Bending forward over her, I asked, “Are there any other restrictions?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
“No, I can’t think of anything.”
“Good.”
I lowered myself until I plastered my lips on her dark red lips. Amy’s tongue met mine halfway and they charged back and forth from her mouth to mine and back. Her sweet perfume, although rather faint in the sea breeze, still added to my desire to fuck her.
When we broke the kiss to gulp in air, I twisted enough to kiss and suck her big breasts and Amelia seemed to like that. Since I have always been unusually attracted to breasts, so did I. As I extracted all of my cock except for the head from her ass, I sucked her tits like a baby nursing at its mother’s breast. Before long, she was breathing hard and muttering about cumming. Then she was quaking under me and I felt good just watching her cum.
I resumed stroking my cock into her anus. After her orgasm, her tight sphincter was not quite as tight anymore but it felt magnificent to keep banging into her precious ass. She pulled me down for a series of kisses that seemed to last forever as she swabbed my tonsils and I tried to do the same for her. She had been forced to let go of her ankles but I had captured them within the confines of my arms so she was still bent nearly doubled as I methodically drove my cock as deep as it would go into her bowels.
Several minutes later, having begun to rub my pubes against her clit to help get her back up the mountaintop, she began talking.
“Oh, yes, honey, that feels so good, keep it up, honey, I love it, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, I’m going to … I’m cummmmmmiiiinnnnggg!”
As her ring of muscle tightened around the base of my probe, I felt my balls contract and begin spitting my load of cum into her rectum. Her explosion seemed to be much stronger than the first one and my climax seemed to match hers, as jet after jet of sticky white sperm shot into her intestines. When the last drops had trickled out, I eased her legs out of my confining grasp and let them down on the mat, then lowered myself over her beautiful face, kissing her sweet lips until I could no longer support myself. Then, rolling to one side to lay beside her, she turned into my arms and we hugged each other for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of our joining.
I heard her stomach gurgle and she laughed.
“Come on,” she said, getting up and tugging at my hand. “Let’s go clean up and get something to eat. I want you to be strong enough to do it again later.”
I chased her down the stairs, playfully smacking her rolling buttocks with every step, loving the laughter she left in her wake.
I was surprised that, after our quick shower, she chose cold sandwiches for lunch but, since I’ve always liked sandwiches, that certainly met with my approval. We sat at the galley table and talked while we ate, one of her feet playfully maneuvering my flaccid cock while we talked.
After we had put away the few dishes we used, we went back on deck. I sat in the pilot’s seat to check the computer, which had us right on the money. Looking up at the filled canvas was hypnotizing for me, a sight that I never tire of. When Amelia squeezed in between my legs and sat back in my lap, I knew that was a feeling I would never tire of either. I held her big hooters for a long while as we watched the ocean floating by so calmly, the boat rocking gently on the low swells, the sails occasionally popping in pockets of light breeze.
Amy’s long reddish-brown hair was blowing in the wind and I sometimes got a few strands in my mouth as I kept my head next to hers. She’d reach up and pulled it to one side occasionally but I loved being that close to her. I could smell whatever shampoo or conditioner she used and it just added to the overall effect of being intimate with a soft cuddly woman. Of course I had a constant hard-on. I slid one hand down slowly between her legs and gently caressed her mound as we sat. Every few minutes she shivered as if she was having a mini-orgasm.
It seemed like we had been snuggled together for a half hour or more when she reached between her legs and pulled my probing cock down between her legs. Then she pushed it back upward and I felt it become engulfed in her warmth and wetness.
“Uh … honey, isn’t that …?”
“Yes, it’s in my pussy.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking.”
“Thinking what?”
“Thinking how … you’ve given me more … attention … already than my … husband has in the last year.”
“Oh? Maybe I shouldn’t be touching you.” I started to pull away my hand but she grabbed it and held it in place.
“No! I want it. I like it. I need it.”
“But you don’t have to give me your treasure.”
“See! That is why I want to.”
“Why?”
“Because you think of my pussy as a treasure. My husband just thinks of it was a place to get off.”
“But are you really sure?”
“Yes. I have been so silly. Now I want you to fuck me.”
Actually it was more like her fucking me. She pulled herself forward and then plopped back down my shaft, using the spoked wheel to pull herself up and then let gravity handle the next part. I kept my fingers where they were, sliding around her mound, slipping into the top of her crease, lightly teasing her protruding little bud. Her big breasts bobbed wildly as she “jogged” on my post. Twice she climaxed, her inner muscles grasping my cock in a vise-like grip.
When she could no longer pull herself up, she looked over her shoulder and asked, “Would you mind putting it back in my ass, honey? I liked that but I like getting it in the back better.”
I grinned devilishly. With my penchant for anal, no way would I mind such a request. I had never yet found a woman’s ass I didn’t want to fuck. We moved around to where Amelia could kneel on the steps up to the cabin deck. I soaked my cock in her cunt juices again and then eased into her anus, which was very relaxed and welcoming.
To the sounds of the waves gently breaking and the sails flapping in the breeze, I massaged her big tits and teased her clitoris while stroking my cock in and out of her hot ass hole. Her fingers sometimes reached back to touch my balls, all of which added up to a mind-blowing fuck. Twice more Amy climaxed before my balls spent their load of cum into her bowels.
After Amy brought a warm washcloth up and cleaned my cock off, she sat in my lap as I held her and we watched the calming water as the boat skimmed over the surface.
We had watched as the computer changed the sails and turned us onto the short second leg, then turned us once more for the long run home. Then Amy dropped beside me in the deck chair and began to run her fingers all over my naked body. If her purpose was to make me hard again, it worked. Again she magically produced the lubricant and slathered it on my erect penis before she straddled me cowgirl style and lowered herself around me, engulfing my cock back into her rectum.
Stroking my face tenderly, she said, “You probably think I’m some sort of anal freak, don’t you?”