Sailing Away Ch 07

Chapter 7 - A Confession

You and Brian sunned on the fore deck for a couple of hours, tanning your tits, napping, talking some. When you had enough sun, you both came in to the wheelhouse. Brian gave me a smile, you gave me a kiss, and towed me by my t-shirt back to our stateroom. He returned to the wheel.

Dropping your robe in our room, you had me undress, and we went to the shower together.

You started the shower so it would warm up, then we got in, you then me. Taking the soap from the shelf, you soaped me up, rubbing my chest, back, legs, all of me, cleaning to your satisfaction, then handing me the soap.

I returned the favor, paying particular attention to your tits, your ass, cleaning off the tanning oil and appreciating the darkening skin, courtesy of the sun and Brian fucking you in it. I made sure to pick up your necklace with my cage's key on it to ensure squeaky-clean cleavage.

"Take it off," you looked at me and said. I wrinkled my brow, not sure.

"Take the key off," and you tipped your head forward. I lifted the necklace off of you, clearing your hair so they wouldn't tangle, and handed it back to your outstretched palm.

You took the shower sprayer by the handle, removing it from the wall, and spraying my cage, my balls, cleaning everything there thoroughly. Then you took the key, inserted it into the lock on my cage, and removed it, pulling the sleeve of the cage with it. My cock was free for the first time in weeks, and it was sensitive, but felt so good. You cautiously removed the base ring, and my cock was completely freed.

Reassembling them, then locking them together so they wouldn't come apart, you set the cage and key on the shelf. Taking the soap back down, lathering your hand, you stroked my cock, feeling it harden in your grasp. Looking up to me, you kissed me, gently, softly nibbling my lip, sharing tongues. Savoring, your hand still stroking my cock.

Rubbing your hands together to soap them both, then you return one hand to my cock, stroking with the slick soap. The other reaches behind me, rubs one cheek, and slides to the middle, one finger rubbing tiny circles around my anus, occasionally ducking the tip into my ass, making me squirm with delight.

I close my eyes and lean my head back, your touch almost narcotic. My cock hardens fully, and I melt to your touch.

Your mouth meets my nipple, sucking, biting gently. No force here, just sensation, sharing. Your hands continue fondling my cock, my ass. I love it, relaxing, relishing.

You rinse us off, and turn off the water, then step out. Taking a towel you reach back and begin to dry me off, starting with my cock, then moving to my chest, and wrapping the towel around me; I finish, while you begin drying yourself.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, you snugly grab my penis, pulling me with you. I follow you back to our stateroom.

"Get in bed."

I drop my towel on the chair, and fold back the blankets, climbing in, lying on my back. You follow me, and climb on top, straddling my waist. A sweet look, and a kiss, then more deeply. Tongues intertwined, tastes. Tits rubbing on my chest, but the sensation is missing something...the key always dangling between them.

We kiss longer, our hands roaming, until you want variety. You tend to my nipples again, sucking, flicking, biting, pinching, alternating mouth and hand, the sensations nonstop...nonstop, that is, until you want something else.

Kissing down my abdomen you arrive at my hard, oh so recently released, cock. One hand holding the base, you open your mouth and go down all the way to your hand, closing your mouth when you get there, and slowly returning to the top. Tongue swirling my cock head, you stroke and bob, jerking me, sucking me. I'm loving it, lying back on the bed, writhing under your touch.

You caress my abdomen, my leg, then my balls, all while never taking your mouth from my penis.

You kiss your way back to my mouth, kissing me so I can taste myself. Straddling me you reach a hand down to guide my cock into your waiting pussy, It's so wet you bottom out immediately, and start to orgasm. Lying on me, you tremor, shake, and moan your pleasure into my chest. I surround you with my arms, holding you to me while you cum.

Rising up off of me, you put your hands on my chest and start to ride me, fucking me slow and steady, rocking and twisting your hips. We both revel in the luxury of your pussy, its tight wetness, its heat. Sitting back, further upright, you continue to ride me, rocking, up and down, taking your time. I reach up to your nipples and pinch, squeezing your beautiful tits before wandering my hands to your legs, to your waist.

"Sweetie, I have a confession to make," you say to me, hands rising to your breasts, nipples rolling between fingers. Eyes closed you continue, "I knew Brian before this trip."

I'd had a feeling you did, something just seemed too familiar for you to have just met. "How long have you known him?"

"About four years, ummmmm" as you bottom out on my cock, I feel your pussy clench a bit. "We dated back then, when we were both living in Minneapolis."

It all fits. How comfortable you look together, how you interact, even silently.

"He got a job offer in California to pilot tugs in the port of Long Beach, and after he left we lost track. We used to be in touch, but lost that for a few years, up until a few months ago."

Rocking. Fucking. Warm, wet, delicious.

"Brian told me about your conversation. That's what we were talking about earlier, before he started fucking me on deck.

I was the bisexual girlfriend he mentioned, the one he wanted to hear the stories about. He always wanted to hear about the beautiful girls I was sleeping with."

I moaned. This was definitely heady stuff, and unexpected. No wonder you two looked so good together...you already were.

"We didn't split up due to problems so much as logistics when he moved. Had to go our separate ways, but ran into each other a couple of months ago when I was at that day conference for work. Saw him at the hotel, skipped the rest of the afternoon meetings, and we fucked in my room the rest of the day before I went home to you. Good thing I had my own car and wasn't carpooling," you winked at me. "If you hadn't been locked up you'd have felt how loose my pussy was. I'm surprised you didn't say I tasted different since I had two loads of his cum in me."

I moaned long and low at this. I'd always loved the idea of you having other lovers on the side.

"So when we met up again, I knew I had to get us all together. Why I set up this trip for us, knowing it's just him on board besides us. We'd have the freedom to do as we pleased...no judgment...no questions."

Your pussy squeezed on me, tight and delectable, sweet slick friction as you ride up and down.

"I knew we had to get together, see what you guys thought of each other. I figured you'd love his giant cock, I always have, just had to give you the opportunity."

I sat up to kiss you, you leaned forward to do the same. Lust a little more evident, but the connection hadn't changed. You cradled my head, still riding me.

"His cock always made me cum over and over when it stretched me twat open...and it always tasted so good in my mouth," and another kiss to my cheek. My cock twitched in your cunt, and you squeezed in return.

"Do you like the idea of me fucking him too, hm sweetie?"

"Yes Mistress."

Without changing your pace, you put a finger to my lips, "no mistress right now baby, just you and I."

"Yes, I love the idea. I've always loved the idea of you having other lovers... Never occurred to you might have a repeat like Brian. And I'm sure you enjoy his big cock."

"Mmmmm yes I surely did. It's magical the way it makes me cum. I've squirted more with him than anyone."

"I'm not surprised, Lacy, it's pretty amazing."

Thinking of your exploits with Brian, his delicious cock, your wet pussy, makes me want to cum. Being out of my cage speeds that up. You sense it in me, my breathing change, my movement.

"Yes, sweet boy, you wanna cum for me?"

"I surely do."

Your pace quickens, you begin slapping your pussy on me. You feel the orgasm rumble in me, I grab your hips and follow you up and down, up and down on my cock, your weight bottoming out your pussy on me.

Staring into my eyes intently you tell me "cum now, squirt in my pussy."

I immediately oblige you. Feels like so much cum pouring out of my balls, weeks of cum held back and poured into your pussy all at once.

"Oh oh ooooooooo OH MY GOD YES Lacy oh that's so good your cunt is amazing."

You slow down but continue to ride, squeezing the last of the jizz out of my penis.

Smiling, almost smirking down at me, you crawl up and straddle my face, lowering your cum filled twat to my lips, grasping my head in your hands and pulling me in. Hungrily I taste your juices mixed with mine, swallowing, hands holding your ass and pulling you into me. I finish by licking your clit to another orgasm...and another.

When you come down from your latest, you crawl off me, and lay besides me, head on my chest, hand jerking my cock, measured slow stretching motions.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Thank YOU sweet boy."

I'm so wonderfully relaxed, a beautiful girl by my side, my first real orgasm in weeks, and the deliciously overwhelming news that the captain was also her lover, past...and now present.

A voice came over a loudspeaker, "we'll be pulling into Ensenada in about two hours."

You squeeze my cock a little harder and kiss me, saying "we've got time for another round before then."

I smile, and kiss you right back.