The Cruise

It was almost midmorning in south Florida, when Cynthia Carson was able to find her Uncle Ralph's boat. All the boat owners were more than eager to help the beautiful young woman find her way. She was told it was a comfortable sloop in the fifty-foot range, with all the comforts of home. Her Aunt and Uncle had promised a cruise for her on her eighteenth birthday. Ralph told her Mom they would take her to the Bahamas for a couple of weeks.

Cindy was a stunning young woman, five foot five with light auburn hair and blue eyes. The thin tank top did little to hide her full breasts and upturned nipples. The matching wraparound skirt exposed her thighs as she walked. She wore her hair in a French braid that ended in a blue bow between her shoulder blades. She had recently graduated from High School in Savannah.

It was no family secret that her Aunt and Uncle were devout-nudist, and Cindy knew she may be expected to wear no more than a smile, once they were out to sea. "Oh Cindy, I know Ralph and Ellen are a bit strange, but they're good people, and they think a lot of you," said her Mother. So, here she was ready for the adventure.

"Well, we about gave you up for lost, dear" said her Aunt watching her Niece move up the walkway.

"I'm sorry, I got turned around. There are so many boats here," said Cindy tossing her bags onto the deck.

"My God, she has a face and figure like a Greek Goddess," thought Ellen, not having seen her in three years.

"Welcome aboard Cindy, we thought you changed your mind about coming," said Ralph as he observed the movement of her nipples beneath the thin top. "Wow. Now that's what I call a prime piece of ass," thought Ralph.

Uncle Ralph showed her where to stow her bag and prepared to get underway. The Lady Finger was no row boat. It was quite plush with a full bath, two bedrooms and a complete galley and living area.

Cindy slipped into her new white bikini and went on deck. The sound of the wind in the sails and the warm sea breeze lulled her to sleep.

"That girl's done a lot of growing in three years, and now she's legal. Damn, I'd give my left nut to try her on for size," thought Ralph as he worked the sails.

"Hey, sleepy head, how about some lunch," said her Aunt.

"Gosh, I must have been zonked, I didn't . . . " Cindy began, and was startled when she noticed that her Aunt was nude.

"Coming, I made meat loaf, it's getting cold," her Aunt continued.

Ellen at 34 was ten years younger than Cindy's Mom. She was a tall natural blond at five feet seven, with breasts that, when not in their "C" cup, could barely hold a pencil. Her tummy was fairly flat above her untrimmed pubic hair, slightly darker than her head. Her legs and ass were still firm and shapely. The Lady Finger was moving quickly now under full sail with her Uncle's expert handling.

Uncle Ralph was still doing sailor things when she came below. Ellen could see Cindy was a little uncomfortable and told her this was a clothing optional cruise, and she was not to feel pressured to join them. When Uncle Ralph came down the hatchway, Cindy tried to swallow a gasp and look the other way, but the blush gave her away.

Ralph was six feet, lean, muscular, and well tanned, for his 45 years. He was balding but handsome, with a mustache and a small beer gut, but the penis below it was not. It was wrinkled and thick and hung down more than six inches. His relaxed scrotum could be holding golf balls, by the size of them. He was the successful owner of a video studio that made TV commercials in the Miami area. Cindy once overheard her Mom say that he also made X-rated movies there.

The meal was good, she was hungry, and the wine relaxed her. Uncle Ralph asked about her college plans and the general high cost of an education today. She said that she had been accepted at the University of Miami but didn't know if her Mom could find the money to let her go. Ralph said he would like to provide her tuition, living expenses and allowance, if she would let him.

The girl was elated. "That's wonderful! How could I ever repay you?" she yelled as she gave him a big hug.

"Don't be silly, you're our favorite Niece," he said laughing. Cindy was their only Niece. "Actually Cindy, I could use someone like you around the studio to help out as a receptionist or make deliveries, if you're interested," he offered with a smile.

"Of course I'm interested, I can't wait to tell Mom," she replied, very excited.

The afternoon brought more wine and conversation. The wine and the relaxed atmosphere caused her to forget her modesty for a moment. When she lifted her leg to show Ellen her new sandals, the split skirt fell away exposing her thinly-covered crotch. This little move gave Ralph a blue steel hard-on. "I better get busy, the wind is picking up. We should find an anchorage in the Bahamas by night fall," he said as he held the nautical chart in front of him, to save his modesty.

Chapter two

It was about 4:30 the next morning when Cindy woke up. She could feel the Lady Finger riding on her anchor as she combed her hair. She'd slept well and felt wonderful, so she decided to fix breakfast for everyone. As she reached for her bikini she thought "when in Rome . . . " and went to the galley nude.

Ralph came to the galley at five, following the smell of coffee. He was greeted by his beautiful Niece as he had only dreamed of seeing her, her pouting breasts jiggling as she whipped the eggs. She had a flat smooth tummy above her well trimmed pubic curls, much darker than her head. A gorgeous full ass on long shapely legs, it was all more than Ralph could take.

"How do you like your egg's, Uncle Ralph?" she asked as she started to blush from her Uncle's enormous hard cock. Blushing himself, he quickly exited to his cabin.

Ellen came out of the cabin a half hour later, glowing but disheveled. When she saw Cindy, she started to laugh.

"Wow! I need to have your beauty around here more often. He really blistered my cunt this morning. He hasn't cum four times in one session since we were newlyweds," she whispered, as she wiped her brow with a towel.

"I'm sorry Aunt Ellen, I was just trying to be a nudist," Cindy, said a little sad.

"Oh, don't worry, dear. Ralph's weakness for beautiful breasts did him in this morning. When he saw those big pink nipples, his libido exploded," Ellen replied, giggling.

"Aunt Ellen, I ah--I couldn't help but notice how large Uncle Ralph is. How can you--you know . . . withstand it? He's almost as thick as my wrist!" Cindy remarked, a little embarrassed.

Ellen examined her wrist for a second. "Dear, it is as thick as your wrist, but I'm used to it," Ellen said, laughing as she buttered toast.

"I don't think I could get used to anything that size," said the girl stirring eggs.

"In fairness Cindy, if he had taken me when I was eighteen, with as much zeal as he just did, you would have heard a lot of screaming. I doubt that I would be sitting for days. I wasn't a virgin when I met your Uncle. I was twenty-two and it was our fourth date when the rascal finally got to me. As I recall, it was in a night club parking lot after a dance, and I swear it hurt worse than losing my virginity. It was late and most of the cars had gone, so none of my friends heard my screams," Ellen offered, smiling, to her astonished Niece.

"My God Aunt Ellen, why did you stay with him?" the girl asked.

"Because I was in love, and because only one scream in that parking lot was from pain. Ralph has always given me monster orgasms; sometimes it's all I can do to remain conscious. He's also a very good man who cares for me." Ellen told her enthraled Niece as she set the table.

"Wow! I can't imagine any thing like that. I've never had an orgasm, with a penis inside me. It must be fantastic when you're also in love with him," Cindy said, pouring orange juice.

"Sweetie, if your Uncle ever got his ten-inch tool in a grabber like yours, he'd never take it out," Ellen said with a chuckle.

"A grabber like mine, what do you mean?" Cindy asked, cutting an orange.

"Your Mom told me about the enlightening visit you had with her gynecologist, when you were thirteen. I've only known one other woman with your rare gift, but she couldn't control it. I believe your Mom thought you could." Ellen said with a snicker.

"Shit! Mom promised me she would never tell anyone about that. It's not a ‘grabber' or a ‘snapper', it's called a milk-maid's-hand, but it's more of a disability than a gift, unless you call never reaching an orgasm a rare gift. This rare gift has been nothing but a curse for me. So it's no surprise that I've had sex with only one boy.

"I was a sophomore and he was a gorgeous senior, who signed up to tutor other students in algebra. Mom was away at a seminar, and Grandma was asleep when he came over. After we had been working on my algebra for a while, he started making his move on me. One thing led to another and before I knew it he was inside me. Between my loud protests and his groaning, I don't know how Grandma slept through it.

"He threatened to ruin my reputation if I didn't let him have me again, so, against my better judgment, I did. Wow! That was like letting a pile driver between my legs........blistered me good. You would have thought he was on drugs or something. He moaned, groaned and rolled his eyes, then screamed several times and passed out on top of me, all in less than a minute. My crotch was sore for days. Then the nice gentleman bragged about me to his friends anyway. My girl friends thought I was some kind of freak, and every boy in school wanted to date me." Cindy exclaimed with a tear in her eye.

"I'm so sorry, dear. I didn't intend to upset you. I don't think your Mom felt that telling her sister was really breaking her promise to you, since we were so close. I assure you, I have spoken to no one about it until now." Ellen assured her.

"Can you really control it?" Ellen asked softly.

"I think so. I've had no--I don't know. The one guy I was with was a jerk, and too concerned about his own pleasure to think about me. I--I can feel it and make it happen, I think, but when I get--you know, hot or excited, I'm not sure, I think my body takes over then," she said blushing to her nipples.

"That's very interesting dear. Well, we better get breakfast to the old lover boy. He's bound to be famished by now," Ellen said as she started serving eggs.

"I think I'd better put my bikini on, or you won't get anything done today," said the girl with a giggle.

"I was going to suggest that. My twat can't handle any more attention this morning," Ellen offered, laughing.

By late afternoon the Lady Finger was well into Bahamian waters, and running at about 12 knots. Cindy couldn't get over how clear the water was. It looked shallow, but Ralph said it was 50 feet or more. The many little islands looked like jewels on the green water. The wind started to pick up by mid-afternoon, and the boat was running at close to 16 knots.

"Uncle Ralph said we are in for some rough weather tonight." Cindy said as her Aunt was preparing supper.

"Don't worry dear, Ralph will pull us into a nice little anchorage near one of the islands," Ellen replied.

"It's blowing too hard to get in close to any of the islands. I'll have to anchor in deep water." Ralph yelled as he brought the boat into the wind. "I can't raise anyone on the radio . . . nothing but static. I don't understand why there were no foul weather warnings earlier in the day. The Coast Guard always puts out bulletins and I haven't heard a thing," he said with some concern.

The boat was finally made as secure as possible with everyone helping.

"I think we had better strap ourselves in tonight, this shows no signs of letting up soon," said Ralph.

It was a long night indeed, but the dawn brought calm seas. Cindy was the first on deck and began shouting for Ralph.

"Uncle Ralph, weren't we near a group of islands when we stopped last night? There's nothing but ocean all around us," she said.

"I guess she snapped loose during the night, no telling where we are. I'll crank up the LORAN and get our new position," he said.

Cindy returned to the galley to help her Aunt with breakfast. It was not like Ralph to be late for breakfast, but Ellen had to call him in.

"I have no idea where we are; the LORAN isn't working. After we eat, I'll see if I can get our position from the sun," he said.

Ralph made his calculations and rechecked them to be sure. "I don't understand how that storm could have moved us hundreds of miles in one night, but I've checked and rechecked and can find no errors. We are at least 200 miles east of our last position and well out of the normal shipping lanes. If I'm right, the closest lands are the islands where we were last night," he shared with much concern on his face.

"Well, let's trim the sails, Uncle Ralph, and head back to where we came from. It just means my birthday gift will last a little longer than we expected, that's all," Cindy said, trying to cheer everyone up.

Ralph smiled as did Ellen, but both knew that the Lady Finger was not provisioned for such a long cruise. Water would be the first thing to go. Ralph and Ellen knew that by tacking into the wind, they would be very lucky to get 5 knots per hour. But to journey two hundred miles at that speed would take days, maybe weeks. The Lady Finger was only provisioned for a week.

Cindy was again the first one on deck. "C'mon Uncle Ralph, show me how to be a sailor, I know I have to go topside to help with the mainsail, will you help me?" she squealed with excitement, not guessing their true situation. Cindy started her climb, with Ralph behind her. The mainmast was almost 2 feet thick at deck level, and needed to be straddled well and close while moving up the eyelets. Ralph looked up and got an excellent view of his Niece's gorgeous bottom, only inches from his face. Her bikini bottom was loose in the crotch and exposed part of her pussy. They slowly climbed the mast, Ralph becoming very excited by the musky smell of her young cunt. She stopped suddenly to get a better footing, and Ralph, seeing his chance, buried his face in her crotch.

"Uncle Ralph, what are you doing?" she yelped.

"I'm sorry dear, I didn't know you were going to stop," He lied. That sudden impact was all it took, he now had her sweet smell on his face, and he wanted to return and get his tongue under that bikini bottom.

They were more than half way up when the side tie, holding her bikini bottom, came undone, exposing her beautiful cunt. Ralph could take no more. He grabbed the eyelet below her thighs, pulled himself up and dipped his tongue into her honey, and kept it there. "OH, MY GOD! What . . . what are you . . . OOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAHH. EE! Uncle. OOHH. Ralph. I'm going to fall. IIIIIIIIEEEEEOOOO!".

"Ralph! What are you doing to that girl? She sounds like you're killing her!" screamed Ellen, as she looked up the mast and saw what was happening.

"Ralph, what're you doing! She's your Niece; you dirty old man (laughter). I don't think you should be doing that, she really could fall," Ellen said, concerned. Ralph stopped for a moment and asked Cindy if she was all right.

"Uh huh, I'm OK, I guess . . . why did youEEEOOOOEEEEEEE.!" She squealed as he returned his probing tongue to her young womanhood. Cindy was both embarrassed and swimming in ecstasy. She offered no more complaints. They didn't come from her heart anyway. In truth, she never wanted him to stop.

But, stop he did, not because he was ready, but because his strength was waning, and he feared they both might fall in their weakened condition. Cindy fell silent as he removed his gifted tongue. Then she started to cry because she was ashamed of how her body responded.

The mainsail finally got hoisted, thanks to Ellen. "I. I don't know what came over me, I guess it was a combination of the stress of our situation and having her cunt in my face going up that mast," Ralph confessed.

"Well, from where I was standing it looked like Cindy was cuming all over you (Giggle). Listen, I've been married to you for 15 years and you've never wandered, except in my presence, so don't worry about it. However, we are going to have to talk to Cindy."

The girl grabbed a robe and ran to her cabin as soon as she came down, ignoring her Aunt and Uncle. Ellen continued. "I don't think she is going to be able to sort out her feelings by herself, and I don't think her dirty old Uncle should be the first to pay his respects."

Ellen went to Cindy's cabin while Ralph trimmed the sails and got underway. After several knocks she was admitted, and the two women sat while Cindy cried and begged for her forgiveness.

"Listen to me dear; there is nothing to forgive. Your Uncle was overcome by your . . . female charms, which are extraordinary. Trust me when I tell you that he's as upset about this as you . . . He feels it's his fault," Ellen explained.

"But Aunt Ellen, you don't understand, I didn't want him to stop. I swear, I would have made love to him on that pole if I could." Cindy confessed.

"Well, Miss Carson, you can't be surprised to know your Uncle would have loved that." (Laughter)

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't have any secrets after that, would I?" giggled Cindy.

"There wouldn't be a seat on this boat soft enough for you either," said Ellen while they both giggled.

"Aunt Ellen, what do you want me to do if Uncle Ralph, well . . . wants to . . . how should I say . . . continue our relationship?"

"Well honey, I can't tell you that, but he's had a taste of your honey, and if I know him, he's not gonna rest until he beds you. Once he gets a sample of your little milker, the rest of your time on this cruise is going to be spent looking at the ceiling over his shoulder." Ellen whispered, slowly, without a smile.

"Wouldn't you stop him or be angry with him if you caught him . . . you know, fooling around with me?" asked Cindy.

"No dear, the mainmast incident opened that door," said Ellen.

"Ralph and I have always had an understanding. If we're going to mess around, the other party must know about it. I would suggest that you help me get him aroused before bedtime each evening. That way I can keep the wolf from your door, and enjoy him myself . . . deal?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? What do you want me to do?"

"Well . . . I want you to get back into some clothes. For starters, I want you to wear a blouse (lose the bra) and a pleated skirt if you have one, no longer than knee length, with a full, not straight slip (the more lace the better) with light sandals . . . oh yes, lose the panties too," she instructed.

"I have most of that with me. Then what do I do?"

"After supper tonight you will ask me to paint your toenails. I want you to lounge on the sofa, sort of half reclining, and I will paint your nails." "I don't understand. How will that arouse Uncle Ralph?"

"Ralph always sits at the breakfast nook after supper to watch a video. He will have to look toward you to see the TV. When I paint your nails, I'm going to innocently spread your legs, while you allow your skirt to ride up. If you're positioned properly on the sofa, he should see most of your ample beaver surrounded by a lace slip," Ellen instructed.

"In light of today's incident, he will probably try to get you to look at his cock by changing his position. Cindy, if you get eye contact with him or look at his big salami, I won't be able to save your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I'm nervous as all get out," she said.

"That's good. You should be fine. If all goes well, you'll get a restful sleep, and I'll have a sore, well-fucked cunt by morning," Ellen said as the women parted.

Chapter 3

The day went well. Ralph apologized to Cindy several times. She told him that Ellen had explained it to her and that it was forgotten (a lie). Ralph asked about Cindy's clothes. Ellen said, everything considered, I thought it best. He didn't argue. In the afternoon Cindy climbed the mainmast, in jeans this time, to just look around. Soon, she started yelling.