“Mmm, Baby.” Marsha moaned softly, “do you like that? Do you like the way I lick your cock, and suck it? Do you like the way I taste your pre-cum? God, I love sucking your cock! It makes me so horny, I want to play with myself! I’m finger-fucking my cunt, right now!”
Brian gasped deeply, her sultry and suggestive words getting him more and more excited, and his cock even harder than it had been. She was being a slut, his slut, and he loved it. Marsha started to take as much of Brian into her mouth as she could without swallowing him down her throat. She knew that if she did deep-throat him, she’d want to keep him there until he filled her belly with his cum. He’d taste so good, but it wouldn’t get the boat’s deck covered in their juices.
“God, yes, Marsha! Lick me! Lick my hard cock! Suck me off, and make me spurt!” Brian repeated. as he leaned back enough to observe her fingers deep between her legs. The vision in his mind of her masturbating almost made him cum with lustful want. “Play with yourself, Girl! Show me your beautiful pussy, full of your fingers, as you make yourself cum!” he howled.
Denise was struggling to keep from swallowing Ted’s cock too, and Marsha’s lust-fulled dialogue wasn’t helping. Like her friend, she had three fingers in her cunt, and was desperately teasing her clit as she strived to push the light tingle in her pussy to that point where it swept through her entire body. Between her masturbation, the taste and texture of her boyfriend’s cock between her lips, and Marsha’s wicked and suggestive descriptions, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She began to groan as her climax threatened to claim her, the vibrations running from her vocal chords directly into Ted’s highly-stimulated erection. The more she groaned, the closer he got to his own orgasm.
“God, Denise, you suck cock so good!” Ted howled. “Suck me hard! Make me go off, Baby! Pump the jizz outta me! Shit, Girl, I’m gonna . . . “ and the last word shot out of him as the first rope of his sticky white goo began its journey up the length of his throbbing shaft, “. . . C-U-U-U-M-M-M!”
Denise felt Ted’s initial spurt hit the back of her mouth, and it was all she could do to overcome her instinct to suck and swallow every drop of Ted’s seed. Reluctantly popping him out of her mouth, she began to violently pump and pull on his gushing cock, the sperm flying everywhere. She refused to give up that first steamy rope, though, instead swallowing it slowly and savouring its taste and texture, while watching the rest of Ted’s load burst forth from his twitching cock. He sprayed his spunk all over the deck, moaning and groaning at the power of his climax. Denise had sucked him off, and it flooded his every sense. Between the sight of Ted’s cum shooting through the air, the throbbing twitches from his cock, and the friction she exerted on her own pussy, Denise went over the edge herself, her orgasm racing through her entire body. As she continued to rub herself in an attempt to maximize her pleasure, Denise felt something hot and wet dribble from her crotch, then another similar burst sprayed over her hand, followed by two more, each one stronger than the previous. She mewled loudly at the joy and ecstasy of her own self-induced orgasm.
With one boy now recovering from his first orgasm, and Denise still lost in the thrill of hers, Marsha became even more turned on. She began to stroke Brian’s cock while still lathering him with her lips and tongue. Even the taste of his pre-cum excited her. What she really wanted to experience was the sight of Brian shooting off while that tingling in her crotch swept up and through her.
“Baby, let me see you cream,” Marsha encouraged her boyfriend, “let me feel this beautiful cock twitch, and jerk, and cum! Oh God, Baby! My cunt’s starting to tingle! Oh yes! I’m going to make myself . . . C-U-U-U-M-M-M!”, and suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up to a sensual and sexual plateau that she’d never been to before. She felt the waves of pleasure take her, possess her, and capture her very essence.
Brian felt overwhelmed by the orgasmic melee surrounding him. First Ted, then Denise, and now Marsha. Each one had attained a climax that called to him, begged him, pleaded with him to join the other three. As hard as he might resist, there was no hope that their fate would ignore him. He felt that familiar tension in his groin, the pressure at the base of his shaft, the tell-tale twitches in his cock, as Marsha stroked him, even as her own climax raced through her. He gazed down at his trembling, shaking girlfriend, herself caught up in the thrill of her cum. The sight of Marsha stroking and sucking his cock, the wicked understanding that she had gotten to her own orgasm through self-pleasuring, and the sounds around him were all it took. He couldn’t have turned back from the oncoming release if his life depended on it.
“Marsha! God, Baby, I can feel it! So close! Do it to me, Girl! Make me cream!” Brian wailed loudly, the pressure of his ejaculation now intense enough that he could almost feel the slow progression of his semen up the length of his cock-shaft. With a final push from his groin, his first rope of boiling hot cum burst from his hole, spurting past Marsha’s shoulder, and landing on the deck, to mingle with Ted’s deposits. Brian screamed lustfully as stream after stream blasted out of his cock, pumped, pulled, and persuaded by Marsha as she tried desperately to maintain some focus on the pulsing man-meat in her hand. Just like Denise, she found the sight of his spurting spunk thrilled her, driving her to milk every drop from his balls, and experiencing another mini-orgasm at the sight.
Many minutes later, the four teens slowly began to recover, their gasps and panting reverberating in the evening air. Ted tried to move his muscles, to reach down for his Denise, his lover, and could barely control his movements. Denise had slumped from her kneeling stance onto the side of her hip, still clinging unsteadily to Ted’s thigh. There was a pool of girl-cum under her butt, now cool to the touch. She didn’t have the strength available to move, to lift herself, to keep the feminine fluid from coating her skin. While Brian leaned against the deck’s edge, he could feel his girlfriend holding onto his waist, her arms wrapped tightly around it, as she fought to remain awake, and aware of her surroundings. Finally, Denise broke the silence, struggling to catch her breath between laboured gasps.
“God, I’ve never cum that hard before!” she exclaimed. “Shit, my ass is soaked. Did you shoot your jizz on me, or something, Ted? Boy of mine, there sure was a lot of it! You must have unloaded a full quart!”
“Umm, I wouldn’t know for sure,” Ted croaked, his breathing still nowhere near regular, “but something hot and wet splashed all over my foot. God, Baby, I think you squirted! Mmm, just thinking about that gets me hot!”
“You actually squirted?” Marsha quizzed her friend. “Awesome! What’s it like? And can you do it again, I wonder? Shit, if even one of us can squirt, we can spray this floating brothel in no time!”