(Final chapter... from P2)

So there I was, left suspended; hole almost inside-out and thinking this might be my bed for the night!

I was still blindfolded and gagged - and man, hungry as hell. I could here cutlery clinking and clanging while they were eating and I could hear them quietly discussing the fun they'd just had. The cabin smelt of alcohol and what hadn't stayed in me, had obviously squirted out while I was being rammed.

I listened to the conversation, it was the only thing I could hear other than the splashes against the side of the boat. It was all very quiet.

"I wonder how far we can go?" I heard. "We must be well within his limits because there's been no signal" another one said.

I could hear the organiser had joined them for dinner. His voice was deep and unmistakable. "Who has the smallest hand?" he says. I knew exactly where they were heading and having been fisted twice before on different occasions, I was OK with it as long as they didn't make it all night entertainment.

They were quiet and I was guessing they were measuring up against each other. I could hear, "Na, too big". "It's down to you guys" ..."You!" They found a winner.

"Go douse you hand in olive oil" one says.

Others began coming down. "He looks more than ready" "Get that hand down here"

Then I heard humming... "Have we got a treat for you!" One guy came to my head and said they wanted to try something. "As soon as you feel any discomfort, throw your head about and we'll stop" he said. I nodded.

I felt a finger. Or I should say, I hardly felt a finger! But then 2 and 3; then 4. I felt him working around it and others saying "Slowly, we want it all the way in but do it slowly"

His fingers went in and came back out; went back in again and he said, "You OK?" I nodded again. Then he began to force a little harder, feeling me stretch little by little more until suddenly I felt great relief from the pressure. A voice beside me said "It's in. `You right?" I nodded.

He worked it around and I could feel him pushing further up, as far he could. He knew how far he could go judging by my response in body movement. Then he slid it back out.

"Holy geez! Look at that! It looks like a fany slit!" I heard one yelling. "Get the camera!" Then another one said, "Next size up please, front and centre!"

Again, I felt the pressure of yet a larger hand moving in and I did all that I could to relax to reduce any pain. Within seconds, he was in.

This went on for a few minutes and a third guy fronted. Again, some play for a minute and then I felt him slide in.

I could hear the 'yahoos' and could sense the flash of a camera taking pics of the action. My gag was removed and again I was asked if I was OK. I gasped "...yes..."

I was asked if I was hungry, to which I replied "Shit yes" Then I heard "He's hungry! Time to unload again!" Three guys, one after one threw their cocks into my mouth and began pumping. I heard a fourth say "Feed him!"

It was hot and wild. I'd experimented further than I ever dared before. A group six??? I've never been the centre of attention like that before!

Needless to say, one guy still pretty much preferred fishing all weekend.

It must have well past midnight! My blindfold was removed - the 1st time in hours. I was untied... helped into a sarong-thing and cooked for and waited drinks. It was great! Then I was asked to be sure to sleep naked each night because 'Men have their needs'. And they did... all night long!

The next day was Saturday, and while they paraded around in shorts all day, they asked me to be completely naked all weekend. That proved difficult in the days as yachts would often anchor close by. But I thought WTF! It's only nudity and any fun was always taken downstairs.

I was at the beck and call of the guys all weekend but never after had I been bound etc nor was I asked to don the maid outfit (which I might add, was in tatters)

We cruised back on Sunday afternoon and were met by a company guy who took the craft into the mariner. He asked if we enjoyed ourselves and asked if we had we caught any fish... to be told "Oh, `was the best weekend ever. We let a few a go but the one we wanted is right here on the boat with us" Funnily, the guy who fished all weekend had a decent enough catch of Flathead for us all and we all went back MORE than satisfied! (However sore)

I've been very lucky with my finds over the years and have a lot of interesting stories to report.

These events happened late last year (2008). While I've stayed in contact with the 'organiser', I've never heard from the other guys... till I get a message again asking... "Wanna go fishing!?!?"

If you want any more stories of past encounters, vote HIGH or wink me and I'll be happy to tell all!