Shirley and I went to bed soon after the culmination of Sven being ridden and having his face sat on, and Kevin being sucked off by me and one of the guests. Shirley was so excited about what was going on aboard this boat – I think it had been a few years since she’d ever been part of any sexual activity – that she couldn’t contain herself. She was as giggly as a schoolgirl just because she’d touched the base of Sven’s penis, tasted his precum, and seen him naked. We can do a lot better than that, I thought.

The next morning, after another lovely naked yoga session from Kevin, which this time I enjoyed with Sylvie, whose having taken Sven’s penis seemed not to have sated at all. As she took in the sight of Kevin opening up his hole to us in downward-facing dog, she couldn’t stop whispering and giggling about last night, about the feeling of Sven’s beautiful penis inside her, and the sensory overload of riding him while her friend sat on his face.

‘So, how are you going to top that?’ she asked me, with a smile as she sipped her coffee. ‘This is our last day. What do we have to look forward to?’

‘Oh, you’ll see,’ I said, smiling, though I didn’t have anything specific in mind.

Just then, Kevin came over, his penis at face level, and asked, ‘Would it be OK with you ladies if I masturbated? It’s just I work much better if I’ve… erm, got it out of me.’

I looked at Sylvie and knew she wouldn’t mind, so we both shook our heads and muttered, ‘Go straight ahead.’ And, ‘You do you.’

I thought he might go away a little or turn away from us but he got his yoga mat, laid it out in front of us and lay down on it, his open thighs pointing in our direction so we could see his balls, his perineum and his little hole as he started stroking his penis, while looking at both of us, quite shamelessly. He groaned as he turned himself on, spitting in his palm and riding it over the head of that beautiful young penis, looking at us, performing for us. The sight was incredible.

‘If you’d like a hand…’ said Sylvie, eventually, her eyes almost outside of her head at the sight of this beauty pleasuring himself for us.

‘That would be amazing,’ said Kevin. ‘If you don’t mind…’

Before he’d even finished saying it, Sylvie was on the yoga mat with him, had wrested his penis from his own hand, and was caressing it while her other hand explored his testicles, his perineum, even his hole, which he seemed to like. His head went back, his eyes rolled, and his tongue explored his lips as Sylvie drooled saliva onto his penis and worked it, going over the head to make him flinch.

Then, of course, she went down on him, taking the penis that had been in my mouth the night before, right down to the balls, with Kevin now holding her head and bucking his hips so he was face-fucking her hard. Though most of his penis was down her throat, Sylvie grabbed what she could and, making gurgling sounds, pushed back on his penis as it slid in and out of her mouth.

It wasn’t long before I heard, ‘Oh, Ma’am…’ Sylvie just looked at him and gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head to indicate that he could feed his seed right into her mouth… which is what he did with Sylvie choking to take it all down. Finally, he was still, his penis still in Sylvie’s mouth, twitching the last drops out onto her tongue.

She got up, walked back towards me, licking the last bits of sperm from the sides of her mouth and her fingers, mouthing the words, ‘Oh my God!’ at me as she came.

With Kevin now drained of sperm, breakfast went swimmingly. Kevin, Steve, and Juan were looking beyond sexy in their almost-see-through shorts and T-shirts laid out eggs and waffles for the ladies, who spent as much time –more time – appraising the beautiful young men as they did on their made-to-order breakfasts.

As they finished, I came onto the deck to ask if they fancied a beach picnic, which they did, so I sent a couple of the deck guys to scope out a decent location and start to set up. The ladies just lazed around on the aft deck in their swimwear after their breakfast, drinking mimosas and flirting with Kevin and Steve as the young men served them.

Eventually, Tommy appeared on deck in his ‘wets’, his penis hardly contained in the almost see-through Speedos, much to the ladies’ delight. ‘We’re ready for you,’ he said, noticing them looking at his penis, attention that made it visibly thicken a little. ‘If you’d like to come this way…’

He stood aside and, as they passed by, all of them gave his bulge a little squeeze or stroke, giggling at each other as they made their way down to the swim deck to get onto the tender, the little boat that would take them over to the beach, where Juan was setting up along with Sven and José. Shirley had packed hampers and plenty of champagne, which we passed onto the tender, then I stepped on, Tommy holding my hand and smiling at my face as he helped me aboard.

Soon, we were all being handed off the tender onto a beautiful, white-sanded beach with no sign of anyone else. The guys had set up a gazebo with a table beneath it so that the ladies could eat in the shade, and were standing with trays of glasses of champagne ready to get the party started.

The ladies sipped their drinks, jumped in the water, then came back out, got more drinks, and lay out on loungers that had been set up for them. Their wet swimsuits clinging to their bodies, the guys sneaking looks at the nipples and labia that were visible through the fabric.

‘We’re ready to serve you, if you’d like lunch now,’ said Juan gently to the ladies, who got up and made their way to the table. Soon they were tucking into Shirley’s salads, a charcuterie board, a cheese board, and drinking champagne like it was in short supply, which it definitely wasn’t.

All through lunch, the women had been flirting with Juan and Kevin, but especially Tommy, his huge penis busting out of the see-through Speedos as he helped the interiors crew clear up the plates after the lunch was done.

‘So, Tommy,’ said Sylvie, when all that was left were the glasses of champagne.

‘Yes, Ma’am,’ said Tommy, standing in front of the group of women, his hands obediently behind his back, his beautiful penis on full display and in such detail you could see the seam up the centre of his scrotum and a small freckle on the underside of his shaft.

‘What’s the most women you have… erm, fucked at the same time?’

The women all shrieked at Sylvie’s boldness, and I looked at Tommy to see if there was any trace of a blush. There wasn’t.

‘Erm…’ He looked at me as if asking for permission to answer. I smiled. ‘Four, I think,’ he said, smiling.

‘Well, how would you like to better your personal best?’ said Sylvie. Tommy looked bemused.

‘If you fuck all of us, that would make five, so it would be a new record,’ said Sylvie, smiling so Tommy could take it as a joke if he wanted to, but I could tell she was deadly serious.

I wondered how Tommy was going to respond. With a laugh? A blush? A joke? Instead, he just said, ‘Whatever would make you ladies happy.’ They all looked at each other, laughed, looked at the penis stretching out the Speedos, even more now than before.

‘Come on then,’ said Sylvie, standing up, not wanting to let this moment slip through her fingers. She went over to Tommy and, throwing a glance at me to make sure I wasn’t going to object, started to pull his ‘wet’ top over his head. She obviously couldn’t reach, and so Tommy finished the job for her. While he did that, she took the Speedos, undid the cord inside, brushing her hand against that huge penis, and took them off until Tommy was standing naked and semi-erect in front of her and the other ladies.

Then, going back to the table where they’d just had lunch, Sylvie took down her bikini bottoms and bent over the table, her big white bottom facing Tommy. ‘Come on, girls,’ she said, looking up to her friends, who were standing observing. ‘Get with it.’

The rest of the women either took off their bikini bottoms or rolled the tops of their one-pieces down, stepping out of them and joining Sylvie, bending over the table until there were five bottoms facing Tommy, who now had his hand on his penis, getting it ready for this new record attempt.

I went over to him, took the penis into my own hand, and gave it a squeeze and a rub until it was standing up against his belly. There was a teardrop of precum at the tip, which I stole for myself. Leading him by the penis over to Sylvie, I slid the tip of it along her labia, flicking her clitoris with the tip, which made her gasp. Then, when her body had completely relaxed over the table, I took Tommy by the shaft and squeezed the head of his penis into the folds of Sylvie’s vagina. She let out a guttural moan as the length of Tommy slid into her.

He reached around and held her breasts, and she spread her legs wide to allow his penis to reach deeper inside her. Then his strokes started increasing in speed as the other women braced themselves for their turn, with fingers appearing between their legs to start working those vaginas.

‘Juan,’ I said. His beautiful eyes were fixed on the sight of the five women spreading for Tommy. ‘Can you get some of that coconut oil?'

He went back to our makeshift pantry among the vegetation and came back with a jar of half-melted coconut oil.

‘Why don’t you dab a little on all the ladies so that Tommy doesn’t rip them apart,’ I whispered to him. He unscrewed the jar and, moving towards Janey, dabbed his finger in the sloppy coconut oil and, asking her permission, started to rub it along the length of her slit as she bit her lips and stuck her behind out even further.

When her vagina lips were glistening in the sun, he moved to Melissa and dabbed more coconut oil, this time taking his fingers inside her as she groaned a little, not that you could hear that above Sylvie’s gasps as Tommy slammed into her, his hips making slapping sounds as they hit her wobbly arse. Juan was by this time completely hard in his shorts, and so as he dabbed coconut oil on the vaginas spread out before him. I saw the ladies grab onto his bulge, squeezing until the front of Juan’s shorts were transparent with precum.

Then, pulling out of Sylvie, Tommy moved along the line and started to rub the tip of his penis along Janey’s lips. Her hands came around, and she started to pull her meaty buttocks apart so that her vagina was even more on display to Tommy, who began to edge the head in as Janey’s head went back. In a moment, he was slamming into her, with more slapping sounds. Then he moved to Melissa. Then to the next woman. Then the next. Then back. Until he was dipping in and out of the five vaginas laid out before him, the holes all open wide after the onslaught of his penis, almost beckoning to be next.

‘Me next,’ said Sylvie as Tommy brutally fucked Janey, then as soon as he entered her, Melissa called out, ‘Please, Tommy, I need you…’

The woman at the end, Diane, a slightly plump blonde woman in her late 60s, had got fed up with waiting her turn and had grabbed Juan’s hand when it came in to anoint her with coconut oil and made him carry on fingering her while she grabbed the stiff penis in his shorts. She brought him round to her side and slid the shorts down, descending on Juan’s beautiful penis as her finger reached between her legs to work her vagina as she sucked him.

Tommy eventually worked his way back to her, so lucky Diane had him inside her, the lips of her vagina stretched wide while she slurped over Juan’s penis. ‘That’s not fair,’ said Janey, ‘I want some.’ Juan walked along the other side of the table and let Janey grab him and then start to lick and suck his penis as she felt Tommy come back to her. The look on her face was blissful, wanton, greedy.

And so it went on, Tommy dipping his penis from vagina to vagina, fingering the holes to either side of him, as Juan went along the line, allowing himself to be sucked by these women struggling to take Tommy. I could see the women getting sunburned on their white buttocks, but none of them cared. They were almost delirious at the prospect of being the next vagina for Tommy to dip into, all while they focused on Juan’s lovely penis being offered to them.

‘I’m going to cum soon, ladies,’ said Tommy, as he continued up and down the line of greedy vaginas. ‘What do you want me to do with it?’

‘I’m the primary,’ said Sylvie, laughing but serious. ‘I want you to cum in me.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ said Tommy, sliding his penis out of Melissa for the last time and taking it up the line to Sylvie, sliding it back into her and quickly building up speed. The other women, realising there would be no more of Tommy, peeled themselves off the table and came round to watch. As Tommy slammed in and out of Sylvie, who by this time was squeaking through a climax, as the other women’s hands landed on his stomach, his buttocks, and between his legs, where his testicles were slapping against the lips of Sylvie’s vagina.

Diane was a little to one side, crouching down with her fingers in her vagina, Juan’s penis in her mouth as she was on a mission to milk his sperm from him and into her belly. Then Tommy started swearing – ‘fuck yeah, fuck yeah’ (I wouldn’t usually put up with swearing in front of guests) – Sylvie grabbed her own breasts and pushed her backside further out, and we all saw Tommy’s perineum swell and start to pump his sperm into Sylvie.

And as he did, Juan quietly took Diane’s head in his hands and, he too started to unleash his spunk into her mouth as she looked him in the eyes and just took that sperm, her throat moving as she swallowed it.

As the young men flaked with exhaustion, the women drank down the rest of their champagne, chattered excitedly, then ran into the sea, naked, to wash off. Tommy and Juan followed them and were both helped with the rinsing of their penises by the older ladies, who seemed almost in love with the pair of them – Tommy so big and masculine, Juan so sweet and young-looking.

Climbing out, they dried as we cleared, and then the tender appeared with Sven in his see-through Speedos to help the ladies onto the boat before speeding them back to The Maiden, where Kevin was waiting with cocktails and wet towels.

Tommy had clearly taken it out of the ladies and they all sloped back to their cabins to get ready for the big dinner that would signal the beginning of the end of their holiday. They were all giddy with the time they’d had on the beach, giggling and running between cabins with glasses of champagne to go over and over the details of their group fucking.

At around 7:30, with Shirley busy in the galley, and the interiors team having laid up the table on the aft deck, the ladies started drifting back up to the Sky Bar, where Kevin, looking so handsome in his blacks, was ready with cocktails.

‘How was your day?’ he asked cheerfully, not having heard yet about the beach party. The ladies looked at each other, smirked, and laughed.

‘Oh, it was great,’ said Sylvie. ‘Kevin and Juan kept us…’ She looked round at the others. ‘Erm, occupied.’ They all laughed. Kevin clearly had no idea what they were talking about, but he could guess.

Eventually, I called all the ladies out to the table – I noticed a couple of disappointed faces that this time there was no naked young man for them to enjoy, where they sat, getting tipsy, waiting for their first course. This time I wasn’t sitting at the table with them, but helping the interiors team serve as Steve was downstairs doing turndown in their cabins.

‘Where’s Steve?’ asked Sylvie, halfway through a mouthful of sea bream.

‘Oh, he’s scared to death of you all,’ I said with a wink, at which they all laughed.

‘He’s so beautiful, isn’t he, Marianne?’ she went on. ‘Where do you find all these gorgeous young men?’

‘Oh, that would be telling,’ I said with a smirk.

‘You’re right not to let me know,’ she said. ‘I would hire them all out from under you.’

‘And have them under you like Sven last night?’

‘Or on top of me,’ she quipped back. ‘I like variety.’ Much hilarity.

The dinner was a great success, and when it was finished and the ladies were having after-dinner drinks at the table and were thinking of turning in, I made an announcement.

‘And now, as it’s your last night on The Maiden, the crew would like to entertain you.’

The mood changed in an instant as the sliding doors opened and out bounded Sven, José, Juan, and Kevin in ‘wets’, the tight-fitting nylon tops and the practically see-through Speedos. The ladies hollered as I hit play on the Sonos system and the Magic Mike tune My Pony blasted out.

Kevin went straight over to Sylvie, pulled her chair back from the table, and spun it around. His thighs astride her, he started a wiggly lap dance while taking her hands and running them down his body to the bulge in his Speedos. Everyone shrieked.

José went over to Melissa and did the same thing, while Juan chose Diane, the woman who sucked him off at the beach, and Sven went to Janey, until all four were gyrating as the women ran their hands over their chests, their abs, their buttocks, and, of course, their penises bulging in the Speedos. The fifth woman was whooping and laughing and taking videos of the goings on with her phone.

It was all a bit trashy and corny and not at all the sort of higher-class entertainment I would usually organise for clients at this level, but the women were loving it. Then the young men, in time with each other, so this was obviously worked out, all took their tops off, twirled them around their heads and let them go, leaving the women to run their manicured hands all over the naked torsos of the crew who were gyrating on them in barely there Speedos.

I saw Sylvie pinching Kevin’s nipples, which he clearly loved (‘I must remember that,’ I thought to myself) as his penis, which was already hard enough to bust out of the Speedos, started twitching furiously. She put a hand over that as the other darted from one nipple to the other, Kevin smiling broadly, his head back at the touch of this woman old enough to be his grandmother.

Sven’s hairless body looked amazing with Janey’s hands all over it, even if she was focusing on his bulge with one hand and had the other down the back of his Speedos, worming her way towards that pretty little hole. Meanwhile, I noticed that Melissa was using her cleavage to rub against José’s penis as he pushed it into her while Diane had pulled Juan towards her and was coating his skin with her tongue, biting his nipples, and working his bulge with her hand.

Then, again by agreement, the young men all stood away from their lady, turned their backs, and, almost in unison, started to remove the Speedos. The women hollered, laughed, looked at each other with their eyes wide, looked at me to shake their heads in wonder, and watched as the perfect backsides of the crew emerged. And once they had got rid of their Speedos, Sven flicked his towards me! They backed onto their ladies’ laps, taking their hands and bringing them around their bodies so they were on their penises. It was quite a sight for me, these four beautiful, totally naked young men, their penises in the wrinkled hands of these horny older ladies as their friend took pictures and videos on her phone.

After a while of this, again in unison, they stood, took the hand of the lady they were lap dancing, pulled her off her chair, kissed her, and then laid her down on the deck so that the women’s heads were together, their bodies splayed out in a star shape. They then all stood over their lady, facing each other, and danced as they wanked while the women looked up at their testicles and underneath them, some of them caressing the young men’s legs or reaching up to feel their balls as they took in what must have been an amazing sight.

Then, at a moment in the music, they all stepped back over their lady and took a step over the next woman to their left, so Sylvie was now looking up at Sven and his smooth, underneath, licking her lips in sheer lust and touching herself as she reached up to play with his testicles.

And so it went on, each woman getting a new young man to look at with every change in the music, most of them by now touching themselves as well as the young man dancing over them, pinching their own nipples, caressing themselves. The whooping and laughing had died down as the women became focused on these beautiful bodies, dancing for their pleasure.

The guys were looking at each other, looking down at the women, smiling, gritting their teeth as they worked their penises. Then, at a nod from Kevin, they all nodded to each other in agreement, and Kevin said, ‘Get ready, ladies. Here it comes!’

And almost in unison, each of the young men started to spurt, their sperm hitting the women indiscriminately (and a fair amount of it splashing each other!) with the women opening their mouths hoping that some of that precious young sperm would hit their tongues, chasing it across their faces and into their mouths with their fingers as the guys continued milking their penises until every last drop had fallen onto someone’s face or into her hair.

Sylvie then raised herself up and took Juan’s penis, still sticky and twitching, into her mouth to suck out the very last drops. The rest of the women took this as a cue and followed suit until there was a circle of inward-facing young men, supporting each other in their post-orgasm slump, with a group of older women’s heads in the middle sucking them.

Eventually, the circle broke up, the young men helped the women to their feet, gave them a kiss, wiped a bit of the cocktail of different guys’ sperms from their faces, and popped it in their mouths and stood with slowly deflating penises, bowing as the women cheered and clapped and hollered. Then they found their Speedos. I threw Sven’s back to him and climbed into them. That’s a sight I love, almost as much as men taking off their clothes: the putting them back on. Especially the stuffing of half-hard penises into wispy little Speedos. The women were clearly enjoying that sight as well, with Sylvie making a point of rubbing every bulge when the penises were back under wraps.

The women picked up their glasses, carried on laughing, and clapping their hands over their mouths at what had just happened while watching the young men get their tops back on and get ready to leave.

‘Tell me, Marianne,’ said Sylvie, walking towards me, a glass of champagne in hand and trouble written all over her face. ‘Are these young men allowed into guest staterooms at all?’

I smiled at her. A woman after my own heart.

‘I’m going to bed now,’ I said, turned on at the idea of what she was suggesting, these young guys going down to properly finish the women off in whatever combination they could come up with. ‘What happens after I’ve gone, I know nothing about. But they’ll need to be back on duty by 7am.’