(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent . Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down.
I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew greatly from my own experiences. But as I progressed, I learnt not to fetter my imagination, but to give it wings, to take it to places one has only dreamt of. That's why I have experimented with different perspectives, preferring not to use names, so that the readers can easily put themselves in the place of the protagonist or any of the characters, building a strong identification with them. I am an amateur and a learner and would love your feedback as it is worth its weight in gold, and enable me to craft a richer experience for us all.
This is a lengthy story, which I have broken down into chapters, each complete by itself and maybe of a different genre. The story continues from Part 7.
Going in way too deep)
22 Love boat
After her experience, where she had to stop halfway because of his roving hands, she felt it would be safer for him to drive up to the jetty. She tied the coat around her waist to prevent any unintended exhibition of her privates as her dress hitched up, sitting akimbo. As the wind blew through her, she held on to him tight feeling aroused, as his manly scent permeated her nostrils.
Her hands drifted lower down from his chest to his tight pants, her finger tracing the contours of his manhood straining to break free. She wanted to imitate what her mom had been doing just a few minutes earlier, peeling his trousers so that he sprang up in salute, to the hands that set him free of their tight stranglehold. She twisted him this way and that, following each bend of the road, making him cry in delight.
He could feel a damp spot near his bum as she ground her nether lips against him, her essential oils leaking out of her making the seat slippery and sticky. Her nipples poked into his back like twin points, as her hand moved up and down his joystick, making him hard up again. He was too far gone, and his organ started pulsing in anticipation of an honorable discharge, when she pinched his tip hard almost choking the blood flow, making him apply the brakes to the scooter, as well as his passions, bringing them to a grinding halt. She whispered an apology in his ear, she didn't want him spoiling his pants, slowly releasing her pressure on his dick, allowing the blood to flow back in as he became limp, she bent over to stem the lubrication,seeping out of him slurping it up, before they resumed the ride.
At the jetty her parents were waiting, and informed them they just missed the boat. Sheepish and a little dejected, he went to the counter to make inquiries, returning with a broad smile a couple of minutes later. He had not only managed to salvage the situation, but improve on it beyond their expectations. He had chartered a private yacht for the evening, along with entertainment and candlelight dinner thrown in for good measure. It had cost a bomb, but no price was too high for love and to make a good impression on his future in laws too.
They climbed aboard the swank boat and we're greeted by a serenade on the guitar, some mocktails and a constant stream of starters, as they sat on the plush sofas in the lounge. The lights dimmed and a round of traditional song and dance, upping the beat as the boat rode into the bay where the river met the sea. She and her mom relaxed on lounge chairs on the top deck, as the menfolk went down to experience time at the wheel. Her mother cosied up to her, under the blanket provided to keep them warm, probing under her dress.
She started spreading her labia and flicking her clit, the squishing sounds, masked by the live music emanating from below. She blushed a deep red, enjoying the pleasurable current that coursed through her loins from her mom's experienced fingering, astounded at her reckless abandon of all conventions. She then felt her mother guide her hand to her thighs and up her leaking slit whose folds welcomed her as she learned to reciprocate the gestures that were being performed on her own peachy fuzz.
It was a race to see who could cum first, and ended in a dead heat as they both spasmed simultaneously, but the volume of her discharge was like a pond, compared to her mother's ocean. Her hand was enveloped in her mother's mature cream, while only a thimbleful of peach fizz issued from her inner core. They both used this liquid to slake their parched throats, her mom relishing some of her own vast reserves as well.
The sun was going down into the ocean, and her mom went in search of her dad, to view it together.Meanwhile he clambered up carrying some juice and a bunch of fragrant blooms for her. She asked him to put some in her hair, as he kissed her full on the lips. He tasted the sweetish remnants of her mother's cream enjoying the flavor. He asked her what she ate, and she blushed, too embarrassed to reply. The rim of the sun was nearly touching the sea at the horizon and he motioned her upwards to the crows nest, clambering up after her.
She had removed her shoes and he got an up skirt view of her thighs and a whiff of the musky scent from her loins, scooting closer pressing his nose up her skirt. She blushed helpless, as he took a small bite of her bottom, as well as a couple of licks of her thighs, tickling her, making her laugh. He was enjoying the perspective from below immensely, as she took the final few steps up he pulled down the zip at the sides.
On reaching the platform he kissed her passionately once more, taking the opportunity to lift the halter and let it fall on the floor leaving her clad in only the red negligee, tits and snatch poking through, her whole body a reddish hue, whether due to the sun's dusky glow or the flush of her arousal, he couldn't fathom. Maybe a combination of both, as she leant back into him, enjoying the romantic ambience.
As the sun dipped into the azure waters of the sea and the sky a medley of shades, she felt a melody of love within and a familiar rise up her behind. She turned her head, lips melting into his, as his hands played with her tits and fingered her pussy lips. As they broke off to breathe, he motioned her to look below. Though a little afraid of heights, she followed his gaze to see her mom at the bow of the boat, arms spread wide in a titanic pose, feeling the breeze on her face, hair streaming behind, eyes closed, enjoying the atmosphere.
Her father, trousers lowered, was ploughing into her considerable behind, her skirt bunched up at the waist. One hand was at her breasts milking them dry and the other between her thighs stimulating her clit, rocking her boat. Then with a mighty heave he docked into her harbour, filling her up with his foam, as her dry dock flooded with her considerable tide.
They were nearing the port themselves up high, as he tested her bottom, caulking it with his glue. Her body tensed as eddies of pleasure coursed within her depths, leading to her sinking to her knees as her harbour gushed, with waves of pleasure coursing over her. They caught their breath, licking each other's juices for nourishment, putting her dress back on as they prepared to descend down below.
She was afraid of heights, so he went first supporting her, enjoying the view, and taking the opportunity to lick her slit, despite her vociferous protests as payment for her services almost resulting in her missing a step. She cursed him under her breath, secretly enjoying his touch as they got back on deck.
He then took her to the cabin guiding her to the wheel, using this opportunity and the cover of darkness to grope her as she started to pump his penis. He removed her dress once more, she got busy pulling his shirt over his head, freeing him from his tights as they got frisky on the captain's table . She put her legs around his waist, clasping him tight in a vice like grip, as he suckled on her tits, making her wet again He then managed to unlock her legs from his back laying her prone on the table as he used his lips and tongue to explore her inner depths, making her rise in ecstasy as she filled him with her sweet nectar.
His mouth full, now it was her turn to feed on his rising mast, using her nips and lips to make him stand tall and then grease his pole, her saliva mixing with his jizz to give her lips a smooth ride. He tensed up, firing volleys of his ball butter down her throat, giving her a mouthful of his love. Exhausted, she lay down on him relishing his warmth and his taste. Relaxed and rejuvenated, they got decent and dressed again, moving out of the cabin they saw that the parents had moved their action to the poop deck, but were far from pooped.
In fact they made full use of the cover of darkness to get down and dirty, making out like randy teenagers on the sofa. Her mother's legs were up in the air, as her father pushed into her smooth wet slit, splitting her wide as he pumped his seed into her welcoming womb, she grabbing his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her welcoming recesses, scaling new peaks of pleasure, as two fused into one.
23 Ocean of love