The Last Day at Sea Ended in an Orgy

We met up with the rest of the group on the way to the harbor. After the usual hellos, we kept walking together to the pier, where we were going to board to spend the last day of the vacation at sea. Carla was squeezing my hand, excited like a little girl, and Diana and Rubén were walking behind us, laughing at every bit of nonsense.

When we got there, we were surprised by the boat they had rented. It wasn’t small by any means. Hugo had gotten it through an acquaintance who dealt with the skipper, and he’d gotten it for us at a reasonable price for the whole day.

As soon as we got on board, they introduced us to the crew. The owner and skipper was Frank, a Belgian in his fifties, tall, fit, with hair bleached by the sun and the calm of a man who has seen everything. His assistant, Toni, was around thirty, dark and wiry, with that shyness of someone who still blushes.

They showed us around the boat: four cabins below deck, a spacious saloon on the main deck, and a small upper helm station where the wheel was controlled. While Toni cast off the lines and Frank maneuvered us out of the harbor, we went below to change. Carla, Diana, Rubén and I took one cabin; the rest spread out among the others.

Carla and Diana put on bikinis that left very little to the imagination. The men, on the other hand, wore ordinary swim trunks.

When we came up on deck, the others were dressed the same way. It looked like a runway: every size, every color, a collection of bodies in the sun with a drink in hand that Toni kept refilling without ever lifting his eyes from the floor.

We hadn’t even left the harbor ten minutes when Greta took off her bikini top, and the rest followed as if it had been a prearranged signal. Noa’s small breasts, Carla’s and Diana’s round ones, Sandra’s big dark ones, and crowning it all, Greta’s enormous white tits, with those pink nipples that seemed to beg for attention.

Toni served the drinks, his eyes landing again and again where they shouldn’t. The girls noticed right away and, instead of covering up, teased him. Greta crossed her arms under her breasts to lift them; Diana ran her hands over hers as if brushing off nonexistent sand.

“You really are bad,” Diana laughed when poor Toni turned around stammering.

“Us?” Greta replied, looking innocent. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Did you see the bulge in his trunks? That’s not going down for the rest of the day.”

We laughed while Frank anchored in a cove that could only be reached from the sea. Toni prepared the dinghy with coolers of drinks, and we headed down with our towels. Frank offered to take us and stay with us; Toni would take care of the boat and the food.

The dinghy bounced against the waves and, with every leap, the women’s breasts did the same. Frank pretended to watch the horizon, but every so often he sped up a little more just to see them bounce. They couldn’t let go to hold themselves in place, so I, without hesitation, put an arm around Sandra’s shoulders and held one of her breasts for her.

“Don’t worry, this one’s not moving anymore,” I told her.

We reached the cove laughing. While Frank sorted things out, the rest of us spread our towels on the sand. Carla was the first to take off the bottom of her bikini as well.

“After yesterday’s nudist beach, we’re not going to be any less here,” she said, and lay down completely naked in the sun.

The rest copied her without a hint of shame. Only Frank kept his trunks on, until Noa walked over to him with a voice like pure honey.

“And you, Captain? Aren’t you taking yours off? Are you going to snub us like that?”

Frank looked at her for a moment, weighing it up, and finally gave in. When he pulled down his trunks, a long, not-too-thick cock came into view, marked with veins. Noa stared openly and licked her lips.

“Now that’s better. Now we’re all even.”

We started rubbing sunscreen into one another with a slowness that was anything but innocent. Greta was massaging Bruno’s legs and let her hand linger much higher than necessary. I covered Carla and Diana, not leaving a single inch unattended. Frank watched it all, standing there without blinking.

Noa tossed him the bottle and he caught it in midair.

“I’ll give you yours if you give me mine after,” she told him, already kneeling.

Without waiting for an answer, she spread the cream over his shoulders and back, slowly working downward until she was kneeling behind him, sliding her hands generously between his ass cheeks before continuing down his thighs. From where we were, we could see Frank’s cock growing until it was completely hard.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

When he turned, with Noa still crouched, she had him at face level. She grabbed it, put a little cream on it with an unnecessary caress, and kept moving up his chest as if nothing had happened. Then she offered him her own back. Frank started on her shoulders, reached her ass, grabbed it with both hands, and rubbed his erection against it while she pushed her hips back.

“Now the front,” Noa asked, turning around.

Frank went down along her neck and sides, skirting her small breasts until she held his hands and brought them straight there.

“Don’t forget them. They’re very sensitive,” she murmured.

He rubbed her nipples with his palms, feeling them harden, and moved down her belly to her cunt. He ran his thumb between her lips, found her clit, and Noa started gasping, pushing her hips forward so he could reach better.

***

By then none of us were still looking with our hands still. Diana had already grabbed my cock and was jerking me off while I stroked Carla, who had her legs open and her eyes fixed on the scene. We’d forgotten the rest of the group until we heard Greta and Bruno moaning, a few meters away, devouring each other in sixty-nine, his tongue buried in her without respite.

Frank already had Noa’s face between her thighs, licking her while she held his head against her. Diana decided she wanted the same: she straddled my face and leaned down to put it in her mouth. I licked and felt her wetness increasing, while with my other hand I kept opening Carla up, and she moaned nonstop.

When Diana stood up, she dropped onto my cock in one go and started riding me. From there I could see more: Bruno had Greta on all fours, fucking her from behind and making those huge tits sway; Noa was lying down with her legs around Frank, taking him all the way. Carla, on her knees, had Hugo’s cock in her mouth, and Sandra was doing the same with Rubén.

Bruno was the first to come, leaving Greta half-finished. She stood up, came over to us, and sat on my face so I could finish her with my tongue while she kissed Diana. I tasted her and felt her tremble with my hands dug into her hips, until she came over me with a rough cry.

“Finally I get to taste my favorite older man’s cock,” she said afterward, lowering herself down to sit on me.

She sank down slowly until I was all the way inside her and started moving. All around us, the cove echoed with moans. Frank came all over the girls’ faces, and they kept licking him with laughs before taking him by the hand to the water. Carla, to my surprise, was on her knees fighting for Hugo’s cock with Bruno’s mouth, the two men looser than I’d imagined.

When I felt I was about to come, Greta stood up and slipped my cock between her breasts, moving them up and down until I finished between them. She licked her lips, looking me in the eyes.

“Well, you really are good at that. The others were right. Let’s go into the water.”

***

We all went swimming to wash off the salt and then came back to the towels. Frank handed out drinks and ended up sitting with us, between Diana and Sandra, who couldn’t keep their hands off him. He told us he was Belgian, retired, that he had moved to the area with his late wife and set up a small real estate agency, and that Toni was his brother-in-law. While he talked, the girls played with his cock, which rose again without him losing the thread.

It was time to head back to the boat to eat. No one bothered getting dressed, and we all went back naked, to Toni’s bewilderment, as he helped us climb aboard with his eyes wide. There was a fresh-water hose at the stern; the girls gathered there to rinse off and Sandra asked for the hose so she could spray us all down, Toni included, whose pants were already giving away what was happening underneath.

For decency’s sake, the men put our trunks back on to eat. Frank and Toni served a grilled fish spread that left nothing behind, and when we were done they brought out coffee and a few liqueurs. Poor Toni, seated between Sandra and Greta, didn’t dare move: every little movement brushed against a naked breast.

“To the holidays,” Hugo toasted. “Some of the best I can remember. And to the new friends.”

“We’ve eaten already,” Sandra cut in. “So off with the trunks, we’re going to play a game.”

We men undressed, Frank included. Toni hesitated, looked at his brother-in-law, and the latter gestured for him to do it. When he took off his trunks, a thick, already erect cock with a narrow head came into view.

“The girls keep their eyes closed,” Diana explained. “The guys walk by and we have to guess whose is whose.”

They went one by one. They got mine right and Rubén’s. When Toni’s turn came, Greta grabbed him and, pretending not to recognize him, bent down to put him in her mouth for a long while “just to make sure.” There was a second round, and then we reversed it: us with our eyes closed, them walking by so we could guess by the breasts. We got hardly any right, and between the laughter the game started turning into something else.

“Now you sit down and we get on top,” Noa proposed. “Let’s see if you can guess who’s who.”

One by one they sat down facing away from us, guiding our cocks inside them. I opened my eyes and saw Carla riding Toni slowly, taking his hands to her breasts; Sandra was on top of me; Diana was riding Hugo. By then nobody was closing their eyes anymore. We rotated, swapped, and the game was completely forgotten: we were all mixed together, with no rules and no turns.

Greta knelt between Carla and Hugo to lick them both at the same time while Toni fucked her from behind, finally losing his fear. Noa laid Rubén down, sat on him and told Frank to take her from behind; when she had them both inside her she started moving slowly, building speed without stopping moaning.

Diana was still riding me when Hugo came over, lubed her ass with his tongue and, without surprising either of us anymore, took up position behind her. I could feel his thrusts through Diana, who was kissing me with her mouth open while Toni offered her his cock from one side. Farther over, Frank had Carla on all fours and Noa was riding Rubén with Greta sitting on his face.

One by one, we all came. Greta and Noa sat down and motioned for us; we moved closer to finish between their breasts and their mouths until they were completely covered, satisfied, and laughing at their own role.

***

We ended up scattered across the deck, with no desire to move, until Frank pulled out the hose again and sprayed us all down, especially the two who had enjoyed it most. Between shoves and grabbing hands, we ended up back in the water, where no one was really sure whose hand was whose.

The sun was starting to set and it was time to head back to port. Frank weighed anchor and we began the return trip while the rest of us spread out over the deck. Carla and I stayed seated, exhausted, staring at the wake.

“Damn, what a crew,” she said.

“And what a vacation. We wanted it quiet,” I laughed.

“For that, it should’ve just been you and me. Without Diana or Rubén.”

“You’re not going to complain after how much you enjoyed it, are you?”

She slapped my thigh and stood up. I watched her head toward the cabin where Frank was at the helm, and Diana went after her. When I peeked in a little while later, the two of them were on their knees, battling over his cock with their tongues until the captain emptied himself.

“This is, as thanks to the captain,” Diana said, licking her lips.

Sandra and Noa were giving Toni the same treatment at the stern. Once we docked, we gathered everything up and said goodbye to the crew with hugs and caresses that no longer hid anything. We walked together to the hotel and there we split off from the rest of the group. My final goodbye was Greta’s breasts and a couple of licks to those pink nipples.

Back in the room, we showered and went down to dinner before packing our bags, because the next day we were getting up early to go home. That night we were so tired that neither of us even thought of anything other than sleeping. We had come looking for a quiet vacation, and we were leaving with our bodies aching and a smile that wouldn’t fade.