September of 1989. All aboard The Sun newspaper pleasure cruise. With Samantha Fox, Karen Brennan, Debee Ashby, Donna Ewin, Rachel Garley, Kirsten Imrie, Gail Mckenna, Tracey Neve, Lu Varley, Maria Whittaker.
In order to celebrate the top ten chart entry of her latest single' I only want to be with you' Samantha Fox combined that good news with the fact that it had been twenty years since the first published topless page three picture in The Sun.
Since hanging up her bra in 1986, or was that keeping it on? Samantha had recorded three albums and had managed to get into the charts a number of times. Her biggest and best being 'Touch Me (I Want Your Body)' back in '86.
In a welcome collaboration she and the newspaper editors chartered the 'Lady Maria' a 105 metre mega yacht moored in the Mediterranean Sea.
She called several of the invited guests and gushed down the line excitedly.
"It's going to be so much fun, Maria. It's all about the four S's."
"What are they?" Wondered Maria Whittaker on the other end.
"Sun, sea, sand and of course sex. We all spend the day having out pictures taken, and the night time? Well..."
Built and owned by Russian born millionaire, Igor Suckemeoff, the striking luxury motor vessel was opulent, lengthy and boasted a maximum speed of 22 knots.
The top deck featured a swimming pool with a sliding roof and a centrally positioned staircase that led to the owner's luxury suite.
The lavish accommodation slept up tp twenty guests over ten suites.
Samantha and nine of the current page three girls all took the train from Waterloo Railway Station, across the Channel, and on down to the French yacht club in Port Camargue Marina.
The day earlier saw the photographer and his assistant travel to the Marina to join the hired English crew.
This consisted of the Captain, chef, deck crew of first officer and chief steward. One engineer completed the team and it was planned that the yacht would set out to sea for three days while all the girls were captured on film for a Christmas special edition of the Sunday supplement of the paper.
Once they were all bedded down and unpacked the serious business began.
By day the sixty year old photographer Derek and his aide Sid shot dozens of rolls of film on the yacht.
Sun and tits were the obvious theme and Derek had eighteen pairs of statuesque breasts to play with.
Derek and Sid were experts in their profession and dutifully captured every stiff nipple and gathering moisture in lots of ample cleavage.
They made sure to illuminate every boob in bright light, no shadows in The Sun newspaper.
As the sun dipped slowly in the sky the sessions would wind down and the young darlings were let off the leash.
The young chef Mark was besotted. He had been mesmerised by Gail McKenna who he thought was the most attractive out of all of the other models.
Since the group had come onboard two days ago he had thought of nothing else but Gail morning, noon and night.
As he fingered his crisp collar of his white uniform shirt he looked on her from a safe distance.
Gail was lying on her back on a lounger wearing a white bikini and sunglasses.
Well, the top was really just two strips of material that covered her nipples and only them. The bottoms also were so flimsy as to be just a triangle that cupped her plump mound.
She had chosen this side of the yacht to take a ten minute sunbathe under the Mediterranean azure sky.
Her perfect skin glistened from the sun and the Ambre Solaire suntan lotion she had liberally smeared into her soft flesh.
As the gentle sound of the sea lapping on the hull of the yacht Mark looked on in a state of excitement as he ogled the stunning girl's bosom rise and fall under her skimpy top.
Then, Dave showed up and Gail moved her glasses down her cute nose to take a long look at the sandy haired and tanned first officer.
Mark despised Dave, not least because his good looks and muscular frame always got him the girls. Lucky bastard.
"Hi," said Gail with a warm smile and fluttering lashes. "Could you do me a favour and rub some oil on my back?"
"It will be my pleasure." Dave spoke in his west country burr and took the yellow bottle from Gail.
She turned onto her front on the long seat and Dave rubbed his hands in the lotion and began to apply it to the sighing model.
"You have a nice touch."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
Gail purred like a kitten as Dave massaged the warming lotion into the middle of Gail's back, slowly working his way down her spine to the top of her rump.
Mark looked on, seething with jealousy, as Gail allowed the bastard to cup her ass cheeks under the bikini bottoms while she arched her back in approval.
"Do my front."
Gail rolled over again as Dave smeared more of the Ambre Solaire into the palms of his hands.
They locked eyes as he radiant brunette loosened her top to let him paw at her outstanding 36DD cup tits.
The sight of her being fondled and oiled up gave Mark an instant boner How he longed to be in Dave's shoes and finger and pinch those hard nipples that now stood out proud from Gail's heaving breasts.
"Lower," ordered Gail, and Dave ran his hands in a trail along her midriff to her panty line.
Both Mark, from his hiding place and Dave, could not fail to note Gail's protruding mons that was barely covered by the sheer material of her costume.
Gail deliberately parted her legs wider and Dave took this as an invitation to move in. As he caressed the insides of her thighs he brushed her pussy causing Gail to visibly twitch with arousal.
Dave fingered the sides if her bikini bottoms and slid both of his thumbs inside to her exposed muff. Together they dragged her panties down her legs so that Gail was now in the buff.
Dave leaned back to drink in her superb naked body and began to unbuckle the belt of his trousers.
Gail drew her legs up and hugged her knees as she saw him take out his erection and hold it up for her benefit.
Gail went up to the purser and slipped his upright pole between her slippery tits.
The oil coated his thick organ as she pushed her huge mammaries together to make one big tit.
The ample furrow was now used to fuck his dick, and as it thrust up out of her deep cleavage Gail greedily flicked out her snake like tongue at it.
The tightness of the tit tunnel Gail had made rolled back Dave's foreskin and she took the opportunity to gobble up the denuded cock head as she sandwiched his adorable shaft.
She paused to admire the shimmering rod in her face and unleashed his beast from the confines of her glorious boobs.
"I need a good seeing to. Oblige me."
Dave stood behind her with his arms around her and nuzzle her neck.
Then Gail went up onto her hands and knees on the lounger as Dave kicked off his trousers and underpants.
He rubbed his chin mindfully as he took in the explicit sight of the young model's pussy lips, pushing out from the divine gap of her cheeks and thighs. Still in his white shirt he came up behind her and slapped his rock hard cock on her backside as if it were a club.
Gail cooed and giggled as her greased up cunt opened easily to accept his long and hard prick.
Mark wanked his own erection furiously as he continued to watch Dave grip her by the hips and pump her hard and fast.
Gail made two fists as she was humped and shunted forwards by Dave's feverish thrusts.
He banged into her buttocks which rippled delightfully from the firm contact.
For the next three minutes Dave gave it to her non stop and Gail shrieked out her joy as his large balls slapped against her cheeks and inner thighs.
His cock felt like a bar of iron and deliriously happy she bucked back against his deep thrusts.
"Hold my tits!"
Dave grunted and cupped her swaying tits and held them high up on her ribcage.
Gail quite liked to have sex in the sun.
Something about having the heat beating down on her naked form made her turn into a horny slut who couldn't get enough.
His hands tightened on her ripe tits as he thrust up with deep and probing lunges.
In, pause, back, and in again.
Gail was pushed and pulled on his prodigious length much to her delight.
Mark had tears in his eyes as he looked on to see Dave pull out of Gail's pussy and shoot his cum all over her peach of an ass.
"Lovely. Rub it in, babe. It's good for my tan."
Mark splashed his palm as he too came and he wished it were he as he watched Dave rub more sun oil on Gail, mixed in with his sperm.
Lu Varley had her eye on the engineer from the minute she boarded the yacht.
The stacked twenty year old had rather fancied a young looking man in a one piece light blue overall.
The slender and tallish man had long hair down to his shoulders and a healthy tan.
She waited a day and then she made her move.
She had discovered the store room he kept his cleaning equipment in and waited outside the door as he rummaged around inside.
Lu had just come from a shoot and wore a string like bikini that was just about see through. As she waited she removed her costume and then made a light tap-tap-tap on the door.
Les appeared and Lu felt her heart skip a beat as she gazed into his dreamy green eyes. She put a hand on her left hip and thrust out her 42DD tits.
The curly haired blonde exuded sheer sexuality from every pore in her voluptuous body. His eyes nearly rolled out of his head as he glanced downwards from her feet up to her head and back down again in a carefully measured study of her desirable curves.
"What's up? Anything you want to do? Or are you just browsing? Touch me."
Les fixed his stare on her upper body and gulped hard.
He had never seen such a huge rack in the flesh. And what an expanse of flesh there was.
Lu wasted no time and grabbed his piece through his overalls.
"Well? I'm told this is the equipment room. Care to show me your rod?"
With her baby blue eyes flashing wickedly Les was bundled into the windowless eight by eight room amongst the paint tins, brushes and rollers.
He backed up, shuffling his shoes, until he made contact with the wall, and a tin of primer hit the floor.
"I want you. I want your cock. I want your cock right up inside my pussy."
Lu quickly unzipped the front of his overalls and pulled his grubby tee shirt up over his head.
With him stripped the lusty babe pressed her heavy chest to his and he gasped at the sensation of her mouth watering boobies against his body.
She clamped her hand to his stiffening cock and whispered in his ear.
"Want to suck my tits?"
Without waiting for an answer the busty beauty shoved her double fun bags into the fellow's face.
His unshaven chin made for a titillating friction on her sensitive tits as she jiggled them up and down, and his long hair dangled over the sides.
The engineer had no choice but to slather away else he thought he may well suffocate!
Even with his mouth wide open he had no chance of devouring such tits, simply dribbling spit all over.
His overalls were now at his feet as Lu stroked his hard on and ran her slender hands all over his tight ass.
"Let me be mother."
Lu went down as if taking an elevator and rocked on her haunches with the twitching member of Les in her mouth.
He groaned, she moaned, and the noise of the motor thrummed in their ears as Lu easily slid on his stiff boner with nodding motions of her head.
As his dick emerged it shone under the single naked light bulb above their heads.
Despite her young age she knew exactly what she was doing, licking the flared top with audible slathering noises, and then slowly running her tongue along the hot length to his balls.
"Fuck me, babe." She asked politely as she straightened up.
There was a distinct lack of room and so Les effortlessly lifted the squealing blonde precariously onto the paint stained sink.
He drove his rock hard length into her eager cunt and thrust up.
Her body glowed with her increasing desire and she rocked against his as he held her legs out wide by the ankles.
Les was as strong as an ox as he banged Lu like nobody's business.
Lu was up for a bit of rough and ready and uttered obscenities in his ear as his cock rammed up her to the hilt.
It was at that moment that the chef, Mark. passed the equipment room and heard the unmistakable sounds of two people in flagrante delicto.
He put his ear to the closed door and his cock shot up in his pants as he heard the shrill voice of one of The Sun girls being royally screwed.
"You're so good. babe. So good."
As fitting to his profession Les was like a well oiled piston, greased and hard, and relentless.
Lu reached up above her head as she teetered on the edge of the sink and tried to grip the wooden shelf.
In doing so a can of red paint toppled off and covered her breasts and belly.
Les eased up his strokes and smeared the paint into her tits leaving two great hand prints in his wake.
Lu giggled as she perceived her great tits in a new shade of crimson, the two erect nipples poking out from the slow trickle of paint.
Likewise Les was unaware that he had matching hand marks on his buttocks from Lu's hands as she drew him inside her more deeply.
A strong smell of paint, primer and white spirit filled Lu's nostrils and she thrilled to the animalistic aspect of the moment.
"Harder, I'm close."
Les whipped his long hair back and kneaded her paint splashed tits as he rammed in and out until the sweat ran down his back.
Lu screamed as her pussy started to pulsate with her orgasm which triggered Les to shoot his wad all over her belly.
Her panting body shone under the light bulb from the cum and paint and she licked her lips in total bliss.
Outside in the narrow corridor Mark was at end of his tether as he limped away with his boner cramping his walk.
x Debee and Samantha.
Debee Ashby was only sixteen when she first flashed her 37DD sized boobs for The Sun page three.
Within two short years the vivacious blonde bombshell had become a champagne swilling, night clubbing, low neckline swinging glamour puss.
She had grown up fast and had embraced the high life with enthusiasm and open legs.
In fact, her rapid rise to fame had only been eclipsed by those other iconic figures, the babacious Samantha Fox and Linda Lusardi.
So it was a dream come true when Debee was invited by Sam to be a part of the pleasure cruise in the Med.
It had been long rumoured that Sam Fox was about to come out. Either as bisexual or as a full on lesbian.
So it was not especially a surprise when she invited Debee to hang out in her sumptuous and spacious suite in the aft deck.
"Hello, love. Come in."
The door opened and the effervescent Samantha smiled broadly at Debee. Her hair was tied back and the iconic blonde was a vision of bangles, rings and boobs. Debee's eyes dropped to Sam's substantial bosom which moved freely under a loose white blouse.
"Isn't this brilliant!"
Sam pointed out the king size bed, flanked by magnolia and chrome finishing's. On the floor was a tufted beige carpet that contrasted with the modern style silk lined walls.
"There's no other suite on the yacht like this one."
Sam steered a wide eyed Debee to a sofa and they sat side by side with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"You know I could have picked anyone of the other girls but I chose you. Do you want to know why?"
"Sure," said Debee as she took a swig of her cool drink.
"You remind me of myself when I started out. And I like your tits."
"I wish I had tits like yours," said Debee wistfully.
"Hey now. You have very nice boobs."
"Maybe, but not as dramatic as yours."
Sam put a consoling arm around Debee and drew her closer.
Then Sam slid her other hand into Debee's lap and was delighted to note she moved her knees wider apart.
"Do you like girls?" Asked Sam as she turned Debee's face towards hers.
Without waiting for an answer Sam pressed her wet mouth to the wilting blonde and kissed her.
As Debee slipped her tongue between Samantha's trembling lips she moaned softly as her pussy was cupped and fondled.
"I think the answer is yes."
Sam's hand burrowed inside Debee's panties and used her slim fingers to enter her slippery slit.
Debee felt weak at the knees and a great rush of wet heat dampened her muff.
"I like girls a lot." Murmured Samantha in Debee's ear. "Let's get on the bed."
Sam led the way, shedding her flouncy top and jumping onto the bed naked.
Debee followed suit and stripped off and laid beside the bubbly blonde.
Between them they fondled and squeezed each others titanic boobs as they writhed in a tangle of limbs.
Sam's torpedo like tits had what seemed enormous nipples, virtually the entire front half of her actual breast. Whereas, Debee had two tiny nipples that were as hard as a stone.
Debee cooed in pleasure as her nipples were taken in turn to be sucked into Samantha's mouth.
She pushed one big boob up in front of her face and nibbled rabidly on it with hard white teeth.
"Touch me, darlin'" Said an aroused Sam who opened her legs wide.
Debee obliged and her hand slid down Sam's belly to her heated quim.
Sam's muffled moans grew louder as her slit was teased open and a finger dipped inside.
The novice lesbian moved her finger around and Sam just opened her legs wider and sighed softly.
Then Debee used her thumb to create pressure on Sam's clit and the famed ex glamour model began to get the initial feelings of her orgasm.
Sam's hips humped up off the bed as a welcome spasm went through her loins. Debee kept up her frigging as Sam squealed on her tits.
Then Debee withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue.
Sam laid flat on her back with splayed legs as the blue eyed blonde lapped heartily at her slit.
The diminutive model come pop star bucked like mad as Debee quickened her perfect oral assault and alternated from cunt to anus.
Sam beat on the bed with her balled fists as she peered down her body to gaze at the incredible sight of a mane of golden curls between her thighs.
She had chosen well as she erupted in a superb orgasm that had been building for so long.
Although exhausted Samantha rose up in order to pleasure Debee.
As Sam placed a hand under each of Debee's buttocks she drove her tongue between her inner folds.
Debee was beside herself as she was licked into ecstasy by her idol.
Sam's head bobbed up and down and her permed hair brushed the insides of Debee's thighs with a delightful tickle.
"Don't stop, feels so nice."
Sam moved to her left side and kneaded Debee's tits as she dry humped her loins with vigorous pelvic grinds.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" They both moaned as their saturated cunts mashed together in their sensuous mime of fucking.
Sam's left thigh circled Debee's and her boobs bounced against the others massive flesh pillows as they squirmed and bucked.
In their lust crazed enthusiasm they got precariously close to the edge of the bed and as they climaxed together they tumbled onto the plush carpet in a fit of giggles.
"I don't know about you, babe. But that was fucking amazing!"
It may be hard to believe but the popular tall and buxom glamour model, Donna Ewin, had never played the field as many might choose to think.
Of course, she attracted no end of wandering eyes and flirtatious moments, but she had only really experienced any sexual activity with her boyfriend.
True enough the curvy brunette had loved every minute her lover had pumped her pussy with his big cock, but the couple had acrimoniously split three months earlier.
Now deprived of a regular sex life Donna thought about nothing but sex all the time.
On the second night of the sea voyage Donna was propping up the bar and pouring her heart out to Mark as he served drinks and snacks from the other side.
He was a good listener and he could have stayed the whole night with Donna as she downed one drink after another.
Mark had never seen such well developed young ladies in his life and he found it considerably difficult to tear his eyes from Donna's enormous 32DD tits.
As she sat upon a bar stool she swept her mane of chestnut curls out over her white vest top, and her short black skirt showed off plenty of bared thigh as she crossed her legs.
Mark struggled to maintain a good posture as his throbbing dick strained in his trousers.
"I mean, I give the guy a good year out of my life and he runs of with some Welsh tart he barely knows. Really, am I not attractive?"
Donna leaned forwards and Mark actually put out his hands as if to catch a ball as her mammoth boobs threatened to spill out of her top.
As they spoke the chief steward named Chris stepped up behind Mark.
"Alright, Jones. Take a break."
Mark was reluctant to part company with Donna, and he lingered close by as he watched things unfold.
Donna, now slightly tipsy, had seen Chris once or twice as she has been photographed on deck, and it was only now that she realised how gorgeous he was.
He smiled delightfully as he cleaned glasses and then stacked them on hooks behind the bar.
Donna kept her eyes on his visible bulge in his trousers and she felt her knickers become decidedly moist with all her excitement.
The cocktails had definitely warmed her cockles and she came to the realisation that she needed a good shagging.
Donna feigned a dizzy spell and Chris reached out to steady her with a firm grip.
"I think the waves have made me a little light headed. Could you help me to sit somewhere?"
"Here. Mark! Watch the bar, would you?"
As Mark returned he watched the thirty year old crewman Chris hold Donna by her elbow and bring her around to the small room behind the bar. It was a tight squeeze and they came face to face and instinctively kissed.
Like two wild animals they clawed at each other as they embraced and their tongues darted in and out of each others mouths as if their lives depended on it.
"Yes! Touch me!"
As Donne implored Chris to ravish her Mark could clearly make out every word and every moan.
He cursed Chris. Just a few moments later it might have been him and Donna making out.
Chris now had Donna's top up to her neck as he caressed her full breasts with both hands.
The horny brunette purred happily and tilted her head up to allow the chief steward to lick and kiss her neck and collarbones.
With his hands full of tit flesh Donna fished inside his pants for his desired cock.
"Come here you."
Donna knelt at his feet and took the throbbing organ deep inside her wet mouth.
If there was one thing she loved it was the way a man felt between her pursed lips.
She pulled his foreskin back and his spongy crown seemed to double in size.
As she sucked she also swallowed and this process made Chris grab her head in pure bliss.
Suck, glug, suck, glug. Incredible stuff.
Then Donna pulled back and his dick fucked air for a few moments.
As her juices dripped down the insides of her thighs Chris searched inside her knickers for her hot treasure.
His fingers found her damp pussy and Donna went up on tiptoe as he probed and prodded her softness.
"Fuck me, you devil!"
Chris dropped his strides and spun Donna around to face the door.
In a swift motion he bent the grateful model at the waist and dragged her underwear clean off.
Then he pushed her shirt skirt over her backside and mounted her with a single thrust.
Donna flattened the palms of her hands on the surface of the door as Chris let her have it hard and fast.
She let out deep groans as he sunk inside her hot slot and banged against her bottom with loud slaps.
On the other side of the door, separated by only two inches of wood, Mark put his head in his hands and also groaned.
Donna's heated and lusty cries of pleasure filled his ears as she presumably was getting her brains fucked out.
As her excitement mounted so did her breathing which rasped in her throat.
Thrust after vigorous thrust from the fit Chris made Donna cream on his shaft, and when he reached around to frig her clit all the pent up frustration of recent months led to her achieving the most earth shattering orgasm.
The door threatened to collapse on the hinges and Mark pressed his back to it in a feeble attempt to experience the physical coupling just on the other side.
Donna spun round quickly and as Chris began to twitch she took his cock and jerked his cum into her waiting mouth.
As he spurted, her lips and chin glistened with the white sticky stuff.
Mark hugged the wall as the spent two emerged and left the bar.
He saw Donna's discarded knickers on the floor and silently stuffed them into his pocket.
"So, this is where you hang out."
Captain Philip stood at the front of the bridge gazing out to sea in his white suit and peaked cap.
He turned to see page three glamour puss Rachel Garley in a one piece bathing costume.
"Morning." He said curtly at the leggy model who stared into his eyes.
She casually put her hand on his shoulder as she sidled up beside him and pointed out to sea.
"Nice view, so blue don't you think?"
They both viewed the clear sea across the bow and Rachel pressed her side to the Captain's.
The bridge of the vessel was surprisingly small and offered precious little space as he showed off the array of radios, autopilot controls and various gauges.
"So the yacht is sailing by itself?" Rachel asked in all innocence.
"In a sense at this moment we're sailing hands free."
This was perfect for Rachel who had the hots for the skipper.
She had always had a thing for a man in uniform, and in particular a nautical type as he.
She took his hat and plonked it on her head playfully as he continued.
"There are basically three operations in the wheelhouse. Piloting, navigating, and boat handling."
"I'd love to handle your vessel, Captain."
Rachel went on tiptoe to kiss the straight backed fellow and cupped his considerable bulge in his neatly ironed trousers.
"I think we have full mast."
The Captain visibly shook as his fly was unzipped and his cock drawn out.
Rachel was hugely impressed as he held his erection aloft.
"Well, everything appears to be above board and shipshape."
Philip grimaced at her joke and then gasped as his foreskin was peeled back and his bell end was enveloped by two shiny lips.
In a fantastic display of cock sucking Rachel proceeded to lick around the huge glans a well as paint the entire rigid shaft with her wriggling tongue.
"Ahoy! All hands on dick!"
Rachel was having a ball as she passed his scrummy cock past her yielding lips and salivated lustfully.
Her head heaved to and fro as she engulfed his hose with groans and whimpers of delight.
Wonderful vibrations coursed through his shaft and he yearned to bury his boner in the desirable woman.
"Battle stations!" Cried she as her costume puddled around her bare feet. "Care to weigh anchor?"
Rachel raised the wide brimmed hat further back on he head and climbed onto the Captain's lap and straddled his pulsing knob.
Their eyes locked on each others as she slowly lowered herself down on his upstanding pole.
The Captain was highly impressed as he gazed down to see her cunt lips part and his white column gradually push up in.
Gripping his shoulders Rachel sighed as his cock swelled inside her thanks to her gradual impalation. As her pussy grew more and more lubed up so she accepted more and more of him onto her sodden twat.
Philip grabbed hold of her pert ass and aided her strokes as she gyrated on his solid cock.
As they humped and humped Mark climbed the steep stairs with the Captain's afternoon cup of hot tea.
Half way up he heard the rather unexpected sounds of his skipper emanating lusty cries of pleasure.
He peered up the metal steps and was stunned to see a very naked Rachel Garley impaled on the Captain, her bottom rippling and her pussy dripping. Philip had his mouth wide open as if in a silent scream as his cock vanished up inside Rachel's love hole.
Rachel leaned forward which made the cap tip off and as she dug her toes in the skipper erupted into her foaming quim.
Mark quietly descended the steps in a filthy mood and swore under his breath.
End of part one. In part two we have the final night orgy, with a twist.