Bo Zodeclown - Modeling Her Pleasures

Ellie looked into his face and said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Careful now, you don't want to go getting any ideas, Skipper. We've got a long trip to make together and I'm a virtuous old maid."

"Oh hell, Ellie, you know what I mean. My God, you're old enough to be… " he suddenly stopped and was extremely embarrassed. He hadn't meant to make a remark about her age.

Her voice reassured him instantly.

"I know, old enough to be your mother? Well, Skipper, I'm fifty-five years old and I feel like twenty-five. I know I'm a bit rough around the edges, but that comes with spending so many years with Buck, I suppose. But, you'd be surprised at the offers I get."

"Thanks for not taking my head off for my stupidity. After seeing you in that dress and dancing with you Ellie, I wouldn't be at all surprised at your popularity. Before I cause a mutiny, how about all of us going back to the boat so we can get a good night's sleep. Sandy looks a little bleary-eyed sitting there trying to look sophisticated."

"Okay Skipper. I guess it is past her bedtime. But, as far me, I could dance all night and still set sail on the morning tide."

"I bet you could, but I can't. I ache all over from loading stores and all that gear. That's the first time I did it without help, not that you and Sandy didn't do your part."

She chuckled and ran her strong hand up his back. "If you'd like I could give you a good rubdown after we get back. I used to do that for Buck, and he claimed I could create miracles with my hands." There was tone to her voice that Steve couldn't quite identify.

They gathered up Sandy and left the club house. The sky was clear and star studded, and there was a soft sea breeze fluttering the rigging of the moored boats along the dock. The tinkling sound of metal striking metal made it sound like wind chimes, and Steve loved it. He fixed himself a night cap and stretched out on the rear bench seat to enjoy the night. The girls went below and bustled around preparing for bed. The gentle breeze and the night sounds soon lulled Steve to sleep, and he slipped into a fanciful dream of E]lie and he dancing on the dock, the heady aroma of her perfume making him lightheaded. He and Ellie danced and pressed closely together. He could feel her body warmth and the massage of her thigh between his legs. He suddenly realized that this woman was getting him excited and that his cock was swelling.

Steve awoke with a start. His dream was not caused entirely by the night and the drinks he had consumed. Ellie was sitting on a small stool next to where he was lying. He didn't completely open his eyes, and, instead of letting Ellie know he was conscious, he kept still. Ellie's strong sure hand was now gently massaging his upper thigh. Her perfume was still stimulating him, and the touch of her hand near his groin was causing him to get harder and harder. At first he thought she was only being kind and was rubbing some of the sore muscles he'd mentioned earlier, but when she finally grasped his cock through his trousers, he knew she had other ideas.

She squeezed his cock and he felt it grow even larger. He was sure that when she discovered how large he was, she'd become frightened and stop. His large erection had been the cause of more frustration than satisfaction. Christine had been one of the few women he'd ever met who could accommodate him without great pain to her tender organs. She'd bitterly cursed him on their honeymoon, until he finally stretched her cunt with his large tool, and then she'd settled down to simply enjoying his large cock.

Ellie was now completely aware of the huge dick she had awakened. Steve felt her breathe raggedly, and then he felt and heard his zipper being opened. Within a few moments Ellie's hand reached in and with infinite care not to disturb him, she managed to free his erection, which stared up into the heavens.

An awestruck Ellie softly swore in admiration. "My God, what a beautiful monster that is."

Steve almost smiled at her reaction. He never considered his cock anything more than an unfortunate prank by Mother Nature. Apparently Ellie found it a challenge and attractive instead of distasteful.

"Skipper, there's no way you can still be asleep. There can't be enough skin left to cover your eyes, it's all down here now. If you want to keep pretending you're asleep, you can, but you may as well get the most out of this. I sure intend to." Her voice was low and husky with emotion.

Steve opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Ellie, I told you I was worried about my virtue. What brought this on?"

Ellie was no longer dressed in the attractive green dress. She was barefooted and her hair was now softly falling around her face. She was wearing only a light cotton robe that rippled in the evening breeze and, outlined various parts of her body.

"I felt this monster while dancing and I was sure that before this cruise was over I'd have to see it. I just figured that if you're going to object, I'd rather have you throw me off the boat now rather than a thousand miles at sea. I am what you might call an affectionate sailor, Steve. I was hoping that this cruise might be even more enjoyable for the both of us, if you had no strong objections."

"Ellie, you're shameless. Do you always act as a seductress, or am I really something special?"

She smiled and her hand slowly pumped his cock. She could barely get her hand around it, it was so swollen now.

"Well, Buck and I always had a pretty full sex life. I'm not ashamed of what I like. When you made that crack about me being old enough to be-you know what-I figured you'd probably stick to your own bunk for the whole cruise. I finally decided it was up to me to show you the error of your ways. I do think you're something special though. I think I can read people pretty well, Steve."

She stopped talking, and, looking over her shoulder, she said, "The docks are deserted and we're leaving anyway. I'm not concerned if someone does see us, but just to minimize things, would you care to step into my cabin or yours?"

"I don't give a damn who comes out here, but inside we have Sandy to worry about. Unroll the awning and latch the hatchway. She's probably out like a light anyway, but just in case. I'm afraid seeing her old man strapping on the crew would be a bit much for her to understand."

Ellie grinned and quickly took care of matters. While she was busy, Steve kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks and shirt. As he stood up to remove his pants, Ellie came up to

"Let me Skipper. I get my kicks undressing my men."

She kneeled in front of him and quickly opened the top button. His pants fell to the deck and without wasting any further time, she pulled his shorts away from his body and down to join his trousers.

She sucked in her breath and moaned softly as she looked at his nude organ. The cock staring at her was a good nine inches long and at least six inches in circumference. The head was a shining knob that she saw was exuding a drop of seminal fluid. She quietly leaned forward and licked it off. Her tongue rolled the male juice around her mouth, and she looked up at him.

"You better get comfortable, Skipper. I'm going to suck this big bastard until his two little brothers are drained dry."

She was rolling his large nuts around in their hair-covered skin sack. She again licked off another bead of fluid and said, "Yes indeed, you better lay down before you fall down, Skipper."

Steve made himself comfortable on the thick-padded seat that was nearly three feet wide and stretched clear across the back of the boat.

Ellie stood up and looked intently at his face. She said, "I don't know if I can take that monster in my pussy, Steve, but I'm dying to taste it. You won't mind if I blow you first, will you? You're not the kind of guy who has any hang-ups about oral love I hope. I'm afraid I'm hooked on it."