*This is part 1 of an ongoing series. A couple is out on a sailing excursion, looking for adventure, and nature, but mostly sex. They will meet people along the way and bring them aboard for an unforgettable time. Group sex, swinging, bisexuals, masturbation, worshiping, and a whole lot more...welcome aboard*
It was early morning, before dawn, as Pleasure Craft sliced clearly and quietly through the calm waters of the marina. Dylan smiled to himself as he sat at the helm, confidently using deft hand movements to bring the ship out of the channel. It had been many years of planning and saving, followed by months of boat work, test sails, and provisioning. And it was finally here. Their dream journey finally coming true: setting off to see the world, and fuck as many people as possible along the way. Dylan felt an excited stir between his legs that he couldn't chock up to just the vibrations of the engine.
Mary was still below deck sleeping. Aside from the early hour, it had been a late night getting final preparations completed. Dylan was disappointed they were not able to christen their journey beginning with a good fuck, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Settling into the small swell rocking the boat as they entered open water, the couple could only dream of the adventures that lay ahead.
In near-perfect timing as they passed the last channel markers and hit the open sea, Mary emerged, climbing the steps up and out of the companionway. The soft orange morning glow illuminated her naked body, she had just gotten out of bed after all. She stopped halfway up, just her torso visible as she blinked away the sleep. Dylan smiled as he admired her full breasts "Good morning my princess, how did you sleep?"
"Good morning yourself" Mary replied shortly before disappearing. Always such a tease, Dylan thought smiling to himself. Mary resurfaced shortly with the sleep well and truly gone from her eyes now. Still starkly nude, she crossed to where Dylan was still sat at the helm. Taking Dylan by surprise, she pulled a cushion off the seat and placed it on the deck by his feet. Kneeling in front of him, she started to slide her hands up his legs. Dylan looked around nervously, before remembering where they were and the whole purpose of this journey. Meeting her eyes again, he took a deep breath seeing how much she wanted him.
Mary reached to his waistline and pulled down on his loose pants. His cock sprung free, standing a proud 7 inches tall, just in front of Mary's face and she let out a soft moan as she felt herself getting turned on. Dylan watched intently, loving how massive his cock looked compared to her face. She took him in her hands and sat up to kiss him. Her tongue darted familiarly around his, her fingers dancing in mirror image on the tip of his cock.
Leaning back, Mary looked down at his erection, and then back up, letting a drop of saliva fall out of her mouth. Catching it in her hand, she used it as lubricant to start jacking him off. Dylan moaned in response, already feeling an orgasm start to build. He damned her quietly in his head for knowing him so well, and made a mental note to make her pay for that later.
