02-07-2025, 07:45 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
In one of the rooms of the lower deck , Meghna pressed her lips against Disha. She pulled herself into the body of the young woman, squashing her breasts against Meghna's own. Both the women were of a similar height and their bodies meshed together perfectly. Their tongues met in each other's mouth and gently played with the each other.
Meghna moaned her excitement and kissed the young woman harder. Her own hands moved down the back of Disha, stopping at the complex hook of her party dress. Disha realized the dilemma and let go of Meghna's bum for second to undo her hook. It fell to the floor with a thud and Disha stepped out of it, never breaking the sensual kiss. Meghna's hand reached down further and squeezed the raw butt of the young ex-assistant of Hemant. Disha's hands returned to Meghna's ass and they both felt each other up as they made out with passion.
Both women were wet and excited. They could barely contain themselves. Disha was sucking on Meghna's tongue like it was a cock. They groped at each other's bodies as they kissed. Meghna was squeezing Disha's ample tits through the fabric of her bra while Disha's hands had reached between Meghna's hard thighs and had begun rubbing the soaking wet panties under her party skirt. It continued for several minutes until Meghna finally broke the kiss.
Eventually Disha moved away as Meghna slowly did her stripping as one by one she moved the clasp of her dress and then the dress was slid down her body making her stand there in just black bra and panty.She first unclasped her bra as it released from her body exposing her ripe boobs to Disha's hungry eyes. Then it was the panty's turn as Meghna removed it , leaving the older woman bare to the young one. Disha looked at it with temptation , Meghna had an amazing body with a healthy breast with brown nipples followed by her pussy which had some hair at the top.
Then it was Disha's turn to be nude as she already was in her flimpsy bra and thongue. She discarded it , revealing her young but full of life breast to Meghna's eyes and eventually her clean shaven peach. Disha's little pussy was puffy, the lips protruding a little and the hood of her clit peeking out. Meghna was biting her lip and touching her own sex seeing this young woman bare to her. She agained questioned Hemant's sanctity and manliness for not even laying a finger on this young vixen.
Disha sat back on the bed and teased Meghna some more by spreading the lips of her vagina with her fingers to show the pretty folds which were dripping with juice. Meghna moaned as she crossed her legs to squeeze her own sex between her thighs. Disha pulled the naked older woman to her and kissed her forcefully. She rolled Meghna onto her back and climbed on top of her. They made out with open mouths as if their lives depended on it. Their naked bodies writhed and rubbed against each other. As their nipples touched, shock waves of excitement rolled through their bodies causing both of their pussies to get wetter. Trails of wetness traced down their thighs as each women's clit made contact with the other girl's thigh. Hands grabbed whatever body part they could find. Hair was caressed and butt cheeks were fondled. The kissing became frantic.
"Mmm....I have something special for you" Meghna purred.
"Show me gorgeous!" Disha moaned to her.
Meghna reached for her purse as she tugged onto something. Eventually Disha's eyes widened as she saw Meghna pull out a thick and long dildo from the purse. Meghna soon got of the bed as she put the strap on into her waist. She turned to Disha standing tall as if she now has a dick.
"Come here woman , suck my big cock!"
Meghna said in a manly voice giggling as Disha crouched in front on her. She could barely get the dildo cock head into her mouth. She looked up at Meghna with those “innocent” eyes—seeking permission to continue.
Meghna prodded Disha to admit that her cock was superior to any man's dick. She boasted that her cock would not go soft in 5 minutes—like most men. Disha nodded in agreement—swallowing several more inches of this “cock”.
Disha deep throated as much as she could get in her mouth, and then licked up and down the thick shaft, making it shine with her warm saliva. She was totally submissive to Meghna’s will, yet Meghna did not seem satisfied. She pushed Disha down on the bed and told her to spread her legs as wide as she could. Disha’s pussy was oozing wetness. Her perfect thighs were quivering in anticipation.
Meghna's back was sweating as her muscular ass cheeks clench each time she thrust deeper into Disha. Disha wrapped her legs around Meghna’s back as they found a rhythm to their fucking.
Meghna slow-fucked her for several minutes, giving her every inch of that dildo cock. Disha’s pussy looked stretched—its lips tightly gripping the flashlight-like thickness of the cock shaft. Her asshole was also stretched wide open, collecting the stream of her pussy juices.
Meghna grunted like an animal as she fucked. As she stabbed every inch of the cock deeper and deeper into her little pussy, Disha cried out in shattering orgasms. Meghna came too—grimacing and growling.
Tonight was a celebration of love — Rachika's bachelorette party — but in the hushed intimacy of the cabins, other stories were unfolding, charged with secrets and electric desires. The soft hum of the ocean and the distant beats of a DJ above gave a throbbing pulse to the night.
Disha's head was swimming with pleasure and euphoria. She panted and sweated in orgasmic bliss. Meghna was soaked and still full of lust. She wasn't ready for it to be over and gingerly scissored her legs with Disha. As soon as Disha felt the other woman's pussy bump up against her own, her head came around again. They grabbed each other's ass and started gyrating their hips together like a well oiled machine. Their slick fleshes mashed together as they grinded hard with their hips. They humped like two vixens in heat. Each of them was grunting and groaning.
"AAAHHH"
Meghna screamed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip so hard it started to bleed. Disha was crying with joy, tears rolled down her cheeks.
"AHHHH!!!! AAHHH!!!! YES WE ARE ONE!!!!!" Disha screamed out.
Her body shook as her orgasm raged from her body. Her juice squirted from her vagina and splashed over both of their bodies. Meghna was still humping her at a feverish pace causing an orgasmic wave to flow through her. She didn't hold back and arched her back as she came in a violent orgasmic rush, her own cunt spraying a jet a girl juice into Disha's body.
As Disha caught her breath, she panted.
"Wow , I never thought it would've been this good" Disha finally revealed.
As the two ladies lay on the bed catching their breath, their faces met again as they tenderly kissed and tasted each other on their lips.
In the upper deck room , Vikram and Sonarika lost themselves in each other. The room smelled of sea salt and jasmine candles, their flicker throwing wild shadows on the walls. Sonarika, her hair undone, clung to Vikram as if he were her last breath. She had almost let him go once — the weight of her marriage to Hemant heavy on her shoulders — but tonight, they surrendered. With their clothes still on , Sonarika made out with Vikram vigorously as the temptations ran rampant on both of their bodies. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume and longing, the chandelier above them shimmering with each movement.
Below deck, in a cabin filled with scattered clothes and half-drunk champagne flutes, Sandeep and Tamanna’s chemistry erupted like a summer monsoon. The wooden floor was cool at first, but soon turned slick with sweat as their limbs intertwined, their breaths ragged and deep. The bed stood empty behind them, a witness to the raw urgency that pulled them to the ground. A teal throw blanket half-crumpled nearby caught Tamanna’s hand as she clawed for balance, while Sandeep's watch clinked against the floorboards. A wine bottle tipped over slowly, its crimson contents pooling under the low table — like a silent testament to their reckless abandon.
A few cabins away, Meghna and Disha shared a more tender, but no less intense, union. Their room was softly lit, decorated with pale lilies and framed pictures of coastal sunsets. The scent of coconut oil and faint rose lingered in the air. After gentle kisses on the bed, their connection led them to the en-suite shower — the tiled walls gleaming under a dim amber light. Water cascaded over their bodies, mingling with their laughter and sighs, rivulets slipping down collarbones and along the curve of their backs. Their lips met again and again, each kiss an unspoken vow of devotion, echoing off the marble tiles like a secret chorus.
In Sonarika and Vikram’s room, their intense makeout was an altar of confession and desire. Each touch reignited the embers of an affair they both once vowed to end, the betrayal overshadowed by the sheer pull they felt toward each other. Sonarika's mangalsutra, gleaming on the nightstand next to an overturned glass of champagne, caught the moonlight — a silent witness to the double life she lived.
Meanwhile, Sandeep and Tamanna pushed against each other with desperate strength, fingers slipping, legs trembling as they gave in fully to the primal rhythm. The room felt too small for the heat they generated. A mirrored closet door reflected their passion, catching every shiver and gasped plea. The floor beneath them shuddered slightly with the yacht’s sway, but they moved in perfect, chaotic synchrony, collapsing at last into a breathless, sweaty heap. Their foreheads pressed together, they smiled through the fog of exertion, tasting the salt of each other’s skin.
Meghna and Disha’s shower encounter felt almost sacred — water droplets shimmering like stars on their warm, flushed bodies. Meghna pressed Disha gently against the wall, her fingers sliding over her lover’s slick skin, finding the pulse points that made Disha tremble and moan softly. The shower steamed around them, turning the small space into a private cloud of warmth and pleasure. As they reached their crescendo together, their cries drowned in the pounding water, they clung to each other as if they might vanish in the mist. The world beyond the glass door ceased to exist, if only for those precious minutes.
When the final waves of pleasure passed, a hush settled in each room, like the sea calming after a squall. All except one , the room of Vikram and Sonarika's as in that room , the throes of passion was only getting started. Vikram kissed Sonarika passionately as they still being clothed , both collapse on the bed. A nude Sandeep brushed hair from a nuder Tamanna’s face. And finally Meghna kissed Disha’s forehead tenderly — each couple lost in that crescend of the moment, if not the future. Around them, candles burned low, mirrors fogged, sheets tangled, and the floor lay littered with fragments of a night they would never forget. In the yacht's gentle creaks and distant music, there was a shared breath of contentment, a collective heartbeat that pulsed through the hull.
Outside, the yacht sailed steadily through the moonlit sea, the waves shimmering with reflections like scattered diamonds. It carried secrets and confessions, longing and joy — but most of all, it carried love in all its messy, beautiful forms. The night belonged to passion, and to those brave enough to surrender to it. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, a witness to the human hunger for touch and closeness, the eternal dance of desire.
And as the Voyage of Love cut through the dark water under the watchful stars, love won — wild, imperfect, and triumphant — lighting up the night like a flame no ocean could extinguish.
END OF CHAPTER 14
Meghna moaned her excitement and kissed the young woman harder. Her own hands moved down the back of Disha, stopping at the complex hook of her party dress. Disha realized the dilemma and let go of Meghna's bum for second to undo her hook. It fell to the floor with a thud and Disha stepped out of it, never breaking the sensual kiss. Meghna's hand reached down further and squeezed the raw butt of the young ex-assistant of Hemant. Disha's hands returned to Meghna's ass and they both felt each other up as they made out with passion.
Both women were wet and excited. They could barely contain themselves. Disha was sucking on Meghna's tongue like it was a cock. They groped at each other's bodies as they kissed. Meghna was squeezing Disha's ample tits through the fabric of her bra while Disha's hands had reached between Meghna's hard thighs and had begun rubbing the soaking wet panties under her party skirt. It continued for several minutes until Meghna finally broke the kiss.
Eventually Disha moved away as Meghna slowly did her stripping as one by one she moved the clasp of her dress and then the dress was slid down her body making her stand there in just black bra and panty.She first unclasped her bra as it released from her body exposing her ripe boobs to Disha's hungry eyes. Then it was the panty's turn as Meghna removed it , leaving the older woman bare to the young one. Disha looked at it with temptation , Meghna had an amazing body with a healthy breast with brown nipples followed by her pussy which had some hair at the top.
Then it was Disha's turn to be nude as she already was in her flimpsy bra and thongue. She discarded it , revealing her young but full of life breast to Meghna's eyes and eventually her clean shaven peach. Disha's little pussy was puffy, the lips protruding a little and the hood of her clit peeking out. Meghna was biting her lip and touching her own sex seeing this young woman bare to her. She agained questioned Hemant's sanctity and manliness for not even laying a finger on this young vixen.
Disha sat back on the bed and teased Meghna some more by spreading the lips of her vagina with her fingers to show the pretty folds which were dripping with juice. Meghna moaned as she crossed her legs to squeeze her own sex between her thighs. Disha pulled the naked older woman to her and kissed her forcefully. She rolled Meghna onto her back and climbed on top of her. They made out with open mouths as if their lives depended on it. Their naked bodies writhed and rubbed against each other. As their nipples touched, shock waves of excitement rolled through their bodies causing both of their pussies to get wetter. Trails of wetness traced down their thighs as each women's clit made contact with the other girl's thigh. Hands grabbed whatever body part they could find. Hair was caressed and butt cheeks were fondled. The kissing became frantic.
"Mmm....I have something special for you" Meghna purred.
"Show me gorgeous!" Disha moaned to her.
Meghna reached for her purse as she tugged onto something. Eventually Disha's eyes widened as she saw Meghna pull out a thick and long dildo from the purse. Meghna soon got of the bed as she put the strap on into her waist. She turned to Disha standing tall as if she now has a dick.
"Come here woman , suck my big cock!"
Meghna said in a manly voice giggling as Disha crouched in front on her. She could barely get the dildo cock head into her mouth. She looked up at Meghna with those “innocent” eyes—seeking permission to continue.
Meghna prodded Disha to admit that her cock was superior to any man's dick. She boasted that her cock would not go soft in 5 minutes—like most men. Disha nodded in agreement—swallowing several more inches of this “cock”.
Disha deep throated as much as she could get in her mouth, and then licked up and down the thick shaft, making it shine with her warm saliva. She was totally submissive to Meghna’s will, yet Meghna did not seem satisfied. She pushed Disha down on the bed and told her to spread her legs as wide as she could. Disha’s pussy was oozing wetness. Her perfect thighs were quivering in anticipation.
Meghna's back was sweating as her muscular ass cheeks clench each time she thrust deeper into Disha. Disha wrapped her legs around Meghna’s back as they found a rhythm to their fucking.
Meghna slow-fucked her for several minutes, giving her every inch of that dildo cock. Disha’s pussy looked stretched—its lips tightly gripping the flashlight-like thickness of the cock shaft. Her asshole was also stretched wide open, collecting the stream of her pussy juices.
Meghna grunted like an animal as she fucked. As she stabbed every inch of the cock deeper and deeper into her little pussy, Disha cried out in shattering orgasms. Meghna came too—grimacing and growling.
Tonight was a celebration of love — Rachika's bachelorette party — but in the hushed intimacy of the cabins, other stories were unfolding, charged with secrets and electric desires. The soft hum of the ocean and the distant beats of a DJ above gave a throbbing pulse to the night.
Disha's head was swimming with pleasure and euphoria. She panted and sweated in orgasmic bliss. Meghna was soaked and still full of lust. She wasn't ready for it to be over and gingerly scissored her legs with Disha. As soon as Disha felt the other woman's pussy bump up against her own, her head came around again. They grabbed each other's ass and started gyrating their hips together like a well oiled machine. Their slick fleshes mashed together as they grinded hard with their hips. They humped like two vixens in heat. Each of them was grunting and groaning.
"AAAHHH"
Meghna screamed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip so hard it started to bleed. Disha was crying with joy, tears rolled down her cheeks.
"AHHHH!!!! AAHHH!!!! YES WE ARE ONE!!!!!" Disha screamed out.
Her body shook as her orgasm raged from her body. Her juice squirted from her vagina and splashed over both of their bodies. Meghna was still humping her at a feverish pace causing an orgasmic wave to flow through her. She didn't hold back and arched her back as she came in a violent orgasmic rush, her own cunt spraying a jet a girl juice into Disha's body.
As Disha caught her breath, she panted.
"Wow , I never thought it would've been this good" Disha finally revealed.
As the two ladies lay on the bed catching their breath, their faces met again as they tenderly kissed and tasted each other on their lips.
In the upper deck room , Vikram and Sonarika lost themselves in each other. The room smelled of sea salt and jasmine candles, their flicker throwing wild shadows on the walls. Sonarika, her hair undone, clung to Vikram as if he were her last breath. She had almost let him go once — the weight of her marriage to Hemant heavy on her shoulders — but tonight, they surrendered. With their clothes still on , Sonarika made out with Vikram vigorously as the temptations ran rampant on both of their bodies. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume and longing, the chandelier above them shimmering with each movement.
Below deck, in a cabin filled with scattered clothes and half-drunk champagne flutes, Sandeep and Tamanna’s chemistry erupted like a summer monsoon. The wooden floor was cool at first, but soon turned slick with sweat as their limbs intertwined, their breaths ragged and deep. The bed stood empty behind them, a witness to the raw urgency that pulled them to the ground. A teal throw blanket half-crumpled nearby caught Tamanna’s hand as she clawed for balance, while Sandeep's watch clinked against the floorboards. A wine bottle tipped over slowly, its crimson contents pooling under the low table — like a silent testament to their reckless abandon.
A few cabins away, Meghna and Disha shared a more tender, but no less intense, union. Their room was softly lit, decorated with pale lilies and framed pictures of coastal sunsets. The scent of coconut oil and faint rose lingered in the air. After gentle kisses on the bed, their connection led them to the en-suite shower — the tiled walls gleaming under a dim amber light. Water cascaded over their bodies, mingling with their laughter and sighs, rivulets slipping down collarbones and along the curve of their backs. Their lips met again and again, each kiss an unspoken vow of devotion, echoing off the marble tiles like a secret chorus.
In Sonarika and Vikram’s room, their intense makeout was an altar of confession and desire. Each touch reignited the embers of an affair they both once vowed to end, the betrayal overshadowed by the sheer pull they felt toward each other. Sonarika's mangalsutra, gleaming on the nightstand next to an overturned glass of champagne, caught the moonlight — a silent witness to the double life she lived.
Meanwhile, Sandeep and Tamanna pushed against each other with desperate strength, fingers slipping, legs trembling as they gave in fully to the primal rhythm. The room felt too small for the heat they generated. A mirrored closet door reflected their passion, catching every shiver and gasped plea. The floor beneath them shuddered slightly with the yacht’s sway, but they moved in perfect, chaotic synchrony, collapsing at last into a breathless, sweaty heap. Their foreheads pressed together, they smiled through the fog of exertion, tasting the salt of each other’s skin.
Meghna and Disha’s shower encounter felt almost sacred — water droplets shimmering like stars on their warm, flushed bodies. Meghna pressed Disha gently against the wall, her fingers sliding over her lover’s slick skin, finding the pulse points that made Disha tremble and moan softly. The shower steamed around them, turning the small space into a private cloud of warmth and pleasure. As they reached their crescendo together, their cries drowned in the pounding water, they clung to each other as if they might vanish in the mist. The world beyond the glass door ceased to exist, if only for those precious minutes.
When the final waves of pleasure passed, a hush settled in each room, like the sea calming after a squall. All except one , the room of Vikram and Sonarika's as in that room , the throes of passion was only getting started. Vikram kissed Sonarika passionately as they still being clothed , both collapse on the bed. A nude Sandeep brushed hair from a nuder Tamanna’s face. And finally Meghna kissed Disha’s forehead tenderly — each couple lost in that crescend of the moment, if not the future. Around them, candles burned low, mirrors fogged, sheets tangled, and the floor lay littered with fragments of a night they would never forget. In the yacht's gentle creaks and distant music, there was a shared breath of contentment, a collective heartbeat that pulsed through the hull.
Outside, the yacht sailed steadily through the moonlit sea, the waves shimmering with reflections like scattered diamonds. It carried secrets and confessions, longing and joy — but most of all, it carried love in all its messy, beautiful forms. The night belonged to passion, and to those brave enough to surrender to it. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, a witness to the human hunger for touch and closeness, the eternal dance of desire.
And as the Voyage of Love cut through the dark water under the watchful stars, love won — wild, imperfect, and triumphant — lighting up the night like a flame no ocean could extinguish.
END OF CHAPTER 14
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