Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Bruce's Story
Part: Chapter 4 of 4
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: Teens meet and learn together while out sailing.
Keywords: MF, mf, MFmf, oral, inc
Language: English
Copyright: 2004

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Sixteen year old Bruce had been asked to join his Uncle 
Frank on a weekend yacht cruise to provide some 
companionship for Maeve, the similarly aged daughter of 
Frank's new girlfriend Denise.

At first Maeve had been cold towards Bruce but once she 
had gotten to know him they hit it off remarkably well.  
They had lost their virginities and afterwards had caught 
their older companions in a compromising situation which 
had led to a more openness about their mutual sexual 
endeavours.

An evening of passion had followed and now Maeve had 
spent part of the morning entertaining Frank while Bruce 
had been busy coating her mother with sunscreen.

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When I sat down next to Denise again she asked what the 
others were doing.

"Frank is teaching Maeve how to sail."  She could have 
seen for herself if she'd knelt up and looked over the 
roof of the cabin.

"Good."

I wondered about her brief comment.  'Good' because Maeve 
was not fooling around with me or 'Good' because neither 
of them were likely to come forward for a while?

"I suppose you know I was not very happy to find Maeve in 
your bunk last night?"

"Yes but we WERE just sleeping."  Well we were AT THE 
TIME she found us so I don't suppose I was really lying.

"Maeve did say that ..."

Did she?  I felt luck was with me since we hadn't 
bothered getting our stories straight.

"... and I'm willing to accept that if that's what you 
say.  I was concerned that, after your behaviour in the 
afternoon, you would take your search for knowledge 
further."

"No, I'm still pretty ignorant."

That too was true - I certainly wasn't aware that Frank 
had moved his hands away from Maeve's big breasts and was 
at that moment finger fucking her while she held onto the 
boat's wheel for support.

"I'm glad to hear that.  Maeve is still too young to fool 
around like that but I understand a boy's needs are 
different.  Frank told me he has always openly discussed 
matters of a personal nature with you, though never quite 
as personal as yesterday I believe.  I would prefer if 
you had any questions like that you come to me or him 
rather than bothering Maeve."

"Oh, I'll try not to bother Maeve."  She would be 
bothered if I DIDN'T fool around with her - that was one 
thing I was confident about.

"I do have one question but it's a bit embarrassing."

"What is it Bruce?"

"Well I got to taste Maeve's pussy yesterday ..."

She seemed to wince; was it because I said "pussy" or 
"Maeve"?

"... but I didn't really get a chance to look closely at 
it so I would understand about clitoris' properly."

"Oh! Well!  I CAN understand that.  You had better help 
me strip my bathers off then; you've already seen me 
naked so it shouldn't matter."

Though Denise may have rationalised that she was only 
doing this to make sure her daughter wasn't involved in 
any further investigations, surely she must have realised 
that any significant opportunities really had passed.  
She could have simply ensured that she managed to 
chaperone us during out remaining time together and then 
kept us apart afterwards; there was absolutely no 
justifiable reason for her to "educate" me.

I could only assume then that she wanted to get me to 
fool around with her, perhaps to spite her daughter, 
perhaps to get back at Frank for fingering her daughter 
while supposedly instructing me yesterday, or perhaps 
even because of a craving for a lusty innocent teenager.  
(Had she had the opportunity to corrupt, I mean instruct, 
a "virgin" before?)

I figured that, regardless of her intentions, I had 
better not appear to have been practising.  As I slipped 
her bikini briefs past her upraised hips I gazed with 
genuine interest as the forbidden vista's unfolded.

Denise watched my reaction like a hawk.

What she didn't realise was that, while I was moving  
around in front of her, I had glanced back along the boat 
and saw Frank and Marie waving and making "okay" circles 
with thumb and finger - cheesy grins and all.  They were 
encouraging me though I'm not sure what they had in mind 
- maybe simply "keep her busy".

"You can lie down where you can get a better look if you 
want."  She spread her knees and pointed at the space 
between them.

I dutifully complied.  I really WAS quite interested as 
well as needing to play the innocent being led by my 
balls.

Denise parted her lips and I got my first really good 
look at her pussy; Maeve's hand had kept getting in the 
way when my own wasn't blocking the view.

I have to say I thought her daughter's to be the nicer of 
the two though I wasn't put off by the display before me; 
it would have been nice to have had one above the other 
for ease of comparison.

Maeve's fur looked softer - I had yet to find out if that 
was really the case - and her skin was a mixture of 
creams, pinks and darker reds rather than whites, browns 
and purples.  I had possessed an image of a gaping hole 
but the reality was an intricate array of convoluted 
surfaces with a small dark entrance that widened to my 
adventurous touch after Denise instructed me to slip a 
finger or two inside.

She was wet enough that one finger could easily slide 
into the warm depths.  I felt around and noticed the 
ribbed interior surfaces.

I hadn't had the opportunity for a gynaecological 
examination before - with Maeve I had been attempting to 
give and get pleasure rather than getting an education.

Still the teacher seemed to be enjoying the lessons even 
more than I was.  Denise gave me instructions of where 
she liked to be rubbed, inside and out; whether I should 
be gentle, firm or sometimes what I considered a little 
harsh.

I coaxed her juices forth and shared the flavour on my 
fingers with her.  "Mmm, not bad!"

"Delicious", I complimented her.

"Better than Maeve's?"

Oh, Oh!  You can't catch me out like that.

"Frank told me once I should never try to make 
comparisons between women; that, like good wines or 
books, they should all be appreciated on their merits."

I made no mention of his further warnings that, no matter 
who I was complimenting to the detriment of the other, it 
would come back at me some way and it was therefore best 
to play the gallant coward and refuse to be drawn 
further.

"Perhaps you need a better taste to compare."  She 
ignored my statement of intended neutrality.  "Would you 
like to taste my juices from the source?"

Since I was already kneeling, bent over, between her 
knees, it took but a second to be lying prone with my 
hands holding on behind her as I pressed my lips to her 
pussy.

At least I had had a chance to practise these lessons and 
found Denise sought, and appreciated, much the same 
approaches as her daughter.  She, however, was used to 
sexual contact and tested my stamina to the limits.

I felt the roots of my tongue ache; I had extended its 
length for what had begun to appear an eternity.  It was 
an exquisite self-imposed torture.  I could have stopped 
at any time but I wanted to prove myself to an 
experienced woman; I wanted HER to acknowledge my skills 
- if I had any; I wanted her to be the first to say 
"Enough!".

I didn't quite make it - but it was a near thing.

With my tongue seeking its home for a necessary, and 
well-deserved, rest I was left to use other methods to 
provide the pleasure Denise sought.

I moved slightly forward so my pursed lips could surround 
the area identified as her clitoris.  I circled it widely 
and pressed my lips to seal it off then gently sucked, 
and released, sucked and released, over and over.

I imagined it was Maeve's nipple and ran my tongue around 
the tip;  I flicked it lightly; I pressed it with the tip 
of my tongue - a finger on her doorbell.  Did I start 
things ringing?

Not yet, a little more effort since she IS showing that 
I'm getting to her.  Mmm.  A scalp massage - perhaps more 
a scalping - that certainly seemed to indicate 
satisfaction with my work.  Suck, release.

It seemed that she was bigger between my lips - place 
your little finger between your lips and then replace it 
with your thumb.  Penises are magnified as they fill with 
blood - do clits work the same way?

I ran the flat of my tongue from inside her hole, back 
over the surface until I hit her curls.  I buried my 
upper teeth gently in the shrubbery and wiggled my tongue 
from side to side.

I had got there, she was making the sounds so familiar 
from yesterday and I felt her thighs touch, then tighten, 
against my ears.  I continued as the pressure built, 
waiting for her release.

The excitement was too much for me as well and I felt my 
own messy ejaculation just before her body shook and she 
finally relaxed her legs as her hands changed from pull 
to push on my head.

"Oh you darling boy!  That was wonderful, though I had 
hoped I might show you the joys of intercourse."

I wasn't sure whether that would have been a good idea 
right then though under other circumstances I would have 
been happy to have taken up her offer.  I certainly 
wasn't about to let her know that I was already aware of 
those joys.

"You've made me come and you, poor thing, have missed out 
on those delights."

"Er, actually ..."  It was rather embarrassing but the 
damp patch on my bathers would be obvious against the 
lighter red of the dry fabric.  I had no choice but to 
own up.

I knelt, sitting back on my heels, and Denise saw what I 
meant.  I must have been blushing for she looked into my 
face with some sympathy.

"Don't worry about going off like that, it's quite normal 
and something you'll grow out of as you get more 
experience."

"A little patronising, don't you think?"  I didn't say it 
but it made me appreciate Maeve all the more.  We had 
both recognised we would be a little clumsy in our mutual 
ignorance and neither of us had treated the other with 
anything but consideration once we had got past our 
initial scrapes.

Denise was lovely to look at, sweet to eat and would be 
wonderful to fuck - at least once - but I could see the 
shallower side Maeve had mentioned.  Still - one gets 
what one can and I was quite happy to have gotten this 
much.  I might have been too harsh in my appraisal, 
Denise 

"I'd better clean up."

"Won't they notice?" Denise pointed; she didn't need to 
say more.

I picked up the sunscreen.  "Spilled?"

She concurred that the others MIGHT accept the feeble 
excuse; I didn't think it would matter - their response 
was likely to be humorous either way.

I was right - Maeve was too busy squirming on Frank's 
lap, his shorts around his ankles and her bikini briefs 
beside them on the deck beneath the thwart where they sat 
screwing while the ship's wheel was tied into a set 
position.

I don't think they noticed me, let alone the state of my 
bathers.  I dropped them to soak in the sink while I 
changed into my shorts instead, and then wrung the water 
out and left them until needed.

Up on deck again I was finally acknowledged when Maeve 
lifted her top above her breasts and summoned me over 
with some urgency.

"Please ... suck ... on ... my ... tits!"

Each word was punctuated by a bounce down onto my uncle's 
prick.  He looked over her shoulder and was obviously 
enjoying himself.

Maeve had given us both marvellous blowjobs so it was 
only right that we do whatever we could to reward her in 
turn.  I squeezed myself into the narrow gap between 
their knees and the wheel and began to fondle and suck on 
the young woman's magnificent breasts.

Frank held one for me, his fingers encircling the organ 
close to her chest while still leaving enough for me to 
grip as well.  I needed to hold it up as Maeve was moving 
it around as she steadily fucked Frank.

My other hand wandered a little and I rubbed a knuckle 
over her fur and into the cleft until my finger collided 
with the wet pole disappearing temporarily inside her.

I backed it away and pressed the knuckle more firmly 
against her clit as my tongue worked its way around her 
nipple.

I think I rewarded her at least in part as she almost 
crushed my head to her breast and began to wriggle 
frantically from side to side as she tried to make my 
knuckle touch wherever her "itch" currently needed the 
most attention.

I don't know how long they had been fucking before I had 
come aft - I had taken a few minutes down below so Frank 
was at least able to last that long (I don't think I 
could have).

They certainly didn't last much longer once I joined them 
though I doubt that was much more than coincidence.

It was probably fortunate as Denise must have recovered 
herself and would probably be wondering why her boyfriend 
- the real one, not my temporary substitution - wasn't 
seeking her company.

Maeve came, apparently with my uncle, and, after a few 
shudders, pulled me to my feet where I then had to bend 
again to get a kiss for my efforts before being summarily 
pushed out of the way while she stood and turned to kiss 
Frank as well.

I moved over to the hatch and rested against the top of 
the cabin.  I could see a glistening trail running down 
Maeve's leg and she must have found it annoying since she 
rubbed it before quickly dropping down the ladder into 
the cabin.

I turned back from watching her hurried departure to see 
Frank pulling up his shorts.

"You don't mind?"

"I think Maeve can make up her mind what she wants to do.  
She doesn't seem to have cast me aside.  Besides, her 
mother has been instructing me.  I hope YOU don't mind."

"No.  Denise is going to do just what she likes anyway - 
I had no false hopes about that when I met her.  Still, 
she's a fantastic woman and an enthusiastic lover."

"And she DOES taste nice", I added with a grin.

"Fortunately a family trait, I would say."

Maeve came back on deck and Frank went below.  He had 
released the wheel to make a correction and then handed 
it over to me; Maeve took her place behind me, arms 
wrapped around my chest as she leaned over my shoulder to 
capture my earlobe between her teeth.  I twitched at the 
ticklish touch and she released me, laughing.

"How was Mother-Dear?"

"Tasty - almost as nice as you.  How was Frank?"

"Heavenly!  And without taking anything away from the 
gorgeous things you've already done for me.  Mother 
didn't try to screw you to the deck then?"

"No.  It was more 'show and tell and taste'.  I didn't 
get a chance to thank YOU properly for before though."

"It was your pleasure!" she laughed.  "An interesting 
experience but I don't think I'll wait around in future."

"You still gave me, and I'm sure Frank, the most 
unbelievable time and I can only thank you again and 
promise to try to do what I can in return."

"What I'd really like to see is Mother having to swallow 
some cum - yours or Frank's.  Still there might be 
something else; perhaps I could catch her fucking you - 
maybe Frank could or we could all end up in their bed 
together.  Oh!  Now you've set me going - I'll have to 
think up something completely wicked!" 

I began to worry what my promise might have unleashed.

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We ate lunch together on deck and I was amazed that the 
gulls began to circle around almost immediately.  Where 
had they been and how could they tell there was food 
aboard?

We were still underway and none tried to land though it 
wouldn't have been hard for them.  Perhaps it was just 
that we would have been too close to them.

They seemed to be waiting for any scraps to be cast 
overboard - they certainly swooped down on a few bits of 
crust Maeve and I threw out for them.

They would be disappointed though; we kept a tidy ship 
and tried to keep the seas equally tidy.  A few scraps 
seem nothing but when you get a number of boats in a 
small area and some of the supposedly biodegradable items 
hang around, the scraps can collect where the currents 
meet to form quiet little scummy floating garbage dumps.

The wind and the sun picked up and we were treated to a 
couple of hours energetic sailing as we approached the 
other coastline.  We were heading homewards but there 
were still a few hours left of our outing and Frank 
intended to take us by some rocks that barely warranted 
the name "islands".

Coming in from the north, we could see the absence of 
other seafarers on both sides of the island and, after 
travelling between the main island and the nearer 
coastline, we anchored at the only sandy beach towards 
the south where we had a perfect view of anyone 
approaching from the nearest harbour.  We would have at 
least two hours undisturbed, possibly longer.

This time we had moored much closer in.  The beach 
changed from a fairly quick slope to an abrupt drop then 
a deep relatively flat bottom allowing ample clearance 
below the boat in all tides.

We could drop over the sides and easily swim to standing 
depth - it was only 20 or 30 metres - and even Denise 
went along with Maeve's suggestion that bathers weren't 
necessary.

Frank did suggest we carry our sandals or thongs (the 
flip flop type not the dental floss style bikinis) if we 
intended to have a look around.  There were apparently 
penguin burrows at one end of the beach and we might spot 
some harmless lizards but other than some guano or a 
patch of prickles there was nothing to worry about on the 
island.

Swimming breast stroke it was also possible to wear a hat 
and all four of us did so against the sun's rays; I had 
the tube of sunscreen and Frank had a bottle of water.

We had our own private nude island!

That might not sound much different from the private cove 
we occupied the previous day but then the dynamics 
between the "residents" were considerably different, two 
virgins and two "prudes" - okay I'm being unfair to Frank 
but he wouldn't have started anything in front of either 
Maeve or me if we hadn't forced his hand.

We frolicked in the shallows after dumping our gear up 
onto the sand and there was quite a bit of groping going 
on under the water where others supposedly couldn't see 
exactly what was going on.

Denise seemed to keep her hands mainly to Frank though I 
did get my balls cupped with one hand while the other 
squeezed my knob when she came up behind me while the 
others were having an impromptu race.  While her breasts 
spread over my back, I reached behind and was allowed to 
slip a finger between the folds of her pussy until the 
others stood up and Denise suddenly took a step away.

I wondered what she would have said if I had told her of 
our companions' carnal activities.

I WAS tempted to move behind her and lift her fine pair 
up to the surface while the others were watching to check 
her response but Maeve still hadn't decided what mischief 
she wanted and I didn't want to spoil her certain-to-be-
devious plans.

It was pointless me trying to literally go muff-diving 
but Maeve played "Fish" a few times and gobbled up a 
couple of worms without Mother catching on.  I wished 
then that Denise was joining in as well; it would have 
been interesting to see whether she could suck dick as 
well as her novice daughter.

There were a couple of shark jokes - spotting a white 
pointer, that sort of thing - but I refrained from any 
"Moby Dick" responses; firstly as neither of the lovely 
ladies were really whale-like and secondly because I 
dreaded whatever "Dick" jokes they may retaliate with.

It was a time for casual fooling around in both senses of 
the phrase until Frank had a quiet word in my ear with a 
suggestion as to how to warm things up.  I had to trust 
he knew what we were doing.

We moved around, nothing deliberate, until he was behind 
Denise and I was similarly positioned behind Maeve.  Then 
we moved in, hugging our respective girls with hands on 
tits and mouths kissing sensitive necks while they 
watched each other.

We released them and went for another little swim before 
diving under to come up behind them and repeat the 
performance.

Once again we went under and once again we seized the 
women from behind - but this time we had swapped and I 
counted the seconds until I felt Denise stiffen slightly 
as she realised one or the other of us wasn't who she 
expected.

I intensified my attentions knowing full well that Maeve 
wasn't going to mind who was warming her up.  Denise 
didn't seem to notice when I released her tit but she 
certainly did when my hand brushed her pubes.

She started to push my arm away.

"It's alright.  The others are probably doing exactly the 
same."  I looked across the narrow gap and Frank's arm 
was clearly visible through the water as he reached 
between Denise's daughter's thighs.

I turned Denise's jaw towards me so I could kiss her and 
I found the impediment to my accessing her pussy suddenly 
gone.  It seemed Denise was willing to play in public 
after all.

My prick was pushing against her butt and she pushed back 
against it as our kiss finished.  I hadn't used my tongue 
when kissing her yet; the angle hadn't made it easy this 
time and our earlier kiss had been more a dismissal on 
her part than an attempt to light further fires.

I was surprised she seemed so intent on bruising her 
asshole on my erection - it was nowhere near her pussy 
and, at that stage, I wasn't experienced enough to know 
about the attraction of a little contact even in those 
who aren't into holidaying in Greece.

I now had access to what I considered the goal line in 
this fine sport, even if I seemed to still have a way to 
go before I could score.  Denise leaned back against me, 
letting the water, and my arm as it reached around so I 
could cup her breast, support her while one leg could 
drift away from the other to give me plenty of room to 
manoeuvre.

Frank had been a little more creative;  with Maeve 
floating on her back he had come up under her legs so her 
thighs rested on his shoulders.  Her pussy was raised a 
little out of the water and her shoulders sunk a similar 
amount while still leaving her face clear of the slight 
waves.

I watched as her arms made slow sweeping movements to 
keep her stable and used my hand in Denise's pussy to 
lift her slightly while I edged us closer.

Denise couldn't help but watch her boyfriend devouring 
her daughter's salty twat.  I would have liked to try 
something similar but I don't think Denise would have 
been up to it.  I might have been wrong; I'll never know.

"Can we make love on the beach?" I whispered in her ear.  
There didn't seem to be much more I could do there in the 
sea with the water diluting her juices.

She thought about it; it wasn't an immediate "Yes" or 
"No" and she finally answered "Alright".

She let her foot sink and turned, losing contact with 
both my hands before planting a very different kiss on, 
and in, my mouth.

We waded out, hand in hand.  "Very schoolgirlish on her 
part" I thought.  It didn't seem to quite suit the 
difference in our ages but I later found that as you get 
older you still remember what happened in your youth and 
some people quite happily never really lose that youthful 
outlook.

It was far more comfortable lying in the shallows than on 
the beach itself as there was a warm depression between 
the shore and a wide sandbar where we could lie out of 
the wind and use the sand bar as a bit of a back rest.

Denise had me lie down beside her and suckle on her tit 
for a while first.  I thought perhaps she might sit on my 
lap like Maeve had when we had shared the loss of our 
virginities or perhaps kneeling over me as I lay on my 
back.

Denise though wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard at 
that, while supposedly meekly submitting.

I never found out if that was a particular preference of 
hers or if she simply needed to feel she was somehow 
unable to resist being intimate with someone other than 
the man she was dating; that I was forcibly taking her 
and she was therefore blameless.

It didn't make much sense since she had quite willingly 
moved to the shallows with me but I must admit I didn't 
really care if it was fantasy or a flight from reality; 
"Little Bruce" was eager to try out another woman, eager 
to make comparisons, eager to learn what a more 
experienced lover could teach him.

I had no desire to hold him back.

Following her silent directions (she instructed me 
initially by the way she spread her legs and held my head 
to her breast and, once I was game enough to test whether 
she would let me touch her yet, my hand to her pubes) I 
slid over her thighs and leaned over her prone body as 
the clear water covered all but the peaks of her breasts.

Little brown islands with a solitary palm each, the paler 
flesh of her breasts whitened by the interface between 
sea and air.  I bent to kiss one while trying to 
manipulate my cock head with my free hand.

Ah!  I was in, just, and then, with a firm push, I was 
suddenly sliding smoothly inside.

Denise put her arms around my back as I held myself over 
her and hugged me while her hips pushed upwards in 
opposition to my thrusts.

I started out slowly and, inevitably, built up speed.  
Denise was being jolted, my lighter frame somehow 
overcoming her greater inertia.

Rings of wavelets spread out from her body and I could 
feel myself reaching a point where I would lose all 
control.

"Hi there.  Whatcha doin'?"

 
I couldn't have stopped if there had been a shark in with 
us.  Maeve's light hearted interruption meant nothing to 
me no matter how much it affected her mother.

Denise's face took on a look of horror - what had she 
expected?  That the others would pretend she wasn't 
getting her brains fucked out by a sixteen year old?  I 
hoped she as at least finding the experience enjoyable.

I came and the sensations only drove me on harder as I 
sought to bury myself deeper and deeper.  My pubic bone 
must have been brutally bashing her clit but Denise 
seemed to like it - enough to bury her claws into my 
back.

Enough!  I pushed myself in to the hilt and stopped.  I 
was totally worked over and from the looks of her, Denise 
had ended up at least a close second.

I was thinking about moving off of her when Maeve thrust 
a tit in my face.  I still felt I owed her so I began to 
suck on it while her mother's cunt seemed to be milking 
my prick.

I couldn't see how her other tit was resting over her 
mother's face, nor how Maeve's hand was playing around 
with one of the floating islands.

Denise eventually gave in and found it was quite nice to 
suck on another woman's tit - if she could ignore the 
fact the other woman was her own daughter.

Sucking on the tits got a bit harder - they were being 
moved around in front of us and I looked up to find Frank 
behind her, fucking her doggy style.

Maeve had to bend over so I let her go; now it was only 
Denise sucking on those tits and she was managing 
(occasionally) to bring both nipples together in her 
mouth.

I was squeezed out, a faint trail of white linking the 
head of my diminished prick to the furry outline until a 
wave broke the connection.  My first and only fuck with a 
woman old enough to be my mother!

At least I had enjoyed it and, more importantly for my 
young self-esteem, so had Denise.  (I also appreciated 
her comments when she thanked me later; in very 
descriptive terms she educated me further in what she had 
found particularly satisfying.)

I washed the semen away from my member and then from the 
surface of Denise's pussy while watching the joy Maeve 
was getting.

She noticed me.  "Come round love."  She indicated 
Denise's side where I could face her.

I had to bob down to meet her lips bit the kiss was worth 
it.  She was getting the best fuck in her short 
experience and she wanted to thank someone even if I 
wasn't directly responsible for THIS particular session 
of carnal pleasure.

I suppose I had kept her mother occupied leaving Frank 
free.

She broke off the kiss and told me to kneel in front of 
her; what she had been doing to my tongue ten seconds 
earlier was now repeated on my penis.  It began to 
respond - I love having such a short recovery time in 
situations like this!

I could see Denise watching her daughter engulfing me and 
I imagined her putting two and two together.  It didn't 
seem to stop her working on those tits though.

Frank too seemed to find that the situation motivated him 
to greater efforts and Maeve's mouth was pushed violently 
onto my prick as he thrust into her body.

When we were walking around the island later Maeve told 
me how hot it had made her to be fucked at both ends 
while her mother not only HAD to watch but was actively 
participating.  The knowledge that the penis in her mouth 
had so recently been buried inside her mother, and that 
her mother had to be thinking exactly that as well, just 
made it all so much "naughtier".

She didn't even mind that I could have lived up (or 
down?) to the nickname "Flash" if she had been unkind 
enough to bestow it on me.  Having a short recovery time 
is only marginally useful if you also have a hair 
trigger.

Knowing she didn't really want to swallow my load I 
drummed my fingers on the back of her head to warn her of 
my impending release.

She backed away, at least as far as Frank's thrust 
permitted anyway, and watched as the emissions erupted 
from the end of my twitching organ to fly through the air 
and land between her cleavage.

Denise only got the briefest look as she had to close her 
eyelids tightly to avoid the droplets that headed to her 
face.  There must have been some on her lashes as she let 
out a moan of pain rather than pleasure and tried to get 
her hand past us to wipe it away.

Unfortunately I was still contributing to the mess on her 
daughter's chest and Frank's continuing movements (he did 
stop once he realised Denise was suffering) shook the 
thick globs so that they quickly slid to the only place 
they could (by Mr Murphy's rules) end up - Denise's open 
mouth.

Maeve was delighted when she found out.  She considered 
her mother to be a prick tease of the worst sort - 
letting us guys go down on her but refusing to do much 
more than kiss our knobs in passing.

Denise hadn't even done THAT to mine!

As Maeve hadn't come to any decision about what special 
surprise she could provide for her mother this had worked 
out a treat - exactly what she wanted in fact;  Denise 
HAD to swallow.

Denise was lying flat on her back and unable to sit up 
due to Maeve's presence over her; the mass of thick 
liquid had lodged at the back of her throat where she 
needed to clear it quickly but where her tongue couldn't 
easily eject it.  Her cries had meant she had little air 
in her lungs to cough it out and, instead, had a need to 
inhale - which would have been disastrous.

Down it went and Daughter could now remind Mother of her 
cum-eating experience from time to time as required, and 
when potentially the most embarrassing.

She did move out of Denise's way though and I helped her 
sit up while Frank disengaged himself and went to get the 
fresh water.

I don't know if Denise would have preferred to clear her 
throat before her eye but she wasn't given the choice.  
We cleaned the lid with salt water then rinsed that away 
with fresh before irrigating her eye.  At least the other 
one wasn't affected; the first was weeping and was 
streaked with red for a while.

Only then was she able to rinse her mouth as well.

Frank and I helped her to the beach between us and sat 
her under the shade of a large native fig, it's large 
roots providing bench-like seats or arm rests if you 
found a comfortable spot between them that wasn't already 
occupied by small crabs.

Denise was recovering from her ordeal and had accepted my 
apologies for my part in the incident.

"So how did you like his cum, Mum?"

Denise refused to answer and Frank, sensing the change in 
his girlfriend's mood, suggested Maeve and I go for a 
walk around the island.

We did as we were told, wearing only our sandals and hats 
and coating each other with a bit of sunscreen on those 
spots not often exposed for tanning.

It was interesting (especially when Maeve insisted on 
leading me around by my prick rather than holding my hand 
- she said it was "allegorical") but not as interesting 
as the view from one spot where Frank and Denise could be 
seen together back on the sand.

I personally suspected he was looking for some way to 
make up for screwing her daughter rather than paying 
attention to Denise.  He hadn't come in Maeve (well not 
for an hour or two) and Denise seemed to be doing all she 
could to wear him out so he wouldn't.

She started off doggy style; if it was good enough for 
her daughter then Frank could damn well do her that way 
as well!

She must have had him continue that way for nearly twenty 
minutes - active then resting, active then resting - 
before she made him change positions and knelt astride 
his hips to spend another ten minutes fucking him that 
way.

She must have gotten some satisfaction as we could hear 
her yell from our hiding spot as she collapsed over him.  
I hoped he had finally been allowed to come.

We hadn't been idle ourselves and, though Maeve didn't 
want more than a cuddle herself just then, by the time we 
moved on she had quite happily left two separate deposits 
in the shrubbery, standing behind me and looking past my 
shoulder at the show on the beach as she pumped her hand 
up and down my gradually more bruised muscle.

The others were still on the sand together when we 
returned from the remainder of what had otherwise been an 
innocent, if naked, stroll around the small granite 
outcrop.

Denise was no longer bothering with a boy now the man was 
taking a renewed interest in her and kept an eye on him 
so her daughter could no longer act as a distraction.

Her attitude towards Maeve and myself seemed to have 
soured, I can only suspect that was over the cum in her 
mouth, if not her eye, and she insisted we head homewards 
when the rest of us were content to get back after dark.

Oh well!  I figured I would just have to find some way to 
come back to the island another time.

I realised later that her mood was probably also affected 
by the fact that, even though I had been "fun", there was 
no future in me as far as Denise personally was concerned 
and, though she might consider me "a nice boy", she 
wasn't about to have her daughter go off cavorting with 
me.  She seemed to have had second thoughts about letting 
us go off together once Frank had finished fucking her.

Under her watchful eye (the one without the redness), the 
three of us all had to behave "more appropriately".  She 
did let Maeve sit next to me on the thwart but there was 
a clear indication in her stare that even an arm around 
each other would be considered going too far now.

Maeve just poked her tongue out at her, hugged me to her 
side and then poked said tongue down my throat.

...

There was time for one more hug and a kiss after we had 
docked back in the marina and secured the boat.

"So what happened between you and Maeve?" I hear you ask.

Frank dropped me home and then took Denise and her 
daughter back to Denise's house where he stayed the 
night.

I found out later he enjoyed both their charms as they 
were cramped together in Denise's double bed.

Maeve correctly predicted her mother's waning interest; 
attractive as Frank was, in many ways, it was eventually 
a case of "been there, done that" and, preferring to dump 
him before he lost interest in her, she started looking 
for the greener fields that would eventually sere in 
turn.

This time Maeve wasn't prepared to lose contact yet again 
with one of the better men who had come into her life.

She knew from the series of men her mother had dated over 
the years that there was plenty of fool's gold to be 
picked up, a few shows of colour and one or two nuggets.

Older this time, and experienced herself now, she didn't 
want to spend her time sifting through the rubble when 
she figured she had a bona fide gold rush right in front 
of her.

Frank therefore found himself being propositioned by an 
attractive young lady 18 years his junior; less than half 
his age.  He knew they were compatible and had found she 
shared his interest in the sea now she had had an 
opportunity to experience it first hand.  A mutual 
interest in novel sex could only be seen as a bonus.

She eventually got her way and he ended up selling his 
yacht, car and house to invest a sizeable amount of the 
proceeds in a vessel more suited for ocean cruising.  Out 
at sea there was no-one to suggest she might be too 
young.  Denise didn't care; with her daughter in the care 
of someone she knew was gentle and loving, it left her 
with one less complication in her own quest for ephemeral 
happiness.

I still get an occasional postcard from some exotic spot 
as they travel around the globe.  They both send their 
love.

He hasn't made an honest woman of her yet but there's 
still time and, who knows, when they get back I might 
find myself with a new aunt.

I've heard of kissing cousins ...

Hey!  Can incest be retroactive?

As for me, the skills I learned and confidence I gained 
on my own sea voyage came in handy (and not just aboard a 
boat) and I wasn't lonely.  I even got back to the island 
for another naked party.

But that is, as they say, another story.

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                  The End of Bruce's Story.
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