Judy, Afloat

Part II

By

Donna M.

 

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Instead of abating, my �wet dreams� have gotten more frequent�and more lucid�since my husband Ivan talked me into going out to sea on Richie�s boat.  In many of the dreams, the sex was violent, almost rape, yet when I awoke I was sweaty, horny and wetter than I usually ever would be with my husband.  It was no surprise that since the swinger cruise, the abundantly muscled man in my dreams looked a lot like Richie�s brother Paul.  After all, it was the smooth, well-built Paul who first talked me out of my swimsuit, before talking his way between my legs.

I connected this morning�s more vivid dream with the fast approaching date of our next cruise on Richie�s boat.  Richie was Ivan�s long-time friend who had quite the reputation with the ladies.  I had often heard rumors of his equine-sized manhood, but it wasn�t until my first cruise on his boat that the rumors were confirmed.  Richie�s boat was probably better described as a yacht, but he would never call it such, feeling the word too pretentious.

True to my intuition, when Ivan invited me along earlier in the summer, I guessed that the trip out beyond the harbor islands was an excuse for swinging among the invited couples.  Richie�s wife Barbara was a brassy, buxom blonde, the buxom part mostly because of her new super-sized implants; and she had a promiscuous reputation of her own that partially led me to my original supposition.

I�d expected nudity and casual sex, but what I hadn�t expected was my participation.  Richie�s brother Paul had seduced me and taken me and I didn�t regret any moment of it.  On the other hand, my husband learned the hard way that jealousy works both ways, and that the ease with which he took part in the on-board orgies didn�t prepare him for seeing me having sex too.

As I normally do when awakening from one of my sex-dreams, I went into the bathroom and masturbated.  I came very quickly.

Ivan explained who would be along on the upcoming cruise.  �Janet, of course, and Walt.  Carlos and Maria will be going too, though I�m not sure about Mike and Sondra.  Last time I spoke with Richie he said he wasn�t sure about his brother.�  I detected a little tone of lingering jealousy when he mentioned Paul.  �Another couple I�ve never met is bringing their teenage daughter along with a bunch of her friends, do you believe that?  Richie says they�re all eighteen so what can I say.�

�Even at eighteen, are they nuts?  Does this new couple know what to expect?�

�Richie says they do.  I guess they�re avowed nudists and brought their daughter up in that lifestyle.�

I scoffed, �The nudist lifestyle isn�t the same as Richie and Barb�s lifestyle though, is it?�

Ivan shrugged his shoulders as an answer.

�I don�t know if I like this,� I said, but my mind wouldn�t be changed now about going.

When the day came, we were early arrivals so not everyone had come aboard yet.  Carlos and his wife Maria were there, as well as Janet and her husband Walt.  Barb was playing bartender.

�Hi guys, glad you could make it,� she said, remembering our favorite libations and handing Ivan a Corona, me a Chardonnay.  �Richie says we�re in for calm waters and sunny weather; can�t ask for a better mix along with great friends.�  Ivan gave her ass a squeeze and I pretended not to notice.

No Paul or Megan yet.  Would I end up disappointed in not seeing him?

I heard a gaggle of new voices as more people were coming aboard.  It was the new couple and the girls.  The man and woman were older looking than the rest of us yet still appeared to be in decent shape.  The girls�well, the girls were girls�too much make-up and too much giggling.  Three of them were blond beach bunnies; the solitary brunette showing a resemblance to the woman, so she must be the daughter.   Barb introduced the couple as Jim and Rachel.  Their daughter was Tiffany, but I tuned out on the names of the other girls; probably Heather or Brittany or some ubiquitous teen name.  They all hardly looked eighteen, but all kids look younger to me nowadays.  Once more, I wondered if the girls would be expected to participate, or would the party be more discreet in their presence?

After being introduced to Jim and Rachel, I spent some time speaking with Rachel.  In an earlier generation, she may have been described as a hippie�free love and all that�considering how open she was in discussing sexuality, her relationship with her husband, and how they�ve raised their daughter.  Her hair was salt and pepper, worn in a sort of bob I hadn�t seen in a generation.  Her breasts looked small yet firm for her age, at least as they looked to me, ensconced within her bikini bra cups.  A few stretch marks and wrinkles didn�t detract from her looking a lot better than most women her age.

�We�ve never hidden anything from her,� Rachel said with a gesture toward Tiffany, who was in deep (probably more like shallow) conversation with her girlfriends. �She always saw our bodies and knew that nakedness was not something to be ashamed of, nor sexuality.�

I had an image in my mind of Jim and Rachel in sexual entanglement, beckoning a young Tiffany to watch and learn.  I hoped not.

Jim was a bear of a man, and I mean that in both size and hirsuteness.  In today�s fashion, a hairy man was �out.�  He obviously didn�t worry about such things, and I supposed �natural� Rachel liked it that way.  I had a brief mental image of an extremely furry pubic area, but quickly pushed it out of my mind.  Of course, I may see sometime today whether my imagination was correct.

While Richie set off from the marina, I sulked.  Paul wasn�t coming and I so much wanted to see him, even if I tried to rationalize that need.

I overheard Richie say that the bay was choppier than weather forecasters suggested, and that instead he was heading down the coast to a small island he knew about.  An island? 

I found it humorous that the men�Ivan, Carlos, Walt�who would normally be swarming around Barbara, were now swarming around the four girls.  Maria walked up to me and commented on the men�s attentions.

�What is it with men? They smell fresh pussy like buzzards smell carrion.�

I chuckled at her simile.  �Both attractions are probably as old as time.�

�I saw your face when you realized Paul wasn�t here. You were looking forward to sex with him, weren�t you?�

�And you with Megan?� I asked, more or less answering her question my own way.

She slid a hand to the small of my back and said, �I think I know how to forget about Megan.�

My breath caught.  After what happened last cruise I shouldn�t have been surprised, but I was.  I�ll never be accustomed to women coming on to me, I thought.  I didn�t answer, but she seemed not to be expecting one anyway.  She was correct.  I had been looking forward to a return engagement with Paul.

Carlos approached and gave me a kiss.  �I�m so glad you�re here, Judy. You liven up this tub like no one else can.�

His wife slapped him on the ass and said, �Now, now, what about me? Did this sexy lady take my place or Barb�s place already?�  She laughed.

I said, �Wow, nothing a woman likes more than to have people fighting over her.�

Now, we all laughed.

Richie was busy captaining the boat when Barb made her �topless� announcement.  Unlike the first time I�d worn my two-piece, so without hesitation off came my top.  Maria and Janet dropped theirs too.  Rachel was next.  The girls looked around, unsure of whether to join in, until Tiffany took hers off.  Accompanied by more giggling, the rest of the girls followed and tossed their tops aside.

The men were vocal in their appreciation. The girls were all fine examples of youthful perky firmness, their soft tan lines adding to the allure.  Tiffany and her mother had no tan lines, as I might have expected.

I found that I enjoyed this�being a voyeur of sorts, watching the group interact; wondering who would couple with whom.  This was in stark contrast to the first time on Richie�s boat, when I fumed at the wanton abandon of those around me, especially my husband, not anticipating that I too would succumb to that same lust. 

I watched Ivan, his eyes agog, staring at the nubile girls, probably wondering if he would score with any of them.  I watched Ivan, Walt, and Carlos chatting up the girls like too-eager boys at a junior high dance.  The girls were lapping it up, responding with a giggle or two at what may have been inane�or maybe licentious�remarks.  I watched Jim watch everyone else.  I understood a concern for Tiffany, yet the way he seemed to be almost �guarding� the other girls got me wondering if the big man had carnal knowledge of the teens.  The thought conjured up more disturbing mental images.

Barb announced, �We�re almost there,� pointing to a speck on the horizon which must be our destination, her super-sized tits bouncing enthusiastically as she pointed.

Jim�s attention swung from the bevy of girls to the immeasurably more endowed Barbara.  I guess he liked them big like all the rest.  By her expression, I don�t think Rachel cared for his roving eye, at least where tit size was the reason.  In my mind, I thought that if he were my husband, I�d rather have him lust after Barb than teenage girls.

I was surprised to discover that there was an off-shore mooring near a small sandy strip on the island.  Richie piloted near the small buoy and Carlos began tying us down.  Richie helped him secure everything.

Speaking to all of us, Richie explained about the island and how we would get ashore.  �I know the guy who owns this rock. We can use it, though we may have visitors, so we�ll keep an eye out for other boats. It�s not far so I suggest we all swim over. If you�d rather not swim, then you volunteer to ferry our supplies over on a small raft I have aboard. Is everyone ready to party?�

A big cheer erupted before several people jumped overboard to swim to the island.  I was near Richie and Barb when Jim approached to offer his services as our supply rafter.  Richie chuckled and reminded his wife to collect all the discarded bikini bras to send with Jim to the island, in case someone else did show up.

Barb and I helped Richie and Jim set up the raft and load everything.  Supplies included booze galore, as well as blankets, towels, food, and a small gas grill.  Richie explained to me that no open fires were allowed.  �Don�t want to draw attention to us either, since we might get�ahem�a little frisky later,� he said with a laugh.

Jim seemed thrilled to be up close and personal with Barbara as she helped him launch the raft toward the island.  Barb jumped into the water after that, leaving Richie and me the last on the boat.  Richie gave me a look, and then said, �My brother can sometimes have great taste. How about we swim over together? I�m getting� naked, how about you?�

The �great taste� comment explained the look.  For all his bravado, I was beginning to like Richie more and more.  �Why not, big guy; after you,� I said, pointing toward the water.

He dropped his shorts, put an arm through one of the leg holes to bring them with him, and dove overboard.  I thought, okay, I can do that too, and did.  We swam au naturel, side by side toward the tiny sandy beach, where all the others had gathered, waiting for Jim to arrive with the provisions.

When Richie and I exited the water, the girls� jaws dropped, and I know it wasn�t from the sight of me.  One (Brittany?) uttered, �Oh�my�God!�  Richie�s superb manhood did it again.  He tried to act nonchalant, oblivious to the attention, as he set about organizing our little picnic.  My nakedness hadn�t gone unnoticed after all, since Carlos and Maria walked up to me and commented on it.

Maria said, �You can�t be the same woman we met last time, darling,� then chuckled.

Carlos said, �Judy, you�re quite a woman�naked and alone with Richie and you still haven�t tried him on for size!�

�Bad metaphor, dear,� Maria said. �He�d be trying her on�deeply.�

That got me laughing.  �Size isn�t everything,� I said, which got both of them rolling their eyes.

�Tell that to them,� Maria said, pointing toward the group of giggling teens who were almost drooling at the sight of the well-hung Richie.

As beer and liquor got passed around, (I noticed that Tiffany made sure her friends had something to drink)�Jim and Rachel decided to get naked as Richie and I were.  I�d been told that they were nudists, so it must be natural for them.  On the other hand, I was still very much self-conscious about my nudity, though of course, it hadn�t stopped me from letting loose.

Since we got onto the island, Ivan and I hadn�t spoken one word. I caught him looking at me once, probably wondering what got into his now-naked wife, before turning his attention back to every other woman who�d listen to him.

Janet sauntered over and spoke with me.  �Isn�t this island thing cool?� she proclaimed.  Maybe she was already drunk.  I couldn�t tell for sure.

�Cool,� I responded.

�Do you think Richie�s gonna fuck those girls? I mean, you know, look at how they�re checking him out�horny as hell, I think.�

�Are you worried about being left out?�

She gave me a hurt look.  �Well, no�not really, no��  She paused, then went back to her central theme, so to speak, �He is such a great fuck, after all.  Have you fucked him yet?�

�No I haven�t.�

�You don�t know what you�re missing, Judy.�

�Have you ever fucked his brother, Paul?�

�No, of course not,� she answered, puzzled.

�Then YOU don�t know what you�re missing,� I said, and walked off.

Barbara, motioning me over, and in a conspiratorial tone I hadn�t heard yet, said, �Did you catch sight of the big guy?� She nodded toward Jim. �I�m not a fan of body hair, but take a look at that tree trunk between his legs. Interesting, mmmm.�

Jim�s cock was indeed exceptionally thick, and no amount of pubic hair could hide the fact.  He was off to the side, talking to his wife and daughter, as the three of them gazed toward the spectacle of Ritchie surrounded by a trio of rapturous nubile blondies.

Barb muttered, �Oh my God, do you see that?�

I thought she was talking about her husband�s soon-to-be harem, but when I glanced back to Jim, Rachel and Tiffany, I was aghast at seeing Tiffany absently playing with her father�s cock, and it was stiffening in happy response.  Incest on top of nudism?  Is this how Tiffany grew up?  I shook my head in disgust.

Carlos, Maria, Walt and Janet were the industrious ones, spreading large beach blankets around the clearing above our tiny little beachhead.  While the two women worked at organizing the food and beverages, Carlos and Walt set up the small grill for cooking.  I probably should have offered to help, but instead I continued playing voyeur, and drank, knowing the real show was soon to begin.

Fueled by more liquor, people began hooking up.  Rachel pulled her husband onto one of the blankets and started sucking him off.  Wow, she could open her mouth wide enough.  Carlos soon was in foreplay with Janet while his wife was working on Walt.  Barb took Ivan by the hand and led him to another blanket.  The four teens grew ever more animated now that besides Richie, they were in the front row of a live sex show.  I was the odd person, and maybe liked it that way, at least for a while.  My mind drifted to thoughts of Paul, wishing he was here.  If he was, I wouldn�t be the nonparticipant.

More drinks and Lord Richie had all the girls out of their bikini bottoms and worshipping at the altar that was his penis. I could tell that the four of them had varying levels of sexual experience (Tiffany and her dad?) though none appeared to be virgins.

I decided to be a bitch, so I walked over to the blanket where Barb and my husband were and sat on the edge.  Ivan was on his back and Barb was doing her best cowgirl impression, her supersized mammaries swaying and bouncing.  Ivan watched them with rapt attention, and never once noticed me there.  That was until Barb noticed me, faltered in her up-and-down rhythm, and said, �Oh, Judy, ah, you okay with this?�

�Sure. Go on, don�t let me stop you.�

My eyes met Ivan�s.  I wondered what he was thinking, just as I wondered how he first reacted when he saw me with Paul.

Barbara enthusiastically went back to bouncing, though Ivan may have wilted a bit.  I couldn�t tell, and I didn�t really want to know, so I got up and went to get another drink.  I wasn�t drunk but I was getting there.  As I sat down, alone, a tiny bit of self-pity crept into my psyche.  I was aroused, no doubt about it, but here I was surrounded by an orgy of hot, coupling bodies and didn�t join any of them.  Was I that sad?

I watched the girls play with Richie�s cock like a new Christmas toy.  I had to admit, when I was that age, a cock as prodigious as his would have had me enthralled too.  They stroked, giggled and licked; each probably wanting to be first yet so unsure of their sexuality that they appeared to be waiting for another to make the first move.

�Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!�  I heard the scream.  Janet was the first to orgasm.  Good job, Carlos, you�re a good lover, I thought.

�Oh God�Oh God�Oh Goddddddddddddddddddddddd!� shouted Rachel as she too climaxed.

Several grunts and groans told me the men were cumming as well.

I thought for sure Tiffany would go first, but one of the blondies spread and Richie was in there, going deep.  She gasped, and I heard �No�oh no,� though that alone wasn�t going to stop Richie, or the girl.  The harem surrounded them.  I soon heard shrieks and wails before I caught sight of Richie between one of the other gal�s thighs, pounding away.  More shrieks, more wails.  Ah, the glories of youth (and Richie�s stamina).

Maria got another drink, and joined me.  I didn�t really care for Walt, but I hesitated transferring the fact I hadn�t heard her climax to Walt�s prowess.  �You haven�t�?� letting the question hang.

�No, I haven�t. Don�t really know why�okay, I do know. It�s because I wish Paul were here, that�s all.�

�Well, he isn�t, so I won�t pressure you to join in on the joyride, but I would love to see you have fun.�  She touched me, and I knew how SHE wanted to have fun.

Another series of hiccupping screams told me another of Richie�s harem had climaxed.  Since nary a condom had been seen, I hoped Richie knew what he was doing and not end up impregnating one of the young lasses. 

Maria was caressing my breasts and I let her.  �Judy, love me�make love to me��

We fell to one of the blankets.  I tasted her sweet nectar, surprised I didn�t taste something else since she�d just been laid by Walt, or so I thought.  I licked and nibbled on her sensitive clitoris until she clamped her thighs around my head, holding me fast.

�Judy, oh Judy�ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,� she sang.  Though I couldn�t move my head, I could still move my tongue.

Maria came with a splash that trickled into my mouth and down my chin.  No post-climactic languor for this woman, as she swung around and buried her tongue in my mouth.  We kissed like that for many a moment.  Finally we both came up for air, but as it turned out she wasn�t quite finished with me, going for my breasts once again.  Her lips brushed my taut nipples as they moved down my midsection, heading to heaven.  She devoured me whole.  When I climaxed it was as if angels above had sprinkled magic dust all over me.  I screamed, and I knew somehow that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us.

Carlos was the first to approach.  �You two! Sweet Jesus, can you two get it on!� he said with a flourish.

Heavy lidded, still tingling from my orgasm, I looked up at him and said, �You picked a good woman, Carlos.�

He smiled, �Actually, she picked me, and I�ve been thankful ever since.�  He sat on our blanket next to me, and added, �I do believe she�s picked someone else too.�

I was flattered by the attention from both of them, though my thoughts darkened when I wondered if either me or Ivan could feel as they do.

Oh yeah, Ivan, my husband.  I saw that he was feeling up one of the blondies; drunk, and one Richie had used and discarded.  Let him get lucky, I thought, and turned my attention back to Carlos and Maria.

�I�m hungry. Maybe it�s time to start grilling,� I said.

Carlos hooked a thumb toward an exhausted, reclining Richie, and said, �I�ll check with Captain Cock to see if he�s okay with that.�  The three of us laughed at the moniker.

The latest round of carnal contortion seemed to be over.  The girls� giggles sounded more languid following their orgasms as they compared notes on Richie.  I wasn�t sure if Ivan scored one of the blonds or not.  He was presently sitting on a blanket with Janet.  Carlos went off to speak with Richie about the food.  I spent those moments admiring Carlos� tight ass.  Yes, I could do him next, I thought, seeing I�ve already had sex with his beautiful wife.

Steaks and burgers sizzled on the grill as we lounged on the wet blankets�wet from cum and spilt drinks.  I pretty much had decided that for me, Carlos was next.  Who else would couple?  I had a feeling that if the girls drank any more they may end up as gang-bang receptacles.  If that happened, I�d be torn between sorrow and they�d-asked-for-it acceptance.

Our post-dinner entertainment came from an unlikely duo.  I�d seen that Jim and Barb had been teasing each other throughout the day, and now Jim had the hard-on and Barb had the heat.  For his bulk, Jim turned out to be quite athletic.  Barb cried out, �Oh my God!� when he first entered her with his thick manhood.  She cried out many more epithets and appellations as he fucked her in varying positions and angles, until covered in sweat they both came loudly.

As with any after-dinner entertainment, we all cheered enthusiastically for the performance.  Rachel looked extremely proud of her husband.  Good for her.

Maria, as if drawn by an inexorable force, infiltrated the four teens.  I�ve never known anyone so unabashedly bisexual, so her sexual hunger intrigued me, whether it was directed at me or others.  Of course, Carlos noticed too. 

He sat next to me and commented, �This is going to be interesting. You think she�ll get them all into it? The girls may be shy about sex with a woman after all, unless they�ve already had that experience.�

�How come you�re not over there? Wouldn�t you like to tap that young flesh?�

�Yeah, I know, every man�s dream, right? They�re probably tighter, but what else is there? They seem�what�s the word�vapid? I�d rather make love to a real woman, one who knows what she wants.�

I creamed the blanket as he looked at me after saying those words.  To him, I was that woman.  Paul had opened me up sexually.  Now it would be Carlos� turn to take me to that higher plateau; I knew he would.

Quietly and oblivious to the others, we fucked.  He�s in fine physical shape and knows how to move.  He moved me, all right!  I begged him, moaning �Faster! Harder!��  I was lost in my own world, a world closing in on orgasmic bliss as he thrust into me, obeying my moaned commands.  I heard myself in that disembodied way that happens sometimes.  �Oh� fuck yes! � yes� oh� oh� yes� yes� YESSSSSSS!� I yelled.  Within my orgasmic rapture, I thought how spectacular we must have looked (how is that for hubris!)

It turns out no one had watched us.  The others were either having sex or watching Maria and the girls writhing as one on the largest blanket.  Once we regained some post-coital equilibrium, Carlos and I became spectators too.

�Jesus, look at her,� Carlos whispered to me, gesturing toward his wife and the four girls. �Isn�t that the sexiest damn sight you�ve ever seen?�

Yes, I thought, as I watched with voyeuristic enthusiasm the way Maria led them to orgasm after orgasm, much like a dancer leading his or her partner across a dance floor.  Their squealing voices echoed around our little island clearing, interspersed with the sounds of sex others were making.

Hearing Janet wail, I glanced over to see Ivan doing the doggy with my erstwhile �friend.�  As I have several times since the first boat trip, I�ve been shocked by Janet�s wanton, yet somehow shallow behavior.  I�d been thinking she�d fuck anyone, anywhere.  And now it was my husband�s turn once again.

I didn�t see Richie anywhere.  Jim and Barb were at it again, while Rachel was energetically riding Walt to the orgasmic corral.  Maria solicited one more cum-squeal from one of the blondies, while Tiffany worked furiously between Maria�s bronzed, toned thighs.  Carlos sat watching the entire spectacle, his dick rising to become its own spectacle of sorts.  Shit, I was no better than Janet, since I wanted to fuck Carlos again.

�Sitting this one out, or is there a puddle under you?�  Richie�s voice startled me as he approached from behind.

�Possibly both, wise ass,� I said, pointing toward Carlos as he approached the five-female pile, his cock gloriously at full attention.

�Yeah, I still can�t get over those girls coming along. Hungry little cunts.�

�Oh, that sounded rather derisive, Richie. Seems to me you had them as your harem after we arrived.�

�Rather they had me,� he said, chuckling.  �You�re the only smart woman who doesn�t go gaga the first time she sees this thing.�

�Thank you, I think. I do like to think that a sexy man is more than his dick�s length.�

�I know, we had this discussion last trip. You probably won�t believe this but I wish we�d known each other before this summer, and with my pants on.�

�You probably won�t believe this, but I agree. You are a nice guy. If only you could detach that thing and stow it away somewhere.�

That got us both laughing hysterically.

�Yeah, he does get in the way a lot,� he said while giving his cock a swing like a cowboy with a rope at the rodeo.

The around-the-clearing sex seemed to be over.  While I was speaking with Richie, I hadn�t seen if Carlos scored.  I hoped he�d had at least one of the blondies.  Richie commented that he was pleasantly surprised we hadn�t had any visitors.  �I�m not the only sailor who knows about this place,� he said, jovially.

Swimsuits went back on and the men began packing up for the return voyage.  Richie barked orders like a mad general, which was a silly show all by itself.  Everyone started swimming back to the boat, leaving Jim, me, and Richie last on the island.  We helped Jim launch the raft.

I gave a sidelong look at Richie as we stood on the tiny strip of sandy beach.  He had that look of youthful naiveté that didn�t jibe with my original impression of him.  What I thought of as ostentatious arrogance was really childlike wonder at what he had, whether it was toys like his boat, or what was in his pants.  He wasn�t simply a crude cocksman.  He was the quintessential teenage boy who discovered that all the girls liked him.  His money and his penis opened up the playground, that was all.

�Our turn. You ready?� he said.

�You�re a sweet guy, Richie. Don�t change.�

He turned to look at me, squinting in puzzlement.  �I thought you disapproved of me?�

�Not at all. You just thought I did because I fell for your brother�s charms instead of yours.�

The teenage-boy smile was back.  �I�ve never met a woman like you before, Judy. I wish I had.�

�You�ve got the babe, why would you want me,� I said lightheartedly, figuring this was more playful teasing.

It wasn�t.  �I said �woman.�  I have enough immaturity for two. I needed a real woman, one who could keep me straight. Barbara would rather get gangbanged than do that.�

I was slightly shocked at his statement, and perhaps a little intimidated as well.  �You don�t really mean that, do you?�

�Who knows,� he muttered, �I guess I�m being a typical male who wants to get into your pants.�  He laughed, but it sounded a bit hollow.

�C�mon, Richie, men don�t usually strive to get into my pants. I mean, Ivan would rather be here or on your boat than with me.�  Now who sounded maudlin?

Richie said, �Ivan�s an idiot. If you were my wife I�d never share you with anyone.�  He was looking at the ground, as if he was unwilling to make eye contact.

�Would you like to kiss me before we swim over?�

He finally did make eye contact.  Then we made lip contact.  Then we made body contact.

Our suits came back off before we fell to the sandy beach.  This was my first chance at getting personal with his pride and joy.  I toyed with his cock, giving him a little head as he grew to an almost unimaginable length and rigidity.  �Here�s your chance, fuck me,� I murmured.

He needn�t worry about foreplay to get me wet.  I supposed I�d thought about this moment for a long time, and denied the thoughts at every turn.  As I was speaking with him, I imagined how it would feel, so deep, and I felt the moisture well up. When his fingers explored, they discovered my dampness.

I spread my legs and watched with both anticipation and trepidation as he guided his cock to my opening.  He slid into me, going deeper and deeper and�

�Oh�my�Godddddddddddddd,� I bellowed as he went right past my cervix, at least that�s how it felt to me.

I pulled him down on top of me and urged him on with my heels against his ass, spurring him as a cowboy would spur his horse.  I wasn�t sure if the unique sensation was in my vagina or all in my head. 

He must have realized my back arched to take him in, to luxuriate in the long ebb and neap of the tide that was his cock.  �You�re�amazing,� he groaned, as I moaned on each thrust, urging him deeper, more deeply than I�ve ever been penetrated, urging�

I�d had enough of the sand abrading my backside, so I made him roll onto his back and mounted him.  The word �impaled� seemed more appropriate than �penetrated,� I thought, as I held his shaft and lowered myself onto him.  I read once that the cervix doesn�t feel, but they lied.  Every bump against it set off tiny explosions within me.  So different from every other time in my life, there was no ramping up, no building toward orgasm.  I simply came in one giant spasm, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Richie muttered something I didn�t hear, pulled me down�forcing one more big bump to my cervix�and began to ejaculate.  Damn it, he had to be cumming right into my womb!  I had another massive convulsion, screaming again and again.

With his cock still within me, I fell to his chest.  Rubbing my breasts against his chest, I said, �So, after this am I any different from all the other women you�ve fucked?�

He smiled and answered, �You don�t get it. You responded as a woman should. Not from the�ah�the concept of my cock, but from�I don�t know how to put it, maybe from ME.�

I kissed him lightly.  �How do you know it wasn�t from the �concept�?�

�I just know, that�s all. Now kiss me again, then get off me so we can get back to the boat. By now everyone�ll know what we did. Do you care?�

�All I care about now was that I had the best damn orgasm of my life.�  Then we kissed deeply.

Swimming back to the boat, he kept looking at me and smiling.  I knew that look: he was smitten with me, and I wasn�t sure how I should handle that.  I harbored no fantasies about our belated tryst, as I admit having about his brother after the first cruise.  I hoped his infatuation, if that�s what it was, wouldn�t last.

After we were helped aboard, needless to say we were chided miserably. 

Carlos smiled and said one word: �Finally.�

Janet said, �Wasn�t he fantastic!�  It was a statement, not a question.

Barbara said, �Damn, are you loud!� I guess sound carried well over the water.

Ivan whispered in my ear, �I hope you enjoyed it.�

More than you�ll ever know, I thought.

The atmosphere was subdued as we sailed back to port.  The girls were dreamy eyed.  I understood their sexual afterglow, since I probably looked like they did. 

Ivan and I didn�t speak much the rest of the day.  He�d have to reconcile his feelings of jealousy with the fact he�d invited me along in the first place.  It wasn�t my job.  Certainly Richie would schedule another �cruise� and we would certainly be invited.  Paul too.  Ivan better get over it fast.

That night, I had another dream, maybe more vivid than any previous one.  My rapist was huge, and his cock split me in two, though I felt no pain, only extreme pleasure.  I awoke sweaty and hot, practically running to the bathroom to masturbate.  While I rubbed myself, I replayed the fragments of the dream that were still with me.  Was his face Richie�s or Paul�s?  I couldn�t remember.

But I came with a bang!

 

Donna M.

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