Still at Sea (L)

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When I woke up, my husband was already in the shower. After a while, he emerged with an absolute hard-on.

“Why the stand-up,” I asked curiously.

“Oh, that means that I want a solid blow job, and I bet there’s no one better at that than you!”

I was flattered, as I love giving him head and don’t even care if I’m in the mood for sex or not. “Come over here,” I said as I sat my naked body on the bed. He moved like lightning to position himself in front of me and align his cock with my face. I grabbed hold of it and started to rub it up and down till his precum started oozing. That’s when I swallowed him whole.

He threw his head back. “Oh, you’re so good at this!” He moaned as I held the base and pressed hard, getting a great blob of precum to form on his tip. I worked my mouth over his cock head as the precum made his shaft slippery as ever. Bobbing for a while, I ran my fingers over his balls before gently taking each one in my mouth. I then lifted his hardness upward, and sliding down a little, I made good of flicking my tongue below his balls close to his ass hole. It’s a very sensitive spot for a man, especially if his shaft is sliding all over your face.

After working him up a bit, I came back towards his shaft and, with a fast momentum, I let my mouth do the trick. I swallowed him fully and then pulled back, shifting my attention towards his swollen head. He loved it when I tightly closed then relaxed my mouth a few times, like biting down with my lips and letting up while sucking him at the same time. Then I took the base of his shaft and held it firmly as my tongue flicked on his little tip which was oozing all the time. I pushed the shaft first toward my inner cheek and then towards the other cheek before swallowing it whole again. His cock hit the back of my throat as I felt droplets of warmth going down.

Once again, I pulled it out and started a slippery masturbation session in front of my mouth, rubbing his shaft vigorously. It wasn’t enough. I inserted it back into my mouth and started to twist and twirl over his whole cock. I did about everything in the book before he started saying, “Oh yeah, I can’t take it anymore. Release my seed!”

Instead, I pressed hard on his shaft, preventing him from shooting! He was going crazy! Realizing he couldn’t hold on longer, I pulled his cock free as he shot his sperm wildly all over my open mouth, hair, and face. He drenched my naked body as his hot cum dripped all over, and then he just collapsed on top of me, pushing me down onto the bed. I was soaked but thoroughly enjoyed the “breakfast run,” as he called it.

We embraced. This trip was for fun-time, and thus far we had mostly done oral sex. He loved it, and I adored it. It fulfilled his needs and my tummy had enough semen. It tasted like lemon juice mixed with sugar. All the same, it was a taste I adored.

We dressed for breakfast, and as we were going to spend time on deck afterward, I went a bit skimpy with a frilly dress that covered my bare breasts. I planned on going topless again. I didn’t deem it necessary to put on a pantie either, as my dress would comfortably cover my vagina. For the morning, I would only undo the front of the dress so that my tits would be nicely exposed to the fresh sea air. At the same time, my pussy could feel the freshness too.

We had our breakfast. I was a bit careful about how I sat, but to my amazement, I noticed many other women were pantiless too and not as cautious. It seemed there was no taboo against it here, and everybody was laughing and joking. We left the dining area and went up to the deck. As we got to the top, a gust of wind lifted my dress and there I was, exposed, not having shaved in four days and showing off a tinge of brownish-blonde.

Quickly finding a beach stretcher, my husband helped me along firmly, laid me on my back, and opened my top buttons to expose my pink nipples. He found another stretcher and made himself comfortable at my side. We just lazed around and drifted off to sleep; we were very tired.

After a while, he got up, and something crossed his mind. “Girl, I’ll help you into the pool and lead you into that shadowy corner,” he whispered.

“And then?” I asked.

“If you say yes, I am going to fuck you standing up,” he whispered.

I didn’t waver as I took his hand. We played it like a prank, pretending he was going to throw me into the pool with my clothes on. I squealed as he walked down the steps into the water instead, holding me in his arms. When we got to the corner where the visibility was lessened by the angle of the sun, he lowered me to my feet and helped push my hem under the surface. To anyone looking, we seemed to just smooch a bit, but nobody seemed to care. In reality, his cock was already in my pussy. He pushed against me, hard and deep, barely moving as I rubbed my clit surreptitiously. I could feel the heat rising in me as I began to shudder. Suddenly it happened. I felt a kind of gel fill me up as a huge orgasm hit me. Gripping his cock with tightly crossed legs, I let every bit of sperm empty into me.

We had to get out quickly before his cum started leaking from my pussy. We knew from experience that it forms something like flakes in the water that would give the game away. He lifted me onto the edge of the pool, then clambered out beside me. We managed to leave the deck area and walk back to the cabin, the skirt of my wet dress clinging to my thighs. Only then did I noticed semen dripping down my legs. This was another treat for me, as I scooped some up for myself before offering my husband his cream pie.

Now safely in our cabin, my husband spent some time between my legs, enjoying his treat for a little while before we both decided to shower away the stickiness on us. Afterward, I just flopped down naked on the bed. He came around and lay down beside me, also starkers. We had no intention of having sex again as were both drained of our juices, so laying next to one another, we just played with each other’s sexual “tools.” He rubbed and massaged my breast and occasionally dipped a finger into my pussy. It felt so lovely just to play with one another. I twisted my fingers back and forth around his semi-erect cock and stroking his pubic hair while he rubbed my clit gently, wetting his fingers with saliva from his mouth.

Before we realised it, we started to get hot, and my pussy once again yearned for penetration. I thought, “Fuck, this is madness,” as I held his large erection in my hand. We still had about an hour before dinner and I could no longer contain myself—the tension had just built up too high! I quickly took the easy way out, signaling him to come over me and do what we did best in old times. There was no time for lovemaking, only a solid hardcore fuck as he climbed on top of me and started a barrage. His ass moved up and down, and I gave him some extra assistance by swiveling my bum with force from side to side.

“Ooooo,” I shouted, “harder, please,” as he planted his cock deep inside.

Then came the scream of pleasure he was waiting for as he panted, “Aah. Ahh. Oooooh, I am going to SHOOT.”

I gasped, “I’m ready. Shoot… NOW!” As I spasmed, I felt a hot load inside my body, squirting left and right. It leaked out of my pussy and down onto my ass.

We lay still for a while before he said, “Just wipe off and dress. Let’s go for dinner.”

Knowing this would be our last night at sea—we called it Sea of Sex—made us a little sad, so we determined to get the most out of it. As we were a bit early for dinner, we went strolled through the various shops then stepped into the lounge for some dancing. As usual, I was very scantily dressed. My boobs were almost hanging out of the low-cut neckline; it exposed just about half. My husband was proud of me and found me very tempting. We went onto the dance floor and snagd got very daring. He held me close with one hand on my shoulder, but the other hand snuck between us, under my short skirt, and into my pussy. For the third time that day, I could feel his cock grow as hard as a rock. After just a moment, we separated and did some loose dancing before we went off to dine.

Throughout dinner, I could feel his feet twitching my pussy under the table; that’s his style. We were the only two people seated at our corner table, so with caution, we could have some sexy play. I lifted my foot up towards his cock, and found his boner as hard as a rock. He loosened his zipper slightly to expose just his cock head, and things started turning wild. I pretended to drop something and went under the table, gifting him with a few hard sucks that drew a mouthful of seminal fluid. Quickly, I was back in my seat, and he slipped his cock back into his pants.

“Love,” he said, “tonight is our last night on this ship. Having cum twice already, it’s going to be a long, drawn-out session when we get back to the cabin. Think you’re prepared?”

“I don’t care,” I laughed, “I know that you’re going to take ages to cum, so bring it on. I am ready, even if I don’t orgasm!”

We finished our dinner and went back to the cabin. Practically before the door had closed, we were naked and I went down on all fours. He thrust his rod deep inside, dazing me, and ground me at different angles, stretching my vagina walls and then closing them up. Then he positioned his cock in such a way that it rubbed my clit, oozing precum onto it. He carried on for fifteen minutes, trying an upward penetration until I finally dropped from exhaustion.

I rested a while before he led me to a desk-height table, placed a pillow on it, and had me sit on it. I put my hands back for support as my pussy hung over the edge of the pillow, whereupon he started to suck me, extracting every bit of juice he could. Then he straightened up, and I lay back fully as he brought his cock to my mouth. I started to suck with the magic touch I have.

He was sweating as I twisted and turned my mouth around his cock. I let him mouth fuck me and gave him a couple of good deepthroats before he took his cock from my mouth and aligning it with my pussy still hanging over the pillow. He started a fuck like I had never experienced before. It was slow, deep, and gentle, lasting over twenty minutes He brought me to the point of orgasm, and I felt him swell as well.

Next, he lifted me off the table, laid me on the floor, and got us into a 69 position. He stayed on top, resting on his elbows and lowering his cock into my mouth and he stuck his face into my pussy. We enjoyed one another’s genitals as the heat built up. He was fucking my mouth with urgency, but suddenly, he stopped and reversed our positions. At that point, I could take it no longer. I quivered and shook as I started cumming, releasing juices onto his face. I felt a massive cum shot in my mouth, and as I was trying to hold on, some went down my throat. The rest just flowed onto my chin. I collapsed and fell off to sleep, only to wake the next morning in a heap of semen. He just kissed me, licking off what was left. Then we showered quickly, packed our bags, and made for the gangplank.