Veronique’s First Time Sailing - Chap. 3 free porn video

I woke the next morning, snuggled against Aaron's back, then became aware of what had woken me.  Ryker was standing in the doorway with two cups of tea in his hands.

“Common, you guys, the day is well started and it’s time you were up and at 'em!”

He put the cups down and went back to the galley, and I became aware of an amazing smell, permeating the cabin.  It smelt like our house when my mother cooked jam.  And plum jam at that, so I knew he was cooking the plums for our breakfast.

“Let’s go for a quick swim to wake up,” said Aaron, “Forget about the cuppa tea.”

So I crawled out of bed and pulled on my bikini, then followed him out on deck.  He lifted one of the seat lids and handed me the mask and snorkel and flippers; once all geared up, we took a running jump off the transom.

The water was cold, after the warmth of our bed.  I set out after Aaron, in a slow overarm crawl, towards the point to the left of the yacht.  We cruised around looking at the fish.  I saw there were lots of large butterfish here.  And raised my head, spat out the snorkel and asked could I catch one to take home to my dad.

“Sure, I’ll get the speargun.”  But as Aaron put his head down to swim back to the yacht, he got all excited and pointed down at a big rock.  I looked, but could not see the large butterfish that I expected he was pointing to.

He lifted his head above water, “Look under the rock, where I’m pointing, there are crayfish feelers there, and they are big ones.  Can you swim back and tell Ryker, then bring me back the catch bag and the speargun.  I’ll stay here and watch that they don’t move.”

I ducked my head back under the water, looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, large long red feelers waved around.  I also thought I saw more than one set, so I excitedly swam back to the yacht.

Once I told Ryker what we had just seen, he got the catch bag, speargun and sent me off back to Aaron, with the message that he would turn the stove off and be right behind me.

Back off the point, I handed Aaron the dive bag and saw that Ryker was swimming over to us.  Aaron and I both took a large breath and dived down the side of the rock.  It was only about three meters deep, so well within my capabilities.

We were met with the sight of three good-sized crays under the rock and several smaller ones.  Ryker arrived down beside us and handed me some gloves to put on.  The three of us surfaced and I voiced that I didn’t think could grab one.

“Of course you can, just grab its feelers and hold on.  Aaron or I will get it in the catch bag.” And they dived again.

I followed them down under the rock and watched as Aaron used the handle part of the speargun to nudge the cray towards me, and I grabbed its feelers.  I was rewarded with a needle-like pain in my finger but held on tight as it tried to get away from me by flicking its tail.  I was amazed at how powerful it was.

Starting to get the feel of its power, I waited for a powerful flick, then immediately after, pulled it from beneath the rock.  Aaron grabbed it by its body and flipped it into the catch bag, then indicated for me to get the next one.  I was a bit wary this time and waited until Aaron had manoeuvred over, but had it facing slightly away from me.  This time when I grabbed it, my hand hit the feelers, with the spikes facing away from my thrust, and I caught it without any pain.

Once we had the three biggest crays, Aaron handed the catch bag to Ryker and he headed back to the boat.  Then after another big breath of air, we went after the butterfish.

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Back at the yacht, Ryker helped us both on board.  I complained to the guys that I had a really sore finger, and why had they not told me to come at the feelers from a different angle.

“No matter what we told you, you would have likely gotten spiked, that was the best learning you’ll ever get.  The pain will soon go!” Ryker explained to me.

That was not true; my finger was sore for the next three days.  But they told me the largest cray was mine, and I also had two butterfish to take home to Mum and Dad.

After breakfast, Ryker asked if he could photograph me on the beach.  “Is this another excuse to get me nude?” I asked.

“I don’t have to make excuses like that to get you nude,” he replied.  “But yes! I would like to photograph you in the nude.”

I looked to Aaron, thinking he may say no, but did not get any support there.  In fact, he looked like a horny dog, expectantly hoping I would agree.  I only thought about it for a second; they had both seen everything, and I'd been told I should be a model so many times in my life, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss.

“OK, but I don’t want you showing the photos to all and sundry, I don’t want my friends or my father to see them.”

“Great,”  bellowed Ryker, “Get yourself some different clothes, etc. and we’ll row ashore.”

I went below, got my bag and decided what I wanted to wear.  The first thing that came to mind was the black lingerie I had secreted away with the new bikini.  I nearly didn’t bring them, but when my father had told me to be prepared, I had included the lingerie in my packing.  It was the first sexy lingerie I had ever owned.  A tiny thong and a brief matching lacy bra.  I had bought them for Max, but he would never get to see them.

I stripped, rubbed myself dry, then put on the lingerie, a short tartan black and white skirt and a light grey short-sleeved tank top that left my midriff bare.  I looked in the mirror:  I looked like a schoolgirl but knew that would not bother the guys.  I combed my still damp hair, and put some lipstick on, placed my towel, bikini and beach dress in a bag and headed up on deck.

Aaron was in the dinghy at the oars, waiting.  Ryker was standing on the transom holding the dinghy ready for me to get in.  They both wolf-whistled at the same time.

“Bloody hell, Nique, I wasn’t expecting you to have clothes that sexy with you,” said Ryker, holding my arm as I stepped into the dingy.  “You don’t have to worry about me showing the photos to anyone.”

I noted as he got in, he was very careful that he did not knock his grey camera bag off the seat.  He obviously had some expensive camera gear in there that he was protecting from the water sloshing around in the bottom of the dinghy.

Once ashore, they directed me along the beach a bit, to where there was a rock outcrop running down the beach into the water.

Aaron came and cuddled me as Ryker set up his camera.  “You look bloody sexy, I can’t wait to see the finished photos.”

Once Ryker had the correct lens and a flash installed, he shooed Aaron away then started snapping shots.  He ordered me around, “Take your bra off, put your top back on, put on your bra again on and skirt off.”

This went on for about fifteen minutes.  They had both remarked on my black lacy underwear, Aaron in particular, giving me some very complimentary praise.

“Now the bikini and beach dress,” said Ryker. And he came over to me and set a padded beach mat on the rock.  Then directed me in the poses he wanted me to do while lying on the blanket.

Ryker was good; he didn’t perv at all when I stripped off nude, then donned my skimpy bikini.  But Aaron was struggling to contain himself, his huge hard-on bulging in his board shorts.  Then it was beach dress open, bikini top off, and the poses started getting more raunchy.  And finally what I was dreading but really excited about - full nude.

The poses started out quite respectable, but as he directed me into more erotic poses, he had Aaron strip off and start posing with me.

“God, you make a beautiful couple, I could make some serious money from these photos."

“Don’t you dare,” I replied, “You promised me you wouldn't share them around.”

“I’m giving you both a compliment, that’s all.  I’ll keep them safe.” Then he indicated to Aaron to touch me.  This I knew was going a bit far, but apart from a quiet, “We shouldn’t,” in Aaron's ear, I found myself glancing around to check that no boats had arrived in the bay.

Aaron leaned in and kissed me, his hands moving to my breasts.  “Gee, Ryker, her nipples are at least half an inch long and as hard as nails.”

There was no reply from Ryker, but I could hear the camera clicking away.  Aaron pulled and tweaked my nipples, bent down and sucked on them, and pushed a hand between my legs.  I was past the point of no return; his touch kindled a tingling feeling that took away any resistance.  I just opened my legs and let him play.  It felt divine.  I have no idea how long he played with me like that, building my arousal up to a crescendo, but all too soon he was between my legs and rubbing his cock along my wet slit.  I was writhing around, desperate to be taken.  If a boat had come into the bay right then, I doubt I could have stopped.

I pulled myself up onto the flat part of the rock, leaned back and moaned my pleasure as he slowly inserted himself into me.  

He entered me slowly and carefully, but as his strokes escalated and grew stronger, I bucked my hips forcefully against his every thrust.  Then just as I started to feel my orgasm building, I heard Ryker whispering in Aaron's ear for him to move, and was frustrated to feel Aaron withdraw from me.

I grasped at Aaron to keep him in me, but he was gone. Then I opened my eyes to find him up next to my head offering me his cock.  Without a thought or any hesitation, I took him in my mouth.  Well, a few inches anyway; it was far too large for me to get much past my lips.  I was even more turned on with the fact his cock was wet with my own juices.

Thankfully his hand went back to my sex, and he worked his fingers into me.  I closed my legs around his hand and squeezed my arse together, trying to keep my orgasm from slipping away.  Then felt hands on my knees, pushing them apart.  I knew it was Ryker and thought he wanted to take photos of my pussy.  So I fought to close them but then was aware he was kissing the inside of my ankles, and kissing and licking up to my knees.

Aaron was directing my head up and down on his cock, and I felt him getting quite urgent.  This turned me on, I wanted to make him come, and put some effort into sucking and trying to get more of him.  Then Ryker’s kisses moved past my knees and his hands were spreading me wider.  There was no stopping now; I knew what he was going to do, and opened my legs as wide as I could.

As Ryker nuzzled his mouth hard onto my sex, I felt Aaron remove his fingers and bring them up to my mouth.  He eased his cock out and pushed his fingers into my very willing mouth.  And as I sucked on my own juices, I felt Ryker down below, pushing his tongue deep inside me.  I responded by opening my legs even wider and thrusting my hips up at his face. This brought his nose against my clit and he rolled his nose around, making my clit pop to one side then roll under his nose and pop out the other side.

This was sheer bliss.  I couldn’t contain myself any longer and let out an explosive gasp as the exquisite wash of feelings flooded my body.  Aaron reinserted his cock and assaulted my mouth now with a sense of urgency.  I felt his cock start to throb and knew he was going to come.  I briefly thought about what I felt about him coming in my mouth, then as a strong spasm hit me again, I sucked hard, deciding I wanted to taste his seed.

He tried to withdraw as he came, and I tried unsuccessfully to hold him in, which meant he came all over my face and some even splashed onto my breasts.  But I pulled him back and took his penis into my mouth again.  I wanted to taste him.

It tasted quite mild, salty but also a slight sweetness to it.  I didn’t mind it at all.

Still sucking on Aaron, I diverted my gaze down between my legs, to watch Ryker fingering and sucking on my clit.  Watching Ryker working between my legs turned me on something terrible and the orgasm that I'd been holding at bay hit me like a freight train.

Ryker felt me cum and stood up.  He kept two fingers in me, but his other hand grasped at his cock and he worked at getting himself off.  I saw his face contort in concentration and knew he was about to cum.  I tapped his side with my foot, and when he lifted his head to look at me, I let go of Aaron and beckoned him up to my side.  I had an urgent need to taste him also.

He didn’t understand exactly what I wanted though, as he moved up beside Aaron and erupted all over my breasts.  I grabbed at him, pulled him over and opened my mouth.  At last, his face showed understanding and he offered his cock to my lips.  I sucked him into my mouth, greedily, and was rewarded when my tongue felt the ridge along the base of his penis throb and spurt the last of his seed into my mouth.

He tasted quite different to Aaron; a lot stronger taste and slightly bitter.

I was sucking quite hard, trying to get more from him, but he must have been very sensitive, as he gave me an apologised look and pulled away.  I looked at Aaron to see if he was OK with what I had just done.  He smiled at me, but there was some doubt in his eyes, so I said, “You taste a lot better than Ryker.”

I saw the little flash of pride before he put on his strong-man face again, then he leaned forward and picked me up.

“Sorry, we've made a real mess on you,” he said, carrying me down to the sea.

I looked down at myself; he was certainly correct.  I was covered in their translucent white ejaculate, mostly on my breast, but some splotches were on my tummy, and I could feel plenty of it on my face.

Aaron didn’t throw me in this time; he walked out until I was mostly underwater, and he started to wash me off with his hand.  He spent some time on my hair, so it was obvious their ejaculations had splashed in that as well.  And he finished by washing me between my legs, which got me horny again.

“I think I’m clean now, you can put me down.”  He did, and I went straight under the water, as I was way over my head.  I rose and splashed him, then made to swim towards the shore.  But he grabbed my foot and pulled me back into his arms.

“Stay here with me for a minute? I want you all to myself,” he asked me.

“Are you OK, about me doing that with Ryker?  I wanted to taste the difference, as I’ve never done that before."

He nodded to me and smiled, letting me know he wasn't concerned.

We cuddled together, me, just floating beside him.  Then we heard Ryker calling us.  I noted he had packed up all his gear, plus our towels, etc.  But he had his camera waiting to capture us as we left the water.

We walked up the beach towards him.  It felt strange my being nude like this, but I struck some poses for him anyway.

Once back on the yacht, Ryker went below and downloaded the photos to Mac notebook; he had it placed on his Nav-station desk.  He called me over to look at them, and I was really surprised to see how good they were.  He ran through the ones showing me dressed and had just gotten to the lingerie shots when a weather warning came up on his screen.

He turned on the radio and tuned in to listen.  I didn't comprehend all that was being said, but when it was finished he called out to Aaron.

“We need to get everything shipshape and underway.  That storm I've been watching is approaching much faster and stronger than they predicted last night.  They reckon it may hit Great Barrier at about 8:00 pm tonight.”

So Ryker rattled off some things that both Aaron and I needed to do, and we got underway just after 11:00 am.  One of my tasks was to make the sandwiches for our lunch, as they were worried the sea may start to get rough as the wind rose, and it could be uncomfortable in the galley.   And sure enough, half an hour later as we left the lee of Mercury Island, the wind was a lot stronger and there was the odd whitecap ahead of us.

After we'd eaten our sandwiches and had drunk the usual beer. I found I was tired, a full belly and all this morning's efforts catching up with me.  Ryker said to go lie down and grab an hour's rest before the weather got worse.

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I slowly came out of a deep slumber to find my legs being opened and a hand stroking up past my knees.  I found myself opening my legs to this seductive caress, then snapped my eyes open to see who it was.  I was relieved to find Aaron smiling at me.

I was horny again; what was wrong with me?  It went through my mind that maybe the guys were putting an aphrodisiac in my food but knew that wasn’t the case.  It was the dream I'd been having, of Aaron's thick cock, and Ryker’s head between my legs.

Aaron went to pull away, “We’re nearly at Cuvier Island, and Ryker wants to know if you can catch us another Kingy?  So far the storm's holding off, so we can take a few passes over the reef.”

The smell of my arousal permeated the air.  I saw that Aaron had noticed it, and he hesitated long enough for me to grab his hand, “What about finishing what you started?”  And I pulled his hand up to my bikini bottom.

He didn’t take much convincing, just reached forward, lifted my bum and pulled the bikini down to my ankles.  Then dived between my legs and tried to push his tongue in as deep as he could.  I just collapsed back on the bunk, spread my knees and revelled in the feelings he gave me.

Then he lifted up. “This has to be fast, you little minx, cum for me, fast.”  And he inserted a finger deep inside me and searched out my G-spot.  It felt wonderful, but even better when he inserted a second long slender finger.  As my hips started to buck, I felt him pull out a little, then try and get three fingers in me.  This really turned me on. 

“Try four fingers,” I told him.

He pulled back, then started shoving his hand forward again, I was stretched beyond belief, but when I looked down saw that he hardly had more than one knuckle of each finger in.

“You’re too tight, three is as much as I can do.  But this will be better, try this!”  And he went back to using two fingers but inserted them really deep.  I arched my hips up, pulled my knees up to my chest, and was rewarded with another inch or more.

He rolled his fingers around the neck of my womb, which had never been touched before, and I went mental.  The urge hit me and I let go with some choice obscenities as he stroked his fingers in hard and deep.  The orgasm that hit me was fast and furious; I clamped my knees hard around his wrist.  He looked concerned and asked if he'd hurt me.

“No, but that was so intense, it was almost painful.  I don’t know what you're doing to me, but I would like this day to go on forever.”

“Right, well, there's work to be done.  Get dressed and come outside.  Oh!  And put on those shorts you wore the first day, also a jersey, it's cooled down quite a bit.”

Out on deck, I found Aaron had already fixed the shiny lures to the rods.  Ryker had us drifting off a point to the south of the island, where we were a little protected from the building wind.  “You have half an hour, see what you can catch, Nique.”

Aaron got the first strike and got me to wind my line in so we didn’t get tangled.  I got a big hit on the way up, but it let go.  When we got Aaron’s fish to the boat, it wasn't legal, only being about six hundred millimetres long, so back it went and we both dropped our lures again.  This time I got the first strike but knew straight away it wasn't big enough, as although it fought like hell, it was coming up way more easily than the first Kingy I'd caught.

However, when we glimpsed the first sight of it emerging from the depths, we saw I'd snagged quite a large snapper, so that was a keeper and went straight in the bin.  Aaron had another strike; this time we knew it was big.  It nearly took him and his rod overboard.  The rod was bent in a U-shape and he had to release the brake and let it run slowly or he would have lost it and a good bit of line.

It took upwards of fifteen minutes to land the Kingy, a beauty, way north of one meter.  I watched the guys efficiently land it and spike it to render it insensible.  They had to tie it down on the transom, as it wouldn’t fit in any of the bins.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to try for any more.  Ryker indicated our time was up and made steps to get us underway.  I wasn’t offered the helm this time; as soon as we left the shelter on Cuvier Island, we found the wind had picked up even more and there were whitecaps all around us.

I sat cuddled up against Aaron, and we braced ourselves every time we came off the top of a large swell.

“Are you feeling OK?”  Ryker called out over the sound of the wind.

“Yes, it’s quite exciting, isn’t it?” was my reply.

Aaron also enquired how I was and asked if I felt seasick at all.  I told him I felt fine.  Then he turned to me. “You know you asked me if I'd ever slept with Valerie?”

I got in quick, “Yes, and you said you hadn’t,” a little concerned he was going to tell me he'd lied to me.

“No, I haven’t.  But we're going to have to spend the night with her and Tony tonight, and I’m pretty certain she'll be planning some fun and games, as she takes what little opportunities she has these days to set up a party when Ryker and I visit.”

I nodded my head and smiled at him, not sure where he was going with this, but I had a twinge of anticipation at the thought I might witness Valerie getting fucked tonight.

“The fact is, last time we visited, Valerie had Rex and Sally over.  You remember Sally?”  I nodded my head.

“I’m guessing that they may be there tonight, and Sally’s preference is to be tied up and fucked by more than one guy, and we all had her last time Ryker and I were here.  I’m a bit worried that will come out and spoil things between you and me."

Even over the wind, Ryker was listening to our conversation, and he butted in, “If Sally's there tonight, she's almost certain to want another session with Aaron’s big pecker.  And be prepared, she also likes women, so she’ll make a pass at you as well.”

A wave of jealousy crawled into my belly. “Do we have to go ashore, can’t we stay on the boat?” I asked.

“No, I think it’s going to be way too rough to stay on the boat tonight, the only way to get through it would be to stand all night and brace yourself as every gust hits.  We’ll double-anchor the yacht and head ashore!” Ryker yelled.

My mind was in a quandary; this was all moving way too fast for me to take in.  I quickly tried to sort out why I felt anticipation that was at odds with the anxious unease I felt about watching Aaron or Ryker with another woman. 

Aaron saw my uncertainty and pulled out his phone. “I’ll call Tipi and Bob’s Motel and book us in there for the night.”

“No, give me some time to think.”  Then I turned to Ryker.  “Will Valerie get upset if I don’t want to join in with them?”

“Never, she would always defer to your wishes.  She won’t push you, I think they're sending the kids somewhere, so you can have Nicholas’s bedroom all to yourself if you want.”

I sat and set my mind to work; first was how did I feel about Aaron sleeping with Sally in some orgy?  Jealousy twisted at my stomach, but an image of Sally spread-eagled and Aaron’s thick cock pushing against her opening awakened the now familiar tingling feeling in my crotch.  What was I worried about?  Him falling for her?  No, that was stupid, she’s married and he's been with her before.  But the strong feeling of jealousy was still there.

I turned to Aaron. “I don’t know how I'll react to Sally, the thought of you sleeping with her makes me really jealous.”

“Then I won’t sleep with her, that’s easy.  I’ll just say no to Sally.  I wanted you to know, and not find out later tonight, that’s all.  But how are you going to handle her and Valerie hitting on you?  I know they were both really taken with you, and they're sure to try.”

I sat and tried to think through how I felt about this.  Everything I had experienced to this point in my life, told me that any sensual contact with a woman was really wrong.  I knew I should feel revolted, and I’m sure that’s how I would have reacted a few days ago.  But since meeting Valerie, I was hesitant, as I found her intriguing.  That such a mature, attractive woman would be interested in me that way, seemed like a compliment.  I'd certainly had naughty thoughts and dreams about her in the last two days.  But would I dare to go any further than just dream about it - I did not know.

We got hit with a particularly strong gust of wind just as we came off the top of a large swell, and the yacht broached.  As well as swinging around side-on to the wave, it also laid over so much I saw the bottom of the mainsail sink into the water.  I thought for a minute we were going to roll over, but before I had time to do anything, the yacht came up into the wind and righted itself.

Ryker waved for me to come up to the helm, and yelled at Aaron that we needed to get some sail down.  He had me steer the yacht towards a point of land that was slightly over to our left, then played with a control that wound the self-furling headsail in.  When it was almost half the size it had been, he returned his attention to me.

“I want you to concentrate on luffing the headsail.  See how if I turn the yacht into the wind, the front of the sail starts to flap?”  

I nodded at him.

“Well, I want you to try and keep that just fluttering.  It will be hard, as it’s gusty, but swing the boat up till it flutters then bear away a little, then come up again.”

I tried this while he helped me and told me not to be too erratic. “Just feel what the boat wants to do, don’t fight it too much.”

After a few minutes, he was satisfied I had the hang of it and went forward to the base of the mast, joining Aaron, who’d already started lowering the mainsail.

They let it drop until a red line on the sail lined up with a mark on the mast, then started lashing the bunched-up mainsail through a series of holes that were in the sail.  I'd noticed these holes and had wondered what they were for.  I was also starting to feel in tune with the yacht; it wanted to fall away from the wind, and I had to fight to keep it pointed so high.  I could see that when I let it fall away too far, the sail filled with air and the guys had to struggle to get it lashed down tight.  But when I pointed it up just right, the tension eased for them.  And so I started timing my energy into getting the yacht pointed high every time they moved to a new hole. 

It was exhilarating; I felt in tune with nature.  Soon Ryker was back beside me, heaping praise on me for the good job I had done.  “You're a natural,” he said.  And my chest swelled with pride.

I noticed that our boat speed had increased; we were now travelling a good two knots faster than before.  I pointed this out to Ryker; he was very impressed and told me that with too much sail up, we had had too much drag.

“There are another set of holes further up the mainsail, will we have to do that again if the wind increases?”  I asked.

“I bloody hope not!” he exclaimed. “We’ll be in a full gale if we have to reef it in that far.”

I moved back to sit with Aaron, where we were protected a little by the cabin and resumed my thinking about what may happen tonight.  A new thought struck me: ‘What if Tony and Rex wanted to sleep with me?’  They were both quite good-looking guys.  Then, ‘God, what am I thinking, this has nothing to do with looks, I definitely won’t go for that!’

But I turned to Aaron. “What about Tony and Rex, how do you feel about them trying it on with me?”

“Yes, I’ve been worrying about that also.  I’ve shared girlfriends with Ryker twice in the past, and have never felt jealous, in fact, both times it was pretty hot.  But I’m already having horrible bouts of jealousy, thinking about you with someone else.  I think we should call and book the motel.”

I thought on this; again, the feeling of joy was in my chest at the thought he was jealous of me.  But I wanted to see what the others got up to; I didn’t want to miss out on something like that.  I could just imagine the look on my best friend Sacha’s face when I told her about it.  The image of Sally tied up on a table popped into my mind, with Ryker, Tony and Rex all around her.

“No, I don’t want to be somewhere else wondering what may be happening.  Can you and I just share Nick’s room, and you take me there if I can’t handle it?”

Aaron didn’t look that convinced, but he hugged me and told me he would look after me and go along with anything I decided.

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Ryker took a phone call when we were nearly at Tryphena.  When he put the phone down, he informed us that it was Tony; he was advising we moor the yacht around in Schooner Bay because of the way the wind was building.  That would be a safer anchorage than in Tryphena harbour.

There were already two other yachts moored in the bay when we arrived.  When we dropped anchor, Ryker let out quite a bit of chain, then he and Aaron went down below and lifted the floorboards up near the front cabin.  They came back on deck carrying a large conventional anchor.  They took it up to the bow, then returned to the cabin for a large canvas bag and by the rattle it made as they struggled past me, I knew that it contained chain.

Ryker started the motor and swung us out to the left of where we had dropped anchor, and then Aaron heaved the big anchor overboard.  There was a bit of manoeuvring around before they secured the second anchor, which left us swinging between the two of them.  Satisfied that we were holding tight, we got our bags and loaded them, the fish, crayfish, etc. into the dinghy and headed ashore.

As we approached the shore, I saw that both Tony and Valerie were waiting for us.  She was wearing a short-sleeved wraparound dress.  It was a yellow, flowery patterned cotton dress that had a V-neckline with a softly flared skirt that finished halfway down her calves.  I noted that she was not wearing a bra, her full breasts barely contained, and her nipples quite obviously pushed out against the cotton.

Again I was taken with her beauty, her self-assured demeanour around the guys, and I hoped that one day I may have her confidence to order them around.

By the time we arrived at their home, it was almost 6:00 pm, and the gusts of wind made it a struggle to get all our gear into the house.  During the drive, I'd learned that Rex and Sally would not be with us that night.  They were worried about their house in the storm, as it was quite exposed to the weather.  

I was a bit dumbfounded by the feeling of disappointment that washed over me.  I'd been dreading meeting them again and what that might entail.  Yet there was regret at what I may have missed out on.

I asked about the children, and would it be best they came back home, as I could sleep out in the lounge.  Valerie replied, “They aren’t at Sally and Rex’s.  They're down in Tryphena village with Sally’s mother and they're all used to staying with her.”

“What about your breastfeeding Ava?”  I asked.

“She's only getting one feed a day now, and I’m trying to wean her off.  She should have been weaned months ago, but I like breastfeeding, and both Tony and Ryker like it too!”

This embarrassed me, thinking of Ryker latched onto her breast.  

Valerie saw the expression on my face and laughed.  “Don’t be embarrassed, all men love suckling on a nice full breast.”

Aaron came in then and told me I should call my mother and tell her we had arrived safe and well.  So I went to the bedroom and got my phone.

Mum answered straight away, so I knew she must have been waiting for my call.  I explained that we'd had a great time down the Mercs, and a rough but safe trip up today.   She asked me about where we were staying, and when I explained about Valerie and Tony, she started asking questions about them.

I must have been a little over-enthusiastic in my description of Valerie, as she asked me some personal questions about her.  Then floored me with, “She sounds interesting, I went with a woman like that before I met your father.”

“Mum!” I shouted down the phone. “I don’t need to know that sort of thing.  I’m hanging up now.”

“Sorry, I just want us to be open and able to discuss anything.”

I hung up before she told me something else embarrassing.  Valerie had come into the room and had heard my outburst.  “What did your mother say?” she asked.

“Oh, she’s suddenly become like a girlfriend, asking me questions and telling me things that she got up to in the past.  I don’t know if I want our relationship to change like that, it embarrasses me.”

Valerie grinned at me, “God, you're lucky, my mother would never talk with me and tried to wrap me up in cotton wool and stop me from doing anything.  I’ve only found out little bits of her past, but it seems she was a real player in her day, but she absolutely denies she’s ever done anything wrong.”

We all helped prepare another amazing meal.  The boys were out the back cleaning the fish.  They brought in some thick kingfish steaks for us to fry up, and we made salads.  We started with Valerie’s Scallop Mornays again, each one served in a scallop shell, and we still had half of Ryker’s peach pie with cream and ice cream to finish.

After dinner, Aaron and Tony went out to a covered barbecue area alongside the garage and got the smoker going.  Ryker asked Tony if he could borrow the van and go check on the yacht before it got dark, as the wind was howling now.  The odd gust would really hammer the house, and I was worried a window may break; it was that strong.

Valerie called out she would go with him, then turned to me, “Come with us, I would like your company.”

We piled into the van.  Valerie sat between Ryker and me.  I was immediately aware of her warm hip pressed up against my own.  She chatted away to me as Ryker drove up the hill, asking questions about my parents, if I had brothers or sisters, and how I met Max.

We were buffeted around as Ryker drove us over the crest, then down the other side.  Ryker turned the van's lights on, although it wasn’t yet that dark that you could see the lights shining on the road.  We should have had a view of the bay between the trees, maybe even caught glimpses of the yacht.  But the weather had really closed in and there was little to see.  At the bottom of the hill, we pulled up by where we'd left the dinghy on the beach.

We all peered out through the windscreen, which was wet and had pieces of leaves obstructing the vision.  The yacht looked good and secure.  It was swinging one side, then as the weight went on that anchor, it would swing back to the other side.  But it was not violent like some of the other yachts that had only one anchor and were swinging around quite violently.

“I’d like to lift the dinghy onto the grass bank, you guys OK to brave the storm?” he asked.

We clambered out and jumped down onto the beach.  What should have been an easy job was actually quite difficult.  The wind caught the dinghy as soon as we lifted it, and we struggled.  Once we had it up the bank and on the grass, Ryker waved at us to get back inside, as it was starting to rain.

I clambered back alongside Valerie and we watched Ryker tie the dinghy to the pohutukawa tree, then struggle against the wind to get a piece of canvas secured around the outboard.

Valerie turned to me, “Are you cold?”

“No, not really.  Not even very wet, the tree protected us.”  I was startled as Valerie leaned over and kissed me.  But the shock was quickly forgotten as I returned her kiss.  She cupped my chin and turned me to her, as her tongue pried my lips open.  It was different than kissing a guy, tender, yet she was quite persuasive.

Her hand dropped down to my breast, and although it sent waves of desire running through my body, I was thinking I should stop her, the old ‘nice girls don’t do this' foremost in my mind.  But before I could say anything, we were hit by a blast of wet air as Ryker climbed back behind the wheel.

“That's fucking sexy, you two kissing, don’t stop,” he said, as Valerie turned back to me and resumed her passionate kiss.

Valerie sighed, then let out a small moan. “God, Ryker, not here, someone may come down to check their boat.  I opened my eyes to find that Ryker had undone one of the ties on her dress and folded back the flap of material to expose her right breast.  Her right leg was also exposed, and I took in the fact that her light blue panties had a dark wet patch in the crotch.  The thought ‘Did I cause that?’ ran through my mind, setting up a craving in my loins.

I dragged my eyes up from her crotch to watch Ryker flick her nipple with his finger and two drops of milk appear.  He carefully let them run onto his finger, then put it in his mouth with a satisfied sigh, then bent forward and suckled her nipple, his cheeks hollowing as he worked at getting her milk to flow.

This really turned me on; my own crotch was wet and hot.  I wriggled around uncomfortably, wanting to touch myself but far too embarrassed to do that.  Valerie took my chin again and turned my face to hers and kissed me again but then broke away. “Jesus, Ryker, not here!”

He was still suckling her breast but had undone the inside tie and folded back the other half of the dress, leaving her fully exposed.  He sat up, reached over and pulled my face down to Valerie’s left breast.

“There is no-one else going to come out in this storm, and they couldn't see much through the windscreen if they did.  Now lift your arse.”

Valerie looked around quickly and complied.  He let go of my head, and in one movement, pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposing her clean-shaved, wet gaping pussy.  I expected her to clamp her legs together as I had involuntarily done when he exposed her.  But she opened her legs wide and groaned as he slowly inserted two fingers.

With his free hand, Ryker took a hold of my hair and directed my head back to her breast.  I wasn’t sure what to do, but he had a good grip on my hair and directed my lips to Valerie’s nipple.

“Suck on it, taste her milk, it’s beautiful, You and I are going to give her a massive climax.”

Valerie just moaned and flung her head back, so I did as I was told and took a tentative suck.  I was rewarded with a deluge of milk flowing into my mouth.  I adjusted the angle and felt her nipple grow and harden, which turned me on.  My stomach tensed and my pussy tingled.  I reached up and cupped her breast, massaging it, and pulled it to my mouth.  Ryker’s face moved next to mine as he resumed suckling on her other nipple.  I smelled his familiar smell then felt his bristles scratch my cheek.

Still sucking on the hard, tasty nipple, I looked down and watched his fingers pummelling into her sopping wet cunt.  She was groaning out loud now; she dropped a hand down to his wrist and forced his fingers in harder and faster.  She lifted her left leg over on top of mine, opening herself even wider.  I felt the warmth of her skin and sensed the building tremors of her approaching climax. 

She lifted the hand that was resting between us and pulled my head hard against her breast.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum," she whispered in my ear.  Kissing and licking my neck, she then tried to force her tongue inside my ear.

I could see that Ryker was thoroughly aroused; his shorts showed clearly his prick was bent in half pointing down his leg.  I didn’t know very much about guys yet but knew by his hip movements he was very uncomfortable down there.  But he didn’t stop his ministrations on Valerie; he just kept frigging his fingers into her cunt.

As she came, she pulled me hard against her and I found that we were both breathing heavily.  She pulled me up from her breast and forced her tongue into my mouth.  We'd both almost forgotten about Ryker, although his fingers were obviously still working to prolong her orgasm.  We were in another world; our kiss had become really passionate.

Then she must have let go of Ryker’s wrist, as I felt her hand tearing at my shorts, trying to pull them off me.  I lifted my bum and dropped a hand to the waistband and helped her push them below my knees.  Valerie cupped my mound then inserted a finger and started frigging me hard.  I was now moaning; I ground my hips up and down on her hand and felt her insert another finger.

I opened myself wide, one foot on the side windowsill, the other up on the van's dashboard.

“Open your eyes,” she ordered me, “I want to watch you cum.”

I saw that she was studying me with an intense expression on her face.  Ryker’s head was on her shoulder, kissing her neck but taking long hard looks between my legs, watching her fingers working their magic.  She started pinching a nipple, and when Ryker reached around her and pinched my other nipple, I came.

My body convulsed as the orgasm overwhelmed me.  My vision dimmed and I threw my head back, thunderstruck that a woman could do this to me.

As my vision restored and my heart calmed down, I looked past Valerie and saw that Ryker was furiously stroking his cock.  The expression on my face alerted Valerie, and she turned to look.  Then withdrawing her fingers, she spun around, bent down and took him in her mouth.

As Ryker let out a gratified gasp, Valerie wriggled into a more comfortable position and thereby presented me with the alluring sight of her exquisite round arse and the delicious peach between.

Well out of my comfort zone, and unsure if I was allowed to touch her, I tentatively moved my hand onto her hip.  The wiggle her bum made let me know she was more than OK to be touched.  So I slid my hand down the delicate curve, in between her legs, and parted the very wet lips that lay there.

Valerie mumbled encouragement, her mouth full of Ryker’s cock, and pushed back so that my finger slipped into her depths.  It felt sublime; I had inserted my finger in my own vagina, but this felt very different.  It was super slippery, warm and surprisingly tight.  I felt her clench her pelvic muscles, which kind of pushed my finger out.  My hands and fingers are small, so I reinserted two fingers.  She responded with a sharp intake of air and pushed back hard against me.

This awakened some very indecent thoughts, and I felt my face redden as I pulled back and forced three fingers into her gushing peach.  A few hard strokes had her writhing her hips back against my thrusting hand, and I tried all four fingers.  She was so tight, I had to screw them around to get them deeper and after a minute or two, I had all four fingers embedded and my thumb was pressing against her little brown rose.  

It felt so naughty, dirty even, and had me very aroused.  I frigged her with my whole hand and was getting really turned on as the fingers slipped in even deeper.  Ryker gave a groan and I saw that he was bucking his hips up enthusiastically and he was obviously emptying his seed in her mouth.  

I don’t know if it was my efforts or Ryker’s climax, but Valerie had another orgasm.  She sat up, turned and locked her lips to mine.  I tasted Ryker’s fluids: a sharp, salty, slightly metallic taste.

“Oh, God!  My little elf.  Thank you, that was unexpected and truly amazing,” she said, pulling away and looking deep into my eyes.  “We'd better get back to the house, Tony and Aaron will be starting to suspect we've all been very naughty.”

Suddenly, I was very aware of the storm outside.  It was rocking the van and a twinge of fear ran through me at the thought of driving back over the hill.  I'd never been in a storm this strong, and it was almost fully dark now.  I looked around at the trees being blown apart, then out to the yacht in the dim light, and was surprised to see that it still looked quite secure, swinging lazily from side to side.

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Ryker drove us back slowly, as the rain was coming down in a torrent now.  Even he acknowledged that this storm was as strong as he could remember.  Once back at the house, we braved the conditions and made a dash for the security of the house, where we found Aaron and Tony had a fire going.

It actually wasn’t that cold, but the power had gone off.  So the fire was adding some light to the candles they had put around the lounge.

“Probably a tree come down on a line somewhere,” Tony explained as he handed us all towels to dry ourselves.

“Veronique and I will get some dry clothes on,” Valerie said, guiding me towards Nicholas’s bedroom.

Aaron called out for us to not put too much on; he quite liked the sight of our bodies through the wet clothes.  I took note of the fact that the front of Valerie’s wet dress had gone transparent and her erect nipples were plainly visible.  I looked down at my own breasts, remembering that I didn’t have a bra on, and sure enough, my nipples were pushing through my wet T-shirt like little missiles.

I fetched a dry pair of knickers out of my bag, then pulled out a bra, fresh T-shirt and a skirt.  But Valerie shook her head and pulled Nicholas’s dressing gown off the back of the door.  

“Here, try this,” handing me the grey-patterned cotton gown. “And leave the bra off, you don’t need one, lucky girl!”

The robe was a perfect fit but very short, finishing well above my knees.

“That will make the boys happy, I’d better get something suitable as well.” 

I followed her through the door adjoining the bedrooms, into her and Tony’s bedroom, where she stripped naked, dried herself, then slipped on a thong and a cream-coloured shorty dressing gown.  I was amazed at how good her body was, her having had two children.  I noted that there were some stretch marks on the lower part of her stomach, but the rest of her body was perfect.

Back in the lounge, we bore the brunt of some remarks that my mother would have found quite obscene but made me blush and glow with pride.  Then again, when I thought about my conversations with my mother over the last couple of days, maybe she would not find their conversation at all shocking.  

Tony had poured us all a rum, ‘to warm us up,’ he said.  It was quite a bit stronger than the ones we'd had on the yacht.  I sat and snuggled up to Aaron.

"Were you guys naughty over at the bay?” he whispered in my ear.  “You were all flushed when you came in, in fact, you are still looking enticingly hot.”

I looked into his eyes to see if he was angry, but he just smiled back at me.

I whispered, “Yes, sorry, I didn’t intend to do anything without you.  Things just got out of hand.  Ryker brought Valerie off on the front seat of the van, and then she kissed me, and before I knew it, she had brought me off as well.  That got Ryker masturbating, and she gave him a blowjob.  I’ll tell you more later… Are you upset with me?”  I nervously asked.

Aaron started to tell me he was OK and just wished he'd been there to watch.  

While he was consoling me, Ryker piped up.  “Stop whispering, you two, we can’t hear you over the storm.  Share your little secrets!”

Aaron chuckled, “Nique’s just telling me how silly you looked, jacking yourself off in the front seat of the van.”

“Yes, well, you would've done the same if you'd watched these two at it,” he said, pulling Valerie against him. “They were bloody hot!”

I sat in the dim romantic light cuddled up to Aaron and listening to them all telling funny stories from their past.  We had another round of rum and cokes, then another.  I was feeling very mellow and struggling to keep my eyes open.  I must have drifted off for a minute, as I jerked awake when Aaron started caressing my breasts.  

I moved to stop him but realised it had gone very quiet, and looking over to the others, saw that Tony and Ryker had pulled Valerie onto the floor in front of the fire and had Valerie’s robe spread wide.  Tony was concentrating on her breasts while locked in a passionate kiss.  Ryker was massaging her legs, and as I watched he lifted them wide and started kissing her ankles.  Her thong was gone, so I must have been out of it longer than I thought.

Valerie’s broke the kiss with Tony, looked over, and when she caught my eyes, she winked at me.  Which made me very embarrassed to be caught out watching.  So I averted my eyes and looked at Aaron but found that he was watching them even more intently than I had been, so I turned my head back to watch.

Ryker kissed and licked her legs up to her knees, then further up, and all hint of sleepiness left me as I realised what he was about to do.  But he didn’t dive right in.  Instead, he moved past her vulva without touching it and onto her lower stomach, where he spent some time circling his tongue around her tummy button.

Valerie reached her hands down and tried to push his head back to her mound.  But he bypassed that and started licking her inner thighs.  Now she was trying to pull his head up and again he tilted his head to miss her vulva and blew a big raspberry just above her mound.

She broke her kiss with Tony. “Eat me, you bastard, stop teasing.”

He let her push his head down between her legs and parted her labia with his tongue.  He attacked her slit, using his tongue, lips, even his chin and nose. Then moved up to her clit.

Valerie moaned as his tongue circled her clit, causing a shudder to rip through her entire body.  He squeezed his hand up under his chin and pushed two fingers inside her.  This garnered another shudder and her hips started to rotate against his face.  I wondered how he was going to breathe, as she had both hands pulling his face hard onto her sex.

Aaron and I had stopped moving; we were close enough to see Ryker’s fingers disappearing and reappearing covered in her shiny slickness.

Tony had a hand caressing each of Valerie’s breasts and moved his mouth to and fro, to suck and chew on each nipple in turn.  Valerie arched her head back in rapturous joy, then lifted it up to peer around Tony’s head to see what Ryker was doing to her.

I don’t know about Aaron, but I know this was the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed.  It struck me that Aaron might not think I’m a slut or a lesbian but know I’m definitely a voyeur.

Aaron asked me at that point if I wanted to go to the bedroom.

“Hell no!” I whispered urgently to him. “I want to watch.”

“Do you want to go over and join them?”

I hesitated at this; my mind in a whirl.  If we joined them, what would happen?  Would Tony want to fuck me?  How did I feel about that?  Would Ryker take me?  I knew I would quite like that, but how would that affect Aaron and me?

“No! Well, maybe, what do you want?” I asked.

“This is not about what I want, you are young and should experiment and know other guys before you start worrying about tying yourself to one guy exclusively.  As I said earlier today, I'll go along with what you want.  Tell me your thoughts, what's stopping you?”

I thought about this for a minute, wanting to talk through my feelings but concerned about what he'd think of me.

“I've never been in this situation before, it’s exciting and turns me on.  But I like you and hope you'll want to see me after this weekend.  So I don’t want to do anything that may put you off and not want to see me again.”

Aaron remained silent.  I realised he wanted me to open up more.

“This has been the most amazing few days, I can’t explain to you just how amazing you've made me feel.  I’ve never known anything like it before.  But tomorrow we sail back to Auckland and return to the normal world, where I'm governed by doing the right thing around my parents, friends and work colleagues.  I might not get this opportunity again, so I want to try everything with you.  Does that make sense?”

“Of course.  But would you let Ryker and Tony sleep with you?  And don’t answer what you want me to hear, tell me what you truly want.  And remember, I've had sex with all these people, except Valerie of course.”

“I don’t honestly know myself.  It goes against everything I've been taught, my first thoughts are ‘no way’.  Yet this afternoon when I heard that Rex and Sally weren't going to be here, I was disappointed.  I've even had visions of watching you fucking Sally and find myself really turned on by those visions.  But what you think does matter to me, I won’t do anything if I see the slightest look of dismay in your eyes.”

“Let's go to bed, you're not ready to go over and join in any of this.  And I'd rather be alone with you anyway.”

A huge wash of relief passed through me.  We stood together and took a last look at the three bodies in front of the fire.  Ryker had spun Valerie around and lifted her onto her knees.  He was fucking her in the doggy position, while Tony lay on his back in front of the fire.  Valerie was trying to give him a blow job but struggling as Ryker hammered her from behind.

I turned to Aaron.  “I want you to do me like that.  I’ve never done it doggy before.”

To be continued...