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This is a continuing story. The beginning of the story was called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts.
As noted in part 6 the story now becomes four different stories, all overlapping in time but best told as one at a time. The other ones are called "Carrie", "Monas story" and "Breeding" and the prolog is in drywood part 6. This is another one with the start in part 6.
Yvette had told me:
"We have an invitation to go sailing"
My answer was easy
"Great. I like sailing; I haven't had much chance lately. Why and where and when?"
"One week from now. A good friend of mine has bought a new boat, so he must sail the old one up from K-town to S-harbor and exchange them. It's a rather large sailboat so he wants company."
Said and done. We drove to K-town me with my kitbag from the navy packed and Yvette with three rather big bags full of stuff. The 'boat' turned out to be a big one.
Yvette's friend George obviously had toned down the size of this. But ok it was a boat but much larger than I had expected. I have spent many summers sailing as a sailing instructor in my teens and the last three in the royal navy before starting another career completely.
George was all smiles and good humor. Pushing on fifty, I guessed, but in very good shape, made him about ten years my senior. Sporting a bush of red hair on his head and a red beard covering a lot of his face. Looking a bit like some kind of pirate with the short sleeved shirt and boardshorts.
"It's great of you to help me. I have bought a bigger boat and need some help sailing it back to town. I imagine it will take about four or five days for us to sail north to S-harbor. Then a day to shift everything and some four days south. It's me and you two, my daughter and my deckhand."
We could read the name of the boat in the stern "Liza III" and it was not a small 'boat'. It was a sailing vessel. A sleek and well equipped sailer, at least 42 foot and certainly capable of sailing in most kinds of weather. George invited us aboard and showed us the cabins. One big aft, where George resided. Two small ones stern and portside as you got down. A small galley just on the port side when you came down in the salon and shower and so on in the corridor going forward. Up front a slightly larger cabin with a skylight. We opted for that one and placed our bags on the rather big bed in the center of the cabin. The Cabin was nice and light and had a small opening so you could get up on deck directly.
Finished we went aft and George handed us a beer each and we sat down in the spacious and really nice and certainly well-equipped cockpit of this ship. Yvette and George had known each other for a long time and they told me the story about themselves and George together. He had invented something and started a company around the invention, making a filthy amount of money selling it to a competing big company. Three wives had left him four children. The name on the boat Liza was from his first wife, who died young and whom he had loved to bits.
She was Liza I and the first boat was Liza II and now this one Liza III soon to be exchanged for Liza IV. His children were named Lucy, Ingemar, Zusanne and Annie. The oldest girl, Lucy, was an investment banker in GB and took care of his money, making him another heap of money all the time. Number two was some kind of tinkering tom and building special cars in a garage somewhere. Zuzanne third girl was at university doing some doctorate in nanophysics, happy with that. It was number four, Annie, daughter in his last marriage that did not end well some ten years back, that was going to show up the next day. Annie will be here sometime around ten as he said. And with the comment that she is no good with timekeeping either.
Annie was mad at everyone at the moment. Having had a stormy and difficult relationship with a guy who turned out to hit her and in the court process thereafter they found out that he had a wife and two kids back home in his country. Now he was spending time in jail waiting for extradiktion forever.
Next to arrive was a white van with a well-known shop logo on the side. Unloading several big cartons of food on the dock and sprinting away, as is the custom among those white van men. Hopping out was also a rather small girl in green shorts and a black T-shirt. George rushed ashore and enveloped the girl in a big hug and started telling everyone and no one where things should be stoved in the boat.
"And this is my deckhand Miriam. She is the perfect helper with the boat and a lot of other things."
George said with a big gesture to the girl in the black T-shirt.
I had gone ashore to help loading boxes and things, and the girl went over and gave me a big hug.
"You must be R. Nice to finally meet you."
About 1,50 tall, pretty face, about 30 years old and built like a professional climber or some extreme sport like that. Now oozing efficiency and lifting heavy and cumbersome boxes. Miriam and I started to store everything where it belonged, and that gave me an opportunity to familiarize myself with the inside of the ship.
Just when the last items were stored a cab stopped on the dock and the cab driver, muttering obscenities on a foreign language, opened the trunk and unloaded two big bags. Handing a tab to check the things to Miriam and taking off like there was a fire somewhere. Miriam explained:
"It's a new mainsail, and a genoa, for Liza VI -- George thought we needed them and ordered them on the fly last week."
We dragged the heavy sacks to the sail locker and put them in place with some work. And on the way I got the story about the term "deck hand". George had rented a boat some years ago and put in an ad in some sailing page on the net about hiring a deck hand to help him sail. Fifty-five answers and he just selected Miriam out of the blue, and they had been together ever since. In more than one way.
"We sail tomorrow morning, around 11. Annie or no Annie. Now it's time for some food."
Time was getting late, and everyone was hungry so preparations for something to eat were not amiss. Soon we sat around the table in the cockpit, in the sun, with a lot to talk about and no time limit. For those of you readers not familiar with the Nordic climate some explanation Is in order. Summer is short but light up here in the Nordic countries. This time of year, late June-early July the sun sets around eleven at night and it gets light at about three in the morning, giving you four hours of semi darkness at the most. Several days, and you never know when or how many, are warm and light, but part of the summer it rains, and it's a cold rain. This day was a really warm one and this time in the evening, around seven, sun was still high and warming.
As the shadows grew longer, and the wind settled to nothing, and all the sounds was drifting across the water a slight chill was setting in. Miriam and Yvette went below to change clothes into something warmer and George and I sat with a cup of coffee and a small whiskey each, enjoying life at its best.
As the sun set, we waited for the ladies, and they never showed up. We decided to call it a day and retire for the night and I went down and up ahead to our cabin, wondering where Yvette was. But she was there. Already in the berth, a sheet drawn up to her chin and looking mischievously at me. I closed the cabin door behind me and dropped my shorts and T-shirt and joined her in the berth. She welcomed me with a big wet kiss, and the comment:
"You taste of expensive whiskey"
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all."
I could feel her body, warm and inviting, and started slowly touching her all over. As usual she was slowly warming to my touch. And tasting her slightly salty body made it even better. My hands on one breast and mouth on the other did the trick and she was starting to fidget and letting out small sounds. As I was biting slightly on her tit I let my hand travel downwards along her stomach and down between her legs. Suddenly I felt her free hand gripping my cock and holding it. It was by now rigid as a tool and sticking straight out. When I let my hand travel in between her legs and start to feel its way to her by now rather moist folds she was making almost whimpering sounds and started to tug and draw me closer.
"Stop teasing me. Come on. Get it in!"
Her voice was almost breaking, and she was almost dragging my rod towards her opening. As I moved my hips up and put my weight on her she pulled her legs up and grabbed my buttocks almost dragging me towards her. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance, and my cock went straight in her. She let out at deep sigh as I bottomed out and after only a few slight movements I could feel her cramping and shaking and almost lifting me off the berth.
"Grr.. Oh my.. Holy Crap..."
Her voice was loud, and I could feel her climax building as I was moving back and forth. I also knew that I was not going to last long when she was squeezing me so hard, and sure enough after just a few more shuffles I went in a big way. Filling her and just bottoming out in one long hold. I held on to her and just moved so that we were lying beside each other and kissing her again and again. That's when we heard another noise. Someone shouting and almost howling. Yvette whispered in my ear:
"Don't worry, it's just Miriam. She told me she tended to be rather loud when she and George was doing it."
"Sounds like she is having a good time!"
"Just like me. Even if I am not that loud!"
"I hope they didn't hear us? But I suppose they were rather preoccupied."
We didn't talk much after that but fell asleep. Sometime very early I woke up and the skylight above us was all light from the morning sun. But looking at a watch I could see that it was just four in the morning and after a quick tour to the toilet I crept back into the berth and snuggled up behind Yvette again. It's so nice lying spooning like that in the early morning and just drift off to sleep. Later I woke up again feeling that someone was moving and wiggling in front of me. My cock, now half erect, was caught between her legs and she was moving her hips back and forth so that it was touching her clit. Nice way to wake up, and as it grew harder and stiffer I could feel her getting wet and grinding herself on me. Just by moving my hips a little bit I steered so that it went straight into her. Rewarded by a ooooh sound I kept on moving and at the same time letting my hands caress her from behind. Just a short while of this and she climaxed. Quietly but forcefully. Turning around she kissed me and said:
"There are showers in the small blue building up on the shore. Let's go clean up. "
Said and done. Board shorts and a fresh T-shirt in one hand and a big towel wrapped around me. Yvette in another towel. Showering together is fun. Took a while. But eventually we were ready and met Miriam on her way to the shower.
"Breakfast in ten. Coffee in the black thermos."
She shouted as we passed.
As we sat down and started breakfast George emerged and sat down with a cup of coffee.
"Is everybody ready to get at sea around eleven?"
"Sure. No problem at all."
And said and done. We put everything away and stowed our stuff. Miriam and I started to change the moorings to get ready to let go, and started to get the sails ready. George disappeared below with a muttering about starting the 'bloody engine'.
I looked at Miriam and asked:
"
Why? With this wind we can easily sail out of this harbor."
"I know. But he doesn't like sailing out."
"Ok. Let's do it anyway -- or what do you think."
I could see her thinking and liking it, and we intensified getting ready and was deep in preparations, when an battered Uber showed up on the jetty and discarded a young person with four plastic bags as baggage. Sandals in brownish color, jeans with more holes than material, some kind of hoodie in black with the hood up over a baseball cap. It was hardly possible to see that face.
"Annie, true to form."
Muttered Miriam as the silent girl angrily collected all her things and went straight aboard and without a word down in the boat. But that meant that we were ready to get out. I called Yvette up from the galley and told her to ask Annie if she wanted to help cast off and sail out. Yvette and Annie came up and Miriam told them to hold on to the lines fore and aft while she took the helm and I started to roll out the jib.
Miriam looked at the little flag in the top of the mast and we could feel the wind filling the sail. As I fastened the Jib on the wrong side for leverage, I started to hoist the main sail, and when I had got that up Miriam told Yvette in the bow to let go. As the boat started to turn and the sails filled Miriam shouted:
"Yvette -- come here and help me. Annie hold on to this line until I tell you to let go!"
"But I can't sail!" Yvette protested.
"Never mind -- we will teach you. For now just hold on here."
The boat started to move out from the dock, slowly and with the aft line still attached she soon pointed straight out from the dock.
"Annie -- let go!"
And we were sailing. Miriam steered us out of the harbor and soon you could hear the water rushing along the sides of the ship. It is in moments like this that Rod Stewarts 'I'm sailing' creeps up in my head, no matter that that song was about a big British Naval Ship that is long gone and sold for scrap.
George hit his head slightly emerging from the bowel of the boat, with greasy hands and a quizzical expression.
"What the **** is going on. I can't get the engine started."
"Never mind. We are sailing."
"Rod Stewart -- I know.. "
"It's a magnificent feeling when this hunk of dead materia transforms into a living ship, a sailing vessel, a thing of its own"
"We have got a ***** philosopher aboard. Don't listen to him! Miriam do we have course set?"
"Aye aye, captain!"
And I sat down in the cockpit, just enjoying the day. It was getting warm, and as I relived Miriam on the helm, I could feel the sun beating down on my T-shirt and legs. Yvette and Miriam went below to change into something lighter and I didn't even wonder where Annie had gone to. Miriam soon came up again, dressed in a bright red bikini. Not one of those super tiny things, but enough to show a healthy tan all over. The body I had guessed she had was there all right. Compact, extremely well trained and with a nice sixpack and great proportions. Good thing she went and sat down behind me. I would have had trouble keeping my eyes away from her. I could bet she had no tan lines. I could just see Yvette in her Bright blue bikini that I had seen before sitting below talking to someone. A very pretty piece of clothing. Not revealing too much either. The figure she was talking to was Annie, still dressed in the layer upon layer she had come aboard in. Looking like a small hobbit. I had no idea how she looked and how she could survive in all that clothing in this heat.
Soon Yvette came up and sat beside me asking intelligent questions about what had just happened when we left the harbor. She put her hand on the wheel just to feel the movements and said that she wanted to learn how to sail.
"Can I steer a little -- can you teach me?"
Yvette said and stood up and went in between me and the big wheel.
"What shall I look at?"
"Compass heading -- right there, Sail - look up and check that there is no flapping in the aft part and look ahead so that there is nothing in our way"
"I'll steer a little -- you take your shirt off"
Following the mood I did. And the smile from Yvette was of recognition. My arms and legs were deeply tanned, but arms up to a point where a short sleeve shirt stops. The rest of me rather less tanned, not white as a sheet but you could see the line on my arms.
"Officer lines we used to call that"
I could hear Georges laughing voice from somewhere behind me. He had crept up and was now sitting very close to Miriam behind me. Yvette let her finger follow the lines on my arms and gripping the wheel. Standing right behind her, and helping her steer was nice, she was almost leaning against me and moving her butt against my shorts. Soon I could hear some rustling and slight sounds behind me and more felt than saw that George and Miriam had disappeared down below in their cabin. A slight movement below caught my eye and sure enough, out from the relative darkness below Annie emerged, but a very different Annie. The baseball cap was still there. Over a short cropped very sun kissed yellow hair sticking out all around. The hoodie was exchanged to a small and rather clingy top in black. Spaghetti straps and so short that I could see her piercing in the navel. The tattered jeans exchanged for shorts in light brown. All suntan, thin, tall and lean. And very, very beautiful. I put a hand on Yvettes midriff and whispered in her ear:
"What did you two talk about?"
"Never you mind, girl stuff. Keep your eyes on the compass and hold on to me"
I did. A hand on her warm and lovely midriff, and one on the wheel. Like that we remained for some time. Annie just lounged out on the cushions in the cockpit and had the expression of a lazy cat enjoying the sun and the stillness. After a while she started talking and told us a little about herself, and what she wanted, and how she felt. Yvette and I gave her our stories and we talked about boats, and life, and people, and so on.
And she went below to fix something to eat. In the relative silence we could hear the sounds from the aft cabin. Miriam was not very quiet and expressing her delight in Georges handling of her. As the sound stopped in a long sort of shout we gathered that they were finished and I could feel that Yvette was grinding herself back at me.
Annie emerged from the galley with plates with different kinds of food and commented:
"Those two are at it again. Yvette you sit down with me and then I can relieve at the helm."
Soon Miriam emerged from the aft cabin, looking slightly flustered and as it turned out very hungry. Annie relieved me and I sat down with Miriam and Yvette and just enjoyed being there. Yvette and Miriam went up topside with a blanket each to better their suntans, which I didn't think they needed, but anyway. And George emerged and we talked about the trip, and the sailing, and soon went below to study the charts. The place we were going to this first day of sailing was a harbor on a small island in the outer archipelago.
After some calculation and with regards to our speed, a little over 5 knots, it turned out that we should be there around eight in the evening. George and I decided to hoist some more sail and see if we couldn't take advantage of the afternoon wind and be there before that. Miriam was a great help getting the heavy sail out of the sail locker and with George on the helm, she and I hoisted the Genoa and trimmed the sails. Yvette protested since the galley was starting to lean over from the increased pressure of the wind.
Soon we had increased speed to some 9 knots and the slow lapping of waves on the hull was changed to a steady swishing sound. George was muttering about getting the engine running. Something about battery and power and such things. I told him to leave it alone and went down below to see what could be the problem. Diesel engines are more often than not simple machines, and this one was no different. Air, fuel and some mechanical movement and more often than not they behave. In this case it was a question of a fuel feed pump that was disconnected and a valve that was shut. After that it started and run smoothly. We decided to let it run for fifteen minutes to fill the batteries and then shut it down again. Yvette and Annie collected all the pillows from the cockpit and sat in the lower corner talking.
By now the ship was leaning so much that the orders were harness and life vest whenever you leave the cockpit. All this meant that we arrived at the little harbor a little after six and found a spot to tie her up for the night. The place was silent and sheltered from the wind and warm and nice.
"We are all invited to dinner at a friend's house up the hill. Change of clothes is ordered."
George said and pointed to a big glass and wood structure up on a hill overlooking the harbor. He handed me a white short sleeved shirt and Yvette giggled that she had the right clothes prepared. The girls disappeared down below and George and I changed into white shirts and boardshorts.
Yvette came first. She was dressed in blue. A kind of midnight dark blue with almost a sparkle in the texture. The dress looked spray-painted on her body. Spaghetti straps over her tanned shoulders and low cut in the back so you could see that she had no bra under. It was short, ending just so that it was decent but not much more. She came up to me and took my hand and put it on her hip. I could feel nothing beneath the soft fabric of the dress.
"Just imagine...."
She said with a smile.
Miriam's dress was deep red, sparkling and the same soft fabric. Spray painted on her very toned body. You could see her six-pack and the muscle in legs and arms. Since she was a bit shorter than Yvette the dress covered a bit more of her upper legs, but again. Nothing under, you could see it. George formed an ohhh with his lips and had to feel her hips and back.
Annies was dark and soft green. She was taller than the two and the dress ended high up on the legs. The effect was legs forever. She was just stunning. All three was sporting sandals and Yvette had a small bag in her hand.
"Red, green and blue. Great, explains the white shirt!"
I said with a little laugh.
Annie looked at me and smiled all over:
"RGB-the colors of a screen- you are right. Combined they make white."
Walking behind this trio was pure delight. Poetry in motion as they walked up the short path from the harbor. We were greeted by a smiling guy about George's age and with a completely bald head and suntan all over the arms and legs. He had got the memo about white shirt. Yvette disappeared in the house behind him; she clearly had been here before. Five minutes later she came out together with a tall young woman with jetblack hair down to the waist, and a body like a runway model. She was dressed in a pink, or rather deep purple, dress, just the same fabric and model as the other three but ending just above the knee. Clearly not one size fits all. George introduced them as Harry and Liza.
"Wow a Pink Lady -- so the idea was a blue lagoon, a kir royale, a grasshopper, and three white Russians?"
My comment made them all laugh and we went thru the house and out on a big wooden deck overlooking the harbor and just basking in the evening sun. There they had prepared a light but nice dinner and a lot of drinks, beer, and wine of different kinds.
As the evening progressed the touching and feeling became more and more intense. I had Yvette all over me all the time and the two others were the same. At one time I could see Liza with a faraway look in her eyes sitting on the couch, and when I looked down I could see that she was sitting on Harry´s hand. I could just imagine what his fingers were doing. And I could see that Annie probably felt a bit left out, even if Yvette and Miriam was giving her a fair bit of interest. Yvette even whispered in my ear that she wouldn't mind taking her for a ride, as she expressed it.
Some time during the evening I found myself sitting in a big sofa with George, and a large Whiskey and feeling just great looking out at the sunset.
"What do you think of Annie?"
He suddenly said.
"Don't know her that much so far"
"Beautiful young girl? Right?"
"Yes- Very!"
"She drew a bad card with this M-guy she hooked up with, and he was not nice to her at all. I know he was a bad egg, but as usual she wouldn't listen. Finally we had him prosecuted and tried and so on, but she needs someone to be nice to her, and she needs to get laid by someone who is gentle and nice and knows how to do it. Like you."
I didn't know what to answer. I am sure I blushed. But George just blundered on.
"Yvette has told me a lot of good things about you, and I know you two would be great for her. So if the moment arises don't think that I would protest. Go for it, she needs to get laid. Just make her smile again."
No more was said as Miriam came walking with the light behind her. The dress was nearly see thru in this light and every part of her body was glistening in the sun. She walked over and sat on Georges lap, facing him and the hem of the dress rode up on her hips, and I could see that George was looking straight in her eyes.
"I think I want to go back to the boat.... now..."
She said and moved her hips back and forth. I climbed out of the sofa and went to find Yvette. The evening was coming to an end quickly I felt.
Back at the boat Miriam and George went below and closed the hatch and I said goodnight and went to secure the moorings and check everything for the night. When I came to our cabin Yvette was already in bed and looking at me with a big smile. Completely naked and beckoning me to just come to her. I crawled in between her legs and started to kiss my way from the knees upwards, and fondling her breasts with my hands at the same time. When I got to the inner parts of her hips she was panting and meowing and as soon as I hit her clit she just exploded. Shaking and undulating and I could feel the nubs on her breasts as hard little buttons. I kept up the licking and nibbling until she went over the top and then I crawled up and laid beside her. She gripped my rock hard penis with her hand and just panted:
Soon she started to move around again and pushed me over on my back and laid herself on top. Still with the grip she steered me. I could feel that she was just flowing with juices and she sat herself down on my cock with ease. Taking it in all of it in one go. Sitting down and starting to grind slowly as she bottomed out. She soon had another orgasm, not so hard this time, but enough to tighten the grip around me and that made me loose it and just giving up. Warm, contented, and tired after a long day we just drew the sheet up and fell asleep. But not for long. Suddenly I could feel movement in the bed and someone creeping up beside Yvette. Looking over her I could just make out Annies face.
"It¨s not fair. I am the only one left out here."
She whispered, and continued:
"Yvette said I could come here if I wanted. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not"
I said. I could see that Yvette was moving to hold on to her, and soon the two had changed places so that Annie was wedged in between us. I could feel rather than see that Yvette's hands was walking all over her body from behind. Annie stretched out and took my free hand and placed it on her own breast. It was smooth and firm, and the little knob was poking into the palm of my hand. When I moved a little she cooed like a contended cat. As I kept up the moving, I could feel that Yvette was starting to nibble away on the other one. Soon we were biting softly on both her breasts and I started to lick her body around it. Yvette was working her way down and was soon eating away at her between her legs and I could hear her breathing getting ragged and short. The way she was pressing her hips up to meet Yvettes face was telltale and soon enough she just went over the edge and started to shake and pant. Sweat was pouring from her and I could feel the breast being all prickly.
I soon had Yvette all over me, I could feel she was demanding more, and as we were kissing and I was holding on to her she raised up and steered my steel hard rod into her snatch and went down on it slowly and surely. Bottoming out I could hear her heaving a deep sigh in my ear. She kept up the shaking and moving and I started to longstroke in and out of her and she just lost it. Gripping me like a steel hand with her pussy and almost shaking like a leaf. I stayed inside -- bottom -- and waited for her to calm down.
"That was heavy. You two are something extra."
Annie sighed and raised her head and gave me a big kiss and then turned on her side and gave Yvette another one. Yvette had started to move her hips and I answered until she had another orgasm and I sprayed her insides. We fell asleep in a heap and I woke up in the morning spooning Yvette and with Annie behind me. Warm and nice and contended.
"All hands on deck!!!"
George was shouting from the cockpit and we had to scramble to get some clothes on and Annie hurried out to find something to wear.
Laughing he told us to hoist sail and get things going -- time was running away. Anchors aweigh, and so on. I looked at the clock and it was not seven in the morning but away we went. We had a full days sailing ahead.
Miriam at the helm, George and me hoisting sails and Yvette losing the moorings we sailed out and started a long stretch. Calculating to hit the next harbor, a secluded bay between two small islands around seven in the evening.
The bay between the islands was really secluded, deserted and very still in the evening. So nice, and so deserted, that we decided to take a swim. George was first out of his Shorts and in the water -- declaring in a loud voice that skinny-dipping was the order of the day. The rest of us followed with loud splashes and the water was warm and clean and still. I had opted to be quick in the water and was soon followed by the two mermaids Yvette and Miriam. Just to look at them made it difficult for me to imagine getting out of the water with a raging hardon. Annie followed soon after. Tall lean and moving like a real swimmer in the water The two of them started to tease and touch me all over and I was quick to answer. The game soon started into groping and kissing.
As the water chilled us out we decided to get out of the water. Taking all the pillows from the cockpit and laying them out on the floor turned it into a big bed in the sun. Sheltered from all and warm and still. Drying each other off with the big towels soon turned into more touching and feeling. And I was tasting the salty water on their tits and legs and so on. Soon they pushed me down on the pillows and I had Annie sitting on my face as I was tasting my way around her folds and crannies. She was not sitting still so I had to nibble and lick what she presented to my mouth. I could feel Yvette fondling my cock and drawing it back and forth on her snatch until she suddenly just sat down on it taking the entire length in one go.
"You got that big thing into you in one go? Wow.. how does that feel?"
Annies voice was somewhat disturbed but I heard her envy.
"Sooo nice. You should try!"
"May I?"
"Sure, be my guest. Let's switch places."
And they did. I heard the plop sound when she raised herself up and my cock left her. And felt Annie leaving my face, soon to be replaced by Yvettes familiar folds and cranny's. I went to work on her in earnest. At the same time, I felt Annie gripping my rod with both hands and steering it into her own now very wet vagina. Slowly she lowered herself and I could feel how I was widening her tight velvety snatch inch by inch. She did a few inches, rose up and started again. All the time panting and holding on. Slowly she had half of it in and started to bob up and down in earnest. By just sitting down she got it all in, and I could feel by the constriction on the tip that I had bottomed out.
"Wow, he is touching things in there that is new to me. My last one was not big like that. Feels great."
And she started to gyrate in small movements so that her clit grinded on my pelvis with every movement. It didn't take long till she was panting and oohing, and I could feel her climax coming on. I gave her a few waves with my cock and helped her by moving a little. The orgasm hit her like a freight train. She just collapsed forward, and Yvette caught her and held on as she shuddered and shook. The ooh sound was replaced with an almost primal little scream.
As Yvette almost helped her to get off I could feel her juices flowing out of her all over me. She flopped down beside us and Yvette replaced her on my dick. Riding me as she wanted and soon she joined me in a forceful climax.
We had to get back in the water to get some of the sweat and juices and such of our bodies and when we came out again, it all started over. This time we even had an audience it turned out as Miriam laughed and clapped when Annie zoned out from an intense missionary fuck.
"Anyone feel for some food?"
Miriam was dressed in a minimal bikini. It was supposed to have been blue but the sun and water and such had taken most of its color away. Sun tan all over and with the setting sun behind her. A pure picture of beauty and summer.
>To be continued<
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