screwed her eyes shut as she forced herself further and further down on to her son. "You truly don't know what you're missing."
"I'm going to have to trust you on that," Nicole said.
"As you wish." Mai lay back on her son's broad chest and unfolded her legs out straight. Marc brought his hands up to fondle her breasts. He pinched her nipples and tugged the elastic tissue up taut while she wriggled against him. Her legs spread wide apart and her hairless pussy glistening wetly in the bright sunlight, she beckoned to Nicole's son. "Now, please, Brandon."
Brandon beamed proudly at Nicole and climbed on top of Mai, driving his hard fuck-meat all the way into her cunt with a single stroke.
"Aaaiiiii! Aahhh, aaahhh, aaaiiieeeee!" Mai screamed. Althea and April, who'd moved from grinding against one another into another session of mother-daughter pussy-licking stopped momentarily and raised their heads in alarm. Nicole understood that. Anyone who didn't know Mai Jacobsen would have thought from the noises she made that she was being tortured.
Nicole knew that her friend was coming from the intensity of being penetrated by two big men. The redhead pushed two fingers into her own melting pussy and frigged herself excitedly as she watched Mai thrash and shake between her young lovers.
Only Lindsay was oblivious to the spectacle, as Sean kept up his deliciously slow fucking of his daughter. Her father was the most expert and patient swordsman Lindsay had ever known. Having him inside her was almost an out-of-body experience for the young blonde and she would remain in an erotic trance until he brought them both to simultaneous, thundering climaxes. She was dimly but pleasantly aware of Tony pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. A dozen men could have lined up to take their turns between her tender sucking lips and she would have drowsily swallowed their loads as long as Daddy's cock was in her.
Nicole could identify with that, she mused ruefully.
"There's insatiable, and then there are the Jacobsen women." Nicole looked up over her shoulder, startled by the unfamiliar male voice. The tall, deeply tanned stranger smiled disarmingly and offered her his hand. "James Andrews, ma'am."
"Oh!" Nicole felt herself flush. She could see this amused him, and she had to laugh at her own sudden and unlikely modesty. "Nicole. Nicole...Crane," she offered, rising to her feet.
"Charmed," Andrews said. He was clean-shaven, with clear blue eyes and close-cropped hair almost as dark as Mai's. So powerfully built that had her friend not just explained his business to her Nicole would have guessed him to be a professional athlete, he was also younger than she'd expected, probably not yet thirty years old.
Wearing only deck shoes and blue yachting shorts, Andrews seemed absurdly overdressed on this voyage. Nicole felt shy again and casting her eyes around the deck didn't help much. Everywhere she looked people were naked and engaged in sex of one kind or another in couples or groups. "T-this is quite an impressive ship, Mr. Andrews" she stammered.
"James...please." His eyes followed hers. "It's a nice retreat from the world," he said with a shrug. "Have you had the tour?"
Nicole shook her head.
"Well then, allow me the privilege," James said, offering his arm. He glanced back at the threesome humping and thrusting away on the tanning couch. "It looks like Mai is going to be greedy with the guys for a while, and you're far too beautiful to sit neglected."
