Bo Zodeclown - Modeling Her Pleasures

Steve's cock was being clenched tightly in Ellie's spasming pussy, and he squeezed her ass cheeks while he rammed himself into her body unmercifully. His breath was coming in short pants through his nose. Then his balls emptied, and he moaned into her wet, hot mouth as his own orgasm splashed inside her tender, stretched cunt.

Both of their bodies were shaking from the passion they had just shared, and Ellie was unable to even raise her head off Steve's shoulder. He traced the line of her backbone with his finger until he came to the deeper valley between her two tight ass cheeks. His finger stopped at her tightly puckered anus and he pressed against it.

Ellie's voice was muffled against his neck. "If you think you can get that war club of yours up my ass, you're crazy. If you even think I'd let you try, you're going to lose your crew. You could kill a person with that cock of yours."

Steve chuckled. "I've always had a bit of trouble along those lines. It seems that females enjoy looking and touching, but very few want to really use it. I suppose it's a curse."

"I don't know about that Skipper, but it's going to be a long time before I'm going to be ready to try it again. I'm almost feel afraid to pull it out. My insides might come tumbling out, I feel so crushed up in there."

She straightened up slowly and looked at him with a smile. "It was fantastic though. I wouldn't have missed the chance to get that big son of a gun inside for the world."

She slowly raised up off of Steve's body and they watched his half erect cock slide out of her. There was almost a torrent of pale, white semen which came dribbling out after she raised up off of him completely.

Steve said, "Well crew, look at the mess you made of your Captain. What do you intend to do about that?"

She smiled wickedly. "I was afraid you might be a prude and just wash it off. Hell, you know what I want to do about it. I'm hungry for it right now."

Ellie quickly kneeled between his thighs, and, lowering her face, she began to lick his soaked, sticky crotch. Her tongue and lips disposed of all the traces of their mutual passion. Ellie loved the taste of his sperm as it had been mixed with her own juices and eagerly licked his balls and scrotum. She sucked his pubic hair until it was almost dry and then her eager mouth attacked his cock.

He didn't get a full erection this time, nor did she expect one. Simply feeling that huge, soft piece of male organ between her lips again gave her an erotic thrill.

At last she let it drop to his thigh and she raised up and smiled at him.

"I hope that'll be satisfactory, Captain, sir."

"Very nicely done. Seriously though, Ellie, I don't know quite what to say now. I mean, you're quite a surprise to me. I haven't had much experience with ladies as mature or as demanding and uninhibited as you are."

He was obviously a bit uneasy as to what she might expect from this relationship.

She smiled and said, "Don't let it bother you, Steve. I've been enjoying cock since my own brother screwed me at the tender age of eleven. I'm going to go right on enjoying it until the day they plant me. Hell, age is a state of mind, Steve. I'm as horny today as I was the day I married Buck. We were married nearly twenty years and he was ten years older than me. When he slowed down, he used to help me get rid of my frustrations by allowing me to have one night stands with fellas we'd meet, that we both liked. He understood and it didn't effect our marriage a bit. This cruise will be a nice experience for both of us, I figure. You got a cock that needs an experienced woman on the end of it. You're not going to get it in my cunt very often, but I'll try to make it feel good anyway. Think you can stand that?"

Steve smiled broadly and hugged the charming vamp to him. "Hell. Ellie, you're more woman than any man has a right to. I can't believe how lucky I am to have a crew like you."

Ellie kissed him and got up and shrugged into her robe again. He quickly put his under shorts on and they sat and enjoyed the night air a moment.

She said, "You know, we're going to have to be a little careful with Sandy around. She's a pretty smart little thing and I doubt that there's much that she misses. She even told me this afternoon that she was glad I was aboard, because her Daddy needed an older person to talk to when she wasn't around. That's what I was talking about when I told you at dinner that you didn't really have to worry too much about her becoming too possessive. She's really surprised me."

Steve stood up. "Well keep an eye out for her. I don't think she'll suspect anything. If you're not worried, then I think I'll relax and enjoy the cruise home. Right now I think I'd better take my battered body in and put it to bed. We're leaving here in about nine hours."

Ellie got up and quickly embraced him and then stepped to the hatch. "Thank you for the special attention, Skipper. I'll meet you on the poop deck right after reveille."

They both went below, and after glancing at the sleeping Sandy, went to their own cabins.

Steve lay in his bunk and felt a calm relaxed peace come over him that he hadn't felt in years. He smiled at the unsuspected fountainhead of sexual need Ellie represented. Yes sir, it was going to be quite a cruise, he thought.

The Lucky Gal sailed out of the quiet, beautiful harbor the next morning. Ellie and Sandy were both excited, and as far as Steve could tell, Sandy did not suspect what had happened the night before. Ellie had only made one passing comment to him about a tenderness in her crotch, and then there had been nothing more said. Steve settled down to the task of navigating and sailing the boat. Only a very good crew and boat would be able to make the nearly nine-thousand mile trip in the month that he had estimated. He planned to sail nearly north from Bali to pass between Borneo and Celebes, then cut in a more easterly direction to pass under the southern tip of the Philippine Islands. He hoped to make it to the Marianas Islands before dropping anchor again. That would be a trip of over twenty-four hundred miles alone. From there he intended to head straight for Hawaii, thirty-six hundred miles away, and then after laying over a couple days, going to San Francisco, which would be another twenty-four hundred miles.

Their wind held strong and he passed beneath the Philippine Islands four days later and steered a more easterly course then. Sandy and Ellie didn't really have much to do after the salon was straightened and the meals were taken care of. They all three wore the minimum amount of clothing, and their bodies tanned a rich, dark brown. The nights were calm enough to provide good sleeping, and at no time did they hit any bad weather. Ellie took her turn at the wheel as did Sandy. It was an idyllic trip for the first week out.

On the afternoon of the eighth day, the wind slacked off and by sunset, the ocean looked like glass, with the exception of the endless swell and undulation. After spending three hours of sitting in the heat, Steve tied off the wheel and went below to eat with the girls. They enjoyed their meal, and Ellie sat and talked with him as Sandy cleaned away the dishes. Steve had grown to appreciate the fine mind this woman had, and her experience and wisdom was a daily joy. Steve knew that Sandy had developed a deep love for Ellie, and that it was returned by the older woman.

Steve finally went out on deck and prepared to keep watch until midnight. He sat in the night air and listened to the music coming from the salon. Sandy had a large collection of tapes that she enjoyed playing on her battery operated cassette player. Fortunately for the adults, Sandy preferred the folk ballads and easy listening type music. It lent a homey touch to the evening, Steve thought.