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Moonlite Sailing
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-= Moonlite Sail =-
He waited nervously at the dock gate. The fog was just lifting
on the bay when he heard a car approach. This was the perfect
date he thought. Ever since Moon and he had first met at the
Marina Green he had thought of taking her for a sail. She had so
liked his pictures of Yosemite. Easy and natural she was, fun
and full of life. Her short blond hair cut close to her head
framing her sweet face, accenting her deep blue eyes. He could
feel the ache in his groin just remembering their first
encounter. How sweetly she had sucked his cock, stroked his
balls and teased his puckered anus. Her fingers were magic. How
she rode his stiff prick astride him in the chair. The way her
tight hole held his cock, slowly squeezing it till he could hold
back no longer. The almost painful agony of his coming. His hot
seed shooting into her belly. How she had collapsed against him,
spent and warm as they hugged and drifted.
The bulged in his pants made him feel uncomfortable. Quickly
shoving his hand into the top of his pants he moved his cock so
it lay flat against his belly. Maybe she won't notice he thought
as he heard the car door slam. Sailing clothes are baggy he
thought she'll never notice.
"Shaw, is that you?" Her voice drifted over the still of the
early morning. "Over here . . . gate three" She strode swiftly
crossed the lot and onto the dock.
"Good to see you again . . . what's in the duffle?"
"Cheese, wine . . . red of course and some bread and other
goodies"
"Great, lets get going . . . I thought we could sail up the
coast, maybe to Bodega Bay"
"Oh that sounds great" Taking her bag he held the gate for her
to pass. It was a chartered boat, his was too personal to share
at this early a stage, besides it was in for the annual bottom
scrapping and repairs.
It was a thirty eight footer, a cross between a cruiser and a
racer. She could make good time under full sail, yet had all the
amenities of a curser.
"Put your stuff down below while I warm up the engine and get
ready to cast off" Clambering down the hatch into the cabin she
was surprised at how much room there was. "Where should I put my
bag?" "To the right of the stairs . . . on the double bed" She
pulled back the small door to reveal a king size double bed
tucked under the aft of the boat. A small port hole in the stern
illuminated the cramped quarters. How cozy she thought, she
could see their naked bodies entwined in this warm nest. Her
thoughts drifted back to their first date on the Marina Green.
How she had lusted at the sight of his ass in those tight jeans.
They way the clung to him, the bulge in his crotch. She could
feel the warmth between her legs starting again. How she had
adored his hard prick. Sucking it, and finally sitting on his
lap, feeling it inside her. What was it about this gentle man
that made her lust so?
"Hey . . . what are you doing down there, I need you to cast off"
His voice snapping her back to the present.
"Ah . . . be right there", she said, taking a deep breath and
dropping the bag on the bunk. God if I were a man I would have
one embarrassing hardon right now. Not that her clit already
wasn't starting to buzz.
"Get the bow lines and I'll back her out"
Back her out she thought, do sailors really know how erotic their
language is? Maybe that's why the call their boats she.
"Aye, aye captain!" Tossing the lines onto the dock she waved
all clear as he slipped it into reverse. The diesel chugged slow
and sure as he eased her out into the channel.
He liked this boat, roller reefed jib, and all lines aft. He
could single hand her if need be, but today he had all the crew
he needed or wanted.
Clearing the jetty the breeze was sure and strong. He had check
the tide table and they would be able to ride the ebb right out
through the gate. Setting the main and jib the boat healed
gently to starboard. Reaching down to kill the engine he glanced
at Moon sitting on the lee side of the cockpit. Cockpit, he
thought, one in one.
Ten minutes out the sun burned through the haze and the sky
turned a deep California blue. The towers of the Golden Gate
loomed straight ahead.
"So how about some of that fine red wine?"
"I don't know Shawn should you drink and drive?"
"Fetch me a glass first mate before you drive me to drink"
"And what will the captain do if I don't?"
"That my dear is a keel hauling offense"
"Well in that case I'd better get below and pop the cork"
"Aye now your talking"
Moon carefully backed down the stairs into the cabin. Surveying
the spacious layout she noticed the bunks under the bow. There
was a notch in the center, hummm this has possibilities.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Ah, looking for the cork screw"
"In the drawer to the left of the sink"
"OK, I got it" Quickly she worked the cork puller into the neck
of the bottle.
"Where are the wine glasses?"
"In the drawer under the one you found the cork puller in"
Coming back up on deck she handed him a glass and proceeded to
fill it with the dark red wine. Slipping down on the cockpit
seat she leaned back against the cabin. Protected by the dodger
she slowly sipped her wine. The warm red liquid spread warm
through her like the first full kisses of Shawn on their first
date. Gazing at him there at the helm she remembered how his
tongue had entered her mouth, slow probing and sure.
"How you doing", his voice brought her back.
"Just fine . . . drinking it all in . . . the Golden Gate
beautiful from the water"
"Yea . . . never ceases to amaze me every time I sail under it.
I always wonder what the first explorers thought when they sailed
in to the bay for the first time."
She took another sip of her wine and studied him. Strong and
secure at the helm. Guiding his craft out into the open sea.
Yes, he was a commanding sight. The itch between her legs
returned as she remembered there first coupling on that straight
backed chair. How she had straddled him, his cock driving deep
into her. How she had bucked uncontrollably, the feeling that
had swept her body. There was something terribly erotic about a
women opening her legs and sitting astride the rigid cock of her
lover. The deepness of the penetration, the intimacy of the face
to face contact. She could feel her nipples growing hard just
remembering it.
"How do you like the ride so far?", his voice deep and
commanding.
"Just fine . . . something earthy and primeval about the motion
of a boat over the water . . . especially a boat under sail"
"I know what you mean, it all just slips away out here. The
pressures and demands." Slips away, yes like a long an slow
fuck. It was the only other thing he could compare it too. Not
the way she had taken him on the chair, hurried and urgent with
hot animal lust flowing in her veins. But slow and measured like
the timeless rhythm of the sea. After all we all came from the
sea, at least that is what the theorists of evolution would have
us believe. So it seemed only natural to him that the sea would
appeal at such a basic level.
"Yes it just seems to creep into your every pore and undo all the
knots" Her eyes drifted lazily with the warmth of the wine. She
wondered if he could tell how hard her nipples were. If they
were giving themselves away through the loose sweats she was
wearing?
The sun broke through the clouds just as they passed under the
bridge. It felt good on her face. The wine in her belly, the
last coolness of the morning fog turning into a soft welcome
warmth.
"Looks like we'll have a nice sunny day for the run up the coast"
"Yes, maybe I can get some sun?"
"If it keeps up it should be the best day of the season so far"
"Great . . . I brought my new suit . . . promise not to tease me
about my old tan lines?"
"Hey, I never tease!"
"Right and the bear never . . . "
"I know, just relax!"
The wine had made her sleepy as she drifted with the slow roll of
the boat. The waves moving against the hull made her think back
to the slow roll of the orgasms she had felt flow through her as
his strong hands guided her over his rigid cock. Like the bow of
a boat churning through the open sea she had ridden him, broken
only by the white spray of orgasm as is swept her body.
"You look tired?"
"Well I didn't sleep well last night"
"Why not?"
"I don't know . . . thinking about work I guess" What a bald
face lie, thinking about their fucking again was what it was.
Her clit erect and hot. Her fingers stroking it till the
contractions gripped her body and her sex ran warm and wet. Only
to drift into dreams of their love making. To awaken, moist,
hot, and needing. Needing the feel of him moving inside her.
Thrusting deep into her, spreading her legs for him, gripping his
well muscled ass, pulling him deeper into her hot liquid core.
Again and again the cycle repeated till the alarm had broken her
last restless sleep. Had he had the same night? Had he
continually been awakened by his hard throbbing prick. Stirring
him from his sleep, slowly stroking it, thinking of her till it
spewed form his hot seed. Then drifting back into the scarlet
world of his dreams.
The fullness in the groin pressed its way into her consciousness.
"Where is the head", she asked, feeling the fullness of her
bladder. Those four cups of coffee she had used to revive her
tired body had suddenly made their presence known.
"At the bottom of the stairs, turn right and back behind the
door. Turn the knob to open, once your done use the pump and
flush the bowel, turn it back to closed, then pump it dry."
"Ok, I think I can handle that"
She backed down the stairs and found the door. It was a small
space just enough room to sit with your knees just off the
bulkhead in front of you. To the left and farther back was the
shower. A small space with the shower head mounted on the inner
vertical wall. The outer wall curving up from the floor matching
the outer line of the hull. On the floor was a teak wood grate
under which was the drain.
She pulled down her grey seat pants, shorts and lavender string
bikini panties. Spreading her legs slightly to clear the wall in
front of her she relaxed and let the warm stream flow from her
body. Often she had intentionally let her bladder fill till she
could feel a slight fullness before making love. It heightened
her sense of fullness as she felt her lovers cock move within
her.
The warm stream of urine spilled from her as she felt the
delicious relief, her nose drinking in the mixed scents of her
open flowing sex. She could still feel the hardness of her clit.
The fullness of her vaginal lips, engorged and heavy from her
erotic thoughts.
The boat tipped to port as Shawn adjusted his tack to better
catch the new found wind. Bracing herself against the cabin wall
she caught herself with her hands, then almost without thinking
she lifted her legs, bracing herself with her legs. She leaned
back against the pull of gravity as the boat healed more into the
wind. Here she sat, her feet on the cabin wall, caught in the
tangle of clothes, her knees thrust apart. She could feel the
cool air on her clitoris. It throbbed as she closed her eyes to
focus her senses. Her hands moved without command to the insides
of her knees. Their warm touch sent a shudder through her, as
they slid down her inner thighs. Her thumbs and forefingers
joined to circle her engorged lips. Could she really be this
horny? She began to squeeze slow and gently to the rhythm of the
waves on the hull. Her nipples were hard, straining against the
soft cotton of her bra. She wanted to free them, let them feel
the cool air. But her hands were locked on her groin. Faster,
slower, matching each lurch and roll of the boat. Her clit
burned, her index fingers sliding through the slippery outer
folds of her. Tracing the base of her erect little penis.
Circling, teasing, pulling back the hood, letting the cold air
play a crossed its inflamed and angry tip. Never quite touching
it, ever so close yet never brushing the tip. What delicious
heaven, she thought, her cunt open, hot and dripping with her own
warm honey. Slowly she open the folds of her bright red lips,
her fingers gently pulling the flesh aside. Exposed, she could
feel her juices oozing from her open hole. Her fingers gently
pulling back on the hood of her now hard clit. She needed to
feel something inside, his cock, his beautiful rigid hard cock,
slipping deep into her. Her finger slipped into her waiting
hole. Slick and easy it went, just the one, then two, then
three, yes . . . there but still not his cock. She needed him,
thrusting between her out stretch legs, taking her, deep, hard,
slow and warm. The thumb and forefinger of her other hand closed
gently on the base of her clit. Gently gripping it she stroked
it slowly in time with the fingers slipping in and out of her.
It was hard and erect, each slow stroke brought another wave of
warmth to her shaking thighs.
"Yes . . . fuck me! . . . Yes!" her muffled cries tore from her
clenched teeth. Her fingers jammed deep to the knuckle as she
urged herself closer to release. Thumb and forefinger milking
her clit. Harder then she had ever remembered it, the slow
rolling waves of heat and pleasure spreading crossed her thighs.
Her anus puckered with each new wave of pleasure as the warm
spread crossed her body.
"Oh . . . Yes . . . my sweet Shawn", her body tensed as the final
spasm wrenched her into one tight tingling bundle of nerves.
Slowly, slowly, drifting back, her fingers falling limp, slipping
from her slippery cunt. A warm glow covered her body, spread
through every pore. She drifted.
"Hey . . . are you alright down there?", his distant and urgent
as she drifted slowly back to earth.
"Are you sea sick?"
"Fine . . . just fine", she stammered trying not to give herself
away.
"Ok, I was getting worried . . . thought maybe the wine and the
sea was getting to you"
"I'll be up in a minute . . . you know how we women are . . .
always takes us longer then you guys"
Quickly wiping herself and pumping the head dry she pulled up her
pants.
He could see her face was flushed as she made her way back on
deck.
"Sure you're all right?"
"Fine, just primping . . . you know"
"Ok, just come overhear and sit next to me for a while . . .
enjoy the sun and this glorious day."
"A little more wine my dear?", she panned a slight expression as
she help up the bottle.
"Sure, filler up", yes fill her up she thought.
"Now sit down here and snuggle up to the old captain and we'll be
in Bodega Bay in no time."
Slipping into the crook of his arm she rested her head against
his chest. The sun warming her face as she drifted, feeling the
easy slow roll of the sea. Sleep at last, peacefully warm sleep,
to drift in the shelter of his warm loving arms. And the weekend
was but a few hours old.
"Wake up", his voice was gentle and sure.
"My arm has fallen asleep . . . here you take the wheel"
Slowly extracting himself from her sleeping body, he stood and
stretched in the warm light.
"I am going below to change . . . want to get some sun while the
day is still young"
He guided her hands to the large wheel and gave instructions on
how to keep the boat on course and headed into the wind. Before
she could protest or question him he was headed down the stairs
to the cabin.
She could see him moving to the far end of the cabin towards the
forward set of bunks up under the bow. The wind had died away to
a slight breeze, just enough to keep the sails full and the boat
gently moving along.
He opened the top drawer and removed a couple of large beach
towels, his trunks and a large bottle of sun tan oil. It was one
of those tropical blends that make you smell like a ripe
pineapple. He was careful to keep his back to her as he stripped
off his shirt and pants. His cock standing half erect, he didn't
want her to see. Some how this embarrassed him although there
was nothing embarrassing about the passionate love making on his
apartment chair. He quickly stepped into his speedo trunks and
slid them on, careful to tie the draw string at the waste,
although he wasn't sure why.
Moon drank in the view. The well toned muscles of his back
rippled as the shirt slid effortlessly over his head. His
fingers hooked in the waste of his pants quickly whipped then to
his feet. A brief glimpse of his balls as he bent to pick them
up and fold them neatly on the bunk. How she loved his body, the
body of a swimmer. Tight ass and broad shoulders with soft
powerful muscles. Her eyes drawn to his pale white ass as he
slipped on his suite. Why was it that all swimmers had such
tight asses? She could see his hands working at the front of his
tight fitting trunks, just one other thing she liked about
swimmers, there tiny clingy suites and the way the filled them.
Shawn grabbed the towels and sun tan oil and headed back out on
deck.
"How you doing captain?"
"Fine . . . though it is getting warm, maybe I should get out of
these sweats"
"Sounds good to me . . . hold on to the wheel there and I give
you a hand in just a sec."
Sitting down behind her as she stood steering the boat he studied
her well form rear.
"What are you wearing under you sweats?" Nothing I wish, she
thought.
"I got my shorts and a tank top on"
"Good" With that his hands slipped inside the waste band and
pealed the pants down crossed her rump. She felt a shiver go up
her spine as he touched her.
"Now lift your left foot . . . there . . . now your right" He
tossed the pants through the open cabin door. The warm breeze
swirling round her legs. She wondered if her shorts were wet?
If he could smell the musty odor of her sex?
"Now let me get the top . . . steady . . . steady" Standing
behind her he quickly pulled the sweatshirt over her head and
sent it flying the same as her pants. Sinking back down on the
he studied her.
The sun felt warm on her shoulders as she cocked her head back
and shook her head, feeling her hair fall into place. It was cut
short, the way she liked it. No muss no fuss, just wash and let
air dry. No curlers, no tangles messes to comb out.
"Lavender must be your color"
"Why do you say that Shawn?", a broad grin lighting her face.
"Lavender shorts, lavender top, lavender panties" How did he
know the color of her panties? Were they hanging out?
"And what makes you think my panties are lavender?"
"Well they are aren't they?"
"Yes . . . but how did you know?"
"Just instinct I guess . . . besides the ones you wore or left
behind at my place were" So that's where they went, she had been
too embarrassed to call and ask him after she go home.
"And I suppose you have them mounted like one of your pictures?"
"Well now that you mention it . . . "
"Hey I was just kidding"
"Well you are a picture you know"
He studied her. The muscles flexing in her thighs as she stood
on tip toe to see over the bow as it lifted with the swell. Her
tank top molded to her chest. He could make out the small bumps
of her nipples pressed against her bra. The lack of a tell tale
bump on her spine told him it opened from the front. His
favorite, one flick of his fingers and it would as if by magic
disappear leaving then proud and ready for his warm wet mouth.
Her ass was smooth under her shorts, no visible panty line. He
could only imagine how that was.
"Where are we", she asked.
"Oh about ten miles out"
"I don't see anything but ocean and more ocean"
"Well that's all there is out here except us and the boat"
Settling back on his towel he leaned against the cabin and opened
his bottle of tanning oil. Squeezing it into his hand the fresh
fruit smell filling his nose as the clear liquid warmed to his
touch. Smoothing it crossed his chest and shoulders he glistened
in the afternoon sun.
Moon watched his ritual oiling and thought of how wonderful he
looked. His body glistening like a bronze god. She thought how
good it would feel to oil his body, caress it, spill the warm
pungent oil on his chest and watch it trickle slowly down to his
navel. To pool there for a moment before spreading down into the
thick mat of hair at the base of his cock. How it would feel to
slip her fingers into his trunks, encircle it and rub the
glistening liquid into his rigid member.
"So what are YOU looking at" His words startled her.
"YOU of course!" She shot back.
Her was rubbing the last of the oil crossed his stomach. He
could feel the hot sun through his trunks warming his cock like
her warm mouth. He stared into her eyes. They burned like hot
coals, as his fingers found the knot of the drawstring. Slowly
he rolled the top of his trunks down and the little white knot
flopped out. Like a little white bow tie against the dark blue
of his suite.
"What should I do now Captain?" His words plain and simple.
"What do you mean?"
"You have the helm, you must be the Captain, the Captain gives
the orders" Her mind realed. Here was this gorgeous bronzed man
of her dreams asking her what to do. She was startled by the
thought. She had been the reeled, the conquered, the instructed,
the submissive. What kind of a man was this that was so
confident in himself that her gave her control? Slowly at first
she thought.
"Spread you legs"
"Yes Captain" The sound of his voice, hushed and submissive
seemed strange. She could see his erection growing, pressing up
against the underside of the drawstring.
"Unite the drawstring"
"Yes Captain" His hands slowly pulling the knot undone as she
notice the dark wet spot where the head of his cock lay hidden.
Slowly at first just the red tip then the mushroom head popped
free of the waistband.
"Put you hands inside your trunks and hold your balls" The words
sprang from her lips before she could think. They were here
hands reaching inside, cupping and feeling the tight wrinkled
skin of his scrotum.
"Pull down your trunks I want to see all of you" His stood and
the wisp of nylon slid down his thighs. She gazed full and long
at him. The bright light of day revealing a magnificent male
animal. Her heart pounded, she could feel her own sex beginning
to swell. Her juices starting to flow.
"Come forward, stand in front of me" Shawn obeyed, and stood
proudly before her. Moon's eyes caressed his body, stopping at
his now erect penis.
"Oil, cover it with oil and stroke it slowly"
"Yes Captain" Low and direct came his reply. She could feel her
own wetness now. Her nipples swelling in her bra, her hands
gripping the wheel, knuckles white as her hands squeezed the
smooth metal. She could sense his closeness to ejaculation.
"Enough, remove my shorts"
"Yes Captain"
His penis standing straight from his body, suspended in the warm
sun. Shinning slick as if it has just left her body. She closed
her eyes as he stepped behind her. His fingers slipping inside
the elastic band of her shorts. They paused and probed her lower
front belly.
"I said take them off . . . not play with me" His fingers
quickly retreated to the elastic part of her shorts as he slowly
peeled them down crossed the firm flesh of her rump. There were
no panties here . . . wait a thin lavender strip of fabric
disappeared into the tight crack of her ass. He knew in an
instant what it was and why there were no panty lines. A
g-string, just a patch of cloth in the front and none in the
back.
She felt the slow descent of her shorts, the warm sun on her ass.
Her sex was a ripe fruit, oozing juice. He had to know, smell
her musky odor.
"Now the top"
His fingers hooked the top and peeled it effortlessly over her
head. Her lavender bra clinging tightly to her fully aroused
breasts.
"Set then free", she gasped hardly able to stand, only her grip
on the wheel kept her upright. His fingers quickly found the
clasp. The light bra exploded from her flesh as her breasts fell
free in the warm summer sun. As if a heavy weight had been
lifted from her, arching her back, head thrown back she drew a
deep and long breath.
"Now oil, oil my body, anoint me my greek god . . . prepare your
temple where you are about to worship"
"Yes Captain"
Moons head slumped forward, legs spread, Shawn poured the warm
oil crossed her shoulders. The warm river ran down her back till
it pooled at the base of her spine and slowly dribbled into the
tight cleft of her ass. His hands slowly massaging the pungent
liquid into her body. His hands warm and soft, never leaving her
skin. Slipping under her arms to cup and caress each breast.
Her areolas dark, the skin taught and wrinkled. Her nipples
erect, more then firm hard, rock hard. Dam she thought, could
this be real? The head of his hard penis touching the crack of
her ass assured it was.
His hands slipped low down her back, stopping and kneading that
special spot at the base of her spine. Her legs shook, she was
week as she felt her wetness spreading through the tiny lavender
patch of cloth. His hands worked the cheeks of he ass, probing
the depths of her. Tracing the tight groove down crossed her
tail bone till the tip of his finger rested on her tight puckered
anus.
God, would he, she never had, no she didn't care. His hands were
a magic carpet ride. The boat moved, he moved, she moved. It
was all one, the sun, the sea air, the fluid passion flowed from
his fingers, dripped from her.
"The rest . . . take the rest" she couldn't say more as his hand
slipped down her ass again. Lower this time, passed her tight
back door, lower, his arm pressed in to her back side spreading
her ass, slipping down the grove, his fingers rising up in front
sliding up each side of her swollen slit, missing her clit and
curling over the top front of her g-string.
"Yes . . . .Yes . . . Get it off" The words choked from her
mouth as she felt him tense and it was gone. One yank and he had
ripped it from her body. She felt the gentle breeze on her sex.
"Give me your cock . . . let me feel that steel shaft between my
legs." She thrust her ass back against him as she felt his rigid
cock slip between her legs. Her head hung down as she stared at
the bulbous head nestled in the soft hair between her legs. She
clamped her thighs shut on his hardness. Her knees growing
weaker as she slumped back against him. Shawn sank down onto the
seat behind the wheel. His prick locked between her thighs.
Moon squirmed pulled on the wheel and rose up slightly. Shawn
hands pulling on the insides of her knees spreading her legs.
She hung there for an instant while his one hand slipped under
her and grasped his cock. Pulling it back she felt it pressing
into her and she rose up just enough.
"There . . . there . . . " The words torn from deep in her
throat, as she felt it settle into the depression, that place she
knew so well. Her socket, the place a cock came to rest just
before it.
"God . . . " She was cut short as she felt the bulbous head pop
inside. How she loved that feeling, the tension, pressure, and
then . . . boink and it was in. Shawn's hands cupped her breasts
as she eased down onto the full length of his shaft. It was a
magnificent cock as cocks go. Just thick enough to fill her
tight and longer then average to fill her up when she sat on him.
Shawn's hands slipped down from her breasts in to the v of her
legs. Slowly they pulled her thighs back, spreading her legs
wide. She could feel his fingers probing the oily ticket of hair
between her legs. Soft and gentle the pulled till they had
opened her, pulling the engorged lips back. Her head hung down
between her shoulders as she gazed at her self. His cock, purple
vein slick and shinny disappearing into her. Her hard little
clit red and erect. The warm sun encompassing it, like a warm
hot mouth. She could feel and see the twitching of her own
twitching red bundle of nerves.
Transfixed she stared at it. The slow rolling wave of orgasm
spreading crossed her thighs, up her back and down her legs. The
heat of the sun like a hot mouth had pushed her over the top.
Open and raw, Shawn's fingers had laid her bare. She could see
the lips of her sex gently sucking him, pulling, pleading for it,
urging it deeper. The slow spasmodic rolls of lips transfixed
her stare.
She had never understood the crotch shots in the mens magazines,
yet she sat transfixed staring at her own. The sight of it
swallowing him, slowly sucking him. Her hard, upright clitoris
exposed and warmed by the sun. The warm rolling orgasms washing
over her. She would never again be able to look at one of those
crotch shot pictures and not see his cock in her. Feel him
twitch inside her body. Know the fullness she felt now.
Shawn's fingers slowly circled the base of her clit. Then, using
just the nail of his middle finger, slowly he scrapped the
engorged head of her clit. Shock waves convulsed her body as she
felt his hot breath on her back.
"Fuck me . . . the Captain orders you . . . ", her words strained
and broken.
"Fuck me with your cock . . . fuck the Captain . . . fuck her my
magnificent one!", Moon rocked her hips as she felt his cock
pressing deep in her belly. Shawn's hands moved under her ass,
lifting and spreading her cheeks. Moon pulled at the wheel
lifting herself up. Shawn road her up off the seat. Her breasts
hung from her chest, nipples hard, shimmering in the sun.
Nipples hard as the warm air caressed them like a warm and loving
mouth.
His hands holding her waist as he slowly withdrew his quivering
prick. Moon tightened her cunt, holding him till she felt just
the head trapped my her contractions. Slowly he drove deep back
inside her. On tip toe she stood arching her back, spreading her
legs wider to receive all that he could deliver. Slow and deep
he slid into her waiting cavity, warm . . . moist and hot.
Moon could feel the head pressing her cervix, moving within her
gut, pushing, probing fucking her.
She wanted him, wanted to feel him explode in her, shoot his hot
seed into her, feel his cock twitch with each successive spurt.
"Fuck me . . . shove your prick into me . . . take me . . . use
me", the words tore from her lips as she rammed her ass onto his
weapon. She could feel the heat of him as he pressed into her
hungry cunt. As he pulled her onto his shaft and held her there,
the heat from his body teased her tight anus. Her oily cheeks
splayed open as he took her.
His long velvet strokes brought wave after rolling wave of heat
to her thighs and back. His balls slapped her hard clit with
each stroke, adding their own special touch. She knew he was
near, near to loosing it, spewing his hot seed into her waiting,
wanting hole.
"Shawn, cum for me, cum in my tight cunt, let me feel your hot
cum . . . yes . . . yes . . . please!"
Shawn drove deeper into her upturned ass. His hands pulling her
back, impaling her on his engorged tool. The tightness in his
balls telling him he could hold back no longer. Like a hot
needle it boiled up from his balls and shot through his prick.
"Moon . . . yes . . . my sweet loving Moon . . . Ahhhhhhhhhh!",
his words lost in the throttled groans of the first ejaculation.
Buried inside her he felt the first hot spurt of his cum shoot
into her. Holding her hips, pressing deep and tight into her, as
her vaginal muscles contracted around him. Milking the cum from
his shuddering sword. His hands gripping her hard, fusing her to
him. Another, then another, she felt him shoot into her.
"Yes . . . yes, my sweet fucking Shawn . . . love me . . . love
all of me . . . give me you seed.", her words searing his ears as
he pumped his hot cum into her behind. Her legs quivering and
straining with each new movement.
"Moon . . . for you my love . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", his
voice in orgasmic agony trailing off to a low hiss as the last of
him poured into her. Shawn's eyes closed as he started to sink
back down onto the seat. Moon pushed back, not wanting to feel
him slip from her as they collapsed onto the cockpit seat. The
wind dying with his cock, her feet rasing up to rest on the
spokes of the wheel as the warm sun and sea engulfed them.
"Moon . . . oh Moon . . . ", his words distant and warm. Shawn's
hands cupping her breasts, holding them gently as the boat rocked
in the Pacific swells. Her eyes rolled shut as she savored his
shrinking cock. Hot and slick they lay, her legs spread in
vulgar repose, his cock still in her, drifting . . . drifting
into sweet warm sleep.
She could feel his penis shrinking inside her. Slipping slowly
from her body till the groove under the head was caught by her
tight entrance. She bore down clamping the little ring of muscle
tighter. Her fingers slipped down her belly, slick with oil and
sweat. She ached that deep sweet ache she always felt after
being penetrated. Gently she stroked the wet lips of her sex.
The oily hairs glistening in the sun. Parting the lips once
again she felt the sun surround her clitoris like a warm mouth.
She slipped a finger lower till she could feel the place where he
entered her. The large vein on the underside of him pulsed
slowly as her finger slid over the smooth round surface. She
imagined it in her mouth.
Her tongue swirling round the head, teasing the tiny slit at the
end. How she would nibble it with her teeth, plant tiny kisses
along the underside of the shaft, sinking lower and lower till
her nose nuzzled the soft skin of his balls. How she would guide
them to her lips, kiss them with wet little kisses, lick them
with her tongue and finally suck them gently into her mouth.
Holding them there as the skin shriveled up tight round one and
then the other. Feeling the heat on her face as the blood rushed
back into his flaccid penis.
Popping free his penis pitched forward and disappeared. She felt
the sun on her inner lips as for a moment her hole seemed to
pause, shudder, then slowly close. She felt empty, then the slow
warm flood of cum dribbling crossed her puckered anus and into
the dark thicket of hair on his belly.
Springing to her feet Moon grabbed the towel and dropped it in a
heap on the deck between his outstretched legs. She eyed him for
a moment. His body lean and tan. The whiteness of his skin
above his cock seemed to make the patch of dark curly hair
between his legs that much more appealing. Slowly sinking to her
knees she felt the last of their mixed juices dribbling down her
leg.
She downed the last of the wine from her glass. Its warm fingers
curled into her belly, spreading a warm glow crossed her belly
and chest. She could feel her nipples harden again, red wine . .
. enough red wine always made them hard. Her hands gripped his
thighs gently pulling him forward till his balls dangled over the
edge. A small clear drop emerged from the tiny slit at the end
of his cock.
Gently she took his penis in her hand. It was slick and warm as
she lowered her head, her tongue stretched out to the tiny clear
drop. It burst like a bubble crossed her tongue, her warm breath
rushing from her gaping mouth as the first salty sensations of
his taste crept into her mind. How wonderful this taste,
primitive and virile. Her own tiny penis responded in kind,
twitching nervously as her other hand gently cupped his heavy
scrotal sack.
She pushed the penis back till it lay limp crossed the dark
thicket of hair that reached down from his belly button. Lightly
she kiss the under side of the head. Delicate little kisses,
once, twice . . . again and again. Dry cool little tightly
puckered kisses . . . the way one kisses your forehead.
Rolling his oil slick balls in her hand like the two chrome
ben-wa balls she kept in the black velvet sack in her night
stand. Curious these organs, these most intimate of male things.
How trusting she thought, as he lay motionless exposed and
vulnerable. Was this the ultimate display of trust, letting her
hold him there? The place were he was most vulnerable, those
precious mysterious things . . . his sperm makers. She could
feel the tangle of tubes at the top of each one, the passage it
took deep into his body, only to merged and exit at the tiny slit
where her tongue had first tasted him.
Her lips were full and wet on him. Like she was biting a juicy
peach they parted as her tongue traced the groove under the thick
cap of flesh. Turning her head slightly she slid her parted lips
down the long shaft . . . straddling the vein that had pumped the
blood into his magnificent weapon. His thick pubic hair tickling
her nose as she reached the base.
Her mouth opened as her hand lifted up his balls. Serving them
up to her hungry waiting mouth. Slowly . . . slowly she sucked
them in . . . first one then the other. Her other hand slowly
stroking him, her thumb riding the underbelly till it would catch
in the small v under the cap.
The loose skin of his balls shriveled inside her mouth as she
felt him stir. The vein under her thumb pulsed as the blood
began to pour back into him. "Now", she thought, "before its too
big, before I can't get it in." Her tongue circled the
wash-board skin of his tight balls once more before gently
letting them slip free.
Moving the cock towards her, she drew a deep breath and descended
till her lips rested on the very tip of the head. Then, slowly
like his first penetration of her, her lips parted as she pressed
down filling her mouth with him. Shawn groaned low and soft as
she felt the great head at the back of her throat. Rising
slightly she lowered her head. Nostrils flaring as she pulled in
another deep breath. Her mouth opening wide as she pushed down
feeling the head slip deeper into her. She wanted him, to take
all of him, feel his hard strong prick down her.
Suddenly the resistance was gone and he was slipping into her.
Her lips pulled at him as she drove him down her throat. She
could feel the dark hair on her lips as she reached the base.
The hand on his balls squeezed gently as she felt it swell within
her. Slowly withdrawing the fleshy rod slipped smoothly back up
her throat. Stopping only when she felt the grove of the head
tug at her. Then down, down his hardening shaft. Up and down
her head bobbed.
He was getting harder with each movement. She could feel it in
his balls, her middle finger slipping back between the cheeks of
his ass. Slowly circling the tiny tight bud of his anus as he
groaned with each new penetration.
His cock was too deep for her to know that the clear pre-cum
juices had started to dribble from the engorged head. But she
sensed he was near. This was gourmet cock sucking, not the
frenzied bobbing in the front seat of a car at the drive-in.
He began to move slowly, rising up to meet her every descent on
to his now rock hard pole. Twitching and jumping in her throat
she felt him. Her finger pressed into the rippled skin of his
sphincter, slowly covering it and her finger with their juices.
As the first strong contraction coursed through his body she
simultaneously thrust her finger into his bottom. His ass
lifting off the seat driving his cock full measure into her
throat as the first hot spurt of cum shot into her. She could
feel his anus grip her finger with each contraction. His hot
seed spurting deep in her . . . the feeling of his cock swelling
slightly just before it contracted hard propelling the hot liquid
into her. Warm . . . she felt it deep in her, twitch, contract
and shoot again. Her finger plunging deeper into him with each
contraction. She was squeezing it out of him, taking it all,
loving him, loving it pressed deep into her willing mouth. Lips
tight round the base, her finger stabbing his anus, urging him
on, impaling him as he had her.
One . . . Two . . . Three . . . each contraction less then
before. Her nose filled with the smell of him. His cock too
deep for her to taste him. Not the same as when she teased the
tip, sucked the round bulbous head till the hot seed splashed
into her open mouth as she savored it, holding it for a moment
before swallowing . . . or on special occasions rising up to kiss
him full on the mouth so they could share the taste as their
tongues chased each other.
One final thrust as his body flexed rigid then slowly sank back
driving her finger deep into him. He groaned low and long as she
slipped her mouth up the long hard shaft. She could feel the
swollen crown catch in her throat, requiring a slight pull to let
it pass and once again fill her warm mouth. She could taste the
salty traces of him as she suck a deep breath pulling the air
into her round the twitching tip.
"Shawn . . . Shawn", she spoke low as she gazed into his still
unmoving face. Eyes closed, mouth hanging slightly open as the
slow rise and fall of his chest told her he was still alive.
"Shawn . . . come . . . get up", she urged him to move.
"Moon . . . my sweet Moon . . . how you speak in silent ways",
his voice low and soft.
"Come . . . cuddle . . . the sun is warm . . . you have drained
me . . . I am without form . . . without substance . . ."
Opening his arms she slid up his slick chest, feeling his strong
hands on her back. She sucked his nipple as her head lay upon
his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart. Two lovers,
naked, slick and glistening under the afternoon sun. She melted
to him as if they were fusing into one being. His hand slipping
through her hair as he whispered gently, "Sleep . . . sleep your
warm sweet sleep . . . more is yet to come . . . more my sweet .
. . more sweet then you have ever felt."
A thin smile crossed his lips as the darkness of sleep pulled him
from his conscious world. Moon stirred as he spoke, the dull
warmth between her legs seemed to glow bright then faded as she
chased him into his dreams.
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