"All Hands on Deck"
by GrandMoff
This is a fictional story, intended purely for the entertainment of readers. It involves sexual situations between a group of girls and young women, i.e. underage lesbian sex. There's also a heavy dose of domination in this story. If this offends you, or you can't legally view this, please don't read the story. Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.
I had a dilemma. School was out for the summer and in northern New Mexico, that means party time. My friend Kati had told me that there'd be a wild one at Santa Rosa Lake (actually on an island in the lake.) Kati left Santa Fe to go to the island on Friday. I couldn't, because I had to work, but on Saturday, I packed some overnight stuff and took off, heading East. I got to the parking area Kati had said would be there. There were probably 100-120 cars around; I'd thought there would be more. I pulled my overnight bag from my trunk and made sure my car's lights were off. I walked to the dock.
As I said, here was my dilemma. There was no ferry. There were no charter boats. There were just a few privately owned boats moored at the pier. I set down my bag and pondered my situation.
"Hey, Esther!" someone yelled.
I looked in the direction of the greeting. There on the bow of a large white, black-trimmed boat was a vaguely familiar young lady who I thought I should know. I'm terrible with names. I wracked my brain as I waved and walked toward her. I knew her from my Sociology 101 class...but what was her name?
As I drew closer, I appreciated the long brown hair, the blouse tied just beneath her breasts, the tight cutoff shorts, the long, slender legs, and I noticed a sparkle--a pierced eyebrow. Oh yeah, she was...
"Alicia! How are you?" I said with a smile.
"Fine," she answered. She was about to say more when we both heard an out-of-place clank on her boat. She turned sharply. "Careful, okay? I'd rather not have any leaks."
"Sorry," a female voice said.
Alicia turned back to me. "Here for the party, then?"
"Yeah."
"Good! Have fun; I know we will." She looked away, as though she was about to leave me and cast off.
"Actually," I called to her, "I, um...I could use a ride."
She stopped and looked at me. I got a sudden chill, but I ignored it. "It'll be crowded, but I don't mind taking you," she said.
In a few minutes, I was on the boat, in the large main cabin with about fifteen other girls. Alicia had been right; it was kind of crowded. At least it was nice and cool. I didn't know any of my fellow passengers, so I stood near a corner and kept quiet.
This ride was starting to seem strange. No one was really talking, but there was a lot of whispering going on. No one was standing still, either. People kept shifting around, and because of that, I too had to keep moving. Before long, I was roughly in the center of the cabin.
I was beginning to get a little nervous. I'd never seen behavior like this before. Then it got abruptly quieter; I realized that the engine had stopped. Now I was frightened.
I felt a hand on my ass! Accidental? No. It stayed there. I squirmed, but a second hand joined the first and the hands began squeezing. I reached to remove those offending hands from my posterior.
But one hand caught each of my wrists, carefully but quite firmly. All the young women on the boat were now pressing in on me. I was covered with hands and fingers: probing, massaging, pinching, caressing...
Then they began to infiltrate. They lifted my shirt and my skirt. They unhooked my bra; they pulled my panties down to above my knees. I tried to struggle when they started to move my skirt, but more hands grabbed my arms. Someone began sucking on the fingers of my left hand. Someone else used my right hand to touch her pussy. The relentless girls fondled my naked breasts and stroked my vulnerable vaginal lips.
"Ooh," a low voice spoke into my right ear, "such hard nipples! You're enjoying this."
"Loving it, even," another voice whispered into my left ear. "Your pussy dripped onto my hand before I touched it. You're quite a slut, aren't you?"
My face must have been red from arousal and embarrassment. Before I could deny their assertions, the girl on my left had begun licking my neck; the one on the right was kissing my ear. This girl on the right--whom I hadn't even seen--was quite the temptress. "Come on then, slut. Use your fingers to fuck me the way I know you can. I can tell an easy lay when I meet one."
"I'm not," I stammered, but I concentrated on stroking her as well as I could. It wasn't as simple as it sounds. Two women were sucking on my breasts. I had three fingers in my pussy, two teasing my clit, one in my ass, and for all I knew, each of the six fingers belonged to a different girl.
All the hands began tugging me to the carpeted floor, except for the hands between my legs, which were getting me very close to orgasm by now. The lustful girls spread my arms and legs. One girl hungrily kissed my mouth; another mounted me and mashed her pussy against mine. With so many fingers still in me, I shuddered with pleasure and gasped. My climax was so close I could almost taste it.
The fingers stopped; so did the girl grinding above me. Hands continued to caress me, but wouldn't go near my pelvis. Lips and tongues continued to lick, kiss, and suck my body, but also avoided my cunt. "Mm," I groaned, realizing with shame that I wanted this orgasm. I really wanted it.
The temptress on my right was whispering in my ear again. "Oh, life is so rough," she giggled. "Poor Baby won't be getting off just yet."
I heard a door open and looked up to see Alicia gazing at me with blatant lust in her eyes. "You look really good, Esther. Good enough to eat. Maybe I will. But no one said this was a free ride, dear. You're going to suck and fuck me and all my friends. Once you've done that and proven what a little whore you are, I might let you cum."
I would have said something, but Alicia clapped her hands. "I'm first," said the girl who'd been talking into my right ear. She came into my field of vision. She was unbearably sexy. I almost drooled. This woman was probably 19 or 20; with a gorgeous pair of B-cups; wide, dramatic hips; miles of legs; and a pierced tongue. She kept her clothes on, but they were skimpy enough to highlight her assets instead of hiding them. She hitched up her skirt, pulled her thong to one side, and knelt over my face. I nearly fainted at her lovely scent. I dug in immediately, feasting on her delectable pink pussy. The girls who held my arms put my hands on her amazing ass. I needed no urging, I massaged her cheeks with a passion that surprised me.
"Ooh..." the girl above me panted. "...You're good, slut...ah! You're a...terrific...dirty whore! Oh!"
"Get into the appetizer, honey," Alicia said. She was laughing. "They'll be coming in twos and threes and more after her. Because--if you hadn't noticed--this is a gangbang and we're the gang. And that makes you our plaything. Your body is our toy; we plan to use it."
I tore my mouth from the delicious pussy I was slurping. "But I'm--"
"--Don't speak out of turn! You just earned yourself some punishment. If you don't want more, remember that you're my possession now--my object--and I'm sharing you with my friends."
Punishment? I was scared when I heard that. What could she have in store for me? Truthfully, I was a little eager, too.
"I'm cumming!" the wild girl above me yelled. "Ah! Fuck yeah! You filthy...cunt-sucking...slut! Oh yeah!"
I drank as much of her cum as I could before she hopped off me. Without any time to catch my breath, a cute redhead who couldn't have been more than 16 and an alluring brunette mounted me. I finger-fucked the brunette and gave the redhead a tongue ride. The smell of sex in the cabin was heavy, almost making me high. I knew that everyone on board was horny as hell, watching me get used and unable to do anything about it. All those girls, all wanting desparately to fuck me--I couldn't believe how horny it was making me! I quickly succeeded in giving the brunette and the redhead their orgasms and they dismounted. The red-haired cutie had to have some help, I noticed with pride.
Some of the many hands that held me lifted my pelvis. They put some sort of harness on me and secured it with leather thongs. It was a strap-on dildo. I'd never worn one before. It made me excited; it was another source of pleasure for my beautiful captors. Three more women straddled various parts of my prone body and I began fucking them as soon as they got near enough. I knew I must look like a completely cunt-starved whore but I was too worked up to care.
I can't tell you how long it took, but I got them all off. My forearms were aching, my hips and abs were sore, my tongue felt swollen and nearly numb with fatigue. I had reached the end of my endurance, but it was fantastic to know that I was exhausted from giving everyone on the boat (including Alicia) a climax. My pussy ached with anticipation. It had to be my turn now.
The girls rolled me onto my front and put my knees beneath me, so my skirt was around my waist and my bare ass was high in the air. My juice had flowed into my crack, so the finger that teased my anus glided smoothly. The finger thrust in, wiggled, and slipped out.
An instant later, a hand slapped my right butt cheek. It landed with a loud smack and it really stung.
"Didn't think I'd forget your punishment, did you?" Alicia asked. "Line up, girls. Ten swats apiece ought to teach her how to behave."
Ten apiece! That was going to be serious pain. But I didn't have long to fear it; the spanking began immediately. Damn, it hurt! No one let up even a little. I was crying by the twentieth stroke. I wanted to count, so I knew how many women were gangbanging me, but I lost track in a haze of agony and arousal. Finally, the spanking stopped. I wondered if I would ever sit again...but I was so turned on I was starting to go crazy. My pussy was throbbing. The beautiful girl with the pierced tongue lifted my chin and wiped my tears, then kissed me long and deeply.
"You've been an enjoyable slut," I heard Alicia say, "so I'll let you have your pleasure, if you still want it."
"Yuss! Pleeves!" I yelled into the tongue-pierced girl's mouth.
"Okay," Alicia said, clapping her hands. "But you should be careful what you wish for."
I was suddenly scared again. My sore body was rolled over and the girls removed my strap-on. Two girls loved my breasts with their mouths. Another girl went down on me. I got close to my climax very quickly. Then the mouth left my crotch. The hands lifted me and lowered me slowly onto a tall blonde beauty who was wearing a strap-on. It felt large but comfortable as it impaled me and I tried to start riding it--
"--Not yet, whore," the girl with the tongue ring told me. She showed me that she was also wearing a strap-on dildo. She lubed it with KY. She sauntered past me; my eyes followed her as far as they could. "Oh, you can't!" I gasped as I understood what her target would be. "You'll kill me!"
"Of course I won't, silly girl. Now lean forward so I can ass-fuck you!"
Trembling with excitement and fatigue, I did as I was told. The many hands on my body helped position me. There was some sharp, stretching pain, but there was some strange pleasure as the large dildo entered my ass, joining the other dildo inside me. I'd never been double-penetrated in my life. (After all, wouldn't anyone who let people do that to her be a complete and total slut?) It was incredible! I can't describe it, I was just so...full! The proceeded to fuck me hard while the cute little redhead kissed me and I screamed my orgasms into her luscious, hot mouth.
They all felt me cum several times, but they didn't stop. It was getting hard to breathe. How much of this could I take? I shuddered, feeling very weak and sore but unbelievably satisfied as yet another orgasm ripped through me. Was this what Alicia had meant?
The dildo left my ass as I came again. The timing was perfect! Even with the redhead's mouth covering mine, I know everyone on the boat heard my blissful scream. The hands pulled me back and tweaked my nipples. Two girls kissed my mouth at once. But the clincher was the girl who laid on top of the blonde amazon I'd been riding and began tongue-bathing my clit. This time, when I came, all my other senses shut down. I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything but the incredible pleasure. I was terrified. I couldn't breathe at all. The orgasm kept surging through me and I shook uncontrollably. At last, it subsided just a little. I drew in a huge, wheezing breath. "I can't--" I said, but that tongue and those hands and those dildo-clad hips beneath me just wouldn't stop. The pleasure hit me again and it was all I knew, my entire world.
I woke to see Alicia smiling at me. "You really wore us out, Esther," she said. "I wish I'd known sooner that you were into girls."
"Ditto," I said. My voice sounded raw. "I've never--I mean--you fucked me senseless! I thought that was just an expression."
"Now you're one of us. So let me make some introductions." She looked at her companions. The tongue ring girl stepped forward and winked at me. "Sylvia," Alicia said.
"Charmed," she said to me.
"You are unbelievable," I answered.
"Cherie," Alicia said. The little redhead smiled nervously at me.
"Pleased to meet you," she stammered.
"You're so fucking hot!" I replied. She blushed. Adorable!
"Eiko," Alicia said, indicating the stunning brunette who'd mounted me with Cherie.
"Really glad to meet you," she said, licking her lips.
"Me too, beautiful lady."
The tall blonde was next. "Madeleine," Alicia introduced.
"The pleasure's all mine," she purred.
"No it wasn't, sexy!" I responded.
Eventually, Alicia had introduced me to all 18 girls. Knowing that I'd gotten all 18 of them off was making me horny again. I grabbed Cherie's hand. "Will you come with me onto the deck, love?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'd like to," she whispered.
We sat in the sunlight, feeling alive. My clothes would take a while to dry, even with the strong sun and the breeze. I'd never been allowed to take them off, so they were saturated with sweat and cum. I removed them casually, rinsed them, and spread them on the deck to dry. Cherie and I were at ease with my nudity.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Sixteen."
I evaluated her with a stare.
"At least, I will be soon," she amended. "In two months."
"Just barely more than a child," I said. "How did a beautiful young girl like you get involved in this divine lunacy?"
"Luck, just like you."
"How much do you know about it?" I pressed.
"Not all, but quite a bit. Why don't you tell me what you know and I'll fill in the blanks, if I can?" Her smile was pure and dazzling.
I took a deep breath and started talking. "Rumors are about it. I've heard of a 'Legendary Lesboat' that appears from time to time, fulfilling the wildest fantasies of lonely young women. They say that if you tell them to stop, they will; but you'll never get another chance at their pleasure and pain. The description and location of the boat vary widely, as does the number of women aboard. That's the extent of my knowledge."
Cherie clasped my hand. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I suspected I was falling hard for this pretty angel. She pursed her delicious lips for a moment. "Let me tell you a story then. About four years ago, a well-known lesbian businesswoman died. She left her house to her lover and her two boats to her two daughters. The older sister, Sienna, inherited Lady Lover. The younger sister, Sylvia, inherited Naiad of New Mexico."
"Sylvia?" I interrupted.
"Yes. This is her boat.
"Anyway, the descriptions of the boat vary because there are two of them--and we paint, decorate, change things... The size of the 'crew' varies. The number has to be at least ten, but there's no set maximum.
"Speaking of the 'crew,' we have all been in your place. That's the only way to join. A few of us, such as Eiko and Sylvia herself, love being the 'victim' and have been many times. We have a weird system of who's 'captain' and who's 'seductress;' we take turns and have a lottery-type system. It works; that's what matters.
"I've been on the boat six times, and it's always been great fun! And I'm really glad that you also found it."
"I'm glad I found you," I said to her. She blushed again, and I knew was definitely in love. We kissed. We watched the changing surface of the water.
This boat was pretty cool.
To other authors: For me, this was a huge challenge: I never write about non-consensual sex, but I wanted this story to have some of that feel. I also was very happy with the premise that I worked out to advance the plot. Please, if you want to write any stories about the erotic adventures aboard the Lady Lover or the Naiad of New Mexico, feel free to do so. And please keep it consensual.