Daddy, Take Me Ch. 47-49

Belle was definitely the dominant today, her toned body moving Maisie wherever she wanted her. Suddenly, Belle kneeled up and grasped Maisie's hands. Her free hand delved beneath the cushion and drew out a small length of rope. I pushed my sunglasses down to see if this was real! She grasped Maisie's hands and brought them together, holding her firmly, as she wrapped the rope around her clasped hands. Fuck me! I could just hear their tiny, low giggles and Belle telling Maisie what was going to happen. Any pretence of reading was long gone by now, as my eyes were on these two. Belle shuffled up, her slimly covered pussy in Maisie's face, and she wrapped the remaining rope around the wooden mast. I saw her teasing hips humping Maisie's face, and then she slid down Maisie's body.

Belle lay on our Maisie, stretching out and covering her body. She moved Maisie's flowing hair from her face and they kissed, Maisie's earthy moans already filling and dissipating into the warm breeze.

Belle brought her fingers to Maisie's hands and slowly ran them down her arms, her mouth deliciously kissing every millimetre of Maisie's flesh. My hand was already on my crotch, pushing into my soon-to-be-wet crevice. Belle leaned down, and licked Maisie's armpits, causing her to giggle and shift her body about. I swear I saw Belle gently bite the delicate place between the armpit and arm. Maisie unabashedly groaned, her bum lifting off the comfy cushion.

I loosened my tiny bikini top, baring my mounds to the sun...and to the Captainess, as Belle, so fucking slowly, kissed and licked Maisie's neck, her face and then licked her lips. Maisie's windswept moans flew away, as soon as they left her mouth. Belle leaned up and unclasped the front of Maisie's top, her breasts now breathing in the fresh sea air. She turned her head, smirked at me, and tossed the top over her shoulder, Maisie's scanty top landing by my feet. Humph, again! Silently, Belle loosened her top and it fell from her shoulders. She did the same teasing thing, throwing it at me with a delightful giggle. I was adamant that this was about them and revelled in my voyeuristic tendencies.

Belle leaned back down, her body splayed on Maisie's, her bum shifting around, as their covered mons' pressed onto each other. Belle painted Maisie's quivering body with kiss after delirious kiss, her mouth wetting Maisie's body with every loving peck.

Involuntarily, or not, my fingers slid into my skimpy bottoms, my fingers juicily sliding through my excited labia. Belle's mouth tried to envelop Maisie's tits, but they were too big. Well, if I was there, she'd certainly be able to devour mine, I humphed!

Breathlessly, she ran her face over Maisie's tight, full-ish orbs, kissing and slavering her tongue on each, her hips dry-humping Maisie's groin. I couldn't hear a coherent word, just Maisie's urgent and loud gasps, as she gave herself to her new wife. My eyes were glued on Belle's delightfully tight arse, and knew I could cum just from looking at her. Yeah, I'm a perv, 'kay? My body was telling me to behave and allow them this time, but my mind wanted to crawl over, pull her tight bikini down and violate her bum.

Belle, interminably slowly, kissed and worshipped Maisie's trim body, biting and kissing her, as she probed down ever further. Maisie was writhing about, pulling at her restraints and pushing her hips up. Belle was kissing her stomach now, her tongue tickling her teeny belly button. Belle's hands roamed over Mais's squirming body, fondling her arms, then her neck, as her lips continued the soft, endearing bond.

I pulled my bottoms down, lifting my bum off the seat, my gusset soaked with my leaking juices. I looked down at my seeping mess and thought, 'What a tart' to myself, and stroked my eager puss. I laid my head back, the clouds stopping me from jamming my fingers inside my vagine and getting myself off. Distracting myself, I looked at the shapes of the clouds, whilst ever-so-slowly touching myself. Mmmm, this is...nice, I thought. Just...perfect, I sighed, catching my breath on the tremors sliding through my body.

Belle kneeled and looked up, her whispers unheard by me, but she grasped the edges of Maisie's suit and pulled. As if in a trance, Maisie obediently raised her bum, and Belle slid the tight, brief bottoms down. She leaned over and rubbed the wet, V-wedge across Maisie's stomach, then up and over her breasts.

"Ohhhhh, Belle," I heard her whine. "Touch me...please...just...ooooooh...fuck...," she sighed.

She moved Maisie's legs apart and leaned down, wiping the bikini bottom over Maisie's face, her knee pushing onto her pussy. Maisie lifted her hips, needing the pressure of Belle's knee bone on her pulsing pussy. I could just make Belle's low giggle, as she threw the suit bottoms over her shoulder, landing perfectly at my feet. She didn't even look back at me, further adding to my frazzled state.

Fuck me, I thought, my brain telling my fingers to just do it!

Belle leaned over, her tongue trailing down Mais's body again and rubbing her nose on the proud, bulging mons.

I wanted, so much, to yell at Belle to just take her, taste her, suck her cunt, but I was silent, the words formed only in my head, and unable to utter any of them.

I looked away, certain my vagine couldn't take this seduction. I had to last. I just had to!

I looked up at the clouds, but moments later, Belle's movement caught my eyesight, as she kneeled and then stood, hovering over Maisie's prone, shivering body. Teasingly, she rubbed her arse, the skin-tight bottom perfectly encasing her. Mesmerised, I watched, as she seductively pulled the edges down over her hips. I had to catch my breath, as her delicious globes winked at me. She shimmied about, the material falling to her feet. She hooked her toes into the discarded bottom and flicked them towards me, missing their mark by several feet, but I didn't mind!

Nonchalantly, she rubbed her bum with both hands and then kneeled down, her form lithe and exquisite. She shifted down, lying flat, her face over Maisie's pussy and her fingers in her gentle thigh creases. From Maisie's reaction, she must have been blowing her warm breath on her pussy.

I couldn't take my eyes off her bum.

And then, as if she had read my mind, she turned to me and said, "You busy, darling?" she smiled, and I threw my book down and crawled across the deck to these two.

I crept between her open legs, leaned down and kissed her arse, my tongue licking the now-salty, fleshy orbs. I could tell from Maisie's quivering legs that Belle was pleasuring her now. My thumbs frantically dug into her bum, my tongue sliding so easily through her beautiful crevice, prodding and licking her little star. I buried my face between those cheeks, as Belle kept up a rhythmic wave, fucking my tongue with her arse.

I slipped my fingers between her legs, wetting them with her thick syrup and slavered my fingers along her cleft, my small finger coating and poking at her tight hole. I felt just so crazed, as I continued to blissfully lose myself in Belle's bum, two spare fingers sliding into her oozing pussy. Maisie's unmuffled cries swept out across the Adriatic, the yacht gently bobbing up and down, and to and fro.

Too soon for my liking, Belle's legs and bum began to tremble, her orgasm rising and threatening to bubble over. My thumb caressed her clit, my tongue long ago piercing her private pathway, as I felt her pelvic muscles grasp my fingers. She rose to her knees, her ass perfectly in my face, as she glided back and forth on my tongue. I could hear sloshing around in Maisie's cunt, the noise exciting me as much as what I was doing to her.

With a stifled cry, Maisie came, her hips pounding Belle's mouth. I flicked her clitty again and again, and she screamed into Maisie's muff, her juices gushing into my hand. I rubbed her pussy, spreading her musky juices over her vulva, then coated her bum with the viscous juices. I leaned down and sucked her bum, branding her with a delicious deep red mark.

Belle collapsed on Maisie's heated body. I spanked her once, just for good measure, and laid my head on the hollow of her back, my hands safely on her hips.

Belle wriggled her bum, a sign for me to move. I rolled off, my steamy pussy still simmering, but it was these two who were important right now. I crawled up next to Maisie and laid my arm on her still-heaving stomach. Belle partially crawled between us and undid Maisie's bindings. Tenderly, she rubbed the marks from her wrists, bringing both hands to her lips and kissing them.

"You okay, sweetie?" she asked.

"Never better, leannan," she sighed, sated and satisfied now.

Belle lay back down almost between us, her hand on my back.

We lay there and giggled, still a bit reserved at sexing in full view of others. We tenderly fondled each other and relaxed into the easy glow of each other.

After about fifteen minutes, Eloise, one of the crew, came out with glasses of some sweet, refreshing cordial and freshly cut fruit and put them on the table, along with several scented hand clothes.

"We thought you may be thirsty, no?" she smiled, in her French-tinged English, acting as if this was an everyday sight.

This crew could read our minds! I wiped my face and we greedily drank the juicy extract and we fed each other. We lay there in this beautiful post-orgasmic glow and chatted quietly about all and nothing.

"So," Belle smiled. "It seems our Chloe is still a bit frustrated, hmm?" she said to Maisie.

"Awwww, poor baby, hmm?" Maisie sniggered. "I'm sure we can think of...something, hmm?"

Belle kneeled up and gingerly picked up the rope that had bound our Maisie.

They looked at each, then back at me.

Oh, fuck, I thought.

Belle stood and held out her hand. I, too eagerly, grasped it and she pulled me up. We did the same with Maisie, then tenderly embraced and kissed, the sea air warm and refreshing.

"Come with me...wifey," she smiled, and took my hand. We walked to the most prominent mast and she affectionately pushed me against the polished, but weathered, white-pine column.

Maisie was giggling now and happily helped Belle.

"It's your turn now, Chloe," she whispered, and kissed me. She walked behind the mast and gently grasped my hands. Maisie's hands calmly fondled my mounds, her lips tantalisingly close to mine.

I felt Belle tie and tug the ropes, securing me to the solid pole.

"You're going to love this, darling," she murmured, her breath on my ear.

Solidly bound, Belle came around and faced me.

"Now...don't you just look so adorable, little one," she smiled, her lips almost touching mine. I could smell the sweetness of the drink we just drunk, my mind dizzy with desire.

Maisie slowly walked around me, her fingertips faintly washing over my arms.

"My God, hen. I think we need one of these at home, hmm?" she teased, my pussy throbbing with every unhurried touch.

I was turning my head from left to right, 'til I spied the Captainess looking at me. Or, at least, I hoped she was, but couldn't see past her sunglasses.

My wives continued to ogle and touch me, blessing me with short, feeble kisses when they felt the need to. I was quiet, not wanting to say a word, much less moan, knowing that would only lead to more taunting.

Belle turned and walked a few steps from us. She leant over and picked up another length of rope, the Dacron easily sliding between her fingers and thumb. Ohh, fuck...

"Maisie? Be a love and taste our Chloe, hmm? Let's see if she's...enjoying this, eh?" Belle smirked, still fingering the rope.

Maisie brought her lips to mine and we kissed. I pushed my head forward, needing to capture hers, but she pulled away. Her hand came up and she pushed my windy hair behind my ears. She leaned in and kissed my neck, gently nibbling me, as I groaned into the wind.

"Ohhhhh...Mais...could you just...kiss...do that...kiss...again?" I pleaded.

She stood against my body and then straddled my leg. Her fingertips continued to tease me, as her warm breath covered my face.

"You look so beautiful...tied up, hen. Who would have thought, eh?" she teased, her lips pecking at my collarbone.

Belle walked behind me, my heart bursting, imagining what she would do next.

Her fingertips grazed my thighs, as they slowly crept up my lively body, 'til they circled my mounds. She flicked my nipple, another wave of exquisite pain shooting through me. Maisie's hands followed my gentle curves, her hands on my sides, as she slid to the deck. Instinctively, I spread my legs, hoping against hope she'd tongue me.

Even though the breeze was beautifully warm, my body shivered at her touch, her mouth grazing my stomach and mons. I pushed my hips out, trying to steal her lips on my fluttering vagine.

At her first glorious swipe through my labia, I cried out, not caring who heard me.

"Fuck! Yesssss, Maisie...godfuckinggod...that's..." I giggled, the release crushing me.

Belle had finished her tour of my shaky body and stood behind Maisie.

"Do you love your Maisie? Hmmm? Does her tongue feel just...right on you? C'mon...little one. Tell her how good she feels, hmm?" she teased.

"Ohhhh...fuckyesssss...it does...it...ohhhhhgawwwwd...it...does...ooooooh...baby..." I groaned, uncontrollably.

My eyes were closed, taking in everything; the soft breeze, the yacht slicing through the water, Maisie's beautiful tongue and Belle's melodic words.

Maisie had her hands on my thighs, holding me tight, as my hips pushed out for her subtle access. I felt lips on mine and opened my eyes, Belle smiling so fucking lovingly at me now, and she kissed me again.

"We love you," she whispered, and I whimpered a long, drawn-out groan.

Maisie licked, kissed and swallowed me for days, or so it seemed, my urgency rising with every stiff swipe. She brought me so fucking close, then backed off. Bitch! I looked down, my breath rising and falling so quickly. Our eyes met; mine pleading for the release I desperately needed, hers irritatingly cool.

"Maisie? Up here, sweetie," she said, and pulled her head from my wanton cunt. "Please...just for now, okay?"

Reluctantly, Maisie pulled away and stood, her glistening face covered with...me! She leaned in and wiped her face on mine, then playfully kissed me. Fuck me...

"Step back, Mais," she asked, and she did.

Belle stood at my side, four or five inches of loose rope dangling from her hand.

"Take a deep breath...wifey," she smiled. So I did.

I saw her pull her hand back, and then the rope caught my edgy pussy.

Thwack!

The end of the rope perfectly caught my pussy, as I lurched.

"Ohhhh....fuck!" I hissed.

Her arm drew back and came down again, the double braided line perfectly rubbing my labia.

Thwack!

Belle let the rope nestle between my legs, then slowly pulled it away, the mild coarseness rubbing me. Fuck, it felt so good!

Thwack!

Again and again, with mere five seconds between each, Belle brought the rabid rope to my pussy, my excitement rising with every harsh, but loving strike. Maisie gently soothed me, her lips pecking mine and her hands covering my exposed tits.

"Ohhhhh...Mais..." I awkwardly moaned, giving myself to Belle and her rope.

Thwack!

And Belle complied, her one hand on my shoulder, the other holding the rope of my desire.

"Har—" I moaned, but she wouldn't. Belle knew how far to push me. This was for my pleasure, not for punishment. Still...

After God-knows-how-many lashes, she stopped. I opened my eyes and silently pleaded for more. She grasped the rope and ran it through my labia, the roughness somehow soothing. She rubbed my vagine, my now-erect clit, riding the Dacron. Belle somehow knew how hard to press, but I knew what my body needed, too. After an interminable amount of time, I was close.

"That's it, Chloe. Cum on my rope, baby-girl," she whispered, and I came, spilling my juices on the object of my desires.

"Fucfucfuc...yesssss!" I screamed, knowing my words would float out over the sea. "Ohhhhh...Belle....gaaaaawd...that's..." and I felt her lips on mine.

It must have been Maisie who quickly untied me and helped me to the soft, warm sofa. Belle grabbed one of the scented cloths and wiped my face, whilst Maisie held and kissed my burning body.

"You okay, sweetie?" Belle asked, concerned she had taken one step too far.

"God...like you wouldn't believe," I cackled madly.

"What are you like, Chloe? Hmm?" she smiled.

"Happy," I sighed, and brought her mouth to mine.

We lay there for ages, these two wonderful women coddling and soothing me, as only they ever could. We caught our collective breaths, drank and nibbled on the proffered fruit.

The yacht had come to a complete stop and the anchor was lowered.

"Fancy a dip?" Belle smiled.

Well, of course!

We dove off the side, knowing we'd have the ladder to clamber back on board. We frolicked in the warm waters, splashing and looking for whales or dolphins, although I had no friggin' idea if they visited here. They must have asked me if I was okay a hundred times, their concern was so touching.

"I'm fine, 'kay? I may not be fucking for a while, but I'm good," I laughed, and they splashed me.

And that's what we did for the two weeks; we ate fresh fish, drank, lazed about, made love, fucked and visited various towns along the coast. We had day trips in Split and Dubrovnik, walking, touring and soaking up the atmosphere. It was idyllic, with not a worry in the world. For now, that is.

And yes, my vagine was fine, thanks for asking! If anything, I developed a new taste on that cruise. Yeah, I know. What am I like, hmm?

But reality came crashing back when the two weeks were up, as it usually does after a bucolic holiday! We arrived home, tanned, fit and so in love.

Our love did seem to grow after that, if that was even possible. It really hit home how life-changing this was for Belle, on so many different levels. Her love and trust in us were never more evident.

Belle slowly embraced our new relationship, never shying away from introducing us, or showing her affection for us. In public, of course, we grew used to the small, disapproving tuts and the odd stares or three. These little gestures only brought us closer, though. Fuck 'em, as I'm oft to say!

We were so bloody proud of her. To this day, our admiration for her is undiminished.