Chapter 5
Vickie awakened at the crack of dawn. At home she would have turned over and gone back to sleep at this hour but, at sea, she hated to waste a single golden hour of this marvelous experience. She hopped from bed in high spirits and even sang in the shower as she planned her wardrobe for the day. She had never been so ravenously hungry since she had been a teenager. It would be over an hour before the first call for breakfast in the dining salon. She hoped that she could wait. She went through her suitcase and finally settled on the white knitted slack suit. She was seated in the only chair in the cabin, fastening the straps on her sandals, when Jeff awakened and climbed down from the upper bunk. He had a raring erection which seemed to throb and pulse just like the ship did. Perhaps it was contagious. She was intrigued by the very sight of the turgid member which threatened to burst right out of its taut skin sheath.
"I don't have to ask if you had pleasant dreams," she taunted him. "Is that one of those early-morning piss hard-ons, or do you think there might be anything in there for a starving woman. I'm as hungry as a bitch wolf in mating season and the dining salon doesn't even open for an hour yet. I'm not sure I'll make it. Perhaps a little jism juice appetizer might tide me over. Think you can help a damsel in distress?"
"I'm all for giving it one hell of a try," he said, grinning and moving over to stand in front of her. His huge cock jutted out like a flagpole from the facade of the post office. The glistening head was practically in her face. She reached out and clasped his firm hard buttocks and drew him to her and in a moment it was really in her face, up to the hilt.
The throbbing vibrations of the big ship traveled from the deck up through the soles of his bare feet and then up his legs to generate the throbbing in his sex center. Vickie felt as though she had a gigantic dentist's drill in her mouth as she swooped down, taking more and more of his firm hot meat into her mouth and throat with every stroke. She worked one hand between his buttocks and urged a finger into his tight ass-hole, forcing him even deeper into her mouth. She was sucking his cock like a woman possessed. Her every motion, every action was a screaming hysterical demand for his seminal discharge which she so desperately wanted toingest into her wanton mouth. Such tender demands cannot be long resisted and soon Jeff's entire body started to tremble. It was as though the orgasm started way down in the engine room of the ship and rushed upwards to explode into her oral chasm with such ferocity that it practically gave her a whiplash neck injury.
A tidal wave of his frothy white jism inundated her mouth and throat causing her to gag and sputter and swallow desperately to keep from losing a single drop as she consumed the huge quantity of liquid life. She was hard pressed to gulp down the vast flood of hot love cream but, at last, she had drained the very dregs and swallowed the entire offering. Only then did her lips release his now-limp cock.
Afterwards he beamed at her, "I hope that will hold you till breakfast. I'm afraid it's all I have to offer." Then he ran in to shower, shave and dress while she applied her makeup and combed her hair.
There are few experiences quite so invigorating as a few brisk turns around the deck on a cool clear morning while waiting for breakfast at sea. When the chimes sounded first call, Vickie and Jeff were among the earliest passengers in the dining salon. They spent an hour and a half at table.
After the breakfast they got into their swim suits and played shuffleboard and deck tennis and just lounged around the pool on the sun deck until it was time for lunch. Some of the people at their table asked Vickie if she would join them for a fourth at bridge. It had been a long time since she had played and she really missed the game. She worried about getting into any activity in which Jeff couldn't be included. Before she could decline, he suggested, "Why don't you go ahead and play, mom. I've been wanting to take that tour of the engine room and the radio shack and all those things that I know wouldn't interest you. This will give me a chance to do that while you're playing cards."
At one-thirty Jeff delivered his mother to her friends in the card salon and agreed to meet them all at five in the cocktail lounge. Then he started amidships and below deck for the Purser's Office to arrange for the behind-the-scenes tour of the big steamer. Fate intervened in such a way that he never made it but spent the afternoon instead in a pretty young girl's cabin taking a tour behind some more interesting scenes.
She had been sitting in a deck chair struggling with a complicated camera that was obviously new and strange to her. She had been cussing it softly under her breath and looked up helplessly as Jeff approached. Jeff had noticed her the minute they had come aboard the day before. She was a tall, athletic-type girl about eighteen or nineteen. Her figure was firm but well developed and her eyes indicated that she was anxious to play games. The backless white sun dress revealed a muscular back, probably developed from playing tennis and golf and perhaps swimming. A deep suntan gave her the appearance of smoked ivory. Jeff wondered if she were tanned all over. The smile she fixed on him as he approached indicated that she had read his immoral thoughts.
"Can I help you? I know a little bit about cameras," Jeff said smiling as he moved in on her.
"Thank you. I need help. I'm used to using my own little silly Instamatic Kodak. At least I know how to work that but my brother insisted I bring this complicated contraption of his along and get what he called 'some really good' pictures. I can't seem to make it work at all. Not that it really matters. Up till now I haven't seen anything I wanted a picture of, anyway. I never saw so many old people in all my life. Until you came strolling down the deck I thought my folks had booked me on a senior citizens' chartered voyage."
She had a sexy way of laughing way down in her throat.
"Here's your problem," Jeff announced proudly. "There's no film in it and this camera is equipped with an automatic interlock so that the shutter won't cock unless it is loaded with film."
"That would never have occurred to me. I thought he had loaded it with film when he gave it to me. I think I have some down in my cabin. I'll run and get it. Maybe you'd show me how to load it."
"It would be smarter to load the film into the camera in your cabin rather than out here in the bright sunlight. You may get sun streaks. You won't have any trouble. It loads like any ordinary camera."
"Oh, please, help me with it. I'm so unmechan-ical," she said pouting. Before he could answer she extended her hands to be helped out of the deck chair. As she arched her back in raising up she displayed one of the most sensational pairs of breasts Jeff had ever seen on a young girl. Moments later she was leading him by the hand down to her cabin.
"By the way, I'm Mary-Lou Holt," she announced, squeezing his hand slightly.
"I'm Jeff Burke. Pleased to meet you, Mary-Lou."
They had arrived at her cabin now. Removing a key from her purse she unlocked the door and stood aside to let him enter. Then she came in and carefully locked the door behind them.
"You didn't think I was going to take a chance on your getting away, did you?" she said, smiling evilly. "For years I've read stories about shipboard romances. Now, for the first time in my life, I'm aboard ship and ready for romance. You're the only guy aboard who doesn't look like a retired telephone-company employee. I'm not taking any chances on your getting away before you've given me a little of the thrilling romance I've read about. Even if I have to seduce you to get it."
"Who's fighting you?" Jeff said, smiling. "But, as long as we're here, what about the camera?"
"Fuck the camera!" Mary-Lou said grinning as she unbuttoned the neck strap of the sun dress and let the loose front fall to her waist. Her tits were perfectly superb. They weren't as large as Vickie's but so beautifully rounded and in perfect proportion to her figure. They glowed like a pair of polished ivory globes shining out as white as snow in the middle of the deeply suntanned skin that surrounded them. The nipples and half-dollar-size aureolas looked like cherry toppings on twin vanilla sundaes. The firm little nipples were perkily upturned in a way that made them seem to be saying, "C'mon over here and suck on me.
"You fuck the camera if you want to," Jeff said, teasing. "I'd much rather fuck you and I have a feeling that I'm going to do it ten ways from the Jack before leaving this cabin."
"Promises, promises. How long can I live on promises?" she said, pouting, but making no move to further disrobe. Apparently, she felt that her bared breasts should be enough to keep him happily occupied for a while before unveiling any more.
Even the sight of her half-nude body was already giving him a bad case of crotch twitch and making him drool at both ends. He moved over and cupped her firm full tits in his hands and squeezed them appreciatively. Then he grasped the left one with both hands and kneaded and gently squeezed it upward and outward while he lowered his mouth to suck in the erect little nipple and lick and chew on it while it grew and stiffened in his mouth. When he finished, she looked all out of balance, so he repeated the oral assault upon her right tit until its nipple was as big and stiff as its twin.
Mary-Lou was obviously highly aroused from the homage he had paid to her proud beauties. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open as she drew him close and ground her lovely melons up against his smooth firm chest. His cock, which was now equally aroused from the tit-chewing session, pressed into her crotch and she thrust her furry triangle up tightly to it as their lips met and they kissed in a long, moist mouth mating while their hands explored the still unseen secrets of each other's bodies. Jeff's hands slipped down the back of her skirt and squeezed the firm full buttocks. He could feel little tufts of hair extending beyond the rear cleavage. She was obviously one of those real hairy girls. That was great with him. He always figured that the more hair the better. He found the zipper and fumbled with it until he worked it down to the bottom of its track. Then he moved back, releasing the tight pressure of his crotch against hers, and allowing the dress to drop down around her ankles.
Meanwhile, she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. Reaching inside the open fly with both hands she gasped as she felt the full magnitude of his huge cock. Gently, she extracted it and stared down in disbelief. Jeff's hands, meanwhile, were busy exploring the seemingly endless patch of thick heavy cunt-hair. She seemed to have more hair on her pussy than he had on his head. He stepped back further and removed his slacks and shorts and hung them carefully over the back of the chair. Then for long moments he stood there simply drinking in the beauty of the nude girl's fabulous body. The triangle of ebony-black pubic hairs extended clear up to her belly button. He could bury his whole face in its furry warmth. And he had every intention of doing just that.
"Turn around, spread your legs wide apart and bend way over," he ordered her. She responded without comment. "Spread your cheeks apart with your hands," he instructed and she obeyed. It was unbelievable. The huge patch of crotch hair extended the full length of the anal valley all the way up to the top of her buttocks. It looked like she was wearing a huge horseshoe shaped fur collar to obscure all of her private places.
Once he had gotten a good look, she straightened up and faced him. She seemed to be blushing. "I've always been embarrassed that I'm as hairy as a female ape, down there. At first I used to shave a lot of it away but it just grew back in thicker than ever. I guess I'm just a hairy bitch and there's nothing I can do about it."
"You shouldn't even think of trying. In my case, I love a lot of hair down below and I'm about to prove it to you." He eased her back to the edge of the bunk and then had her lay back on it crosswise so that her rump was on the edge of the bunk and her feet on the floor. He bent over the reclining girl and rubbed and sucked on her lovely tits for a long time before she began to breathe heavily and let out little gasping sounds. Then he fell to his knees between her legs and buried his face in that soft hairy muff. He nuzzled his nose and lips around in that forest and breathed in deeply as though he was trying to inhale her. He became intoxicated by the heady fragrance of her womanhood. There is no perfume on earth that had ever excited Jeff the way this natural sweet aroma of clean young cunt did. He nuzzled down deeper and deeper until he came to the hidden pink valley in the very heart of the heavy forest. He dipped his tongue deeply into her honey pot and scooped out as much of the delicious nectar as he could reach. Boy, he thought, if only you could train bees to build a hive like this!
He put his hands behind her knees and rolled her legs back so that he could get at the rear valley as well. He dug his tongue into her tight little ass-hole and then slowly downward. Never had he seen so much hair in the back. He made the horseshoe turn between the two sex holes and worked his tongue and lips slowly upward over the full length of her silken slit while she trembled and moaned in sheer delight at his oral ministrations. She was thrusting that hairy gash up to his mouth rhythmically now and Jeff knew that her climax was close at hand. He locked his mouth on her throbbing clitoris and massaged and licked and nibbled at it while it began to grow as big and stiff as her nipples had earlier. Meanwhile, he worked his right hand into the center of her crotch and slipped one finger into her creamy cunt and worked another into her hot tight ass-hole as he grasped her sex center in a bowling alley grip as she shuddered violently and he felt the little annular muscles in her front and rear clutch and grasp and squeeze at his embedded fingers as the powerful orally induced orgasm hit her. The intensity of her reactions and noisy emotions led Jeff to believe that nobody had ever eaten her cunt before.
She wanted to try to go down on him in return but that would have to wait. Now that he had gotten a taste of her quim, he had to have the feel of that soft moist tunnel caressing and massaging his burning cock. She was no virgin but she was plenty tight. When he opened up that huge muff and addressed his hotly throbbing cock to the parted shell pink lips of her vaginal cavity he realized that she resembled a petite size-five girl wearing an obese size-forty fur coat.
He rolled back her legs and lifted her hotly pulsating crotch clear off the bunk. He hooked her knees over her shoulders and rammed forward into her tight little gash.
"Oh, it's too big. I want it but I just can't take all of that. It will surely split me right in two. Why did you have to be so over-developed. That's no penis you're trying to shove into me. It's a Yule log! Surely you're not going to try to get it all into my poor little twat." She was sobbing hysterically now but whether in pain or anticipation Jeff wasn't sure.
"Just relax, baby, and give yourself a chance. You'll be surprised how much that little hole can dilate if you'll give it a chance and stop fighting it. Remember that an eight-pound baby can pass through those portals and they are a lot bigger around than my cock. Try to relax all those muscles down there that are fighting to keep me out."
"I'll try, Jeff. I really do want it. Oh, God, how I want it! I'm just afraid that you'll ruin me for life. What if you stretch my cunt so big and out of shape that no normal man will want it after you get through? Hey, take it easy, that hurts."
"Don't worry. Don't you know that your pussy is just like a rubber band? It can stretch to six or eight times its normal size and then come right back down again. Women who have babies don't stay that stretched open. My God, if they did their guts would fall out when they walked. You can handle it. We'll just work it in nice and easy now."
It took nearly five minutes of steady effort on both their parts, but at last he held her fully impaled on his lover's lance. All of the little rings of muscle inside her were pulsing and squeezing around him as though disbelieving that they could have accommodated such a gigantic visitor. He began taking slow, tentative strokes, pulling out of her no more than an inch to an inch-and-a-half at first, before thrusting it back into the hilt. As her fear and shock wore off, her internal juices began to flow and her taut muscles and nerves relaxed until he was able to stroke in and out of her full length while her eyes rolled in her head as she lolled it back and forth from side to side on the bunk. Her tongue hung from her open mouth and little groans kept coming from her lips.
Jeff grasped her beautiful tits in his hands and kneaded and squeezed them and tormented the taut nipples with his thumb and forefinger of each hand. He hoped that she couldn't read his thoughts as he humped her soundly. At the moment, all he could think, of was that Mary-Lou had a cunt like his mother's ass-hole! She was beginning to respond now, thrusting her wet gash up to meet his every stroke. Suddenly, she let out a sharp little shriek and a million church bells peeled in her head and the skies were filled with shooting stars and fiery comets as she experienced the orgasm of her young life. Three times in rapid succession the powerful climax built up and exploded within the very depths of her sex. The annular muscles that lined her vaginal walls went wild and pumped away at Jeff's hot fully embedded prick like a runaway milking machine. It was too much for Jeff. He squeezed hard on her tits and crammed his burgeoning cock into the tight bottom thimble of her sex tube as his inflamed glans swelled up and ejaculated blast after blast of his hot love cream to splash off of her uterus and flood her inner cavities as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she passed out in a dead faint. Even after his flooding into her cunt subsided she still gripped his buried manhood in a clutch of death. It was several minutes before he could extract it from her seething, throbbing twat.
Her cabin wasn't equipped with a private head. He washed his cock carefully in the built-in basin. The skin was as red as a beet from the burning friction of the difficult initial penetration. He hoped that the redness would go away before Vickie saw it. The girl was still unconscious on the bunk, her legs sprawled over the side and onto the floor. He soaked a wash cloth in cold water and rubbed her forehead and face with it as he ran his other hand over her body. Slowly, she came around. She was too weak to move and Jeff cleaned out her flooded cunt as best he could with the damp washcloth.
She reached out and petted him and slowly gathered herself together. He helped her up into a sitting position on the bunk. "My God, what a man you turned out to be!" she said, sighing, as though still fighting for breath. "I've been a pretty promiscuous girl all through college but I've never been screwed like that before. I'll say one thing for you, Jeff boy. When you fuck a girl she stays fucked! That was the most delightfully devastating experience of my lifetime. You exceeded all of my wildest dreams of what a shipboard romance would be like. I do hope you'll have time and strength enough to do it again later. Next time I won't fight it or be afraid and I can enjoy it from the very beginning."
Jeff stole a glance at the watch on his wrist. It was ten past three. He had almost two hours before his pass ran out. "I'm sure we can arrange that, Mary-Lou. I don't have to meet mom in the cocktail lounge until five. I'd like to ask you to join us but I don't dare, since I'm supposed to be taking a tour of the engine room this afternoon and you hardly look like the type of girl that one would encounter in a steamship boiler room."
"What's with you and that good-looking mother of yours. I've noticed ever since you came aboard that she watches you like a hawk. One would almost think that she was a jealous wife or a mistress rather than a mother. Several people on board have mentioned it."
Jeff felt the telltale blush starting way down in his chest and rushing upward until his face flushed a bright red. He tried to turn away but not before Mary-Lou saw the embarrassed blush and realized that she had struck a nerve.
"So, it's true. She is having an affair with you. Well, I can hardly blame her. It would be asking too much of a saint to have a cocksman like you around the house and not take advantage of it. I can only envy her. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Now that I know, I'll make sure not to even look like I know you when she's around. I don't want to get you in trouble with her."
While they rested he loaded the camera for her and taught her how to use it. One circle of sunlight poured in through the porthole. She posed him so that this struck his cock and balls and then she took several pictures of his deluxe equipment for her memory book.
"I want pictures of it hard, too," she explained as she dropped to her knees and began to fondle his staff and balls. "My God, boy, you're hung like two grapefruit and a giant summer squash," she exclaimed as she stroked him to renewed erection. She licked up and down the length of his cock and around the head to try to speed up the process. Finally, she got up her nerve and tried to suck on it. In spite of a supreme effort, she could stretch her lips only wide enough to be able to take the swollen glans into her mouth. She gently massaged it with her lips and tongue while she stroked the seven inches or more she couldn't orally enclose with the cool fingers of one hand while the other teased and caressed his balls. It wasn't long until he was fully erected and ready to engage her anew.
"Wait! As anxious as I am to feel it inside of me again I've got to get some pictures of that monster, first. I just wish I had a ruler to hold next to it. The girls back home aren't going to believe this. If you can ever get away to pay me a visit you'll be the most popular man in Sunnyvale." She posed him carefully and took a half dozen different angles before putting the camera aside and stretching out flat on the deck. "I want a hard surface under me this time so that I can feel you crushing all the way into my belly."
She was still partly distended from their first encounter and he worked into her more easily now. While still a tight fit, this time her cunt felt like a cunt. And a very delightful one at that. When he was all the way in her to where her vaginal lips kissed his dangling balls, she threw her legs up around his buttocks and locked her ankles together. He pumped in and out of her with long powerful strokes now and she moaned appreciatively.
"Oh, my God, Jeff, I feel like a naked parachute top who got impaled on a flagpole. Fuck me, my shipboard lover, ram me good with that beautiful meat of yours. Oh, I love it. I'm just afraid that you are spoiling me to where no ordinary man can ever satisfy me again. If not, I'll probably have to make a dildo your size out of a fire hose nozzle. OH, JESUS, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU, ALREADY. FUCK ME FLAT, JEFF. I'M CUMMING TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK."
Jeff felt her cunt go through the muscular convulsions of climax time after time at two or three minute intervals as he pistoned in and out of her wide-stretched gash from tip to balls. She had just gone through her fourth orgasm when he felt his own approaching.
"Put your legs down and lock your ankles around mine and thrust it up tight to me. I want to feel that juicy cunt of yours pressed up tight to my cock when it bursts inside of you."
She responded instantly and soon was lifting her ass right off the deck trying to get every last millimeter of his huge prick into her belly. "Oh, yes, Jeff, this feels right. I want to feel you cum in my cunt. Maybe I can even cum again when I feel it. Shoot your hot jism clear down into my womb."
Jeff reached beneath her up-thrust buttocks and worked his middle finger all the way into her hairy ass-hole to lift her even higher onto his buried shaft. "Here I cum, ready or not," he warned her.
"YES. I CAN FEEL IT SHOOTING INTO ME AND NOW I'M GOING TO CREAM ALL OVER YOUR CUMMING COCK IN MY CUNT," she moaned as she turned on her crazy internal milking machine action again and pumped the very last dregs from his spent balls.
This time she didn't faint but lay moaning happily beneath him and covering his face with little kisses. "My God, what a lover! What an absolutely fucking you give a girl!" she kept gasping breathlessly.
"You're not exactly a dead-ass lay yourself, young lady," Jeff told her, returning her compliments. "I feel like I've been swallowed up in quicksand."
It was twenty minutes to five when they got dressed and prepared to return to deck. Mary-Lou cleaned his lips and face with cold cream and rubbed it briskly with a face towel to remove any traces of her lipstick. She suggested that they return to the public rooms separately, in order not to take any unnecessary chances. As he was preparing to leave, Mary-Lou threw her arms around him and exclaimed, "I've got to hug and kiss him good-bye before you take him away from me." She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and removed his limp cock which she proceeded to cover with kisses and little love nibbles. Getting to her feet she raised her skirts and rubbed that huge muff of fur up against his cock and crotch. She was getting hot again but Jeff had neither time nor energy enough left to do anything about it. As she pulled away he patted her furry mound and slipped a finger into the creamy interior. Then he replaced his prick in his pants, zipped his fly and prepared to leave.
"Just in case you can get away after she goes to sleep tonight, I'll be up on the boat deck between one and two a.m." She kissed him lightly and he left her to make his way up to the cocktail lounge.
This time it was Jeff who felt in need of a drink after a sex session. Mary-Lou had been a real wild piece of ass and had given him a sensational workout. He was happy that it had happened but still he felt pangs of guilt. It was the first time since he and his mother had begun providing each other with sexual satisfaction that he had cheated on her. He had always known that it would have to happen sooner or later but he still felt somewhat conscience-stricken over it. Perhaps a drink would help. He asked the bartender to recommend a cocktail for someone who was just learning to drink. The older man looked as though he didn't quite approve of the idea but suggested he try a whisky sour.
He had almost finished the first delicious drink when Vickie and her three bridge-playing friends walked in and took a large booth. They didn't see him at first having come in from the bright sunlight on deck to the subdued light of the bar. When they did, they signaled him to join them. He finished his drink and walked over to where they were sitting. Jeff stood beside the booth for a minute waiting for them to scoot in and make room for him. He saw Vickie staring at his pants. He resisted the temptation to look down.
"Jeff, where on earth did you get all that black hair over your nice white flannel slacks?" she asked, suddenly.
"Oh, they have this big black cat as a mascot down in the engine room and I was petting it," he remarked casually but sat down across from her and began brushing his lap.
"How did the bridge game go?" he asked to get the conversation back onto safe ground. "I know you haven't played in a long time, mom."
"Well, thank God for that!" one of the women replied. "She just about skunked us as it was. If it weren't for you I'd suspect her of being one of those shipboard card sharps they warn you about."
"Thanks for the compliment. I just happened to get the cards this afternoon," Vickie said, smiling. "Besides, I doubt that I could make expenses at a tenth of a cent a point."
Jeff was always proud of his mother and thought she was the most beautiful woman alive. Somehow, after his session with Mary-Lou this afternoon, Vickie suddenly looked a lot older to him. He tried to dismiss the thought from his mind as he ordered another double whisky sour.
After the other women left to dress for dinner Jeff suggested that they stay and have another drink or two. There was never any trouble convincing Vickie to have another. She was worried about him but he told her that he had to find out what it was like to begin to feel your drinks sometime. Now seemed an excellent time as far as he was concerned. He kept her in the bar for two more drinks. She admitted to having a slight headache from staring at cards so long and he suggested that perhaps one final drink before dinner might kill it. His real concern was to keep her here late enough that they would have to rush to dress for dinner and not have time for any lovemaking. If she discovered that he was temporarily unable to perform his lover's duties, her suspicions would surely be aroused.
The three-hour formal dinner was the social highlight of the day on board ship. Vickie was in high spirits. She had really enjoyed getting back into playing bridge and having a long session of strictly girl-talk with the other women. Jeff knew that she had missed her old friends. He ordered them a drink before dinner and Vickie celebrated her meager winnings by treating the entire table to wine with dinner. It was a superb meal, enjoyed in leisurely comfort amongst pleasant companions in a delightful atmosphere. This shipboard life was really getting to both of them.
After dinner Vickie's bridge-playing friends took them to the bar for an after-dinner brandy. The drinks were beginning to get to Vickie. Her speech was slurred and she listed noticeably to port when she walked. Jeff took her arm to brace her and walked her briskly three times around the promenade deck before suggesting that they take in the outdoor first-run movie. They never went to movies at home. The fresh air seemed to straighten her out but the picture soon unglued her.
When they left the movie Vickie insisted upon a few more drinks to calm her nerves.
Later, Jeff had to help Vickie back to their cabin. He heard her retching in the head. Surely, she would be in no mood or condition for any sexual activity tonight. Somehow, vomiting and screwing never seemed to go together. She came back into the cabin looking decidedly green around the gills and soon crawled, unsteadily, into her bunk. He undressed quietly and climbed up into the upper bunk, as if to go to sleep.
"Goodnight, mom. I hope you sleep well and feel better in the morning."
"Goodnight, dear. I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to have so much to drink. I hate to be a wet blanket to you. I'll be fine by morning."
"I'm sure you will. To tell you the truth I feel a little woozie myself. Guess I'll have to sleep it off, too."
Jeff lay very still and listened for his mother's breathing. The radium dial on his watch indicated that it was quarter to one. If she fell into a deep sleep perhaps he could keep that rendezvous on the boat deck with Mary-Lou. There was still one way he was anxious to try her and this might be the only shot he'd get at it. Ten minutes later, Vickie was snoring softly. The sleeping pill had taken effect. It seemed appropriate that he had watched her take it out of the same bottle she had bought to put him to sleep so that she could fuck him. Now he watched her take one of the same pills and waited for it to affect her so that he could sneak out and fuck another woman.
Mary-Lou was standing in plain sight by one of the boat davits smoking and waiting for him. She waved as he approached and flicked her cigarette over the side. Without a word she led him to a secluded section of the top deck and indicated a deck chair that someone had dragged here out of sight, probably for nude sunbathing.
She had on a loose-fitting camel's hair wraparound coat with a sash belt. He had taken the precaution of wearing black slacks so her hairs wouldn't show.
"There's nothing on under it, Jeff," she whispered to him as he snuggled beside her in the big deck chair. He undid the belt and spread the coat open. Those beautiful tits and that unbelievable muff of black cunt-hair looked even sexier in the moonlight. While he sucked on her resilient tits and massaged her furry mound she opened his fly and carefully removed his prick and balls and began to fondle them as if still not able to believe their immensity. He found her clit and rubbed and massaged it until she had her first orgasm. By now he was rock hard. He knew how he wanted her but wondered if it would be possible physically, even if she would stand still for the idea. Once her climax had passed, he lifted his mouth from her stiff nipples and suggested, "Turn over, Mary-Lou."
He could see the sudden look of shock and fear cross her face but with it was something akin to curious interest. Without a word she rolled over onto her stomach. Jeff lifted the tails of her coat to expose the firm ivory buttocks in the moonlight. He spread them with his hands and saw the heavily fur-fringed trench between them. Lowering his face to its center, he began to lick and suck at her hairy little ass-hole and to drive his tongue as deeply into its hot interior as he could. She began to squirm and thrust her anus up to him. When he finally thought that he had her built up enough to try it, he moved up and held the swollen knob of his cock against the tight little hair-fringed hole and pushed for all his might. He knew that he was hurting her and yet the anal penetration seemed utterly impossible. Just as he was about to give up, his eyes caught sight of a shiny tube on the near edge of a hatch cover. He could just barely reach it. It had obviously been forgotten by the secret sunbather. The tube was nearly half full of a greasy sun tan lotion. He rubbed it generously into and around the mouth of her tight rear stricture and then coated the head of his impatient cock with a liberal quantity of the ointment. He even rubbed some down the full length of his shaft. Hopefully, this might provide the much-needed lubrication.
Again he held his burning cock tip to the tiny opening and bore down heavily. Miraculously, he slid halfway into her soft hot rectum on the very first stroke. He spread her cheeks with his hands and urged another inch or so into her. Almost instantly the inner muscles relaxed and he was sliding in and out of her sweet ass easily and comfortably. It had been even easier than his initial full penetration of her pussy. Her brown rear tunnel accommodated him more readily than had her pink front one. Earlier he had thought that her cunt felt like his mother's ass-hole. Now, as he sawed in and out of her rear in the moonlight, he thought how much her loose-fitting ass felt like Vickie's cunt.
"Holy cow, Jeff, that's great! I never even knew you could do it this way. Is that beautiful prick of yours really in my ass or are you just getting into my cunt from the back? It seems strange but I can't tell the difference."
"It's really plugging your ass-hole, baby. I'm going to fuck you up the ass real good and cum all over your bowels. If you try real hard you can cum this way, too."
"I don't believe you, but it feels so good that I guess it might be possible. You're getting into me where no man has ever been before and I love it. OOOOOHHHHH, THAT FEELS GOOD. Oh, yes! Ass-fuck me real good, Jeff. I have to see if you can really make me cum by shoving your cock up my ass-hole."
She was humping up those buttocks to meet his every thrust into her, now, and moaning in ecstasy as he drove into the depths of her intestines. She was bucking like a horse now and Jeff had to get a firm grip on her hipbones to stay in the saddle. He knew that in her frenzy she wasn't trying to unseat him but rather to get him even further into her soft hot guts.
"Oh, God, Jeff, it's going to happen. I can feel it about to happen. You were right. I am going to cum just from you fucking me up the ass. Wow! Can you feel that? I'm flooding my cunt while you're plugging my ass. Do you intend to cum in there?" her voice left no doubt of her astonishment at what was happening to her.
"Yes, baby, I'm going to flush hot jism into your bowels any second now. Damn, but you've got a soft, hot ass. It rubs against my stiff cock like a velvet glove dipped in melted butter. Now! Feel it. Concentrate on it. I'm cumming deep inside your little ass-hole. Here!" He bore down upon her so hard that it almost collapsed the deck chair as he gushed his heavy juices deep inside of her rectum.
They lay there for a long time afterward, with his shrinking cock still embedded in her rear. At last it plopped out, siphoning some of the white fluids with it. He watched in the bright moonlight as they matted the unbelievable growth of lush black hairs around that lovely ass-hole of hers.
Jeff knew that Vickie would sleep through the night like a baby after having drunk so much. It was a little after two but he was in no rush to leave Mary-Lou. He might never have a chance to be with her again. Obviously, she felt the same way. She was bent over him now massaging his limp prick with the soft flesh of her breasts. She was an optimist, hoping to erect him again after the strenuous workout she had given that poor thing these past twelve hours. The tender caress of her woman flesh was soothing and before long he even began to twitch a bit. Perhaps there was one more shot left in the old gun after all. He guided her around to straddle his head, bracing her knees inside the arms of the deck chair and lowering that frightfully furry gash to his face where his mouth could reach the lovely pink slit while his hands fondled her dangling breasts as she lowered her own face to his nearly erect cock. She licked it lovingly, and, finally, with great effort, managed to get an inch more than just the head in her open mouth. She sucked voraciously on what portion of it she could get into her mouth and gently stroked the remainder of the shaft with her cool soft fingers. What he was doing to her own sex center spurred her on to even greater effort and soon she had managed to work still another inch of his huge prick behind her tender voracious lips and into the moist confines of her mouth while he licked and slurped and sucked at her open cunt above his face. She was playing with his balls beautifully now and, on a sudden inspiration, ran her middle finger up his ass-hole. He squeezed her tits almost violently now and dug his fingernails into the nipples as he latched his mouth onto her swollen clit and sucked and chewed on that sensitive little panic button. Her own mounting excitement sparked his and he pulled down on her tits as he thrust up with his hips driving his hot swollen cock ever deeper into her oral-chasm until he felt her shuddering orgasm hit her and this triggered his as he blew four separate spurts of hot jism into her mouth. She sputtered and some of it leaked out of her nostrils but she stayed right down on it until he had expelled the last drop. Then she raised up and began swallowing hard and licking the seepage off of her lips. She cocked her head as though trying to identify the flavor. Finally, she pulled her dripping gash off of his mouth and twisted around to sit beside him.
"That tastes good!" she exclaimed as though she had just made an impossible discovery. She moved into his arms and kissed him deeply while they tasted each other's sex juice on their lips. He sucked her tits one final time and ran his hands through that huge muff and then, without a parting word, she tied the belt of her coat and was gone. Jeff waited five minutes and then carefully checked his trousers and then descended to the promenade deck.
A few stragglers were still in the bar and he ordered a final double whisky sour to wash the smell of pussy from his lips and breath. He stopped in the well-lit men's room and carefully checked his dark pants for semen tracks. Finding none, he made his way back to the cabin he shared with his mother and sneaked quietly back into his bunk. Vickie was snoring as peacefully as when he had left over two hours before.