Island Idyll

We were in harbour very early, we had to wait for the official to arrive to do the paperwork. Again I was charged as chaperone when El went into the town for supplies. Every time I saw a man looking at her, and there were many, I felt not only protective, but wanted to say;

"Yes you lecherous bastard, she is beautiful, and I have fucked and sucked her."

In our absence, Matt had decided that we would not stay at the harbour, that we would do as in Corfu and go to a quieter place to stay. This took most of the day. El cooked again and we settled to what had become our regular shipboard habit of drinking until sunset. But this time, Matt had business he wanted to attend to. When I had come aboard, we had agreed on a trial period of one week, to see if things worked out. He wanted to talk about this now, early. As far as I was concerned, I was in paradise. Why would I want it to change? El wanted the arrangement to continue. Matt raised a glass;

"To my crew." He said.

We drank. El then made a small speech;

"If that is settled then, can we get on with the fucking?"

She stood and peeled off the T shirt, all she had been wearing. Ripe fruit, ready for picking. Who could resist?

Matt smiled, drained his glass and undid his shorts, peeling them off to reveal his cock. The first time I had seen it. He too was shaved. His cock stood out and up like a homing beacon. It looked huge, but I realised later that it was in fact just slightly longer than mine and thinner. The lack of hair made it look bigger. I thought that they were about to fuck right in front of me and I looked forward to the display. Then he paused. I thought perhaps that he had been overcome by modesty, they would go to their cabin to fuck, depriving me of the spectacle. I could not have been more wrong. He turned to me, saying;

"I am forgetting my manners, you are my guest, would you like to go first?"

I had never had an audience for fucking, but I would have performed at the Albert Hall if it meant getting into El's sweet cunt. I removed my shorts. I was bone hard. El was in no need of foreplay. I fucked her, coming profusely.

My reverie was disturbed by a hand on my shoulder, pulling me off. Matt wanted his turn. El guided him in as she had me and he fucked her as quickly as I had done. I was hard again. This time I pulled him away and pushed my cock into El's brimming cunt. I lasted slightly longer, but not much, and nobody cared. This was about quantity. I expected Matt to take his place, to fuck her again, give it to her four times like machine gun fire. He did fuck her again, but not straight away.

First, he did something that both thrilled and disgusted me. He raised her thighs on the seat, her cunt was spilling cum all over it. Matt placed his mouth over the hole to collect the flow, at the same time tonguing El's spunk-filled cunt. She started to come, he continued to slurp, collecting not only El's juice, but his own and two helpings of mine. Eventually her throes subsided. Matt raised his shining wet face from her well.

"Nectar." He declared.

It was El who called a halt, she needed a drink. We sat naked in the dark sipping wine, there was one other boat moored nearby, but in darkness. One or two dots of light were visible on shore, but apart from that we had only moonlight.

Refreshed, El started round two. She knelt in front of Matt, between his knees, and dipped her mouth to take in his cock. Matt moaned softly. She soon had a good rhythm going. I would have liked a bit more light on the subject, it's not every day that you get a master-class in cock sucking. Without removing her mouth from his stalk, she pointed to me and then to her inviting arse, then made the clenched fist gesture - fuck me, in sign language.

I guided my tip to her wet slot, rubbing it on the outside for lubrication, then slid full length up her. She moaned onto Matt's gobstopper. I had already come twice, I could keep this up for the night if she wanted it. I fucked her with long, slow strokes, savouring every second. Matt was making strange noises, presumably Dutch, but I understood them to mean that he was close. El stopped bobbing her head, holding his cock in her mouth while she wanked the shaft. Matt groaned as his cum rushed into her throat, El somehow contracted her cunt muscles catching me by surprise and I shot my load at the same time. The orgasmic cries of two satisfied men rippled across the moonlit waves. I slept very well that night.

The next day was our first on Crete. We took the tender to shore, found a bus and separated with an agreed rendezvous for later. Crete, home of the Minoans. A civilisation thought to be even older than Greece. Theseus and Ariadne, the palace of Knossos, the Minotaur. Could it get any better for a student of such stuff?

We met as arranged and dined in a small restaurant, returning to the boat by taxi and then the tender. We went to our own beds, El did not visit me. I was not sorry, I needed time to rest the equipment. El's equivalent parts must also have been sore.

But the next night, after another day exploring, We dined on board and afterwards I was invited into the master bedroom. El instructed me to lie on my back on the bed. She positioned herself over my middle and proceeded to suck my cock. Matt reclined on the other side of me, watching the performance and gently stroking his.

El brought me off quickly, almost clinically. It was as though she was getting my first come over with, she knew that I would not be able to keep it bottled up for long enough to satisfy her. After cleaning up the dregs, she moved up and knelt astride my head. She pulled open the lips of her treasure, giving me a close-up of the moist pink flesh inside, then lowered the open flower onto my mouth, queening me. To this day, this is my favourite way of pleasuring a woman, providing that she supports most of her weight on her knees, I can kiss, lick, suck and probe her cunt at will, while my hands play concertos on the rest of her body. El was a willing partner, knowing exactly what she wanted, guiding me with words and sometimes moving my hands to where she wanted them. The position has one drawback, without leaning back awkwardly, the woman cannot reach the man's prick to stimulate it. I sometimes can't resist depriving the woman of one of my own hands, so that I can keep my best friend happy.

But this was new to me at that time, I had not developed the technique. My cock strained uselessly in the air as I concentrated on devouring as much as possible of the food of the gods that El was feeding me. Then I felt a hand on my prick. It was not El's, both of hers were behind my head, pulling me hard against her centre. Matt! I had not reckoned on this. Homosexual contact? But it did feel good.

The phantom hand gently wanked my shaft gently, exploring it as El had done. Then there was another sensation and I knew that Matt had taken my cock into his mouth. I was been fellated by a man! I must have been grinding my mouth into El, she came, noisily and powerfully. When her convulsions subsided, the mouth had gone from my cock. But I could feel that it was wet, I had not imagined it.

El slithered down my body and impaled herself on it before I could feel it to make sure, but I was not complaining, my cock soaked in El's juice was a good distraction. Matt positioned himself behind El, at the junction of our bodies where she was sliding her cunt back and forth along my length. Matt began to lick El's arsehole, but allowed his tongue to slip off so that he licked her juice from my cock on the outstroke. Now I was in no doubt.

He continued for agonising, exquisite minutes, then his tongue was replaced by his fingers. He placed them on the rim of El's cunt so that my cock rubbed against them as I moved. And how I moved, I was loving it. El was saying something, he had his thumb in her arse, lubricating it. He was going to bugger her.

El told me to keep still until Matt was fully in. I complied. I felt his cock against mine as he placed it at her tight opening, the sudden 'pop' as the tip entered, then I could feel his length, separated only by a thin membrane, slide into her against mine. Again, El told me to remain still, not to try to fuck her, Matt would fuck us both!

He did just that, building up his speed until he was wanking me with his cock, still separated by El's stretched body, his thrusts inside her caused her to slide on my cock. I came like an express train. Matt continued with his thrusts until he too, roared out his release as he pumped jet after jet of hot spunk up his wife's arse.

Matt rolled off, El rolled off me. She turned to me and said;

"Goodnight Lex."

I was dismissed.

I was tired, but any thought of sleep was ridiculous. I lay with my hands beneath my head and studied the ceiling of my cabin. I had crossed a line. I was in no doubt about that. A homosexual act, albeit passive, but I could have stopped him. I had wanted it. Never before had I considered sex with a man, at college there were gay couples, but behind their backs they were figures of fun. What Matt had done was not instead of sex with a woman, but as well as. A combination that I had never considered. I asked myself how it would have been if I had been with two girls, if I had been fucking up into one while the other licked my balls. Would I have thought that the girls were perverted? Well yes, but they would have had my forgiveness.

Matt's mouth on my cock had felt no different to El's. Besides, if I was going to enjoy El's charms for the rest of the trip, contact with Matt was inevitable, perhaps even a condition. And I was curious.

The next day was spent ashore, separately, and when it was bedtime, they said goodnight and went to their own cabin, giving me more time to torture myself. The next night I was visited by El, fucked and left alone. The night after that was a threesome. El had a plan. She wanted to be fucked by each of us in turn until we could no longer get hard enough to get into her. She would lie on her back and take cunt-load upon cunt-load of spunk until we were dry. Matt managed three times, I managed four. Then it was goodnight Lex.

I had stumbled onto a truly sensuous couple, both had sex-drives beyond the normal, El in particular was voracious when it came to sex, the more she got, the more she wanted, once the flame had been ignited, it became an inferno. What a woman. There had been no further contact with Matt, other than accidental contact when we changed shifts to service his wife. But eventually, the suggestion came.

I was awakened by an unfamiliar sound - heavy rain on the cabin roof, the first I had seen since Italy. Matt and El were already up and about when I made my way to the saloon. Matt said that he would take advantage of the bad weather to go into town and do some business over the telephone, he did not want to use the tender and wait for a bus, we would take the yacht to the harbour where he could get to a 'phone without getting soaked.

We cruised on the engine and tied up at the nearest harbour. Matt changed into a suit, why this should be needed for telephone business I was not sure. I didn't ask. He said that he would be gone for about three hours, could we find something to keep us busy?

We were in my bed before he left the harbour. El sucked me off for starters, she knew that there would be more to come. In the afterglow, El raised the subject of her being buggered by Matt while my cock was up her cunt. Had I enjoyed it? Very much.

"Have you ever had a woman in that hole?"

"No, never."

"What about a man?"

"No."

"Had I had sex with a man?"

"No, never."

"Would you like to?"

Was Matt's strange absence so that El could introduce the idea of sex with him? I suspect that it was, and I was not so sure of my answer at this time, I said that I did not know how it felt, didn't it hurt to be sodomised?

"Of course, but it is a very exciting kind of hurt. Would you like to do it with me, and then we can try this."

She went into her own cabin and returned carrying a strap-on dildo.

This was it. I had expected a real one, but with El doing the buggering, the pain would be bearable.

But first she wanted me inside her in this way. She laid on her back with her legs wide apart, both holes were visible and accessible.

"I like it best this way," she informed me. "Oil me."

She held out a tube of lubricant.

"Use a lot," she said. "You are a big boy."

I lubed. She encouraged me to push a finger up there, then two, then three.

"Now your cock," she instructed, "Go slowly until you are all in."

I expected her to be tight, and she was, the head of my cock slipped in with a rush and she gave a little cry. I stopped but she told me to continue. Bit by bit, my greasy pole disappeared up her fundament until I was up to my balls.

"Now you can fuck me." She beamed.

It was my first ever anal, I came much too quickly and was back to apologising. She shrugged it off.

"Now you." She grinned.

I assumed the position and El greased me. I felt the tip of the dildo against my anus, some pressure, then a rush of pain that made me cry out as the shaft of the prosthetic stretched me unbearably. El remained still for a minute or so, with the weapon impaled hard into me. I felt sick. El began to make fucking movements and the pain eased slightly, but it still felt like I was being split in half. I begged her to stop.

"It will be better next time," she assured me. "Matt likes it this way, he likes to do it and to have it done to him. I like to watch."

She had me fuck her two more times, again up the arse, but this time with her kneeling, and finally in the proper place, missionary position. Afterwards she explained that Tom and Marriane, the absent crew members, were fully into these sex-games, that each of the foursome had the choice of three partners.

"It's normal," she said.

The next day, the weather was back to normal, we resumed our regular activities, separating so that they could be tourists while I sought out history. But my arse was far from back to normal. I felt that it never would be.

Matt moved the boat again that evening, back its more secluded berth along the coast. I was not invited into the master cabin, nor was I visited by El. My fundament had recovered to some extent, but Matt had announced that we should spend all of the next day on the boat, relaxing, swimming and sunbathing. He might have added;

"And being buggered,"

Because I had no doubt that this was also part of the plan.

I could have point blank refused of course, but part of me was curious. In ancient Greece it was considered quite normal, a man would take a younger male as a lover until he was ready for marriage.

I knew that the practice was a lot more widespread than today's polite society admitted, how could I go through life not having experienced it?

It did not happen until after dinner, and even then my terrified rectum was given a temporary reprieve. El teased both of us until my cock was ready to burst, and Matt's looked to be the same. Then she told me to suck Matt off and to swallow his spunk.

There was a slight, indefinable smell from Matt's quivering organ when I got kissing close. I took the rigid shaft in my hand and engulfed his tip in one sudden movement. I was sucking cock! It felt huge in my mouth, I could detect no taste at all. I moved my lips up and down his rod, each time taking him further in. I gagged when I attempted to deep-throat him, but this really was not so bad. I could see why women enjoy it. I wanked his shaft with my hand as I sucked him, trying different movements and tempos. It seemed to work, quite quickly Matt's body stiffened and he grunted;

"Yes, oh yes, yes."

I felt the first gentle spurt rush into my mouth. The second and subsequent spurts burst into my mouth with power and volume, and my mouth was soon full of the stuff. I could not make my throat swallow, I was choking. I allowed the seemingly never ending flood to run out of my mouth onto the sheet beneath. Matt's cock softened and I pulled away from him. El's face was up close, watching the scene. I closed my mouth and swallowed what was left in there, then opened it again to allow El to see that I had done as she had ordered. She kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue snaking inside and swirling to collect any dregs that I had missed, then she cleaned her husband's cock and balls with her tongue, removing all trace.

Only then did I notice that one hand was between her legs, masturbating vigorously. She sat up and beamed a spunky smile.

"Now fuck Matt in the arse," she commanded.

Matt handed me a tube of lubricant, nodding enthusiastically, and moved onto his knees, arse in the air. His cock dangled limply beneath. As I lubed his hole, El lubed my ready-to-burst cock, then guided it to Matt's oily pucker. I entered him with ease, sinking ball deep in a single thrust. His hole was much slacker than El's. Matt howled, whether in pleasure or in pain I do not know, probably both, because his cock stiffened immediately. I started to fuck him. Slowly. I knew that I was close to coming. El took my hand and placed it on Matt's stiff cock. I wanked and buggered him simultaneously, managing only a few strokes before emptying my balls into his entrails.

I felt ashamed, had I betrayed my manhood? My cock shrank to a whelk, slipping out of Matt's ravaged arse. My spunk was leaking from him. But El gave me no time to reflect on what I had just done. I had never seen her so worked up, she was shaking with lust. Clearly she had enjoyed it. She pulled Matt on top of her and crammed his still hard cock into her gaping, wet cunt, urging him to fuck her. He came quickly, El pushed him away and ordered me to give her more. I mounted her the way that Matt had, she held my cock with both hands, feeding it into her sopping hole, all the time screaming obscenities. As I released my second stream into her greedy slit, she exploded into the most violent orgasm I have ever been privileged to witness.

I pulled out of her and away, small aftershocks still rippled through her lovely body, there were tears in her eyes, a flow of cum ran from her stretched fuck-hole. I looked questioningly at her husband. He said nothing, just nodded approvingly. It was time for me to leave.

I did not sleep much that night, my mind raced with confusing thoughts. I had intended this trip to be educational, but not in this way. Was I now bi-sexual? I had still to lose my anal virginity, the strap on had been merely a dress rehearsal for the real thing, which would undoubtedly come tomorrow. I would be buggered by Matt.

I could still refuse, and that was the thought that kept me awake. Did I want to? What harm could it do? Nobody but the three of us need ever know, after the holiday I would never see them again, it would be my secret. I knew that it was going to happen and fell asleep counting cocks.

The build-up was agonising. Intended no doubt, to make me want it, it had the opposite effect, I was clenching my arse so tight it hurt. El sucked my cock, asked me to lick her, and invited me to paddle my cock in her pool. Then she sucked me again, followed by Matt. Then I had to suck Matt. They may have been building up to the finale, but my arse was closing up. Finally they positioned me on all fours. El pushed under me and took my dangling cock into her sweet mouth while Matt lubricated the one-way valve of my anal sphincter. Her aligned his tip with my breach and pushed. I tried to relax, but instinct worked against me, it was as though there was no hole there. Matt pushed harder, I resisted harder. Then he broke through, plunging ball-deep into the resisting passage. It was agony. I screamed. Matt held still, allowing me time to accept his battering ram. I knew then that I would never be able to do this. He buggered me anyway, with me screaming at every thrust.