She stood, then put one knee down on the bed next to me. She swung her other leg across me, straddling my chest. I put my arms around her thighs until my hands cupped those lovely, curvy, firm round buns of hers. And there, right before my eyes, was one of the most wonderful sights I had ever seen. My gaze slowly traveled upward, past those lovely pink folds at the apex of her thighs, beyond her flat stomach and slender waist, up to her magnificent breasts as they hung there, freely and proudly, the firm, pink tips that crowned them a pair of tantalizing treasures just beyond my reach. Above all that, her sweet face smiled down at me, and what I saw in her beautiful green eyes matched what I felt.
But I was not here just for the view. Using my elbows and feet, I moved down on the bed underneath her, until my lips touched her pussy. She moaned softly when I gently kissed those lovely pink folds. The scent of her was intoxicating.
Kissing her there again, right between her thighs, I felt the first traces of her moisture on my lips. It was only a little, and I caught it on the tip of my tongue. Again she moaned softly. Brushing my lips across the entrance to her pussy, I felt another trace of her juices. I inhaled deeply, the lovely scent of her mounting arousal making me dizzy.
I ran the tip of my tongue between her nether lips, gathering up more of the nectar that sprang from between them. She moaned again, a little louder. I put my hands on her lovely butt and pulled her close, her wonderful buns fitting the palms of my hands perfectly. Then I began to lick her, running my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top until I felt her clit, hard and ready against the tip of my tongue. She pressed herself into me, and I felt her wetness on my chin.
I licked her in long, loving swipes, and she squirmed against my face, an even louder groan escaping her. I began to focus more on her clit, spending more time on it with every lick, and her moans of pleasure grew louder and more frequent. Her juices ran freely now, drops of it running down my face and neck.
When I decided it was time, I put my lips around her clit and began to suck it gently. I felt her little pleasure button come into my mouth and the tip of it touched my tongue. I began to lick it, caress it, running my tongue back and forth across it and around it in small circles. She shuddered, and her moans became cries of pleasure. My hands grabbed her butt more firmly, pulling her cheeks apart, and the tips of my fingers found the puckered hole between them.
"Oooohhhh, gods yes Harvey, yes, yes... I'm going to... Ooohhh! Yes! OoooOOOOHHHH!!
Her thighs clasped my head like a vice as she started to cum. Her back arched and she cried out in her pleasure. I felt her core contract in that wonderful rhythm, not only in her pussy which she ground into my face as she came, but also in the puckered little hole between her buttocks which my fingertips now caressed. Her juices flowed into my mouth with each contraction. I had never tasted anything so divine.
After a while I felt her relax, although I could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm against my wet face. High above me her breasts rose and fell as she panted, and sweat ran down her skin. Her hair hung down around her face and her eyes were closed.
Then she sighed deeply and opened her eyes. She smiled.
"Damn, you're good at that," she said. "I could get used to this."
"Hmmm mmm," I replied.
She chuckled and lifted herself off me, freeing my mouth. The insides of her thighs were wet. So was my face.
"Me too," I repeated. "I love tasting you."
"And I you."
She knelt down next to the bed and took my hard cock in her hand. Her hair fell down and hid her face from my view, but I felt her luscious lips slide down around the head of my cock, slick, wet and soft. Then her tongue started to do its magic, the tip of it playing across the super-sensitive underside of the head, then swirling around it. She sucked gently, and I could not help moaning; the feeling was so intense. She began to bob her head up and down, and her lips caressed me in a way words could not describe.
I could think of only one thing better than this.
"Anne..."
"Hm hmm?"
As she continued to caress me with her mouth, the vibrations of her voice ran through my cock, causing me to gasp.
"Anne... Come here... "
She let me slip out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me.
"Come here..." I whispered. "Turn around."
She smiled and did as I asked. She put one knee on the bed next to my head, then swung her other leg over, facing my feet. She bent down until her lips touched my cock. Her pussy hovered less than an inch from my mouth. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. I felt her hands on my thighs, her breasts pressing into my lower abdomen.
Sixty-nine has always been one of my favorite forms of oral sex. Not only is the combination of giving and receiving at the same time a heady one, but because you can't see what's going on, the sense of feel is heightened for both partners. I love it. I hoped she would, too.
She spread her thighs wider, lowering her pussy until it touched my face, and I placed a soft kiss onto her nether lips, licking up the moisture that clung there. When I felt Anne's soft, wet lips slide down around the head of my cock once more, I stuck out my tongue and deliberately touched the tip of her clit, finding my way underneath its hood. She shuddered and moaned, causing the most delicious vibrations to run through my cock. I pulled up the hood of her clit with my thumbs and licked the now fully exposed nub again, enjoying its silky-smooth hardness against my tongue. Again she moaned, and this time I did, too. She began to bob her head up and down, her lips sliding back and forth across the taut surface of my cock head, and once more I was unable to stifle a moan.
Soon it became a wonderful game. I played my tongue across her pussy and the tip of her clit, licking, occasionally sucking, and she would moan in response, causing the most amazing vibrations to run through my cock. I would moan in turn and apply even more attention to her most sensitive spots to increase her pleasure. Every bit of pleasure we gave each other was returned immediately, enhanced and increased.
Her moans grew more powerful and the vibrations of her voice through my cock stronger, and the caresses of her lips and tongue became more urgent, more deliberate. I continued to work on the tip of her clit, which was hard as a pebble by now, and the juices from her pussy ran freely. Reaching around her thigh, I found the entrance of her pussy with my finger and began to stroke it in small circles. She was sopping wet, and before I knew it the tip of my my finger had slipped into her.
She cried out, her voice muffled by my cock in her mouth, and suddenly I was on the verge of cumming. But with my mouth full of pussy I could not tell her that, and I knew that within seconds I would lose control. It simply felt too good, and my pleasure rose, rose...
"Hmmmm hmmm!!" I tried.
That worked, but not as I had expected. Almost immediately her thighs clasped my face, and if she hadn't had her mouth full as well, she would have screamed as her orgasm suddenly hit her. As it was, the best she managed was a "HhhhmmmMMMMM!!" and the indescribable feeling of her vibrating throat around my cock along with the sudden gush of girl cum running into my mouth and across my face were the final straw. My pleasure peaked, and I exploded in her mouth.
She shuddered, her body tense on top of mine, her thighs squeezing my face as she shook with the force of her orgasm, the fluids of her arousal squirting out of her with every contraction of her spasming pussy. My cock seemed to fill her mouth with the white-hot sparks of my release, and then it began to pulse, again and again, filling her mouth with spurt after thick spurt of my cum. Our moans and cries were muffled as we drank each other's juices straight from the source, our bodies serving them up freely and in copious amounts. It was a mutual sharing, a merging, a melding of bodies and minds in a single explosion of bliss. I have no better way to describe it. The experience defied words.
It seemed a long time before our mutual climax ran its course and the fountains of our pleasure began to subside. Anne collapsed on top of me and I felt my cock slip out of her mouth. I placed a last kiss onto her pussy before she pushed herself up and lifted her weight off me.
She sat up on her knees and turned around, a little shaky.
We looked at each other.
And we both laughed.
Gods, we were a wonderful mess! I felt her wetness running down my face, neck and shoulders even as I saw rivulets of my own cum run down her chin. She must have seen the same thing; the wetness on my face reflecting what she felt on her own.
She touched my face, wiped her own chin with her other hand. She looked at both hands as if trying to decide which one was wetter.
"OK, we'll call it a draw," I said.
She giggled.
"Yeah, it's too close to call," she agreed.
She got up, went over to the basin, returned with a wet cloth. She knelt next to the bed and began to clean my face and neck, softly, tenderly. Then she wiped her own face, removing the last of my cum. She put down the cloth and smiled gently. Her fingertips caressed my hair, my face, my jaw, my neck... The look in her eyes mirrored what I felt within me.
"See? I knew you were falling for her, Harvey," I silently berated myself. "And now it's happened."
Myself shrugged.
"So?"
"Well..."
But myself wasn't listening.
Anne bent down and her soft lips touched mine, parted, and I kissed her. She tasted of my cum. I'm sure I still tasted of hers. Our kiss was tenderly passionate and, while we used no words, we said a great deal during that kiss. We spoke of what we felt for each other, and how we both felt that way, and that this was not a casual thing; not something that was likely to just come and go while we went on with our separate lives.
We made love again when we woke. It was a long, slow, tender thing; Anne straddling my hips as she rode me, her hands on my shoulders as my fingertips caressed her breasts, her golden hair framing her lovely face as she looked down into my eyes. Slowly she coaxed me on, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke of her velvet pussy until I felt her hot, wet, slick inner folds contract around my pulsing cock as I filled her with my cum, her inner thighs wet against my skin.
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Shipboard routine can be dull and boring. The days can be long, the chores that can be done during flight may not nearly be enough to fill the hours. So you do what maintenance you can, and you read, you exercise, you watch whatever 3D shows you've managed to pick up during your last stop, and you catch up on your sleep.
