I was grousing, towards the end, that I didn't wanna do it again. That it had gotten on my nerves, I was loosing confidence, and just wanted the friggin thing over with. Malcolm's mom took ill and landed in the hospital midweek, and then the Hurricane. Both of us overcame hurdles of a ginormous proportion to make this thing happen. But get over them we did, and we had ourselves the largest most successful event to date. I'd gone all out and hired an awesome DJ for the night, and we'd planned games, and door prizes as well. It really was a no holds barred attempt to make our name once and for all. It worked this time.
One of my members graciously stepped up and hosted a preparty at the local tavern. This place has amazing food, and more than half the group showed up for drinks and food before the cruise. We went to the preparty as soon as our room set up was complete, as we knew there wouldn't be any time between leaving the cruise and starting the afterparty to do so. It was hurried for us, because we had to get on board to do party setup as well, but the energy level in the room for this event was fantastic. It was cold, it was raining, but people were acquainting themselves with each other, and looking forward to boarding the ship regardless of the weather. I was struck by how gorgeous this group of people was. Couples, the lot, except for my boytoy Ian, of course, and the vanilla crowd was trying to figure out what this group of scantily clad, hug and kiss loving people were about. That was MINT!! On board, we set up hastily, and the first guests arrived. The bar was open and ready, and so were we, and after a brief delay waiting for a few couples that didn't make it, we set sail on Long Lake.
The music started, and my smart ass DJ chose the theme music from Gilligan's Island to kick it off. LOL...get it a three hour tour and all? LOL...wow. It was on from there. I had one of my right hand ladies make introductions for some late boarders, and we mingled, danced and got ready for the first party game. We'd decided on 3 games, which got increasingly more risque as the night wore on. What we hadn't thought about was that the top deck...open and soggy because of the recent rain, would be JAMMIN with people getting their truly serious Freak on, myself included. Malcolm and I took some early moments to stand at the railing overlooking the water and reflect on where we were, what we wanted, and how things are. His fear of the water recessed as he accepted that there would be no rogue waves killing us all, and for the fact that he couldn't exactly see it either. But the height of that railing, and the great footstool that the picnic table bench made...ahh, that was a great great thing. He bent me over that railing, lifted up my beaded so short skirt to find me naked and waiting underneath it.....and he shoved his cock in hard, slapping my ass as he did so. That was the first hour.
Three hours of that fantastic cruise seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. Everyone had an amazing time, everyone hugged and thanked us on their way out. And more than half of them showed up at our motel room for the after party. The sign of a fantastic party is when nobody wants it to end. And this one had a life of it's own. Starting around 12:30 am, the last guests left about 4 am. There was an ebb and flow to this party, which went between 2 adjoining rooms. It was so incredibly carnal, with the need to feed some sexual need filling people's thoughts even more than the need to drink. Each room was filled with writhing bodies, bodies getting fisted by the boytoy, women learning how to squirt for the first time and screaming out their very very wet releases. Men being sucked dry by talented tongues and mouths. The slap of someone being fucked very hard and deep. The brisk smack of an ass being punished. The moans of men and women coming over and over and over again. And the knowledge that no matter what, Malcolm hadn't finished until he'd finished with me. His cum belongs to me.
I don't honestly remember everything about that afterparty. It tended to take you over until you were part of the collective whole. It was one of those parties that people will talk about for years, and always compare other parties to. Because some small part of everyone's sanity was gone that night. It was all about sex, and pleasure, and more of both of those things than I think anyone thought themselves capable. Unbridled Lust.
I finished my night sandwiched between my boytoy and my lover. Ian filled my mouth and my throat while Malcolm's cock fucked my ass. I was dommed by both of them, and it was my pleasure to serve. It was also my pleasure to fight both of them, and recieve punishment. I've never seen my boytoy so hard as when he could wrap his fist in my hair and force my head down harder on his cock, while Malcolm would put his hand on the back of my neck and force me down harder on that sweet hard irish cock, pushing it farther in my throat until I gagged nonstop, just a continual contraction on the head of Ian's cock. It was the only time Ian came that night, I'd like to think he'd saved it for me. And as Ian finished, Malcolm chose that moment to assert his control and dominance at a new level.
Malcolm had been jealous the few days before the cruise, as family issues threatened to keep him away from it, and from me. I am still blown away that this magnificent bold man can actually feel jealous over ME. Be afraid that HE'd lose ME. Although we don't generally prescribe to jealousy issues in our relationship, this first time had me feeling thrilled that his level of caring has reached that proportion. So he wanted to mate me in all his primal glory, and stake his claim. He got it. He flipped me over on my back, and fucked my desperately sore pussy as hard as he could, slamming it home and hitting the back over and over in a sweaty pounding rhythm. He put his hand print on me in time with his thrusts, trying to get my tears, but only succeeding in making me try to top him from the bottom. I could feel him getting closer, and I hit him back, surprising him with my defiance. But he knew the game, and knew what I wanted. I got it, I got his rage, and his frustration. And I got his cum, filling me up, spilling out, and mixing with my own squirt as i bathed his lower body in my own cum.
He yanked me out of bed, and we headed for the shower where he tenderly ministered to me and kept me from falling. Helping me wash my hair, and all my secret places. Careful not to hurt my sore aching body. He tucked me into bed, put his furnace of a body against my cold skin, and shushed me to sleep, and we slept like the dead for a bit...oblivious to the sun making it's way into the sky. Ian had a cuddle partner as well, and at some ungodly hour, she made her way back into our room and kept him warm as well. I'm glad, as our beds were not set up to accommodate all three of us, and I was sad that Ian was isolated. I need not worry about him, he made an incredibly great accounting for himself, and is already much much loved by the ladies of the group, collectively.
We are now getting ready to plan for the next event. Part of me is afraid... I'm afraid I can't possibly do any better than what I already did. But like Malcolm says, we aren't in this to always try to top ourselves. We're in this because this is what we do, it's who we are. I agree baby.
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