My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I had to wait twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. I've been working on cruise ships since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.
This new pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck till she got horny in her late forties.
She's also fuckin this young stud - a twenty-four year old Lieutenant who pounds her so hard that every time he fucks her she's sore afterward. And lately she's been fuckin some of his friends. They're talking about having a black guy do her and she's asking me for help.
On this cruise I found an interesting fifty-five year old bitch named Joan. She's a damn good fuck and last night I shared her with a black steward, Roger, because I like to watch black on white. That's kinda kinky, but what the hell – it turns me on.
How they did it I have no idea but Joan and Kirsten got together yesterday and exchanged stories. Joan's a very experienced broad and she's gonna help Kirsten deal with the trouble she's having with those young studs.
It was about 1100 and I was walking the deck when Roger approached me and said he needed to ask me something. We moved to a private place and he started to talk.
"Well sir, your lady friend Miss Joan caught me in the hall this morning and asked me something."
"What did she want Roger?"
"She wants to fuck! She asked me to set up a cabin we could use after lunch. She's really horny, Captain. She offered me $300 if I make her cum again like last night. She said I could use her tight hole afterward if I wanted to."
"Gals have paid you to fuck 'em before, haven't they, Roger?"
"Yes sir, but I was worried that maybe she's your private pussy."
I laughed. "There's absolutely nothing private about that pussy Roger. That's public pussy! Go ahead and enjoy it."
"It ain't her pussy I enjoy sir," Roger said. "It's her asshole. That's the user-friendliest asshole of any white woman I ever fucked. And I've fucked a lot of white women. That asshole's better even than the tight little pussies of those young wives that I get paid to fuck while their husbands watch."
"Well, Roger, go right ahead an do her this afternoon. But remember you're probably gonna have to do her again tonight. And I've got another lady I want you to meet tonight. Joan and I want you to help us teach this other lady some things about thick dicks, so you're gonna be busy tonight. Don't wear yourself out."
"I'll be okay sir. I don't wear out easy. I get lucky on some cruises and at $300 a pop I can do three old ladies a day. I never charge you of course because you're special, but I'll be ready."
"Old ladies?" I said, laughing. "You call them old ladies?"
Roger seemed puzzled by my question. "Of course I call them old! They're twenty or thirty years older than me! But if they pay me, I'll do 'em. I even done some with gray hair!"
"Gray hair?" I said.
"Yeah gray hair! It's really something to climb in the saddle and look down at a horny gray haired old lady buck naked, spreading her legs and pumping her ass."
I had to laugh. What a word picture Roger had painted! There was nothing like a cruise line to meet interesting people! I'm gonna have trouble getting that grey haired old lady image out of my head.
Doing a four-hour watch on the bridge after lunch, I thought about Joan's date with Roger this afternoon. That thick cock of Roger's was probably giving her pleasure at this very moment. I remembered her telling me about how a pussy has to squeeze down on something to make a really good orgasm. She probably figured that Roger's thick cock was easily worth $300.
It was 1700 hours when I left the bridge and headed for my quarters to get out of my uniform, shower, and get into something comfortable. Then I found Kirsten and reminded her that she was to meet Joan and me in the bar at 2000 hours. Joan had talked to her and she knew what we were gonna do.
When I arrived at the bar to meet Joan, she was at a table with two drinks in front of her – like last night. Her long blond hair was perfect. She had on yet another fashionable, expensive dress that did wonders for her figure. Just the right amount of cleavage to show off those big tits!
She was, as usual, ravishing! And she was sitting so as to give me a generous look at a lovely thigh. It's funny how a woman's thigh will turn you on, even when you've seen her naked.
"You're beautiful tonight," I said as I joined her.
"Thank you darling, you're not so bad yourself," she said with a broad smile.
"I understand you had an exciting afternoon," I said with a chuckle.
"He told you?"
"He asked me if it was okay before he did it," I said.
"Do you mind?" She asked with a touch of concern in her voice.
"I don't mind at all darling," I said. "Tomorrow is the last day of your cruise and it's your $300 and it's your pussy and pussy doesn't get used up. It's still there for me to use tonight."
"And that pussy will still be there for you to use for the next two weeks," Joan said with a triumphant smile.
"What have I missed?" I asked.
"I booked the two week Seabourn cruise that sails tomorrow night from Miami. We won't even get off the ship – and I got the Owner's Suite! Hubby may have to fly back from Barbados – he may have some business – but I'll be on board the whole two weeks," Joan said.
"And just how did this happen?" I asked.
"It's a long story."
"Then you better get started," I said with a chuckle.
"When I was walking back to my cabin this afternoon, I could feel Roger's fresh cum dripping out of my asshole. Obviously I didn't douche because Roger had fucked me in the ass. And Roger had pumped a really big load – his first of the day."
"I didn't get a chance to soak because hubby was there when I got back. My pussy and thighs were sticky and wet with Roger's cum and my beaver was soaking wet with cum. I mean, Lars, I was dripping cum.
"Oh God!" I said. "Don't tell me!"
"I'm telling you! Hubby was in the mood for pussy pie," Joan said, laughing.
"So when hubby chowed down, that pussy was not just freshly fucked, it was loaded as well?" I asked.
"Loaded and dripping," Joan said. "Like I told you, hubby's been eating a lot more pussy than usual on this cruise. Hubby can always tell that it's freshly fucked because after I fuck my big inner pussy lips hang down about two inches and they're engorged."
"But this time he could taste it and smell it too. That didn't stop him like that time four years ago when he asked me to douche. He just got down there with his face in my pussy and started licking – he had to taste the cum – but he kept on eating me out big time."
"Did he say anything?" I asked
