At midnight I felt Kathy get up to take her watch on the helm then shortly after that, a lush body slid next to me. When she turned my head to kiss me, she said, "Kathy told me you were worth waking up. Do you think you can make love to an old lady?"
I kissed the beautiful Cuban and made love to her until we shared a juicy orgasm together. When we collapsed, Mercy gave us both kisses but Juanita wouldn't let me go and kept me buried within her. Later I felt Mercy get up and shortly Kathy came and slid into bed, hugging my back as I was still buried in Juanita. When five came, I was wide awake and extricated myself from between the two ladies. They moaned a little but I was able to take a quick shower, put my peg on, dress in warm jeans, a shirt, and a jacket.
I went up to the helm and talked with Sue for a few minutes. She said, "Take the wheel, watch that we stay on the heading there. I have to pee and I'll start some coffee. I'll bring you a cup of the old first though."
Sue was only gone a few minutes, not long enough for me to panic over having the boat in my control. I could see Dewey's boat ahead and to our port side and the big yacht was almost directly behind us, about a quarter mile back.
Sue came up with a hot cup of coffee, apologizing because it was a couple of hours old. I assured her it was fine. We talked for a bit until she said, "I hope we were not too forward for you. Steve and all of us talked about this trip and we want you to share us with him. He's in agreement and loves the thought of all of us becoming even closer. I don't know what you have, but Steve just thinks the world of you. If you had brought your women with you, this place would not be a fit place for the kids. Mercy and I would ravish all of them and then let Steve enjoy all of them too."
Sue gave me a gentle kiss, "You know Juanita never goes to another man. When she told me she was going to go to you last night, Steve and I were both shocked, as she always steers away from being like that with others."
I sat back in the big chair by the helm, smiling. Juanita had been very loving. "Could it be she feels what you guys feel? It's easy to get turned on by everyone when you are close to you guys."
"It could be," Sue said. "You know you need to love up my mom and Missy, don't you? Both of them may be getting older, but they enjoy some loving. Steve would really appreciate you helping him take care of the extra women, especially now that Barb has joined us. The little vixen is a lot more experienced than we thought. She was between my legs, sucking the juices from me, as soon as Steve pulled free. The sight was enough to get Steve hot and bothered again, and he did her a third time last night. I hope the cute little slut is sore this morning. She isn't so little, is she? She's taller than all of us, except her mom, and she's almost as tall has she is."
I went into the lounge and got Sue and I more coffee, and was sitting with her, when Steve came out. Sue told him everything was great and said she thought the one line up front may be a little too tight, so Steve went up to look at it. I went with him to learn a little more. He checked the auto wind line that held the boom at the desired angle and just nodded. He said, "The line is fine. I think she might have had a little drop off of wind speed and it snapped a little. Come on back and we'll have some coffee."
When I got back to the helm with Steve, Missy had two coffees there for Sue and Steve, and said she would refill mine. I took my cup into the lounge and got a refill so she didn't have to wait on me.
It is still cool in the north Pacific, very cool, in the morning as you sail north. According to the GPS, we were averaging about twelve knots, which was very good, considering we didn't have the wind pushing from behind and were tacking. We were far north and the sun was up already, but behind clouds.
The radio crackled, it was Dewey calling Steve. They talked about the joint progress and agreed we would be four days total to get to Anchorage. Dewey said, "I'll call you about noon to talk about where we might anchor for the night."
Soon, there was a bustle below decks as people woke up and began making breakfast. The little ones were still used to the time back in Florida, so they were used to waking up at six in Florida which would be three AM here. They were sleeping till six onboard and that would be nine at home. Their body clocks would get crazier as the trip went farther.
Steve sent me below for breakfast of pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs. When I had my fill, I went up and asked Steve, "How about I watch the helm while you go eat? You have a panic button if something isn't right, don't you?"
Steve smiled, "Going to get right into the program, huh? I'm glad. We'll work on your sailor knowledge more today. The guy that can really teach you a lot is Dewey, so you'll have to spend some watches on his boat with him."
I was surprised no one came up while I was watching the helm. Steve stayed below for almost forty-five minutes, then came up to see how I was doing. "Not much to do but to watch those line tension gauges and to make sure the autopilot is keeping the boat on course. I think we hold the big wheel for looks."
Steve said, "Actually a gust can throw you off. The boat will try to correct itself, but it's good to be there and help it stay on course."
At eight, when it was time for Juanita's watch again, some of the kids came to get me to begin their guitar lessons.
I tuned six guitars then had them begin with their left hand showing them the position of the fingers for strumming. It took most of an hour for the six young ones to learn to keep their fingers in place to strum the strings six times slowly with the pick. They learned to strum C, G, and A. They all were doing it pretty well. I promised that we would learn the rest of the A through G tomorrow. I went for a cup of coffee and found the second group waiting for me. This went about the same as the first group, but we were able to go C, G, A, E, D. I wanted them to hear more than going from A to G straight through at least, as those notes at least sounded decent one after the other.
At eleven, I had the piano kids gathered in the lounge. I showed them how most people liked to begin learning from middle C out. I showed them the keys of the C scale, and then had the kids do it one after the other. They were going to learn fast. I made up a couple of sheets with scales so they would be sure to follow the music.
Kids were playing guitars during and after lunch as there were not enough for everyone to play at once. I had an idea so I called the air charter service on Steve's sat phone. After talking to Star and DeDe, I was able to ask for Lisa. I had to hang on as she was getting back from a charter to Jacksonville that had her taking off at five-thirty this morning.
"How are you doing, Lover," Lisa asked?
"Great, but I do miss you."
"Me too, what's up?"
"Lisa, could you go to the guitar store with Wanda and buy me a dozen student guitars? I'm teaching the kids and they are having a little problem with only a few guitars to practice with. I'll be teaching a bunch of kids so if I get a dozen that should be good. Have the store ship them to the Marshal's office in Anchorage and I'll pick them up when we get there. Can you do that?"
"Sure, Chuck. I'll send you the DVDs from our trip to Atlanta too. There are two from Pops' and three from Rags'. The people have also edited our Spanish trip, so you know it's going to be great. I'm sorry to have to go but I have to pee really bad. I'll have Wanda call you later."
This was going to be a good trip for the kids with enough guitars so they could all practice. If their interests last, they can take lessons from a professional teacher when they get back. The one thing they will have down is their scales and proper fingering.
I took a little time and used the boat's office to check my e-mail. There wasn't anything special and nothing in my file to worry me. I e-mailed Wanda that Lisa was going to get her to help with a project for me. I no sooner sent the e-mail than I received another in return. Wanda said, "John has talked to me twice today, wanting me to find out how close to Alaska you are. Do you know where you are?"
Up on deck, I copied down our longitude and latitude and went back downstairs to give the coordinates to Wanda. I copied John so he would know I was aware of him asking. I haven't been gone a week and he already has something for me to do.
I spent the afternoon with Steve and whoever was at the helm. Since the temperature had dropped significantly, they had shut down the outdoor helm and were using the inside helm in the front of the main lounge. The console looked like something from Star Trek, with all the radar monitors, gauges, and dials, along with a big compass and another GPS display. A couple of times, I put a parka on and went out on deck with Steve to check the lines, booms, and sails.
After a nice supper, Steve had me man the helm once again, giving me instructions how to handle the boat in different conditions and what sails we wanted up and what boom placements were for different wind conditions. This was very scientific, considering the art of sailing had been around for over a thousand years. Steve said he would teach me how to use a special piece of equipment to sight on stars in order to navigate and to find out where we were. He said the sextant was almost as old as sailing and still fairly accurate.
I decided that I would stand the shifts with Steve so I could learn and also to feel as if I were contributing to crewing on the boat. Steve said to me, "You might be more useful below deck. I'm just one guy, and if you think about it, there are a lot of women on board."
"Um, a, Steve, I look up to you in many ways, but I'm a little surprised at how easily you share your women."
Steve smiled at me warmly, "I don't do that with just anyone, Chuck. You have become a special part of our community and my family wants you to be a part of our family. I have some strange women. They are all very female oriented, but on the other hand, most have enjoyed some group fun with our very close friends at home. Michael and his women are close, intimate, friends with us, just as Dewey and his two women are now. Dewey was pretty conservative early in his relationship with Sheila, but as time progressed and Sheila brought Sheena into their household, Dewey has learned to love our group encounters. Dewey told me he had sent Sheena to you and you were a perfect gentleman. He said Sheena told him you just enjoyed her closeness. See, you've made even more intimate friends."
I just shook my head in wonder, "How about I continue to learn when you're at the helm. I think I can miss some sleep. I notice all of you take naps during the day. That's a great idea."
Steve laughed, "Those naps are usually for more than some sleep. The ladies just love to tuck me in for an afternoon nap. It's their way for us to get some special time together."
That brought a smile to my face thinking of the pleasure Steve must have with four attentive women. There may be some advantages to a poly relationship.
Steve said, "Actually this is Mercy's watch, but she wanted some time with Sue and Kathy, so I'm doing hers for her. I'm back on at two. You should probably go see if they are in the hot tub and join them, or go see if Missy or Beth is still up in the big lounge downstairs. Go on, be a good sailor and take care of the others."
I hesitantly, but eagerly, headed below deck to see what might await me. From the galley, I could see the glow of a TV in the big lounge but I thought I would check to see if the ladies were in the hot tub. I stopped off at my cabin to put my jacket up and found Juanita and Beth lying together in an embrace.
Juanita said, "Take a shower, Chuck, and come to bed. I think I have Beth ready for you, and she has me more than ready as well. Hurry, don't keep us waiting."
It took me just a few minutes to shower and brush my teeth. I was excited enough at the prospect of the two ladies that I had to follow my pointer into the main cabin. The two ladies separated and pushed the covers off their nudity. When I lay back, I said, "This is like pure heaven. I'm lying between two beautiful women who are waiting for me to make them happy. It really is heaven."
Making love to Beth was an experience. She was more active than some of the Fab Five, and was very oral. Beth had large billowy breasts, almost as large as Sue's, but a little softer with a little more sway. They were very sensitive and lots of fun for both of us to play with. She sucked me back up after I had unloaded in her, then said, "You taste so good that I'm going to make sure I get all of you next time."
Juanita wanted slower, soft, lovemaking that brings you from gentle touches and a gentle connection to a passion filled, thrashing finish.
The two ladies hugged me and snuggled to me. I had to mentally tell myself that I wanted to wake up at two to stand watch with Steve.
At just before two, I woke and checked the clock. After sliding from between the two mature lovers, I took a quick shower and dressed quickly to head up to the weather helm in the lounge.
Sue was there, ready to be relieved. She said, "I like these two hour shifts on the helm at night. They are short enough you don't get sleepy and are over almost as fast as they start."
Steve came up from the galley with two mugs of coffee. Sue and Steve kissed lovingly while I put on my coat and walked out to check the lines, booms, and sails as Steve had shown me. I had started at the front and as I was walking past the lounge windows, I saw what was probably supposed to be a private quickie going on inside. Steve had Sue laid out on one of the lounge sofas, almost completely stripped. Steve was face first pleasuring Sue, and from her expression, she was enjoying the attention.
Instead of gawking, I went to the farthest aft deck area to check the dinghy lines and all the equipment as I made my way forward, moving slowly, so as not to disturb the loving couple. When I passed the main helm area, I looked inside to see if it was safe to enter. I watched as the couple kissed and Sue turned to go down the ladder steps, carrying her clothes.
I waited a few minutes noting that the temperature seemed to be getting warmer and the prevailing winds were coming around behind us.
My entering the lounge caused Steve to look back and smile at me. "Thanks for staying out there for a while. Did you check all of the rigging?"
"Aye, Aye, Sir, I did that. All is well, but I noted the wind is now coming from the southwest and the temperature has warmed up considerably."
Steve said, "Yes, it has. According to the latest weather, we are east of a low pressure area that will probably bring some rougher weather onto us. I'll try to log on to the internet weather people to see what this will mean. If it looks bad, we'll go in nearer to land and hide out in a small harbor until the bad stuff passes. No sense in being in rough seas when there is no need to be. Want to watch the helm while I hammer on the internet?"
Big deal, I stood at the weather helm, checking instruments and watching the compass, along with the wind direction and speed indicators driven from equipment mounted on top of the main mast. We were getting winds of about twenty-five knots gusting to near forty.
Steve radioed Dewey's boat to see who was at the helm. Carl answered and asked, "It's getting windy out there, Dad, should we start looking for shelter? I've been checking the coast for harbors and there is one coming up that will accommodate all of us. The inlet isn't very wide but should be easy to navigate."
"Good work Carl, I'll call the "Irish Bell" and have her follow us. I see the harbor you're talking about. I'll give them the coordinates so they can look at it too."
"Aye, no need to call us, we be monitoring your talk. I see the area and will follow the two of you in. I was wondering when you might be trimming sail with winds getting way up there."
Steve manned the helm, following Dewey's "Executive Suite" toward the harbor area on the map. It took us three hours to reach the inlet that was about a mile long. We had the sail down and the motors running as the seas began picking up, pushing us more north and toward the shore.
Dewey had come to the helm when he heard the sail being lowered and the motors start. He radioed Steve that, so far, the depths on the map were accurate. The three big boats filled the sheltered harbor but it was large enough that we could anchor our boats securely without fear of hitting each other if we were to drag an anchor.
We dropped anchors fore and aft. Steve said, "Come out on deck and let's see if we can sneak up on some salmon before the rain gets here. We'll use some grease bait that works sometime. Steve pulled two rods and reels from a long locker on deck and we went to the stern deck to cast out on both sides of the boat.
Steve immediately hollered, "Got one and it's a nice one."
About a minute later, the pole was almost yanked from my hands. I pulled up on the rod to set the hook and began cranking as hard as possible, hoping the line didn't break. I could hear Steve happily putting his fish in the rear fish locker and unhooking it. When my fish broke the water, it was huge in my estimation. It felt like a ton, but was probably only fifteen pounds or something like that.
I hollered to Steve, "Where should I put this whale I've caught?"
I hoisted the fish to the deck and Steve said, "That's a great one, about twenty pounds. Let's get a few more so we can feed everyone on all three boats."
There was no need, as I heard Ben and J.J. holler that they had caught fish. When our locker was getting full, Steve said, "That's enough. We'll be cleaning fish for an hour.
Steve had set up a folding table with a special plastic top just for what we were doing. He and I began gutting the fish, dumping the entrails into buckets, slicing off the heads, then filleting the meat from the skin and the bones. When we were done, we had close to thirty pounds of salmon fillets.
Steve said, "Let's feed the crabs." He poured the buckets of fish offal over the side and said, "We probably should have put down a couple of those collapsible crab traps, I'll bet this little harbor is lousy with king crab."
He looked at me and said, "Why not, that would really be a treat."
Steve went to another locker on deck and brought out three large fold up crab traps. When he set them up, he put a weight on all three of them and put some of the offal in the traps and threw them overboard in three different directions. I was amazed at how much line went with the traps as it looked to be over a hundred feet on each. Steve tied off the lines and said, "We'll pull the traps in late this afternoon. If we're lucky, we'll have a delicious crab supper for everyone."
Juanita was up for her shift, but Steve said, "We can probably all go to bed and sleep late. The weather is going to be terrible tomorrow, so we'll have a day to visit and have some fun. We have enough salmon to feed a small village."
Steve radioed the other two boats and told them we were going to bed and we would see them in the morning.
I was smelly from the fish, so I went into the head within my cabin and took a quick shower, leaving my smelly clothes in the head. When I slid into bed, I realized that Juanita was not there and that Missy had taken her place. I thought she was asleep, but as soon as I lay back, Beth snuggled to me on one side, and Missy began kissing me from the other. She asked softly, "Did you think I was going to wait forever for you to get around to me? Your head is talking to me and Mercy constantly. Thank you for the nice thoughts you had when you were appraising me these last few days. It just made me want you more. The way Beth is clinging, I take it you've made her feel good. It's my turn now, Bucko, so pay attention. I'm ready, more than ready, for some of your notorious loving."
My goodness, these ladies are very aggressive and very forward. There's no shyness among them at all, but then, they are all attractive and desirable.
With some difficulty, I was able to get out from beneath Beth and spend an enjoyable time making love to Missy. She might be old or mature, but as I learned from Beth and Missy, these ladies can be very vigorous in their desires. When we were laying on our backs, with sweat drying on us and Missy leaking onto the bed, Beth said, "Isn't he so much fun? Don't you love the way he makes you feel as if you're the only one in the whole world he cares about. So much love from someone so young."
Missy snuggled into my side, "Pull the covers up, Beth, so we can get a little sleep. Chuck, Honey, you're going to be very popular among the ladies on this cruise. I can guarantee the ladies of this family are going to be all over you. No wonder my daughter is so enamored. Mercy, you, and I have to have a long intimate talk about how your mind works. I think you have a gift we need to bring out."
I smiled to myself, thinking that with the loving I've been getting, this was a wonderful place to be. My last thoughts were mingled with mind pictures of Missy, and then Mercy was standing in there, I pictured her with her hands on her hips saying, "Mother, don't hog him. Others want him too."
I almost laughed.
Missy punched me and said, "That's not funny."
I figured I should sleep. I did.
Primary editing by Pepere
Proofing by Sagacious