Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

The first round of the orgy was complete.

Eleven pre-teen girls were involved, along with six teenagers and fifteen women. All had achieved climax at about the same time, within the space of less than a minute, though most of the orgasms were a result of either masturbation or fingering or humping. There was no oral sex right then, because everyone was too eager to watch Jordan fisting Dani.

Now, that was finished. Dani was definitely no longer a virgin. Her night was far from over, however. Many of the women and several of the girls wanted to have her too. It was a rare opportunity to be part of a young girl’s first real sexual experience.

Julie, on her knees next to Dani, kissed her softly on the mouth, then whispered, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, ohhh, yeah,” Dani grinned. The girl’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded. She appeared to be dazed, but also very happy. “I want more.”

“All right,” Julie chuckled, patting her shoulder. “You can have more, as much as you want. But maybe you should rest a minute first.”

The sensual curvy chef, Ana, moved in closer to where Dani lay on the padded bench with Jordan straddling her leg. At 43, Ana was one of the two oldest women on the yacht (the captain, Caroline, was the same age, though a couple of months younger).

Getting slowly to her feet, Julie smiled at Ana, then nodded at Veronica and Carol. The women, sisters, had been coaching Jordan, who was Carol’s granddaughter. Both brought themselves to climax with their own fingers within seconds after Dani reached orgasm. Jordan came a moment later while humping Dani’s leg.

Veronica took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, mostly to herself, as she patted Jordan on the bare rump. The little brunette seemed to be nearly asleep. Jordan was breathing softly, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, cheek resting on Dani’s belly.

Ana, who was well-endowed with a 40D chest, had a fetish. She liked young girls, the younger the better. She’d already had sex that evening with 10-year-old Bambi, licking the child’s hairless pussy, making her come in her mouth. And now she wanted Jordan, who was only 7.

As she massaged her own breasts, tweaking the stiff dark nipples, Ana said, “Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” replied Veronica. Carol did not say anything, but gave the woman a wink. Julie just smiled.

“I would like her, the little one,” Ana said, indicating Jordan. “May I have her?”

Carol looked over at Stacie, Jordan’s mother. The younger woman was crouching on the floor behind Veronica, fingers still up inside her pussy. She’d had two very powerful orgasms while watching her daughter fuck Dani. Hearing the conversation, Stacie opened her eyes. She smiled weakly at Ana.

“Yes, you can have her,” Stacie nodded. “She… I mean, I’m sure she’ll be glad to. She loves sex.”

“Gracias.” Ana’s gaze went from Stacie to the little girl. She licked her lips.

“Well, but first…” murmured Veronica. She knew that the next step would be rather delicate: removing Jordan’s arm from inside Dani.

She patted the child’s bottom again, a bit harder this time. “Hey, sweetie, you awake in there?”

“Oh, um, yeah.” Jordan raised her head, blinking her eyes.

“So, honey, you need to carefully take your hand out of her now, okay?”

“Wow!” Jordan giggled. She appeared surprised to find that her arm was embedded past the wrist inside Dani’s body.

“All right,” instructed Veronica, “let me ask, is your hand still in a fist? Like this?” She showed her fist.

“Um, lemme see.” Jordan stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she thought about it. Then she nodded, “Yeah, it is.”

“Okay, so what I want you to do is — very slowly, start to pull your hand out and at the same time let your fingers relax and go straight again.” Veronica demonstrated with her own hand. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Stephanie slowly shook her head, trying to catch her breath, marveling at how astonishing and wonderful it all was. As they watched Jordan fucking Dani, she’d been fondling her daughters, Hailey and Holly, playing with their hairless pussies. Although the twins still had their nighties on, their panties were gone, as were Stephanie’s. Amazingly, she had been able to bring both girls to orgasm at almost the same time by rubbing their clits — and then, only a few seconds after that, she’d had a lovely climax too, brought on merely by squeezing her legs together, and, of course, by thinking about what she was doing.

Her body was still trembling, vagina dripping, clit throbbing. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come again. But there was no hurry for that. Plenty of time.

She was on her knees, the twins leaning back against her chest, her arms wrapped around their waists. Both were still breathing hard. Stephanie kissed them each on the cheek. They opened their eyes and turned toward her, smiling. More sweet mother-daughter kisses were shared.

At a signal from Caroline, Abby left the assembled group and went toward the galley. She returned a minute later pushing a cart that had been prepared earlier. The nude young blonde went around the room offering drinks to everyone. There were shots of Red Bull and vodka for the women and for some of the teens who were allowed to try it. Most of the girls drank small glasses of Coca-Cola, but there were also fruit juices and bottles of spring water for those who preferred that.

“Are you guys, like, on the boat all the time?” Kelly asked Melissa. “I mean, do you live on it or something?”

“No,” Melissa grinned, “we live in a house in Sausalito where we go to school and stuff, eh? But sometimes in the summer we do stay on the yacht.”

“Sausalito? Cool! That’s close to San Francisco, where we live.”

Kelly and Debby were standing with Georgia’s daughters, Melissa and Jemma, chatting and sipping their refreshments. The younger girls had Cokes, while Kelly was working on a Red Bull and vodka. Her two moms sometimes would let her drink a small amount of wine, but this was her first time trying anything harder. She didn’t really like it much.

Jordan’s hand was out of Dani’s vagina. The child looked at her fingers. They were gleaming with pussy juice, and wrinkled, like she’d been in the bath too long. She smiled and licked them.

“Mmm, that looks really good,” said Veronica. Grinning, she took Jordan’s wrist, pulling the gooey fingers to her mouth.

“Wait, I want some too!” laughed Desiree. She’d stayed close to Dani the whole time during the fisting, holding her hand and talking to her. Now she wanted a taste of that pussy, or at least of her friend’s juices.

“Yeah,” said Melissa to Kelly. “Actually we live with Caroline and Charlie, you know, in their house, eh? Well, our house now. Mum and her are, like, lovers and stuff. We came here to live with them about a year ago, from New Zealand.”

“Wow, New Zealand? That’s a long way. Do you guys like it here?”

“It’s all good,” Melissa shrugged.

Jemma piped up, “I like it here. I like Charlie.”

“Yeah, hard out!” Melissa giggled. “They sleep in the same bed, in the same room as me. It’s a small house, aye, only two bedrooms. But they’re always humping each other heaps, Jemma and Charlie. You should see ‘em.”

“I like Charlie,” Jemma repeated, grinning sheepishly.

“Sweet as,” Melissa told her sister. “Like Mum always says, the more fucking the better. Girls should fuck other girls as much as they can.”

Kelly laughed, nodding excitedly. Just then Abby came by again with the drink cart. After taking one more sip of her shot, and grimacing, Kelly traded it in for a Coke.

Jordan’s hand was clean now, Dani’s juices all licked off. Between them Desiree and Veronica had seen to that. Stacie gently picked up Jordan, hugging and kissing her naked 7-year-old daughter.

Ana stood beside Stacie, a hand resting on her shoulder, the other still fondling her own breast.

“Muy bonita,” she said, taking the hand from her bosom to pet Jordan’s hair. “Una niñita tan encantadora…”

Together they went over to a nearby sofa. Stacie set Jordan down. Leaning close to the child, their foreheads almost touching, she asked, “Is it all right if Miss Ana plays with you? Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh,” Jordan nodded. “I like her, she’s pretty. Except, um — can I suck her nipples first?”

“Sure you can,” Stacie giggled. “I’m sure she would like that very much.”

Veronica stood up, smiling seductively at Desiree across the bench. The slim little blonde returned the smile. Without breaking eye contact, Veronica walked slowly around the bench, then took both of Desiree’s hands in hers. “You know, you are totally fucking hot.”

“Oh, thanks! You’re, I mean, I think you’re really sexy too.”

“How old are you again?”

“I’m 15, almost 16.”

“Nice. You’re such a little thing, though, you look even younger.”

“I know,” Desiree giggled. “Sometimes my mom will pretend I’m only about 11 or 12 when, you know, while we’re doing it, so it’s like when we started…”

“When you first started having sex?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s hot.”

Sheila came up behind Veronica, putting a hand on her bottom. “Hey, you’re not going to monopolize this scrumptious little morsel, are you?”

Veronica laughed, “No, of course not. What do you think, Desiree? Would you like to fuck both of us at once?”

“Mmmmmm… that sounds awesome.”

Desiree’s mom, Julie, was perched on the end of the bench beside Dani, who was now sitting up. Dani was sipping a Diet Coke, while Julie was downing a tall glass of juice. She’d already finished a vodka shot, and then a bottle of water right after that. For Julie, a full bladder meant hotter sex and better orgasms.

Carrying her little girl in her arms, Caroline approached Julie and Dani. “When you think you’re prepared for more, may Charlie be next? She’s ever so ready for it.”

Charlie held her small hand up in a fist, smiling adorably and looking extremely eager.

“Sure,” laughed Dani, “that sounds great! I’d love it!”

Julie nodded and smiled.

Near them, Harriet, Angela, and Jenifer were kissing, going back and forth in an increasingly heated three-way sharing of lips and tongues and saliva. There was plenty of boob squeezing going on at the same time, along with ass grabbing, crotch groping, and just general humping.

When she was able to catch a breath between kisses, Jenifer asked, “Is okay if — I am sorry — pero, for me, I want to smoke with sex, you know, cigarette? Is okay?”

Angela smiled at the younger woman. “You like smoking with sex?”

“Si, yes.”

“Sure, of course, go right ahead. In fact, I’ll have one as well.”

“Oh, you smoke?” Jenifer asked Angela.

“No, not usually. Perhaps once in a while, at a club or something. I’d be glad to have one with you, though.”

“Same here,” said Harriet. “Don’t as a rule, just the odd sneaky one now and then. But I’d fancy a fag now.”

They stepped over to a side table where Jenifer had left her cigarettes and lighter.

Paige wanted to try something new. She’d been standing with her mom and her sister as they all watched that incredibly unbelievable sight — a child putting her whole hand up inside a teenage girl’s vagina, oh my god! — and right when Dani came, Paige had a very nice orgasm herself, fingers working fast between her legs under the short nightie she was wearing.

She was pretty sure that Gwen, just behind her, and their mother, next to Gwen, had also been masturbating and had climaxed at about the same time. Next to them, Paige had seen Tina hugging her daughter Amanda from behind, with one hand rubbing her pussy. They both were naked. Tina also seemed to be pushing herself really hard against Amanda’s bottom, almost like she was riding her or something. Paige thought they both had come, although again she wasn’t certain. She’d been too preoccupied with her own orgasm.

Now, though, as everyone started to settle down again, she turned to Amanda.

“Hey, um, I was wondering…” Paige began, not quite sure how to say it.

“Yeah?” the 10-year-old smiled brightly.

“I’ve seen you, like, um, a couple times doing that thing where you sort of, you know, get on top of a girl, or maybe she gets on top of you, and then, well, you know…”

“You mean fucking?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Paige nodded.

“I like doing that. At first I didn’t see how, but then Bambi showed me, and now I can.”

“Uh-huh. Well, um, could you, like, do that with me maybe? I want to try it too.”

“Try fucking?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!”

Erin and Fiona were standing together holding hands, both naked. They grinned at each other as they watched their mom, Sheila, kissing Desiree on the mouth while at the same time caressing Veronica’s bottom.

“Wow, she’s pretty hot,” said Erin.

“I know,” agreed Fiona. Both knew they were talking about their mother.

“How long have you been thinking about her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I know you only found out about us, you know, about me and her having sex, like a week ago, right?”

“Yeah…?” Fiona puzzled.

“But, I mean, did you think about her before that? Or maybe about me? Like when you played with yourself and stuff? ‘Cause I thought about you, a lot.”

“You did?”

“Oh, yeah, all the time.” Erin squeezed the younger girl’s hand.

“Really? Um, for how long?”

“I don’t know, maybe for like a year or something. Ever since you started getting those cute little boobs.”

Fiona looked down at her chest, chuckling wryly, “You call these boobs?” At age 12, the diminutive brunette had only soft cone-shaped swells, though her nipples were enlarged and puffy.

“Aww, I think they’re cute.” Erin said as she reached out to play with her sister’s breasts, gently fingering them. She smiled as she watched and felt the tips grow stiff under her touch.

In front of them on the padded bench, Dani finished her Diet Coke, then lay down again on her back. Caroline placed Charlie between Dani’s legs. The little girl was naked, as was Dani, of course. Picking up the bottle of Liquid Silk, Julie squirted some on Charlie’s hand and wrist, then helped Caroline get the child lubed up.

When they were ready, Caroline stood. Hands on her hips, she grinned at Julie, then nodded toward Charlie, saying, “I’ll leave her with you. Never fear, she knows what she’s about. She’s been doing this with me and with other women for quite some time.”

“All right,” Julie chuckled. She turned and winked at Dani, then began licking the teenager’s clit, making her pussy warm and wet and loose again.

Gwen had listened with interest to her sister’s conversation with Amanda. Now she saw Paige remove her little nightie and then watched the girls arranging themselves on the carpeted floor, Amanda on top. They were in the missionary position, two slender preteens preparing to fuck.

Licking her lips as she began to masturbate, Gwen gazed at the girls for a minute, then looked around the room. Ana was seated nude on one of the long curving sofas, leaning back, her legs spread wide. She had Jordan sucking one nipple and Jordan’s mother, Stacie, sucking the other nipple. Stacie’s hand was between Ana’s legs, rubbing the older woman’s shaved vulva. Not far from them, Ana’s daughter, Jenifer, was eating Angela, who was lying on her back. Harriet was kissing Angela and playing with her nipples.

Gwen heard Dani moan. Charlie was slowly pushing her small hand up inside the teenager while Julie continued licking Dani’s clit. Bambi, Angela’s daughter, was kneeling on the floor between Julie’s legs now, eating her pussy. The little blonde twins, Hailey and Holly, were watching all this as their mother, Stephanie, on her knees between them, fingered their slits.

Just then Gwen saw Bridget approach Georgia, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Stephanie, masturbating. Bridget put a hand on Georgia’s shoulder. The sexy blonde looked up and smiled at the brunette, then got to her feet. The women embraced and kissed, pressing their crotches together, grinding on each other.

Just beyond them, Erin and Fiona were kissing, the older girl sitting on the floor, Fiona straddling her big sister’s lap. Gwen noticed that Caroline was standing nearby, looking down at the girls and rubbing her pussy. Now the woman knelt beside them, saying something Gwen couldn’t quite hear. Whatever it was made the girls giggle, and then they quickly changed position, arranging themselves into a three-way daisy chain, with Erin licking Fiona, Fiona licking Caroline, and Caroline licking Erin.

Glancing around again, Gwen saw Veronica perched nude on a bar stool. She was holding Desiree’s head in her hands, pulling the girl’s face into her cunt. Veronica was breathing hard. It looked as if she might already be getting close to an orgasm. Behind Desiree, who was bent over at the waist with her feet far apart, Sheila knelt on the floor, greedily licking the teenager’s exposed ass and pussy.

All this hot dirty sex was incredibly exciting. Gwen pushed a finger up inside her cunt. She wanted to make herself come — but then she looked at Charlie. The 7-year-old was crouched on the bench, her cute face close to Dani’s crotch, concentrating as she eased her hand deeper inside the warm, wet vagina. What really grabbed Gwen’s attention, though, was the little girl’s tiny bum sticking up in the air, and especially that tempting slit between her legs.

Yes, that was what she wanted. Gwen stepped over to the bench. She placed a hand on Charlie’s bottom, squeezing one of the cheeks. The child turned her head, smiling happily. “Hiya!”

“Hi,” said Gwen. “Is it okay if I play with you?”

“Certainly,” Charlie nodded, before returning her attention to Dani.

The grownup expression caused Gwen to chuckle, and made her even more eager to fuck this doll-like girl. She leaned in, sliding her hand between Charlie’s legs, stroking the smooth puffy labia, kissing and licking her bottom.

Abby came up behind Gwen. The willowy 5’10” blonde was wearing a pink strap-on dildo. She picked up the bottle of lube, squirted some into her palm, then rubbed it on the plastic phallus. Without saying a word, she positioned herself behind the tall 16-year-old, one hand on her hip, the other guiding the dildo into Gwen’s cunt.

“Oh!” Gwen was startled. She’d been focused so intently on fingering Charlie, preparing to slide a finger up inside her if she could, that she hadn’t even noticed Abby. Now she noticed her, though, feeling the fake cock enter her vagina.

Gwen was a virgin, at least as far as boys were concerned. During the past few days both women and girls had fucked her many times with their fingers — but she’d never had anything this big inside her before. Her pussy was still very tight.

“Ohhh my god…” she sighed as she felt the dildo pushing into her.

Seated on a bar stool near her sister Veronica, Carol was masturbating as she watched the action. Like Gwen, she was taking a couple of minutes to look around and observe everything. It wasn’t very often you would have the opportunity to be part of such a huge lesbian orgy — especially not one that included so many underage girls, and especially not one where so many of the women and girls were related to each other. This was definitely something to remember forever.

Carol saw all the connections Gwen had seen, and then she saw something new.

Off to the side, 12-year-old Melissa was on her knees in front of 9-year-old Debby, who was seated in a leather chair. Melissa had her face between the younger girl’s legs, licking her pussy. But that wasn’t all. Kelly, Carol’s 14-year-old niece, was getting down on the carpeted floor on her back, scooting in and looking up at Melissa’s naked crotch. As Carol watched, Kelly reached up and grabbed the girl, pulling her pussy to her waiting mouth. And that wasn’t all, either. Melissa’s little sister, Jemma, only 8 years old, was crouching between Kelly’s legs, pushing her thighs apart, getting ready to eat her.

Well, this was just too much. Carol couldn’t simply sit by and watch four young girls from age 8 to age 14 have sex without joining in herself. She got up and went to Jemma, leaning down and caressing the child’s smooth soft skin for a moment before arranging herself on her back, the little girl sitting on Carol’s face.

On the bridge, Emma saw it all on the video monitors. She glanced at the clock. Σκατά! Still 70 minutes to go before the next shift change. Her pussy was getting sore from being rubbed so much, and she had a deep throbbing ache inside from continually denying herself an orgasm.

Emma got up to walk around again, smiling and shaking her head, licking her lips. Well, she promised herself, once I do get back in there, I’m going to eat pussy and swirl ass and suck tits and kiss and trib and fuck for a long hour, doing everything I want to do. I’ll come over and over and over again until I finally pass out.

Continue on to Chapter 57

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

“That’s right, baby, that’s good,” Stacie said to Jordan, “keep moving your fingers in and out.”

Coached by her mother, the child now had two fingers inside Dani’s vagina, shoving them all the way in and then sliding them out about halfway before plunging them back in again. Dani shuddered and groaned with each eager thrust. Her pussy was very wet, making it easy for Jordan to reach in as far as her small fingers could go.

For Jordan, it was a fun new game, something she’d never tried before. She had seen other women and girls doing it, but this was a first for her, and she liked it! The feeling inside was amazing, kind of soft and fluffy, like cotton candy, but warm and squishy too. The smell was really yummy, making her want to lick and taste some more, but they said she was just supposed to use her fingers now, so that’s what she did.

As the little girl fucked Dani, Jordan’s grandmother Carol took over licking and sucking the teenager’s clit. Carol worked to keep Dani at the peak of arousal, making sure her juices would continue to flow while not quite letting her go over the top.

They were all in the expansive main saloon of the luxury yacht Carte Blanche. Surrounding Dani, the 16-year-old blonde lying on the padded bench, were not only Carol and Jordan and Stacie, but the rest of the cruise guests: seven more women and ten more girls, all mothers and daughters. Quite a few were nude by now, with the others still in their pajama party attire. They were joined by various members of the crew, half a dozen women and teenagers, along with three other little girls, daughters of the first mate and the captain.

In addition to the finger-fucking and pussy-licking in the center of the room, there was a lot more sex going on. Sisters Sheila and Bridget were in a 69 on one of the long curving sofas. Eve was now holding the doll-like Charlie in her arms, fingering her tiny pussy as the girl’s mother, Caroline, massaged Eve’s clit with one hand while fucking her cunt from behind with the other. Abby, who had been kissing Stephanie a few minutes earlier, was now involved with Stephanie’s partner, Veronica. The older woman was kneeling on the floor between the tall blonde’s legs, her hands gripping the teen’s tight bottom, pulling her in as she sucked on Abby’s clit.

Stephanie, meanwhile, had crouched down between her daughters, Hailey and Holly, so she could caress their little pussies as the 8-year-olds watched Jordan play with Dani and looked around at everything else that was going on. From where they stood, the twins could see that the Spanish lady, Ana, was licking Bambi while Angela, Bambi’s mom, was licking Jenifer, Ana’s daughter. The girls also saw their sister Kelly rubbing Debby the same way Mommy was rubbing them. Their new friend, Melissa, was rubbing her little sister Jemma that way too, and on the other side of them, Erin and her sister Fiona were both rubbing each other like that. In fact, it seemed like almost everybody was touching or kissing or licking somebody.

“All right, now we want to try three fingers, okay?” Stacie said.

Jordan looked at her mommy. “Three fingers?”

“Uh-huh. Do you think they’ll fit?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I think so. Lemme try.”

The 7-year-old drew the first two fingers of her right hand out of Dani’s pussy. They glistened with her juices. Jordan giggled. She took one big lick of the fingers, savoring the delicious taste, before adding a third finger and placing them at the opening to the tight vagina.

Carol lifted her mouth away from the teenager’s clit. She wanted to watch this.

“No, please,” begged Dani as she raised her head, “don’t stop, make me come. I need to come!”

“Uh-uh!” Julie refused. “Not yet. Don’t let her come yet. It’s better that way.”

“Oh my god,” Dani sighed, her head falling back, slender body trembling with arousal. “Please…”

Holding her friend’s hand in hers, Desiree chuckled, “It’s okay. My mom does that with me too, makes me wait all the time. And she’s right, it does make it even better. You’ll see.”

“Go ahead, honey,” Stacie urged her daughter. “Put your fingers inside now, all three.”

“Okay.”

Jordan pushed. There was a moment of resistance, but then the three fingers slowly eased inside.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Dani groaned.

Carol began licking the girl again.

“I do that with you, don’t I, Mommy?” Amanda said to Tina. “I fuck your pussy.”

Tina hugged her daughter from behind, nuzzling and kissing her cheek. “Yes, you sure do, honey. You fuck Mommy, and it feels sooo nice!” She’d had three of Amanda’s fingers inside her many times — but never more than that. Tina wondered how far they were intending to go with Dani.

Standing close by, Caroline overheard the conversation. While continuing to fondle Eve, she asked the woman, “Do your daughters fuck you that way?”

“Uh, yes, yes, they do.”

“How many fingers?”

“I… don’t know. Two, I think, but I’m not sure. Usually when that happens, I’m kind of… overcome.”

Stacie said to Jordan, “Move your fingers faster if you can, okay?”

“Okay.”

The child began pumping her little fingers in and out. Dani squealed and squirmed, eyes shut tight, face pinched. Carol backed off a bit on licking her clit so the teen wouldn’t come too soon.

“Do you like this, Debby?” Kelly asked her 9-year-old lover. They were standing to the side, just behind Desiree.

“Uh-huh, I like it, but… they’re not hurting her, are they?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve never had that many fingers inside me, so I don’t know, I guess it might hurt a little bit — but, you know, it would feel good in a way too. Anyhow, I think they’ll be careful.”

“Okay.”

They heard a girl cry out. It was Bambi, coming in Ana’s mouth. Right after her, Jenifer climaxed too, coming loudly in Angela’s mouth. A few seconds later, Eve came, with Caroline fingering her. Three quick orgasms in succession.

Jordan kept on fucking Dani with her fingers. Soon there was another climax, Abby coming in Veronica’s mouth. And then it was Georgia, coming hard as she humped her little girl, Jemma, grinding her pussy against the child’s hip. At almost the same time, on the sofa, Bridget was coming in Sheila’s mouth while Sheila came in Bridget’s mouth; simultaneous orgasms, relatively quiet for once, but extremely powerful.

Catching her eye, Julie nodded at Stacie, who then tapped her mother, Carol, on the shoulder.

“It’s time for the lube,” Stacie told her.

On the bridge, Emma suddenly got to her feet.

“Καριόλης!” she cursed, shaking her head, walking briskly around. She was trying to put off her own orgasm — not that she wanted to, but she was getting too close and couldn’t allow herself to climax while on watch.

Carol reached down, picking up the container of Liquid Silk.

“Okay, sweetie,” Stacie said to Jordan. “Um, take your fingers out kind of slowly, okay? Not too fast.”

“Like this?” Very slowly, the child began easing her fingers out of Dani’s pussy.

“Yes, that’s good,” Stacie chuckled. She was pleased to see, though, that once the fingers had been removed, the teen’s vagina was still gaping open. That was what they wanted.

“Please let me come now,” Dani almost sobbed, “I really need it.”

“Sorry, honey, not yet,” Julie soothed, stroking her hair. “Soon, but not yet.”

“Please…?”

Julie leaned down and gently kissed her mouth. “I promise it’ll be worth it. You just hold on.”

The little blonde was holding on, tightly, to her best friend’s hand. Desiree put her cheek beside Dani’s, whispering, “She’s right, believe me, it really is best this way. Mommy does this with me all the time, and it’s awesome.”

“Here, baby.” Carol reached across to Jordan’s hand, taking her by the wrist. “I’m just going to put some of this stuff on you.”

She pumped the squirt top several times, liberally applying the water-based lube to the child’s hand. After spreading it all around with her fingers, including the wrist and partway up the arm, Carol nodded in satisfaction. “That should do it.”

“All right, so…” Stacie swallowed hard. The young woman had never been part of anything remotely like this before. She didn’t want her daughter to sense her nervousness, though, so she tried to smile and keep it fun.

“So, um, the next part of this game is you put your whole hand inside!”

Jordan blinked, startled.

She looked at her mother, at Dani’s pussy, at her grandmother, and then back at Dani. After a moment’s pause, she shrugged, “Okay.”

The audience pressed in closer, a large crowd of sweaty women and girls, all nude or nearly nude, intensely aroused and eager to see. Those who had recently climaxed were still breathing very hard. Some even continued to shudder with residual spasms. But no one wanted to miss this. They got up from their seats and up off the floor, everyone angling for the best view.

Sisters Bridget and Sheila struggled off the sofa, legs shaky, faces red, wiping their mouths and grinning at each other. Hand in hand, they joined Sheila’s daughters, Erin and Fiona, near the end of the padded bench.

“Bunch your fingers together,” Carol instructed Jordan, showing her, “and then just go ahead, push them inside, as far as you can.”

“Okay.”

All eyes were on Dani’s pussy and on Jordan’s little hand, gleaming with lubricant. The tips of four fingers slowly disappeared inside, and then a bit more went in, up to about the second knuckle. But that was all. Jordan stopped.

“Push harder, honey,” Carol urged, while also gently rubbing Dani’s clit with her own fingers, trying to keep the teenager excited. “It’s okay.”

Jordan glanced at her Nanna, who gave her a wink and a smile. The child nodded, took a deep breath, and pushed — up to the third knuckle now — a heavy groan from Dani — and then suddenly the hand slipped in, all the way up to the wrist.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Oh my gosh!” said Tina.

“Oh my fucking god,” added Gwen.

“Yes, yes, yes,” sighed Stephanie, as she fondled her twin daughters.

Georgia didn’t say anything, but she climaxed yet again, grinding against Jemma.

Julie leaned down beside Dani, kissing her forehead, petting her cheek. “How are you doing, babe? You okay?”

The teen’s eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her whole body trembling. “Yeah, it’s — she — she’s fucking me — little girl — fucking me!”

“That’s right, sweetie,” Julie chuckled, “she sure is.”

On the bridge, Emma was leaning close to the monitor, staring. She had a pair of headphones on, so she could hear everything. One of the overhead cameras, zoomed in, captured the scene perfectly. Emma’s fingers dripped with her juices. Her clit throbbed.

“Tell her to turn her hand now,” Julie suggested. “You know, palm up.”

“Okay,” Stacie nodded, licking her lips.

“Did you hear?” she said to Jordan. “Can you turn your hand, upward?”

“Uh-huh, I think so.” Slowly the little girl rotated her arm.

“Oh… ooh… ohh my god…” Dani moaned.

Julie smiled, “Good, very good. And now, the fist.”

“Jesus,” Stacie sighed, dropping her head and closing her eyes. She had two fingers pressed deep inside herself, her thumb strumming her clit, and was almost ready to come.

Noticing this, Veronica took over the instruction. She stepped forward and knelt beside Jordan, placing a warm hand on the child’s back. “You’re doing such a good job, honey, such a good job. Everyone’s really proud of you.”

“That’s right, we are, and we’re very proud of you too, Dani,” Julie said, stroking and kissing the teenager’s cheek. “You still doing okay? You want us to continue?”

“Yeah, I am. I like it. Make her fuck me. I want her to fuck me hard.”

Julie nodded at Veronica, indicating they should go ahead.

“Okay, um, now, can you make your fingers into a fist, like this?” Veronica held her hand in front of Jordan, demonstrating.

“A fist?”

“Yes, a fist. Just carefully pull your fingers together, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Jordan stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, concentrating. No one could actually see her fingers moving, of course, slowly coming together inside the girl’s body, clenching into a fist — but Dani certainly was able to feel it. As the child pulled her small fingers inward, they pressed against the front of Dani’s vagina, stimulating her G-spot.

The young blonde groaned again, loudly.

“Now, keep a fist,” Veronica said to Jordan, “but, also, try to move your hand in and out a little bit, okay?”

Giving a nod, Jordan did as she was asked. Everyone watched and saw her slender arm begin to piston in and out of Dani’s sex.

Jordan did something else then too, while kneeling on the bench. Without being told, and without really even thinking about it, she shifted slightly to the side, straddling Dani’s thigh, humping her mound against the girl.

“Jesus Christ,” Sheila exclaimed. “This is so goddamn fucking hot!”

Sheila was masturbating now, and she wasn’t the only one. Fingers were very busy, all around the room. Every woman and every girl, in fact, was either rubbing her own pussy, or being rubbed by someone, or grinding on another girl or woman as they watched the action.

“Faster!” urged Julie. Jordan complied.

“Yeah!” Dani cried. “Fuck me hard!!”

Hands on clits, fingers in cunts, pussies on legs, humping, fondling, grabbing — girls and women, mothers and daughters, in a frenzy of lust — and in the center of it all, a 7-year-old girl deeply fisting a previously virgin teenager.

“Fuck me! Fuck m—EEEEEE!!!!” Dani shrieked as the most powerful orgasm of her life crashed over her.

Within the next 30 seconds, every single person in that room reached climax, either masturbating or being masturbated or humping. There were screams and cries and moans, gasps and sighs and groans, clits throbbing, cunts clamping around fingers, pussy juice streaming down legs and onto the floor, little girls and teenagers and grown women all coming at the same time.

Only one person on that yacht did not have an orgasm then. Somehow Emma was able to resist. In a way she was glad, because it meant she could watch and not miss anything. She could see it all on the various video screens, be a witness to an amazingly erotic event. And Emma was sure, too, that she would make up for it in a big way very soon. They were just getting started.

Continue on to Chapter 56

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They decided to start with Pony-Pony. That would be young Dani’s first sexual experience outside of masturbation. Her partner would be the much younger Jordan.

Dani lay down on the padded bench, which had been moved a bit closer to the audience. The nude 16-year-old was on her back. Jordan took off her panties, leaving her naked, and climbed onto the bench. She lifted one of Dani’s slim legs in her hands, pointing it straight up, then positioned her hairless slit on top of the girl’s shaved mound, sort of nestling in until they had a very close fit.

“Are you ready?” Jordan asked.

Dani nodded, biting her lip. She felt nervous and shy, even a little scared to be doing this, but also eager, excited, and very turned on. And as the cute child slowly began to move — pressing their pussies together, pivoting slightly and gently rocking, sliding back and forth only a small amount at first — Dani could feel how wet she was inside.

Then she could smell it too. Dani could smell her juices. The way Jordan was moving on her, kind of meshing their labia together, their pussies were beginning to open up, and now Dani’s lubrication was coating the lips, making it easier for Jordan to glide up and down with almost no friction at all.

Dani licked her lips. She glanced around. She was naked in a big room on a boat with a whole bunch of pretty women and girls, mostly moms and daughters, and they were all going to have sex, like in a big orgy, the kind of stuff she’d only imagined before. But this was real. And oh my god, what Jordan was doing on top of her now was driving her insane!

Both girls were breathing fast, starting to sweat. Their clits emerged as their arousal increased and soon began to meet, stiff pink buds sliding across each other, kissing, tickling, stimulating — and Dani knew then that she could come this way. She hadn’t been sure at first, it all seemed so bizarre, but now it just felt unbelievably great. And when she thought about where she was and what she was doing — being fucked by a little girl, only 7 years old — the electric thrum inside her started to grow, pulsing, tingling, throbbing, making her quiver with excitement.

Dani closed her eyes, tilting her head back, focused on only one sensation: the hot slippery urgency of Jordan’s sex grinding on hers. There were other things she could hear — women’s and girls’ soft voices, moans and sighs, maybe the sounds of masturbating — but all she felt was that steady hump-hump-hump of pussy on pussy, and of course the delicious, tickly, insistent swelling of a wonderful climax on its way.

All around the room, women and girls were pushing forward in their seats, wanting to see. Some at the ends of the row had stood to get a better look. Nearly all were rubbing themselves, and in fact Georgia had already come again. She was the very definition of multi-orgasmic: a dozen or more climaxes in a day was not unusual for her. But Sheila was getting close now too, as was Veronica.

Standing near the fornicating girls, Julie and Desiree were fingering each other as they watched, and so were Carol and Stacie. Other members of the yacht’s crew — Ana, Jenifer, and Abby — were looking in from the sides. All three were masturbating.

Dani heard Jordan huffing, puffing. She opened her eyes to discover the pinched red face of the girl, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth in a grimace. Her little body moved like a miniature demon on top of Dani’s, flashing back and forth, fucking her so hard —

That vivid image was all it took. The slim blonde shuddered and gasped as climactic spasms jolted through her. Only seconds later, Jordan was coming too, squealing and shaking uncontrollably, before collapsing onto Dani, hugging her tightly.

A few people tried to applaud, led by Caroline, the captain, but most were too busy with their hands between their legs, either very close to an orgasm or in the middle of one. The air was filled with the sounds, the aromas, the heat of aroused women and girls.

And the show wasn’t over. After allowing the pair half a minute or so to recover, Carol, Jordan’s grandmother, lifted the little girl and shifted her forward until her crotch was over Dani’s face.

Cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, forehead shiny with sweat, the child looked up at her Nanna. “Ride Pony?” she asked in a feeble voice.

“That’s right, baby. Ride Pony on Dani’s tongue, okay?”

“Okay,” Jordan nodded, starting to smile.

Dani panted “…oh my god… …oh my god…” trying to catch her breath, hoping to understand what would happen next.

It wasn’t hard to figure out. Only an inch or two above Dani’s mouth was a young girl’s pussy, pink and wet, gleaming with moisture. She had never licked another girl, of course, but that was about to change.

“Stick out your tongue,” said Jordan. “Hold it way out, like stiff.”

Surprised, Dani actually found herself giggling. But she did as she was told, extending her tongue as far as she could, then watched in amazement as Jordan used her small fingers to pull back her labia, exposing the pink bud, her tiny clitoris.

Holding herself open that way, the girl eased slowly down until clit met tongue — and then began to ride.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sheila groaned.

Sliding from the sofa onto the floor, she turned to kneel between Fiona’s legs, pushing them apart. The 12-year-old was in a short nightie with no undies — Sheila had insisted that both her daughters dress that way for the pajama party, to make things easier — and now her mother eagerly buried her face in the girl’s juicy pussy.

Following Sheila’s example, Paige knelt between her own mother’s legs, quickly pulling the sheer white panties she wore down and off — stopping for just a moment to sniff and taste the gooey wet spot in the center of the undies — and then spread Eve’s beautiful long legs open. With a happy sigh, the girl leaned forward, bringing her mouth to the woman’s sex, kissing and licking and sucking.

Further down the row, there was still more illicit mother-daughter sex: Tina was eating Amanda, Angela was eating Bambi, and Caroline was eating Charlie, with the little girl’s Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas down around her ankles.

Stephanie saw all this, and loved it, but what excited her more than anything was when Georgia suddenly got up, bringing her daughters along with her. She positioned Melissa in front of Hailey, Jemma in front of Stephanie, and herself in front of Holly. The twins were perched on their mother’s bare legs, which were now spread wide apart. Both girls had their panties off, as did Stephanie — she’d removed them during the short intermission in anticipation of something like this.

Without saying a word, Georgia nodded to her kids. Then she began to lick Holly, Melissa began to lick Hailey, and little Jemma, the 8-year-old, started licking Stephanie!

Oh my god, it felt fantastic. It was obvious that Jemma had plenty of experience, that she had been taught well how to please a woman. Stephanie leaned back, her heart beating fast, breath coming quickly, taking in the magnificent sight — a twin on either knee, having their pussies eagerly licked by a sexy mom and her 12-year-old daughter while the even younger daughter was eating her!

On the bridge, Emma was doing as Harriet had done before, watching all the action on the video monitors while also keeping an eye on the other instruments. She had a hand down inside her loose shorts, rubbing herself. An elastic waistband allowed easy access and she wore no panties, so her hand could freely roam, sliding over the smooth, laser-depilated skin, stroking and squeezing her labia, teasing her clit, often dipping down into her hot, wet vagina.

Emma had permission to masturbate while on duty, as did the rest of the crew, but she also understood that no orgasms were allowed on the bridge. She respected and always obeyed that rule, but really looked forward to getting back to the orgy and playing some more with the women and girls.

It took Jordan only a couple minutes of riding Pony until she started to get the special feeling again, that jumpy, shaky, happy glow inside that she loved. She wanted to feel it all the time, and she was so glad her Mommy said it would be okay for her to play as much as she wanted tonight, with anyone, everyone! First, though, it was Dani, that really nice girl under her.

Jordan’s eyes were closed, but now she opened them. She looked down at Dani. Their eyes met. Keeping her tongue held out, the teenager smiled. Jordan smiled too.

Then Jordan did something she hadn’t done before. Usually when she got this feeling, when that jumpy thing inside her was almost ready to go crazy, the girl would lean forward on the bed or sofa or floor, wherever she was, holding herself up while it happened. But now she was right at the end of a bench, so she couldn’t do that. Instead, she took Dani’s head in her hands, holding on tight. And instead of shutting her eyes again, like she usually would do, she kept looking at Dani, straight into her eyes.

“Ride the Pony, ride the Pony,” Jordan whispered as she and Dani stared at one another, eyes locked. “Ride the Pony, ride the Pony!”

Dani could hardly believe it — a little girl was having oral sex with her, fucking her face, getting ready to come in her mouth! She had her hands on Jordan’s bottom, squeezing the tight round cheeks, pulling her in close as the child rocked back and forth on her tongue, moving faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Ride the Pony, ride the P—  eeyahh!!”

Jordan came so quickly that not many of the others were ready. Only Desiree, standing next to her friend and rubbing her clit as she imagined being in Dani’s place — or in Jordan’s — and Ana, who was watching from a little further away and who really liked taboo — anything involving incest or underage girls — only the two of them reached orgasm at the same time as Jordan.

Ana leaned back against the bulkhead, two fingers pressed up inside her cunt, the other hand squeezing her clit. The woman was able to make her climax last, playing it out, riding the wave, fucking herself and stroking her clit at just the right time so she would continue to come, on and on, again and again. She kept her eyes open, looking not only at Jordan and Dani, but also at Caroline eating Charlie, at Angela eating Bambi, at Tina with Amanda, at Paige and Eve, at Sheila and Fiona. All this hot dirty forbidden sex drove her absolutely wild.

Now Harriet was ready too. She had arrived in the main saloon a few minutes earlier after hurriedly stripping off her clothes and donning a short black nightgown. Harriet loved watching people play, and she’d already been very turned on while observing from the bridge, so it didn’t take much longer once she was on the scene. She reached under her nightie and rubbed herself, gazing around the room. She saw the little girl come on top of Dani, which was incredible, and then she heard Ana grunting and groaning.

The engineer turned and looked at the nude chef. She admired her full lips, her curvy shape, and especially those thick brown nipples Harriet loved to suck — and as she thought about that, Harriet came.

Stacie caught Jordan just as she began to fall forward off of Dani, taking the sweaty, trembling child into her arms. Two strong orgasms in only a few minutes had left the little one nearly unconscious. Stacie hugged her daughter, stroking her, kissing her cheeks, saying how much she loved her. Carol came over too. Together they soothed Jordan, nurturing her, petting her… and surprisingly soon, the bouncy girl was ready for more.

It was time for the real deflowering of Dani, the initial penetration of her virgin pussy. After placing Jordan back on the padded bench, on her knees between Dani’s legs, Stacie crouched beside the child to give instruction and encouragement. Carol was on other side, also ready to help. With her own orgasm completed, Desiree knelt beside Dani, holding her friend’s hand, kissing her softly, telling her everything would be fine.

Julie had spoken with Dani previously and inquired about her masturbation habits. Although she hadn’t checked physically, Julie was quite certain the girl had broken her hymen years earlier, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Still, the only thing she’d ever had inside was her own finger; the teen was likely to be very tight. Opening a cabinet behind her, Julie removed a large plastic bottle with a squirt top. The label said Liquid Silk. She handed it to Carol, who smiled and nodded.

Everything was in place.

“Jordan, honey, we want you to try something new, okay?” Carol said.

“Okay, what?” the child replied, her eyes bright.

“Well, first, baby,” said Stacie, “how about if you try licking Dani, you know, the way I’ve licked you before. Sort of like Pony, except you lick and suck instead, and you’re on top. You remember how I did that with you?”

“Uh-huh,” Jordan nodded, grinning. “I liked it!”

“I know you did.” Stacie gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips. “So now you lick Dani that way, okay?”

“Okay, sure!”

After setting the bottle of lube on the floor, Carol gently opened Dani’s labia with her fingers, letting Jordan see inside. The girl glanced up at her Nanna, who gave her an encouraging wink. Then Jordan closed her eyes, bent down, and inhaled deeply through her nose, almost comically.

“Mmmm, she smells good. Just like you, Mommy!”

“Good, I’m glad,” Stacie giggled. “I’m sure she will taste good too. You start licking her now, all right?”

“Yeah!”

Carol suppressed a chuckle as she watched Jordan lean in and begin devouring Dani’s pussy. There was nothing shy or timid about that little girl! The child happily licked and sucked, eager to try each new thing as her mother or grandmother suggested it. She munched on Dani’s labia, tongued her vagina, nibbled her clit, and more. They let this go on for several minutes, giving Dani time to relax, to loosen up, allowing the erotic sensations to gradually build.

Meanwhile, climaxes were happening around the periphery. Bambi came in Angela’s mouth, and Amanda came in Tina’s mouth. Shortly after that, Charlie came in Caroline’s mouth, then Eve came in Paige’s mouth and Fiona in Sheila’s mouth. Neither of the twins had orgasms, with Georgia licking Hailey and Melissa licking Holly — it was all just too novel for them to completely let go — but Stephanie enjoyed a loud and extremely wet climax with young Jemma licking her. Veronica, watching them and rubbing herself, came at the same time as Stephanie.

Stacie and Carol gazed at each other for a moment. They were kneeling on either side of the bench, assisting Jordan. After reaching a silent agreement, both glanced up at Julie, who was standing near Dani and Desiree. Julie met their eyes and nodded.

“Okay, honey, that’s great,” Carol said softly to Jordan. “Really good job. I can tell how much Dani likes it.”

That was obvious, in fact, to anyone who looked. Dani had her head raised, looking down at Jordan, watching the little girl lick her. The teen was breathing hard, licking her lips, squeezing Desiree’s hand tightly in her own. Dani’s face was flushed and beaded with sweat, her body trembling.

“So, now it’s time for something else, okay?” said Stacie.

Lifting her mouth from Dani’s sodden pussy, Jordan smiled at her mom. “Uh-huh. Okay, what?”

“Well, we want you to try putting your fingers inside her.”

They heard Dani sigh, “Oh my god, yes.”

“Inside?” asked Jordan.

“That’s right. Do it first with one finger, okay?” Stacie held up her own index finger as an example. Then she pointed it at Dani’s vagina. “Right in there. Put your finger right in there.”

People began to get up, moving in closer to see. Bambi and Amanda came and stood near Stacie, holding hands. Their mothers, Angela and Tina were just behind the girls, arms wrapped around them. All four had shed their pajama party clothing and were nude.

Paige and Gwen and their mother got up as well, the younger girl also sliding in close to Stacie, peering around her at Dani. Gwen and Eve were right behind Paige. Next to Paige was Fiona, then Erin at the end of the bench. Holly and Hailey crowded in too, near where Carol was kneeling. Their two moms were with them, standing just behind, hands on the girls’ shoulders. Melissa, Jemma, and Georgia were on the other side of the twins, watching closely, as were Debby and Kelly.

The only two of the yacht’s guests not observing the lesbian action in the center of the room were Bridget and Sheila. The sisters were instead engaged in a heated 69, lying on a sofa with Sheila on top.

Caroline slipped out of her terry robe and dropped it on a chair. She had already removed Charlie’s feet pajamas, so both were naked. Taking her daughter’s hand, the captain moved slowly over to where Eve was standing with her girls, Gwen and Paige, the three of them watching Jordan play with Dani. Eve was still wearing her white babydoll nightie, though her panties were off.

“Hello,” said Caroline to the tall, lovely brunette.

“Hello,” Eve smiled.

“May Charlie and I spend some time with you?”

“Yes, of course, that would be nice.”

Caroline slipped a hand under Eve’s nightgown, cupping her bottom, kneading the warm flesh. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, “Do you fancy little girls?”

“Uh, well, yes, I… I think I do,” Eve nodded slowly.

“Don’t you think they’re bloody marvelous, the very small ones, so young, so innocent, so tempting?” As she was saying this, Caroline picked up Charlie, cradling the tiny girl in her arms, spreading her thin legs apart, exposing her to Eve.

“I only just got done licking her, you know. And look at her now… so pink and fresh and inviting.”

The woman slid her thumb between the child’s legs, probing into her juicy little vagina. Charlie giggled, shivering in pleasure. Eve stared at the illicit display, swallowing hard, licking her lips.

Standing beside her mother, with Paige just in front of them, Gwen’s eyes went wide. Even with all that had already taken place during their vacation, the tall teenager was continually surprised — and aroused — to be hearing and seeing such things. Sliding her hand down, she unsnapped the crotch of her sheer black bodysuit and began to play with herself.

On the other side of the room, Abby eased around until she was close to Stephanie.

“Hi,” she whispered in her ear.

“Hi,” Stephanie answered. She turned her head and the two blondes shared a soft kiss. Abby reached around to cover Stephanie’s breasts with her hands, squeezing them gently.

“Mmm,” Stephanie sighed as she felt the 19-year-old’s fingers pinching her nipples.

Ana approached Angela and Bambi. They both were nude, as was Ana.

“I love the young girls,” Ana smiled, nodding toward 10-year-old. “Muy bonita.”

“Thank you,” Angela replied. “I think she’s very pretty too… as is your daughter.”

Both women looked at Jenifer, who was standing nearby, smoking a cigarette while rubbing her shaved pussy with her other hand. She was naked. Angela beckoned to her. The shy 22-year-old giggled nervously, but then put out her cigarette and stepped over to them.

After kissing Jenifer’s mouth, Angela asked, “Would you like to play with me while your mother plays with my daughter?”

“Okay, yes, I do,” Jenifer nodded. Angela took the sexy brunette in her arms, kissing her deeply, hands going everywhere.

Ana watched them for a few seconds before kneeling in front of Bambi. She took the child’s hand in hers and tenderly kissed it, almost as in courting. Their eyes met. They both smiled. Then Ana’s gaze slid down to Bambi’s crotch. She licked her lips.

Bambi adjusted her stance, moving her feet apart, arching her pelvis, presenting her puffy mound to the older woman. It was clear invitation. Ana accepted it, leaning in with a happy sigh, using her thumbs to gently part the hairless labia, gazing in at the little girl’s moist pink sex for a long moment — before opening her mouth and beginning to lick.

Harriet came up behind Julie, who was standing at the end of the bench close to her daughter, Desiree. Without saying a word, Harriet pulled her nightgown off and dropped it to the floor, then put her hands on Julie’s hips. The full-bodied brunette pressed her groin against the slim blonde’s bottom, humping her suggestively.

Julie responded by turning her head to look back at Harriet, grinning and running her tongue around her mouth, giving her a look of carnal desire. The engineer grabbed Julie’s breasts, squeezing them hard. She loved the feel of a woman’s breasts in her hands.

Emma viewed all this on the monitors from her post on the bridge, a hand inside her shorts, rubbing her wet pussy, eager to see what would happen next. She kept a watchful eye on the instruments, of course, and also checked the digital clock from time to time, knowing she would be relieved after a while and could join the fun again.

Continue on to Chapter 55

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

The two women with oiled hands slowly gazed around the plush main saloon in the Carte Blanche. Both were nude, as was Abby, the tall 19-year-old blonde lying face up on a padded bench between them. Before resuming their sensual massage of the girl, Ana and Julie paused to take in the scene.

Seated in front of them, in chairs and on sofas, were nine women, age 44 down to age 25, and eleven girls from 16 down to 7. All were guests on the yacht and were dressed for a ‘pajama party’, which meant they were mostly un-dressed. With them were Caroline and Georgia, the captain and first mate, along with their daughters. Georgia, who had Jemma on a knee, was sitting beside Stephanie. Her older daughter Melissa was on the other side of Georgia. Caroline, with little Charlie on her lap, was next to Angela, at the far end of the seats.

Behind Ana and Julie, on a large movie screen lowered from the ceiling, video excerpts of beautiful women and girls making love continued to play. The air in the room was warm and close, humid with desire, heavy with the scent of feminine arousal. Most of the women and a few of the girls were openly masturbating and several had just completed climaxes.

Julie and Ana turned to their daughters, standing beside them. Both were also nude. Desiree poured more oil from a small glass vial into Julie’s palm, and Jenifer did the same for her mother.

As the women began applying the aromatic oil to Abby, the girls each poured some of the golden liquid into their own palms, then set the vials down. Smiling and facing toward the seats, they rubbed oil over their bodies, coating their breasts, their bellies, their loins. Their skin shone.

Julie started again at Abby’s feet, caressing her, easing her slick hands slowly up the girl’s long legs. Ana began with the blonde’s arms, then her shoulders, her neck, and her breasts. Their daughters watched what the women were doing, and also made frequent eye contact with the spectators, while at the same time their fingers worked between their own legs, squeezing their labia, teasing their clits, sliding into moist vaginas.

Stephanie had Hailey perched on one knee, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing a hand inside her soaked panties to play with herself. She could already feel the beginnings of a delicious climax swirling up from deep inside. It was intensely exciting for her to be among so many naked or half-dressed women and girls — mothers and daughters! — sweating, groaning, filled with desire for hot illicit lesbian sex.

With the exception of some of the youngest girls, everyone in the audience was masturbating now. Over the moans and sighs of the video soundtrack could be heard the wet slapping sounds of fingers plunging into pussies, the muffled cries of aroused women and girls teasing their clits, heavy breathing getting faster as they brought themselves closer and closer to orgasm.

Holly didn’t know where to look — at her mother touching herself right next to her, at the two ladies rubbing their hands all over Miss Abby, at the other two standing there in front of her doing that master-thing, whatever it was called, or maybe up at the movie screen where she could see anything she wanted to see, all kinds of licking and sucking and fingers going inside everywhere — it was just so totally amazing, and now she really wanted to feel good too.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Uh, yes, honey?”

“Will you rub me? Rub me down here?”

Without waiting for a reply, the little girl got to her feet, quickly tugging her undies down and off. Then she climbed onto her mother’s leg and leaned back against her, pulling up her nightie to expose her hairless slit.

“Me too!” Hailey exclaimed, dropping off Stephanie’s other leg just long enough to remove her own undies before clambering back on, lifting her nightie and exposing herself the same way. “Rub me too!”

“Oh, well, sure, girls,” their mother chuckled, “but…”

“It’s all good, you take care of them and I’ll take care of you.”

That was Georgia. The young woman snaked a hand under Stephanie’s arm and then down between her legs, slipping into her panties. With practiced fingers she found the clitoris, giving it a quick pinch before sliding a finger lower still, penetrating the woman’s heated vagina while her thumb teased the erect nubbin.

“Oh my god, that’s good,” sighed Stephanie. She knew it wouldn’t take long at all for her to come, being stimulated like that. But she also wanted to give her daughters the pleasure they had asked for.

First she kissed them each on the mouth. “I love you, girls. I love you very much.”

“We love you too, Mommy,” the 8-year-old twins answered in unison.

Then she put her hands on their smooth mounds, feeling the warm puffy labia. As she began to rub the girls, Stephanie glanced around. On her right, Sheila had taken advantage of the space vacated by Holly to slump over on her side and lift a foot onto the sofa, opening her legs for her daughter Erin. The redheaded teen was licking Sheila’s cunt.

Stephanie also saw that Jordan had climbed onto Carol’s lap, and that the child’s panties were off. Her grandmother, the woman Jordan called Nanna, was fondling her little pussy. The black bra Carol had been wearing was gone, discarded somewhere, and Stacie was leaning over to kiss and lick her mother’s tits.

Further along the row, Eve, Paige, and Gwen were kissing and fingering one another, as were Bambi and Amanda. Meanwhile, Caroline was on her knees between Angela’s outstretched legs. The sheer negligee had been pulled up to Angela’s waist and the captain was eating her. Charlie, the 7-year-old, stood next to her mother with a small hand on her back, watching closely.

In the center of the room, the action was beginning to intensify as well. Julie had pushed Abby’s legs apart, the girl’s feet dropping to the floor, her pussy open to the spectators. Leaning over from the waist, her face close to the smooth shaved mound, the woman massaged the teenager’s swollen labia for half a minute or so with oiled fingers. It was easy to see how excited Abby was becoming as she groaned and shuddered with every stroke. The older woman, Ana, was doing something else now too, not only caressing the girl’s small breasts, but bending down to wetly kiss her mouth and then to lick and suck her erect nipples.

What really got everyone’s attention, though, was when Desiree and Jenifer turned away from the audience and approached the naked women. Each slid a hand between her mother’s legs from behind, finding the opening to the vagina and shoving a finger deep inside, fucking their moms. The two continued rubbing themselves at the same time.

The orgy was underway, at least the beginning of it, with masturbation, nipple sucking, kissing, touching, fingering, oral sex, incest…

A loud cry signaled a climax. It was Kelly, at the end of the row on the left. Her mother, Veronica, was finger-fucking her, bringing the teen to a shrieking orgasm. Seeing this was too much for Stephanie. She wanted to continue stroking her daughters, and tried to, but couldn’t hold back the powerful surge of lust that suddenly pushed her over the top. As she gasped and strained, her body quaking with each climactic spasm, she realized in a distant part of her mind that Georgia was coming too, next to her.

Holly and Hailey looked around the room, their eyes going everywhere, watching the sex and the porn, hearing the moans and cries, smelling the fragrant oil and the pungent aroma of pussy.

No one else was ready just then, but it didn’t take much longer, only another minute or two, until Sheila was coming in Erin’s mouth, and then Angela in Caroline’s mouth. Shortly after them, it was Bridget and Fiona, masturbating next to each other and climaxing simultaneously. Then it was Eve, and soon after her, Gwen, then Paige.

By that time, Jenifer and Desiree were really fucking their mothers fast and hard from behind and it appeared that both women were right on the edge. Julie, who had a finger inside Abby, reaching for her G-spot while also sucking her clit, was shaking with excitement. It seemed that she was trying her best to hold on until she could bring Abby.

“Cogerme duro! Cogerme duro!” hissed Ana over and over again as she kneaded Abby’s breasts, pinching the nipples. Only a few people knew the translation — that she was imploring her daughter to ‘Fuck me hard!’ — although it wasn’t difficult to guess what the woman wanted from the way she was bending over, thrusting her pelvis back to receive Jenifer’s plunging fingers.

Veronica came loudly, watching this and playing with herself, and then Georgia came again, her third orgasm in only a few minutes. After that it was Melissa, Georgia’s 12-year-old daughter, sitting between her mother and Veronica.

Now Ana couldn’t wait any longer. She climaxed while Jenifer fucked her, and then only a moment later Julie got what she wanted — Abby crying out in passion, reaching orgasm — so Julie could finally let herself go too, coming hard on Desiree’s finger deep inside her cunt. Seeing their moms come was also enough to push both Jenifer and Desiree over the top as they furiously rubbed their clits.

Five orgasms from the entertainers in the center of the room and at least a dozen more among the spectators, all within a short time. Watching all this on video monitors from her place on the bridge, Harriet could barely restrain herself. Her hand was pushed inside her panties, fingers dripping with moisture. She didn’t quite come, but she certainly got close.

The woman had too much integrity, however, to ever lose control completely, even in a situation like that. She managed to retain her composure and keep an adequate enough focus on the ship’s instruments. But oh god was she desperate to lick some pussy!

There was a brief intermission. The video went off and the movie screen receded back up into the ceiling. Ana, Jenifer, Julie, Desiree, and Abby departed, leaving the padded bench behind. The lights were brought up halfway. Emma, still in her boy shorts and halter bra, came around pushing a cart, offering glasses of ice water or shots of tequila. Most of the women accepted both. Among the girls, only Gwen decided to try the tequila, with her mother’s permission, but she didn’t like it very much.

After about ten minutes, Julie came back out. She was leading Dani, holding the slim young blonde by the hand. Julie wore a thong and a skimpy bra, while Dani was completely nude. Everyone took their seats again, excited to see what would happen next.

Julie waited until it was quiet, and then said, “Now we have a special treat for you, a very special treat.”

She smiled at Dani, who blushed and giggled, holding a hand over her mouth. Julie continued, “As you know, this pretty girl is Dani. She and her family moved a few months ago from Canada to Los Angeles, where my daughter and I live. Dani and Desiree go to the same high school and they have become best friends. Isn’t that right?”

Dani nodded, giggling some more, “Uh-huh.”

“As we got to know Dani, I learned that she’d had some dance training when she was younger, and so I invited her to enter the dance academy I run in LA. She did so, and has become an excellent student. But there is one other very important thing that Desiree and I also learned about Dani. Would you like to tell everyone what that is?”

Julie took a step back, letting go of Dani’s hand. The girl blushed even more deeply, turning red from her ears down to her chest. She swallowed hard and gazed out at the audience, trying to build up her courage.

“Okay…” Dani took a deep breath. “Okay, um, well, I’m a virgin.”

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in and evaluating this news.

Stepping forward again, Julie said, “Now, this may not seem all that remarkable to you. After all, there still are a few 16-year-old virgins left in California.”

That remark drew scattered chuckles.

“But the really significant part of this is that Dani has made a decision. She has decided that tonight, with your help, she will lose her virginity.”

Eyes went wide. There were a few gasps and several brief murmurs.

“I should mention two other things, by the way,” Julie went on. “When I say she is a virgin, or when she says that, it means she has never had sex with anyone in her life. Not with a boy or a man, not with a woman or a girl. She really is a virgin. Except with herself, that is. You do masturbate, don’t you, Dani?”

“Oh yeah, a lot, since I was 11!” The girl laughed, and many in the audience laughed with her. There was even some applause.

Julie motioned to the side, and Desiree came out to join them. She was nude. Her mother took her hand and announced, “Just so you know, my lovely daughter here is not a virgin. She’s 15 now, almost 16, and had her first sexual experience at age 12, with… would anyone care to guess who it was with?”

“With you?” said Carol.

“That’s right,” Julie nodded, smiling, and got a loud round of applause.

“So fucking hot,” Carol remarked, as she openly ogled the teenager.

“Desiree loves sex. She’s bisexual, the same as me, so she’s been with both boys and girls. Of course, she’s on the pill, and always uses condoms with the boys. She and Dani have kissed a few times, and I’ve kissed Dani too, but that’s all, just a little kissing. She always said she wasn’t ready for more, and we respected that. Now, however…”

Julie looked at Dani, evidently expecting her to complete the sentence.

“Okay, um, now, however, I don’t want to be a virgin, not any more,” said the girl. “I want you, all of you, to take it from me.”

Up and down the line of seats, the girls and women, especially the mature women, studied young Dani. She was a tiny little thing, only about 5’2”, not even a hundred pounds, very fair skinned with long, straight, light blonde hair and pretty blue eyes — almost a storybook image of how you might picture a virgin. Her breasts were small, barely an A cup, her nipples pink and perky. What little pussy hair she had was shaved clean. She had no noticeable blemishes, no tattoos, no piercings. Even her eyebrows were faint. A pure innocent girl, ripe for the taking.

“We talked about this earlier today — we’ve been talking about it for several days, in fact,” Julie said, “but I just want to make sure, one more time. Are you certain, Dani, that you are ready to go through with this?”

“Yeah, definitely, for sure, I really want to,” she affirmed, bobbing her head.

“All right, then, if you’re ready, who would you like to begin with? Is there anyone special you’d like to have as your first?”

“Well, um, you and Desiree, a lot, for sure, and then, um, the girls, the younger ones, I mean the really young ones, if that’s okay…”

“Of course it’s okay,” Julie assured her. “Anything and anyone you want.”

“Okay, and then, uh, also I especially want to do it with Stephanie.”

“Me?” Stephanie blinked. “Why me especially?”

“Well, because, I mean, because you really seem like a mom, like I could call you Mommy or something while we were doing it, you know?”

“And you… and you want that?”

Dani nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Could I call you Mommy too?” Desiree blurted.

From somewhere behind them, they heard Abby saying, “That’s funny, I asked her the same thing.”

Stephanie smiled, “Yes, Desiree, I would love to have you call me Mommy. It would get me very excited.” But then she looked at Julie. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, of course not. I don’t mind at all,” the woman chuckled. “Whatever turns them on and turns you on — whatever will lead to more juicy pussies and more orgasms, that’s what we want.”

Turning again to Dani, Julie said, “You still haven’t told us, though, honey — is there someone special you’d like to take you first? Would it be Stephanie?”

“No, um,” Dani nodded, “I mean, think it would be, like, even kinkier and hotter if it was, if my very first was one of the youngest girls here. I really want Jordan to fuck me.”

“Oh my god,” Stacie and Carol sighed in unison.

Upstairs, on the bridge, Harriet heard a door open behind her. She glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:59:58. Her relief was exactly on time. What a great mate Emma was! Harriet turned toward her, grinning and zipping up her slacks.

Emma was in shorts and a tank top, wearing sneakers but no socks. “Reporting for duty,” she smiled.

“You’re the best, you are.” Harriet gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

The older woman started toward the door, then stopped. Waving at the instrument board, she said, “It’s all just been fine, totally quiet. But don’t wait a minute to call me if you need anything, right?”

“Sure, no problem,” Emma said in her barely detectable Greek accent. “You just go have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” Harriet winked. Then she was gone.

“Why were they talking to you, Mommy?” Holly asked Stephanie.

“Oh, well, see, that pretty girl, Dani, she was saying that she wants me to… you know, to have sex with her. And, uh, Desiree, her friend, she does too, she wants the same thing.”

“Have sex?” asked Hailey, sitting on her mom’s other knee.

“Yes, well, that’s why we’re here tonight, all of us. We can all play with each other as much as we want. In fact, you girls can look around the room and tell me if there is anyone here that you really would like to, you know, kiss and touch and everything, someone you want to be with. Okay?”

“Anyone?” Holly asked.

“That’s right,” Stephanie nodded, warming to the occasion and pointing around. “See all these girls and women here? Tonight you can do anything you want with any of them. Just tell me who you want and what you’d like to do. You can fuck them all.”

“Wow…” Hailey breathed, leaning forward, eyes darting from one woman or girl to another.

“I like Dani,” said Holly.

“Me too,” nodded Hailey, “and Desiree.”

Holly said, “Yeah, and um, and Miss Abby too.”

“And Miss Georgia, and Melissa, and Jemma!” added Hailey.

“And Charlie!” Holly almost shouted.

She and her sister could hardly sit still as they considered all the possibilities. They twisted and jiggled on their mother’s knees, their pretty blue eyes bright with anticipation.

While the three of them were talking, Carol and Stacie had come forward, bringing Jordan with them. They conversed in quiet tones with Dani and Julie for a minute, apparently discussing what would happen.

“Can we kiss Dani now?” Holly asked eagerly.

“Um, no, not yet,” Stephanie replied. “In a little while you can, I’m sure, but, well, Dani has never fucked anyone before, so Jordan is going to have sex with her first and we’re all going to watch them do it, okay?”

“Okay!”

It occurred to Stephanie as they sat there that many people, perhaps most, would consider her an unfit parent for exposing her children to something like this. They would no doubt say she was irresponsible, if not abusive. And yet just look at her girls: Holly and Hailey were smiling happily, both literally bouncing with joy, clearly having the greatest time and not traumatized in the least.

Stephanie loved her daughters more than she could say and would never do anything to hurt them. But learning about sex or even experiencing it didn’t hurt the girls. Not if they were with people who cared for them, who loved them and would treat them gently, looking out for their feelings, bringing them nothing but pleasure and excitement.

No, Stephanie didn’t have any regrets at all. On the contrary, she was very pleased to be a ‘naughty mommy’!

Continue on to Chapter 54

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

When Gwen and Veronica and the others came back up from their visit to the fitness center, they were given fresh drinks by Abby and then mingled for a while. It was fun for all to compare their reactions to the opulent surroundings while speculating in hushed terms about what exciting things might happen later in the day.

Just before 1:00, they felt and heard the big engines throttling down. A minute later, Caroline stepped into the sky lounge. She asked for everyone’s attention. Those who were outside on the deck looking at the sea came in to listen.

“Friends,” she began, “as you can tell, we’re reducing speed. There are two reasons for that. First, it’s time for lunch. That will be served in the main saloon and the attached dining area. You’ll find it to be smoother as we slow. Second, we’re nearing the best area for whale watching and for spotting other marine life. After lunch is finished, first mate Georgia will guide you, and us, in discovering things for you to see. But now, please follow the lovely Abby down one level to enjoy your meal.”

Lunch was a splendid buffet of mostly Mediterranean delicacies, all beautifully presented. There were stuffed peppers, beef empanadas, banderillas, chicken enchiladas, fried squid, fish tacos, bacon-wrapped dates, shrimp cocktails, tomato and cucumber salads, and much more. Pitchers of sangria floating with fresh fruits were emptied and quickly refilled. Even the kids were allowed small glasses of the sweetened wine if they wanted them.

As they ate and drank, the yacht continued to slow. Near the end of the meal, the engines shut down altogether and they drifted with the current. The seas were fairly calm and the craft was equipped with stabilizers, of course, so there was little rocking. Georgia, who had been on the bridge with Caroline and Harriet, returned and told the guests they would have the best chance of seeing whales, dolphins, sharks, and so on with the engines off.

Just before they went out on deck, Ana and Jenifer came around offering trays of freshly baked cookies and small cakes. These were instantly grabbed up and consumed with thanks and happy smiles.

“What a treat!” Stephanie exclaimed, after a bite of a delicious orange and almond cake. “What a day!”

Impulsively she grabbed the person next to her, kissing her mouth. It happened to be Stacie, but it could have been anyone. Several glasses of sangria, along with the earlier beers she’d enjoyed, had Stephanie feeling festive and ebullient, even giddy.

She kissed Stacie again, then turned toward Eve who was sitting on the other side of her. Stephanie kissed her on the lips twice, three times, before exclaiming more loudly, “What a great day!”

Everyone agreed. They all smiled and nodded, many laughing and clapping.

“All right,” said Georgia, when the room began to settle down, “shall we go out now and see what we can see?”

They went up two levels to the sun deck. It took several minutes, Georgia carefully scanning the ocean with binoculars, until she quietly said, “Ah, here we are…”

“Where?” Kelly asked breathlessly.

Over the next hour and a half, they had what for most would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience: seeing pods of whales majestically passing close by. Many of the whales spouted, some rolled over, a few even breached, drawing cheers from the onlookers. They also saw at least two different types of dolphins, according to Georgia, and near the end of their observing session she spotted the fin of a large shark, which awed the girls.

And then it was time time to be underway again. They still had another two hours of cruising to reach their destination.

It was also time for the jacuzzi. Remembering what Caroline had said — that bathing suits were optional out at sea — all the women and girls gleefully stripped out of their clothes. The jacuzzi was large enough to fit perhaps half a dozen at a time, certainly not twenty, so they took turns, naked wet bodies jumping in and out. They got some sun, tanning nude, they played in the jacuzzi, and they rested in the shade while Abby and Jenifer brought around fresh drinks.

After the filling lunch, the sweet desserts, and then the thrilling stimulation of seeing the whales and other marine life, topped by the soothing warmth of the jacuzzi and the summer sun, no one was thinking too much about sex at this point. They all knew, however, that a lot more fun awaited them in the evening.

A secluded, sheltered cove off the coast of Santa Catalina Island was where they anchored for the coming night. There was still an hour or two of daylight left, so Stephanie, Kelly, Debby, Hailey, and Holly decided to go in for some skinny-dipping. They were soon joined by Stacie and Jordan, and then by Gwen, Paige, and Fiona. Melissa, Jemma, and Charlie, Georgia’s and Caroline’s daughters, went in as well. Two women, two teenagers, and nine little girls, all naked, splashed and cavorted in the warm waters of the cove. From on board, Emma watched closely, serving as lifeguard.

At about 6:30, everyone went inside and down to the staterooms to clean up and prepare for dinner. While the others were swimming, Angela and Carol had conferred with the crew, in particular with Julie, who was in charge of entertainment, and decided on a unique dress code for the evening: it would be a pajama party! That meant that all the moms and all the girls would wear nightgowns or jammies or even just bras and panties — whatever they wanted that would suggest bedtime was coming soon.

After changing, they gathered first in the sky lounge for cocktails. There were plenty of laughs, along with kisses and playful caresses, as they admired each other’s scanty attire.

Angela was in a long black negligee, completely sheer, with nothing underneath. On her feet were black mules. Eve looked fetching in a white babydoll nightgown, as did Tina who wore a lovely silk robe in an oriental pattern, knee-length and sashed at the waist. Sheila was in a strapless red bustier and transparent red panties, while Bridget wore a matching set of bra and undies, navy blue and white, trimmed with lace. The bra pushed up her already appealing cleavage.

Carol wore black panties and a black bra along with three-inch heels accentuating her long shapely legs. Stacie was in pink flannel pajamas, and barefoot. She wore nothing underneath. Veronica came out in bikini undies and a very loose tank top that kept slipping off her shoulders, while Stephanie went with a red plaid shirt, open to the waist, and white panties.

The girls were mostly in jammies or little nighties, except for Kelly, who showed up in a thin white cotton t-shirt and nothing else — the shirt barely covering her bottom — and Gwen, who drew oohs and ahhs with the sheer black bodysuit she’d modeled at their fashion show a few days earlier — especially because this time she did not have a g-string on under it.

They drank and flirted and teased and also exchanged guesses about what the entertainment might be that was promised for later. Julie had dropped a few tantalizing hints during the day that made them wonder.

For dinner, which was a sit-down affair instead of a buffet, they were given a choice between sea bass or pork tenderloin as an entree following a delicious gazpacho. A vegetarian paella also was available for those who preferred it. Several excellent wines were offered, and during the course of the meal more than a dozen bottles were opened.

The captain and the first mate both joined them for dinner — and went along with the dress code as well. Caroline, who sat with the women at a large glass table in the formal dining area, wore a short terry cloth robe and nothing else. Georgia and her daughters, each wearing bikini panties and tiny crop tops, ate with the girls, who were grouped around smaller tables in the adjoining main saloon. Charlie was with them too, in adorable Winnie-the-Pooh feet pajamas.

“You are so cute!” Gwen said to the doll-like child, who was sitting next to her.

“Thanks much!” the girl beamed, pretty brown eyes twinkling.

“But I was wondering,” continued Gwen, “is Charlie short for something?”

“Yes’m. My real name is Charlotte Anne. But I’m only ever just called Charlie.”

“Okay, Charlie.”

Impulsively, feeling a surge of lust, Gwen leaned over and kissed the little girl on the mouth. Charlie returned the kiss, giggling joyfully. Gwen was tempted to do more with her, but managed to resist. She was sure there would be plenty of opportunities for that later.

Finally, at about 8:30, with the sun having set outside as they dined, it was time for the fun to begin. Jenifer and Emma helped Abby to quickly clear the tables and arrange the seating, and then everyone settled onto the plush leather sofas and chairs in the main saloon, sitting close, cuddling warmly, excited to see what would happen next.

A movie screen slowly descended from a recess in the ceiling. The lights were dimmed. And then, when the room was almost dark, pornographic images suddenly appeared on the screen — nude women and girls making love — while at the same time Dani, Desiree, and Julie came out modeling sexy lingerie. The three of them wound among the guests, giving them a good look at their tempting, barely concealed bodies while also letting them touch and feel as much as they wanted.

It was hard to decide where to look or what to do. The girls on the screen were utterly beautiful, with their perfect smooth bodies and lovely faces — kissing and caressing, sucking nipples, fingering pussies, licking and eating and fucking — an arousing video compilation of exquisite lesbian sex scenes, the erotic images changing every few minutes. Almost impossible to take your eyes away.

And yet — here in front of them, in the flesh, were these equally beautiful, scantily clad bodies. Abby, Emma, Jenifer, and Ana had joined the others in exhibiting lingerie, so now they had seven enticing women and girls to admire and touch. Occasionally one of the models would slip away, returning shortly in a different sexy outfit. It was quite a show.

Stephanie noticed that Abby seemed to be favoring her. The willowy young blonde spent most of her time close by, smiling and making a lot of eye contact, eagerly displaying her body, then taking Stephanie’s hand in hers and raising it to her breast, or holding it and caressing her long bare legs.

The third time Abby came over to do that, she also bent down and kissed Stephanie on the lips before asking in a girlish voice, “Would it be all right if I call you Mommy? That gets me really excited.”

“Yes, of course it would. I’d like that.” Stephanie smiled at her, then slowly drew apart the sides of her unbuttoned plaid shirt, fully revealing her ample breasts.

Abby licked her lips as she gazed at the woman’s erect nipples.

Hailey and Holly, wearing matching nighties, were seated on either side of their mom on the long curving sofa. Glancing at them, Stephanie chuckled as she saw their expressions — eyes wide, mouths hanging open as they stared at Abby, at the women parading around, and at the pornographic images on the screen.

“What do you girls think?” Stephanie asked. “Would you like to play some naked games with Miss Abby and these other pretty ladies tonight?”

“Yeah!” the twins replied in unison.

Abby giggled, “I have to change now, but I’ll be back in a minute, so don’t go anywhere!” She blew kisses to the three of them, then sashayed away, swinging her bottom.

Stephanie hugged her girls, kissing them each on the forehead. “Do you like those movies too?”

“Uh-huh,” Holly nodded. “The ladies are nice,” Hailey added.

“Which ladies?” Stephanie asked. “The ones on the screen or here in the room?”

“All of them!” was their enthusiastic response.

Looking around, Stephanie saw that some of the other models seemed to have chosen favorites as well from among the guests.

Ana, the buxom Spanish chef, now adorned in a skimpy red and black babydoll nightie that accentuated her cleavage, was leaning over in front of Bambi and Amanda, leering and shaking her boobs. The 10-year-blondes, who were sitting side by side with their mothers flanking them, giggled as they stared at the woman’s large breasts. She leaned in even closer, pressing her warm bosom first into Amanda’s face, then into Bambi’s, rubbing herself against them.

Emma, in low-rise boy shorts and a halter bra, was doing something similar with Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, who were seated on a curving leather banquette. Emma had placed her hands on the back of the banquette and now slowly glided along, displaying her cleavage first to Gwen, then to Paige, then to Eve. The girls were slack-jawed, eyes darting from Emma to the video screen, and then back again. Eve, however, was fully focused on the shapely deckhand, grinning at her, running her hands up and down her legs, squeezing her tight bottom.

The ship’s athletic trainer, Julie, wearing a long sheer peignoir and nothing else, swayed back and forth in front of Bridget as the woman ogled her nearly naked form. Laughing, Julie bent low from the waist, facing away from Bridget, her legs spread wide. Slowly she drew the transparent negligee up over her bottom and onto her back. Then she placed her hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them apart, gleefully exhibiting her pussy and her asshole.

Julie’s daughter, Desiree, was happily showing herself to Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. The girl, whom Stephanie had learned in conversation was only 15 years old, was modeling an extremely skimpy hot pink bra and panty set. She writhed seductively in front of Sheila and her daughters, smiling at them and licking her lips, running her hands up and down her body. As she turned a slow pirouette, they all reached out to caress the sexy blonde, stroking her smooth soft legs, her tiny bottom, trim waist, and small breasts.

Dani, Desiree’s friend, was spending most of her time with Carol, Stacie, and Jordan. The diminutive teenager already had changed outfits once and now was in a dainty white ruffled nightgown patterned with pink and yellow flowers. It made her look like a very little girl. She had a teasing attitude, swishing around and often flipping the nightie up, letting them see that she had no panties on. Whenever the women tried to reach out and touch her, however, Dani would giggle and blush, pulling away. Stephanie wasn’t sure if the young blonde was just being coy or if she was genuinely shy.

There was another model who appeared to be bashful too. Jenifer, Ana’s daughter, had a superb body — now displayed in a merry widow corset, along with garters, stockings, and a demi cup bra — but she hung back, never really engaging directly with anyone. She strolled around, smiling, seeming to enjoy the appreciative looks she received while avoiding physical contact. Stephanie knew that Jenifer’s English was not very good, of course, and wondered if that might be part of why she was so reticent. She was just about to signal the girl, see if she could perhaps loosen her up somehow, when Abby returned.

The tall blonde was wearing a tiny g-string, a barely-there bra, and a pair of very high heels. She stopped in front of Stephanie and the twins, smiling down at them, making seductive eye contact with all three. Abby turned slowly to the side, paused, then turned to the back and paused again, letting them study her from all angles. Stephanie’s mouth watered.

Only one member of the crew was not present at the lingerie show. Seven of them were modeling, while Caroline and Georgia and their daughters were sitting with the spectators, but Harriet was working. She was on the bridge, keeping one eye on the radar and the rest of the instruments — but her other eye was on a bank of video screens that showed the action in the main saloon through hidden cameras.

Harriet loved watching people play. It turned her on. Her slacks were open, a hand inside her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She wouldn’t let herself become too excited, though. Her strong sense of duty wouldn’t allow it. Harriet would retain enough composure to keep focused on her job, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a little voyeurism on the side. Anyway, she knew that later on in the evening Emma would relieve her and she would have a chance to join the fun.

A few minutes later, on some sort of silent cue from Julie, all the models gently separated themselves from their titillated observers and left the room. The erotic video excerpts continued to play on the large screen.

During the brief break, Georgia approached Stephanie, bringing her little girls, Melissa and Jemma, with her.

“Mind if we squeeze in here?” Georgia said to Veronica.

“No, of course not,” Veronica smiled.

She scooted over a bit, making room for Georgia to sit next to Stephanie, who lifted Hailey onto her lap. Jemma perched on Georgia’s lap. Melissa was between her mother and Veronica, while Holly was on the other side of Stephanie, snuggling close.

Jenifer and Desiree entered, carrying a long padded bench. Both girls were nude. They placed the bench in the center of the open area, one end facing the audience, then stepped back, waiting. Abby came in, completely nude as well. She walked slowly in front of the assembled guests, smiling, then went to the bench and lay down on her stomach, her feet toward the audience.

Ana and Julie entered next, both also nude. Each held a small glass vial filled with a golden liquid. Ana walked around to the far side of the bench, next to Jenifer. Julie went to the near side, by Desiree. After pouring some of the liquid into their palms and then handing the vials to their daughters, the women began applying it to Abby. Julie started at her feet, Ana at her shoulders.

The lovely aroma of scented massage oils wafted over the spectators… lavender, geranium, orange blossom, frankincense… a heady blend of fragrances that seemed to heighten the passion in the room.

Stephanie heard heavy breathing. She glanced to the side. Sheila, sitting next to Holly, was masturbating, her panties now on the floor. But she wasn’t the only one. Stephanie saw that Carol and Stacie were masturbating too, as were Eve and Angela. Then she felt movement beside her, on her left. She turned and saw that Georgia was masturbating, even with Jemma on her lap. She’d simply reached between the little girl’s bare legs and then between her own. And that wasn’t all — on the other side of Georgia, Veronica was masturbating too, as was Kelly. Stephanie wasn’t sure when it had started, but apparently it spread like wildfire.

In fact, when she returned her gaze to the sensual massage taking place in the center of the room, she found that the girls, Jenifer and Desiree, each were rubbing themselves with one hand as they stood behind their mothers, holding the vials of oil.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Stephanie inhaled deeply. A spicy new fragrance had suffused the air, joining the blend: the intoxicating aroma of heated pussy.

Shifting Hailey to one leg, Stephanie reached inside her panties. They were soaked. She was soaked. She began to rub her throbbing clit.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Y-yes, baby?”

“That smell… um… it’s really nice.” The child pointed at her mother’s crotch. “Can I, I mean, can I taste it?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Hailey.

It suddenly struck Stephanie that although she had licked both of the twin’s pussies and the girls had licked each other’s, neither of them had eaten her yet. Everything had happened so fast and in such a short time — and she’d been so intent on giving them pleasure with her tongue whenever she could — that they simply hadn’t gotten around to it. Well, that would have to change. Tonight!

“Of course you can taste me, sweetheart,” Stephanie purred. Shoving a finger deep inside her dripping cunt, she loaded it up, then brought the finger out and held it in front of Holly’s mouth. It glistened with her juices.

Holly took a big sniff. She smiled and nodded. “I like that. I like how it smells.”

The girl opened her mouth, gripped her mother’s hand, and pulled the wet the finger in. She closed her eyes and sucked, like a kid with a candy cane on Christmas morning.

“Me too! I want some!” Hailey insisted.

Stephanie giggled, “Okay.”

Tugging her finger from her daughter’s mouth, not without resistance, she pushed it back down between her legs, gathered another generous dollop of her lubrication, and fed it to Hailey.

Meanwhile, in front of them, Julie had progressed in the massage from Abby’s feet to her calves and then to her slender thighs. She stroked with oiled fingers, sliding up a little farther each time, getting closer and closer to the girl’s naked crotch.

Ana was working on Abby’s back, strong hands kneading the muscles, gradually moving lower and lower. Now she was at her bottom, caressing the cheeks, grabbing them, squeezing hard, then pulling them open, exposing the girl. At the same time, Julie reached in, one hand cupping Abby’s labia, the other fingering her anus. Everyone heard Abby moan loudly.

That was when the first orgasm erupted. It wasn’t Abby, though, and surprisingly it wasn’t Sheila. It was Georgia, sitting next to Stephanie. She came loudly and wetly. Liquids gushed from her pussy as she cried out, spilling off the sofa and onto the floor.

Hailey let her mother’s finger slip from her mouth, turning to watch. “Wow,” she sighed.

Veronica climaxed too, just after Georgia. Then there was a cry from the other side. Sheila was coming, Carol just after her, then Tina, then Eve, then Angela. It was positively contagious.

Julie patted Abby on the bottom, indicating it was time for her to turn over. The tall blonde sat up for a moment, grinning as she saw the many orgasms taking place all around her. Then she lay down again, this time on her back.

Continue on to Chapter 53

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They arrived shortly after 10:00 at the yacht harbor, which wasn’t far from the Playa del Mar. Piling out of three cars and the conversion van, the twenty women and girls excitedly looked around, wondering which of the big boats would be theirs.

Then they saw a young blonde woman coming toward them, trailed by two little girls, also blondes. The woman, apparently in her late 20s, was wearing cut-off denim shorts and tennis shoes with no socks. She was not very tall, perhaps 5’2”, but her tanned legs were long and shapely. A tight-fitting sleeveless v-neck shirt showed off her gorgeous figure.

Smiling broadly, she approached Angela and held out her hand. “Good morning, Angela, I’m Georgia. Welcome!”

“Oh, yes, Georgia, how are you, my dear?” Angela took her hand and bent to kiss her cheek.

“You remember my daughters?”

“Of course I do, although I must say they’ve grown quite a bit. I know it’s only been a year, but look how big they are now!”

Georgia beamed. “Melissa is 12 now, and Jemma just turned 8.” She ruffled her younger daughter’s hair. “Say hello to Miss Angela, kids.”

“Hello, Miss Angela,” the girls said together, smiling prettily.

“Hello, my little darlings. I’m so happy to see you again.” Angela kissed them both. Then she turned to Carol, introducing her to Georgia. She made her way around, naming all the moms but not worrying yet about the daughters. There were just so many! And anyway, everyone would have plenty of time to get to know each other during the next day and a half.

As Georgia led them toward the slips, down a steel ramp and onto a floating wooden dock, Carol looked more closely at the little girls, the woman’s daughters, who were walking just ahead of her. Both were in shorts and tank tops, wearing flip-flops, shiny blonde hair gleaming in the sun. The older girl, Melissa, had the barest beginnings of breasts, just little buds poking through her top. Her sister was still completely flat-chested. Carol knew that the crew of the yacht were all supposed to be lesbian or bisexual and, according to Angela, ‘very friendly’, but she wondered about the kids. Would they be part of the fun as well?

They stopped in front of a beautiful sparkling white luxury yacht.

“Here she is,” Georgia proudly announced, “the Carte Blanche. Anything you want here, it’s yours.”

As she said that last part, Carol saw that Georgia appeared to incline her head in the direction of her daughters. Was she suggesting that they were available to anyone who wanted them??

A young woman hopped nimbly from the boat onto the dock. Younger than Georgia, in her early 20s at most, she was petite but athletically built, a tanned brunette with grey eyes that twinkled with mischief.

The new girl began grabbing their bags and helping them to board. Georgia introduced her as Emmanuelle, or Emma for short.

“Emma’s a deckhand, a sailor, an important part of our crew. She assists the engineer and also takes the helm sometimes. But be careful, aye, once she gets you into bed, she’ll never let you go,” she added with a wink.

Emma laughed and stuck her tongue out at Georgia.

They boarded at the stern, which was approximately at dock level, then went up a pair of curving stairways to the open-air aft deck, and from there into a stunningly beautiful room that Georgia said was the main saloon.

As they stood gawking at the luxurious surroundings, another woman came in. In her early 40s, she was fairly petite, about 5’3”, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim build. She was dressed in navy slacks, low heels, and a crisp white short-sleeved blouse. Holding her hand was a child, a tiny girl less than four feet tall. With her cherub face, huge brown eyes, and long silky dark hair, she truly looked like a doll.

“Angela, what a lovely treat!” exclaimed the woman.

“Caroline, my darling!” The two embraced, sharing a long, warm kiss.

When they parted, Angela knelt in front of the child, lightly pinching her cheek. “And little Charlie, oh my, how beautiful you are. You’ve grown up so much! How old are you now?”

“I’m 7,” the girl replied, melting hearts with her smile. She received a lingering kiss on the lips from the buxom blonde.

Standing up once more and turning to the group, Angela introduced the woman as captain of the Carte Blanche. “That means you have to do as she says. Once we are at sea, her word is law.”

“Yes, quite so,” Caroline grinned, taking her daughter’s hand again. “But I promise not to make you do anything you really don’t want to do. On the other hand, I hope each one of you will want to do everything… with all of us.”

That got some chuckles from the women. Most of the girls still weren’t quite sure what to think. It was a lot to take in all at once.

The captain, who spoke with a seductive English accent, put an arm around Georgia’s waist, pulling the sexy brunette close and kissing her mouth. Then she said, “I don’t know whether anyone has informed you yet, but this charming thing is my first mate, which means orders from her carry the same weight as orders from me, so you had better obey. Got it?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll obey,” Angela chuckled.

After giving her a wink, Caroline motioned to the group. “Now come, let me show you around. Leave your things, Emma will look after them. This way, please.” She turned and started up a spiral staircase with Charlie just behind her.

Before following, Angela informed the others, sotto voce, that Caroline and Georgia were lovers, romantic partners. Georgia smiled and nodded.

The captain led them up to what she said was the sky lounge. Again it was beautifully appointed, taking their breath away. Behind the bar in the lounge was a striking young woman, very tall and thin, with big blue eyes and flowing blond hair. She was slicing lemons and limes. Caroline introduced her as Abby, telling them she was their bartender and stewardess.

The girl put down the knife, wiped her hands, and came out to greet them. She was in an extremely short skirt and wore wedge-heeled sandals. Her long slender legs went on forever.

“Hi, how are you?” Abby smiled, looking and sounding like the world’s cutest cheerleader. She had a perky voice that matched her perky breasts — which were easy to admire in a flimsy lace camisole unbuttoned halfway down. She wore no bra, of course.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. Orders were taken and the pretty blonde got busy again behind the bar.

As Abby was preparing their refreshments, Caroline told the group, “The Carte Blanche is a 132-foot trideck motor yacht, built in the year 2000 but completely refitted just two years ago after we purchased her. She has a draft of eight feet and cruises at sixteen knots. We’re really only designed to sleep twelve, but I shouldn’t worry about that. For one, I suspect that sleep may not be the first thing on your minds tonight, and for another, many of our sofas easily can double as beds. But we’ll deal with that later.”

After everyone had their drinks, Caroline turned to lead them somewhere else, then stopped and said, “Ah, here we are. Excellent.”

A beautiful, curvaceous woman was coming up the spiral staircase from the deck below, just arriving at the top. Wearing a long white apron over a dark dress, she appeared to be in her early 40s. Her hair was black, her lips full and red, her large brown eyes smoldering with Mediterranean passion. Just behind her was another woman, also wearing an apron, who looked like a much younger copy of the first, with the same hourglass figure and smoky beauty. The two clearly were mother and daughter.

Caroline said, “I’d like you to meet Ana Rodríguez, our chef. You won’t find a finer cook on any ship in this ocean, and I mean that sincerely.”

“Oh, thank you so much, muchas gracias,” Ana said to Caroline, before turning to the others and giving a little bow. Her English was heavily accented but enchanting to hear. “It is my pleasure to welcome you and serve you.”

“Ana is from Madrid,” Caroline informed her guests, “and has been with us for about six months now. We absolutely could not be more pleased with her. This other gorgeous girl, Jenifer, is Ana’s assistant in the galley. She is also her daughter, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Buenos dias,” Jenifer said with a dazzling smile that lit up the room. “My English is no so good. But I am happy you here.”

Taking their drinks, they went forward from the sky lounge through a pair of double doors to the bridge of the yacht. It looked like the interior of a spaceship, with consoles and computer screens and flashing lights. In the center, though, apparently in a nod to tradition, was an old-fashioned wheel, like on a big sailing ship in the movies.

Over in the corner, a full-bodied brunette was typing something into a keypad. The woman turned toward them as they entered, smiling.

“Everyone, this is Harriet Spencer,” said the captain. “She’s our engineer, and also an excellent harbor pilot.”

“Greetings, and welcome aboard,” Harriet said. She spoke with an English accent as did Caroline, though hers seemed a bit less refined.

“Is everything in order?” Caroline asked Harriet.

“Aye-aye, skipper, ready at any time.”

“Very well. We’ll take her out at 11:00, as planned.”

They left Harriet to do her job and went back into the sky lounge, then up another set of stairs and onto the sun deck.

“Wow, a jacuzzi!” exclaimed Gwen.

“Yes, indeed,” Caroline smiled. “Feel free to enjoy it whenever you like. And once we’re out at sea, by the way, bathing suits are optional.”

The women and girls walked around the top deck, appreciating the 360-degree views, sipping their drinks and chatting. After a couple of minutes, they heard and felt the rumble of the boat’s big engines starting up.

Then they heard another sound — the giggling and squealing of teenage girls. Two tiny blondes came bounding up the stairs and out onto the sun deck. The girls were in matching outfits: blue spandex shorts and white sports bras. Both were barefoot. Not far behind them came a smiling energetic woman, perhaps in her early 30s, also a slender blonde and in the same outfit as the girls, although she wore tennis shoes and ankle socks.

“And here they are,” laughed Caroline, “the last three members of our crew for you to meet.”

She took the woman by the arm, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “My friends, this is Julie Tanner, our athletic trainer, meaning she’ll assist you down in our fitness center if you’d like a nice workout. Julie is in charge of entertainment as well, which you’ll learn more about later.”

Sheila pondered what that remark about entertainment might mean as she moved around a bit to get a better look at the two younger girls. They appeared to be in their early teens, very slim and petite. Neither could weigh much more than a hundred pounds, if that. Their erect nipples poked invitingly through the thin little sports bras they wore. Sheila squeezed her legs together, stimulating her clit, as she imagined fucking the two of them at the same time.

“Julie, perhaps you could introduce the others,” Caroline said.

“Yes, of course, I’d be glad to.”

Julie stepped forward, taking the teens by the hand, one on either side of her. Nodding toward the girl on the left, she said, “This is Desiree. She’s my daughter. And this is her friend, Dani. They’ll be dancing for you tonight after dinner and perhaps doing even more too if we can convince them.”

As she said that, she winked at Dani, standing on her right. The little blonde blushed and giggled.

“I must get back to the bridge now, as we get underway,” the captain told her guests, “so I’ll leave you all to get better acquainted. Georgia and Julie will be happy to show you around the rest of the Carte Blanche. And please, make yourselves at home. Relax and have a good time. I’ll see you in a while.”

She gave a little wave and went quickly down the stairs. Charlie stayed behind, with Georgia and her daughters. Angela came out from the crowd to greet Julie and the teenage girls. Sheila was just behind her, definitely eager to become better acquainted with the young lovelies.

Bridget heard a shout from the rear of the boat — no, the stern, she corrected herself. She stepped toward the railing and looked down. Emma, the deckhand, was untying and coiling some ropes — ‘casting off the lines’ Bridget thought was the proper lingo. Then very slowly the huge yacht began to move, easing away from the dock.

They spent the next ten minutes or so chatting and introducing themselves up on the sun deck as the boat wound through the harbor channels and then headed out to sea. Their glasses were mostly empty by that time, so Georgia suggested they go down to the sky lounge for refills.

It occurred to Sheila as she followed Dani and Desiree down the stairs, enjoying the wiggle of their tight bottoms, that among the crew were four sets of mothers and daughters: Julie with Desiree, Ana with Jenifer, Caroline with Charlie, and Georgia with her little girls. Angela had made it clear during their earlier conversations that all the women were lesbians, or at least bisexual, and that sex with any or all of them was part of the package.

But what about those moms and girls? Could it possibly mean they were all involved with each other sexually as well? That this was not only a lesbian cruise, but an incest cruise? Sheila certainly hoped that was the case. The chef and her daughter weren’t there now, nor was Caroline, but she would keep an eye on Julie and on Georgia to see how they acted around their children. Perhaps she could pick up some signals. Meanwhile, however, she wanted another screwdriver. Ahh, here she comes now!

Eve watched Abby as she came out from behind the bar with a tray of beverages, passing them around to the women. What a pair of legs on that girl, what a body — and she was so tall! Eve wondered if she might be as tall or taller than her own daughter, Gwen, who was 5’9”. She decided to find out.

“Here you are, another Chardonnay, right?” Abby said to Eve, flashing a million-watt smile.

“Yes, thank you. And I just have to say, you really are beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks!”

“Do you mind if I ask how tall you are?”

“Not at all. I’m 5’10”.

“Wow.” Eve looked her up and down, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her lust.

After waiting a moment, allowing the woman to ogle her, Abby winked and said, “Gotta get more drinks ready. But maybe you and me can get together later, huh?”

“Yes, I hope so,” Eve smiled. She could feel herself getting wet.

Most of the girls and several of the women, including Carol and Stephanie, had gathered around first mate Georgia, who was explaining where they would go on their short cruise and what sort of marine life they might encounter.

“As we get further out on our way to Catalina, I’ll let you know when it’s time to start looking. I’m sure we’ll find something. In the summer, we very often see blue whales, fin whales, dolphins, and we may have a chance to see humpback and minke whales too.”

“Oh my god, whales, so cool!” Kelly enthused.

Georgia gave her a warm smile. “Yes, certainly, and we also could see sharks, sea lions, sunfish, and of course plenty of avian wildlife.”

“It sounds like you know quite a lot about all this,” Stephanie said.

“Well, I never finished college, got a little too busy having children, eh,” Georgia grinned, with a glance at her daughters, Melissa and Jemma, who were standing along with Charlie among the other little girls and quickly making friends.

Their mother continued, “But I was studying marine biology and I’ve done my best to keep up with advances in the field. That’s part of my job here, to offer our guests scientific information.”

“Is that all you offer?” Carol asked with a leer.

Georgia laughed, “As I said down below, anything you want, it’s yours. Anything at all.” Again she made a subtle nod toward her daughters, appearing to include Charlie too.

Carol was almost certain of it now. She could fuck all three of the girls if she wanted to: a 12-year-old, an 8-year-old, and a 7-year-old. She did want to, of course, very much — and not only them: their sexy mothers too, and at least half of the rest of the crew. It would be a busy night!

“Isn’t that exciting?” Tina said to Amanda. “We might get to see whales and dolphins and lots of other things too.”

“Yeah, it’s really cool.” She smiled at her mom. “This is an awesome vacation!”

“I’m glad you think so, honey. And… come here for a minute.” Taking her daughter’s hand, Tina led her out onto the side deck so they could have a little talk.

Gwen approached Julie, smiling shyly. With the large crowd up on the sun deck, they hadn’t actually met yet.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” the teenager said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, Gwen, it’s great to meet you.” Julie took her hand, offering a firm shake and a big smile.

“And, um, this is my friend, Erin.”

“Hello, Erin.”

The bashful redhead, who was shadowing Gwen, sticking close and following her everywhere, took Julie’s extended hand and mumbled a greeting while blushing deeply.

Gwen asked, “So, did you or maybe Caroline or someone say you have a fitness center here? Like a gym?”

“Yes, we do,” Julie said. “It’s on the lower deck, near the staterooms. Would you like to see it?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.”

Veronica was standing nearby, drinking a beer and half-listening to their conversation while also fantasizing about the two girls, Desiree and Dani, picturing them without any clothes on. They were just behind Julie, chatting and giggling with Kelly. Debby and Fiona were with them too.

But when Veronica heard the question about the gym, that got her attention. She loved working out. She turned to Julie. “Can I go along with you on that tour?”

“Yeah, and me too?” Kelly asked.

“And me?” echoed Fiona, with Debby grinning and nodding as well.

“Sure, of course,” Julie laughed, “the more the merrier. Come on!”

She led them down the spiral staircase into the main saloon again, and from there to a level still lower. Gwen followed Julie, with Erin on her tail, then Veronica, Debby, Kelly, Fiona, Desiree, and Dani.

“I can’t get over how big it is,” Gwen exclaimed as they emerged onto the lower deck. “I’ve never been on a yacht like this before. It’s incredible!”

“You know, I sometimes think she feels bigger inside than when you look at her from the outside,” Julie chuckled as she opened the door into the fitness center.

Two decks above, Tina and Amanda were leaning on the railing, looking down at the blue water and then back at the shore, which was slowly fading into the horizon.

“Wow…” The 10-year-old wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly. “This is so totally great, Mom. Thank you so much!”

Tina kissed her head. “Of course, baby, I’m glad I could do it for you. Although, obviously, we have to thank Angela for a lot of this. We certainly wouldn’t be staying in a penthouse or going on a cruise if we hadn’t met her — or maybe I should say if you hadn’t met Bambi.”

“Yeah, Bambi’s great. I like her a lot. She’s like my best friend now, you know? Except it’ll be kinda sad when we have to go home and then I won’t see her again, maybe for a long time or even forever.”

“I know, sweetie.” Tina rubbed her daughter’s back, kissing her head again. “And, well, maybe we will be able to see them some time. I sure hope so. I’ll talk with Angela about it. But, uh, anyway, I wanted to ask you… you said this is really fun and everything, and I’m glad you think so, but I just want to make sure that, you know, all the other stuff, I mean the sex with everyone, with all the women and girls… that’s kind of a lot for a kid your age to deal with. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Mom, are you crazy?” Amanda laughed. “It’s awesome! I never thought I could ever have so much fun.”

“Well… good, I’m glad,” Tina chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s even better than masturbating!”

Inside the sky lounge, Angela sat down next to Eve on a gracefully curving leather sofa. She gave the woman a kiss on the lips and patted her leg. “Having a good time, my dear?”

“I’ll say,” the brunette grinned. “This is fucking fantastic!”

Eve tipped up her wine glass, draining the Chardonnay, then signaled to Abby for another. It would be her third of the morning.

“I’m happy to hear it,” Angela smiled, squeezing the woman’s thigh.

“It’s incredible to me how you keep topping yourself,” Eve said, “taking us from one adventure to the next, always more exciting, more… I don’t know, more wonderful. How do you do it?”

“Just lucky, I suppose. It helps to know the right people. And yes, I’ll admit, it does take effort, keeping in touch with everyone, networking and so forth, staying social. But it certainly is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” Eve nodded.

Angela continued, “Twitter helps a lot. I’m on there frequently, communicating with people, sharing interests. It’s quite useful. You’d be amazed to learn how many delightful women and girls I’ve connected with that way.”

Continue on to Chapter 52

By Naughty Mommy

To assist in keeping track of everyone while the sexy cruise on the Carte Blanche is underway — covering chapters 51 through 59 in Serendipity — I’ve prepared the charts below. I hope they’re helpful!

You may also want to consult our Characters & Relationships page, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.