Chapter 11
Julie leaned over the rail of the yacht, looking out to sea, but she didn't see the waves and the whitecaps, or the distant boats, or even the few fish jumping out of the water in front of the boat. Her sea-blue eyes were closed, and she clutched the rail as the cock raced deep into her pussy from behind.
The sailor was taking her with long, potent strokes that built her desires to the breaking point. His hands rested on the rail on either side of her body and held her firmly in place. Julie shivered in delight as the friction of the cock fucking her with those deep, wonderful swells reached ever deeper into her pussy. She tossed her head and sent a long banner of blonde hair fluttering on the wind in her face.
"Oh, yes, so good. Do that some more," she sighed as he reached up and cupped her breasts. His fingers worked against the hard nubs of her nipples. New erotic joy sizzled within her body as he kept adding more and more stimulation to their fucking.
The wind and sun, the sea and the rocking of the boat, the feel of his hands all over her titties and, most of all, the deep-thrusting prick that promised to Julie to the brink of orgasm.
"Never seen a woman so beautiful," the man whispered in her ear before nibbling at the lobe. "Never felt one so tight around my pecker, either."
"You're so big," Julie gasped out. Her body quaked like a leaf in a high wind now. She felt the hot flush spreading from her well-fondled tits up to her shoulders and neck.
Her breath came faster, in tempo with the prick sliding in and out of her from behind. The lewd squishing noise of that cock leaving her pussy and then surging back sounded louder to her than anything else except the pounding of her own heart.
"So close, so close to cumming," she whispered. Her breath rattled in her lungs and tensed every time she felt his thick plug of man flesh spreading the taut walls of her drooling pussy. Lubricants squirted out around that piston of pleasure and tickled down the insides of her thighs.
Julie lifted her face to the sun and closed her eyes tightly, concentrating only on the heat within her loins.
The cock. The man's tongue sliding in and out of her shell-like ear. His hands crushing her titties flat.
Julie came. Hard.
He pulled her back closer to his body, her ass cheeks fitting perfectly into the curve of his groin. His prick slid even deeper into her and stayed until her orgasm died down. Then he got down to fucking her even faster and harder.
"So much to take, so big in me, so hot! You're burning me up!" she cried. Words tumbled and jumbled in her throat. Julie had thought her cum would be the end of it. But the sailor had other ideas. He fucked her faster and harder than ever before, re-igniting her lust with more fire than before.
He bent his knees and stroked upward into her tight passage with enough force to lift the blonde off her feet. She balanced precariously on the rail, feeling the thick cockhead expanding deep inside her.
Then the man erupted, his dick blowing apart as jism spewed forth from deep in his tumbling balls.
"Whew, you wore me out," he said, stepping back. His erection died slowly, drooping a little, and then going to sleep between his legs.
Julie gave a big sigh. Her boobs rose and fell as she did, catching the sailor's attention. She wanted to get him excited again. She wanted to fuck again. The sea air, the boat, the man's big prick, all of it turned her on in a big way.
"Maybe I can do something to interest you?" she asked, stepping forward and reaching out. She stroked up and down the limp length and felt faint stirrings of lust. Encouraged, the blonde went down on the man. Her eager mouth sucked in his cock and her tongue worked all over the tip.
She caught a trace of the salty, tangy jizz and this spurred her on. The sexy blonde woman sucked and kissed and licked the thick tube until it was jerking and quivering, trying to get erect again.
"No boner," he said sadly. "Too soon. I think we need to relax and rest a few minutes before getting it on again."
"What do you mean?" Julie caught something in what the man was saying that excited her. He wasn't suggesting they simply lay in the sun, their naked bodies soaking up the rays. This was something else.
"Let me throw the sea anchor out," he said. "The boat'll not drift now."
"So?" she asked, getting the idea, but wanting him to tell her for sure what he had in mind.
He stepped up and kissed her. Their mouths locked together. For a second, Julie resisted. This wasn't what she wanted. Then she let her lips part slightly. Her tongue darted out and touched his. Soon, their tongues were dancing back and forth, arousing their passions to the point she felt his cock rising between them.
She reached down to grab it, to stroke along its warm fleshy length and get him fully hard again. He caught her wrist and kept her from giving him a hand job.
"Let's go swimming," he said with a grin. Before Julie could say a word, he lifted her and the pair of them plunged over the side and into the ocean.
Julie hit the water and kicked her long, bare legs to break the surface. She tossed her head and got the hair out of her eyes. She tread water and slowly turned in a full circle to find the sailor.
He was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you?" she called. Before Julie could really panic about losing her lover, she felt something brush against her leg. Thinking it might be a shark, she panicked. The blonde flailed around, her arms and legs kicking up a lot of foam on the gently tossing waves. Then she found herself caught up and pulled along slowly away from the boat.
She would have gone ballistic except for the quivering, hot tube she felt poking into her buttocks from underneath. Julie let her slender white legs part, and the hot shaft of man meat slid upward and along her outer pussy lips. She shivered and relaxed, giving herself over fully to the man swimming under her in the water.
He surfaced, blowing water from his mouth.
"You pulled out," she accused. "Get back where you belong!"
He laughed and dived. She tried to see where he went-she failed. But Julie felt him. Again, he came in from behind her. Her legs parted as he drifted upward, his cock pushing aside her outer labia this time. She shivered at the erotic touch.
The sailor came up from the depths under her, his hands reaching around to hold her in place as his cock moved farther and farther into her pussy. His buoyancy lifted her up partly out of the water and permitted his prick to slid even deeper into her.
Julie closed her eyes and floated, filled with hot cock and enjoying the bobbing sensation. It was peaceful, gentle and relaxing.
Then he began fucking in and out faster, sending tingles of electric warmth throughout her belly. His hands roved over her body, and they rose and fell faster on the waves. She still floated-but now it was more like soaring.
She took a full eight inches of prick up her drooling pussy and felt as if all weight had been erased from her body. Gasping, twisting, every movement turned her on even more.
"Faster, do it faster. I want you to fuck me till I burn!" she cried. She used her hands to hold herself face up in the water. Floating on her back as she was kept him under her. This had to change, because he could not reach around to give her what they both wanted so fervently.
He slid from her pussy, and Julie thrashed around a moment, her cunt hungry and hollow. She didn't even have time to protest before the man circled her and came at her from the front. Treading water, they moved closer until their arms circled the other's body.
He sank balls-deep into her as she floated backward. Her long legs locked around his waist and held them firmly together as they bobbed on the water.
"The ocean's doing the fucking for us," he said. "We don't have to move. Let the waves do all the work."
"Work? You think fucking is work?" She tried to sound angry, but the feel of his long shaft of hot fuck stick within her tensed pussy robbed her words of their effect. She was too thrilled with the sensation to really protest.
The waves carried them up to a crest, then slid them down. All the while they floated, they remained firmly joined, cock in cunt. He wasn't moving. He didn't have to, because the ocean was moving their bodies and giving her sensations un-like anything she had ever experienced.
Julie had heard about East Indians who could maintain an erection for hours. They would stick it into a willing pussy and both would sit motionless. She had never understood why that was more fun than all-out, fast and hard fucking. Now she was getting the idea of what she had been missing.
Different feelings grew within her. The cock remaining as a hot presence but not driving her wild with passion as it fucked in and out was unique. Yet, she didn't miss the hard stroking because of the way their bodies rose and fell on the waves. She was floating, and the lust within her mounted.
It was simply a different set of stimulations working on her. The water was warm and soothing. The feeling of losing all her weight while fucking pushed her ever higher in her desires. And the way the sailor's hands roved over her body, finding all the right places to touch and tease and stroke and torment excited her more than words.
She was gasping as tension mounted within her lush body.
"Need something more to push me over the top," she sputtered. "Do it. Fuck me hard."
"Wait, just wait. It'll happen. Relax and enjoy," he urged.
"Can't relax. The feeling of your prick inside me is too much. You stretch me all out of shape you're so big. Use it. Fuck me good!"
Julie fought a little, trying to get him moving. Yet, the heat within her was both soothing and exciting. She had never felt her lust mount this way before. It was like she had become a wave in the ocean, growing larger and larger as it rushed toward a distant beach. Yet she was liquid and things could pass through her.
When she reached that beach, she let out a cry of stark ecstasy that rocked her. And as she began moving, so did the man and his buried cock. He gripped her hips to keep her in place and started slipping in and out faster and faster.
She felt as if she surfed, riding the crest of a wave. And the beach she headed for was orgasm. Julie kicked her legs and bent and twisted in the water, getting more of his cock into her body with every move. He found the right tempo and began pushing her up and up and up toward the ultimate in human pleasure.
The carnal heat burned at her guts, spreading from her pussy and going throughout her belly. Then it moved up and poured liquid fire into her lungs. Her tits expanded as excited blood pumped into them. And she was past the point of no return.
The cum sent Julie spinning about in the water. The man managed to follow, fucking hard the entire time. She rolled in the water like a sexy fish and he kept pumping in and out of her. The floating and the water and the feel of his cock stroking so eagerly into her wanton cunt gave her the biggest orgasm ever.
Julie was never quite sure if the sailor got his rocks off, too. She thought so. She had been too caught up in her own rampaging emotions to notice. But from the expression on his face, he wasn't complaining.
"I've never felt a cum last that long. It took forever to hit me and when it did, it never let go," she said. "This is fun!" She splashed water in his direction, then dived like a fish and swam toward him.
Her fingers gripped and she caught a hairy leg. Tugging, she pulled him underwater. They kissed for a few seconds and parted, breaking the water and playing like two dolphins. Slowly, their play became more intense and both reached the point where they needed sexual release.
Again, Julie experienced the sexual high of the slow rise and fall of the waves with a feverish pillar of quivering cock hidden away in her needy pussy.
She had never savored fucking in the water like this before-and she wanted to do it over and over!
And she did.