Pleasure Craft Pt. 03

*This is part 3 of an ongoing series. A couple is out on a sailing excursion, looking for adventure and nature, but mostly sex. They will meet people along the way and bring them aboard for an unforgettable time. Group sex, swinging, bisexuals, masturbation, worshiping, and a whole lot more...welcome aboard.

**This is a longer story, hope you enjoy!**

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there is an insert with a boat 'tour'. skip this if uninterested, but it covers all the areas where things will happen, so may be worth a read.

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"Hey, isn't that the swingers symbol?" inquired Mary, pointing to a small pineapple flag, stiff in the breeze flowing through the harbor, low on the rigging of the catamaran next to the mooring ball they were approaching. It was a beautiful sunny day in Boulder Head Marina, and Dylan and Mary had just completed their fist overnight passage of their sailing journey. This bay was the fist stop of many on the trip, and also their first chance to bring new...friends...aboard.

Dylan glanced quickly to where Mary was pointing, then the flag, then back ahead to where they were trying to tie up the boat. His hands moved quickly at the wheel, trying to keep the nose of the boat directly into the wind.

"I think so!" he replied excitedly. "But how are we doing with mooring up??"

"Straight on!" She replied, seeing the mooring ball approaching where she waited with the boat hook, "Not that we are used to that!" Dylan smiled at the poke about their sexuality.

Once they were secured, Mary and Dylan went about getting ready for a stay in the harbor. They were not certain how long they would stay, but it was still nice to unpack from their passage a bit. They pulled out more deck chairs, set up the cabin for entertaining, and put away extra lines and rigging.

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The ship is similar to an Amel 50, if that means anything to you, Reader.

As was usual, Mary gave a final look through of the entire cabin before properly settling down, and Dylan inspected the deck. Mostly searching for anything that went wrong during the passage, they now both had the intention of ensuring that their boat was ready for guests. Mary started all the way forward, inspecting first the anchor locker. Finding nothing had shifted out of place during their passage, she turned her attention to the v-berth bed. Aptly named, it was a triangle shaped bed, enough room for three to sleep, and just as many for activities, she thought to herself. Moving backwards, she turned to the bathroom. Finding a few towels out of place, but nothing else wrong, she looked at the space with a fresh perspective. The bench they installed in the shower has lots of promise. Placing her hands on the sink edge, she looked in the mirror at herself soaking in the exposed skin, and imagined someone fucking her from behind right here.

Turning a 180, she now faced a clothes locker and was unsurprised to fine everything in order. Moving further aft, she passed through the salon with it's up-down, table-bed combo that could seat 8 or sleep four comfortably, though for any other activities they had yet to test it's capacity. Opposite the dining area was a small bench, Mary could only think of the possibilities of Dylan and her watching each other fucking other people from across the room. Past the galley and the stairs leading up the cockpit she arrived to the door of the primary cabin. Entering, she passed the door to the private en-suite head, and into the main bedroom area, an aft cabin. Dylan and Mary enjoyed a near-king-sized bed and while the extra space is always appreciated, it had been feeling emptier lately as they began to dream of their future. A future of bodies, warmth, skin...pleasure. Having finished her part of the walk through, seeing their boat in a whole new light of possibilities for bodies, she laid to rest and her hand drifted to her pussy almost automatically. Keeping this quiet moment for herself, she turned her face into the pillow as her fingers danced around, following pleasure wherever they found it. Her chest heaving, back arched, sweat glistening on her forehead, and fingers soaking wet, rivers of elation, excitement and pleasure carried her swiftly through an orgasm. Tired after a long sail and a fulfilling moment alone, she drifted off.

Up on deck, Dylan also started his inspection at the bow. Triple checking that the mooring line was secure, he moved to the mast to tie up extra lines and zip the main sail bag. He figured they would be here for a night or two so it was worth the extra hassle. Quick glances over the now familiar rigging, lines and decks made sure it was all in order. Dylan nodded in satisfaction as he moved to the cockpit. It was a large area, with U-shaped seating around a folding table that also supported the instrument panel and wheel. Dismantling the later two and stowing them away made it feel much less like a sail boat, and made this area lend itself to many activities. Though, thought Dylan, perhaps not until we are out at anchor somewhere private. Still, the possibilities of this area were tangible, and he felt it in his cock as much as he did his head. Moving to the very back of their boat, he glanced in the overhead hatch that led to their cabin to see Mary apparently fast asleep with her hand halfway down her shorts. Smiling to himself knowing what must had happened he glanced over the swim deck and headed back inside to prepare for meeting their new neighbors.

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Easy pickings, Dylan figured. It was his job to find another couple that wanted to come aboard after all, and the catamaran on the next mooring ball over was carrying a couple. Weather they would be of interest was yet to be known but just the thought of it made the front of Dylan's swim trunks a little tighter.

"I guess I'll take the dinghy into town then?" inquired Mary as she found Dylan finishing up the cockpit.

"As long as you drop me off next-door on the way. Seems like our neighbors might be promising."

"You've got a deal." quipped Mary, offering a mock handshake.

Dylan took it, then pulling her in close to kiss her passionately. Offering his tongue and tightening his arm around her lower back, Mary took it and swirled her own around his and pressed her chest into him. "Better get ready then, sailor." Mary took off on her own to get ready for a night out on the town.

Minutes later, the pair were seen launching their dinghy off the stern of "Pleasure Craft" in smooth motion. Being ready first, Mary took the helm. Hair loose and loving the salty spray, a brazen bikini top, and loose shorts dressed her frame- appropriate for the weather and beach town, she was ready for a night out, thought Dylan as he admired her. Dressed in just swim trunks and an unbuttoned shirt himself, he thought that there was no way anyone within a 50-mile radius could turn either of them down. Their recent trail sails had tanned and toned them both quite nicely. "Don't rush it tonight. We can meet back at the boat any time, and I am sure I'll be able to get a lift back. I wan you to find another woman who you truly might enjoy."

"Oh, don't you worry about that." replied Mary. "Ill be sure to take my time and give you plenty with our neighbors. "

Moments later they arrived to their neighboring boat. "Tide Up" was a beautiful boat, far newer and more advanced than their own. Dylan felt a tinge of nervousness that the couple would be too old for their taste, but was soon relieved to see a younger man come out to greet them. He was tall, with dark hair and dark skin, golden jewelry adored his fit frame. Shirtless, he greeted the two "Welcome aboard!" he called, waiving them in. Mary smiled to herself as she brought them in, she knew he was Dylan's type. Casual greeting and introductions over, Max invited them aboard. "Actually," Mary said "I have an errand to run in town. Dylan why don't you go make nice. You two boys have fun!" With a wink and hardly a chance for either of them to respond, she shoved off and motored away.

"Looks like its just the two of us. Can I show you around and get you something to drink?" offered Max. In turn, he was also immediately attracted to Dylan. Noting his blonde hair, tall and slim body, Max subconsciously hoped this might be more than a friendly greeting.

"Sure thing!" Dylan was eager to learn more, and frankly, spend more time close to Max. After a proper tour had entertained them and given enough time to finish their first drink, Max prepared them both another cocktail.

"Thanks" said Dylan, reaching out for the glass. "I can't help but notice that there were two of you before, but I didn't see anyone else on our tour." He had also seen pictures of a striking woman thought the boat.

Max settled on the couch next to Dylan, just barely beyond skin contact. "I am traveling with my wife, Theressa, who goes by Tess. She is out getting more provisions for us." He replied, settling in facing Dylan.

"I see. And...I couldn't help but notice your flag?" Dylan was not usually this forward, but the stiff drink and Max's intoxicating presence brought out something in him. Something he liked. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

"Well if you think it means we are swingers, then you are correct!" Max confirmed, his head tilting back in laughter.

Leaving the boys behind, Mary expertly motored the dinghy to shore. Eyes sharply scanning for open spaces, she brought the dinghy to the dock and tied it up securely. Having never visited this town, she decided the first bar she came across would be just as good a place to start as any other. Evening time brought many happy-hour seekers out, and the warm weather brought out provocative clothing.

Just up the way from the dock, she found a bar sitting under a travelers hostel. Packed and lively, she was intrigued and soon found herself sipping a pina colada as she took stock of the room around her. Making her way to the open-air dance floor, steps falling into rhythm with the beat, she drew the attention of one particular, lone woman.

It was not long before Mary noticed her too, long hair cascading down a short body with generous hips. A sly smile between the two soon brought them close together. A few songs passed, and the entranced strangers soon realized that their bodies were far more familiar than they were with each other. Finishing her drink and with a nod Mary led the two to the bar for a refill and conversation.

"I'm Izzy" said the stranger.

"Mary. Nice to actually meet you!" she replied. "What brings you here?" secretly hoping Izzy would ask her in return.

"I am traveling, but with no real agenda. Just seeing where the wind takes me!"

Fucking perfect, thought Mary.

They two made their way back to the dance floor, but to a darker, more intimate corner. Bodies undulating in tandem, warm beats shared between the women. Izzy licked sweat off Mary's neck as it dripped down. She followed it's motion, softly kissing and licking down Mary's chest. Hands clutched her face and she looked up to see Mary staring intently down at her.

"If you're going to continue that, were going to have to find somewhere more private."

Fucking perfect, thought Izzy.

Back on 'Tide Up' Max and Dylan were growing quite comfortable with one another. It was not long before their conversation turned to more than friendly, and it became clear to both men that their intentions were similar.

"So...you two are just out sailing looking for people to fuck. Any specific people?" said Dylan, the hope in his voice almost palpable.

"Why don't you come over here and find out" said Max with a challenging smile.

Forcing himself to not be too eager, Dylan easily crossed the small space between them. Swinging his leg over Max's lap he sat up, straddling the stranger, placing his hands on Max's chest. A deep moment of eye contact broken by the slow touching of their lips sent tingles all over their bodies. Kisses becoming faster and more passionate, cocks growing harder, breathing getting louder, the pair were more and more intertwined as their desires overtook them. Max was an excellent kisser and if his tongue work so far was any indication, Tess was a lucky woman. Easily sliding off his open shirt and rolling onto his back, Dylan wrapped his arms around Max, not wanting the heat of his body to be separated from his own for even a second. Max responded by pressing his body into Dylan and for the first time they felt each others dicks against one another as Max lay atop Dylan. The thin fabric of their shorts did not leave a lot to the imagination, and Max could've sworn he felt every curve and shape of Dylan's member. Dylan let out a small moan, and Max took this opportunity to start kissing Dylan all over. From the corner of his mouth, down his neck to his chest and stomach, Max wanted to taste every inch of his new blonde playmate.

"Mmmm I love your mouth on me." moaned Dylan. It had been a while since he fucked another man and being blessed with such a fine specimen felt like a gift. Finishing his tour of Dylan's torso with one continuous lick from Dylan's shorts all the way up his throat, his face landed near Dylan's ear.

"I want you to touch me," he said through slow heavy breaths. "I need a man to play with my cock."

Needing no more encouragement after the way Max treated him, Dylan traced his fingers down to Max's waistline and slid his hand inside. Max's profound cock was not hard to find, and wrapping his fingers around his warm and extensive girth caused Dylan to let out an involuntary moan. Max had been waiting patiently, his eyes springing open when Dylan fingers found him. The two lay still, breath heavy and slow, eyes locked as Max's throbbing cock was gripped by Dylan's big and gentle hand.

But it wasn't enough. Dylan wanted more, needed more. Taking Max's balls in his hand, and his loose hand on Max chest, he pushed them back to a seated position. He traces his free hand to Max's district pec muscle and pushed away, giving them distance, giving them eye contact. Not breaking it for a single moment, he covered Max's body with his tongue, all the while gently stroking his generous cock.

This was going to be fun, he thought.