Vernon and Tara had been a couple since their college days at the University of Miami. They married shortly after graduating, then moved to Orlando to remain relatively close to the ocean, which they both dearly loved.
After several years in the corporate world, Vernon decided to open a high-end car dealership in Wedgefield, right down the street from the golf club, and about thirty minutes outside of Orlando. It was an instant success, and within two years they were raking it in…. enjoying the enormous fruits of Vernon’s labor, and living the high life up and down the eastern coast of Florida.
One of their happiest occasions was when they bought a big, beautiful yacht… a 60’ Jetson Princess… and decided to move onto it and live there… on the yacht… docked at the Cocoa Village Marina… about an hour away from Orlando, and a manageable 40 minute commute to Vernon’s dealership in Wedgefield.
It had plenty of room for the two of them… including multiple deck levels, a huge galley, several staterooms… each with separate heads… and even crew quarters, if they wanted to take her onto the open sea for a long-term voyage.
Tara loved it… she quit her job in downtown Orlando, moved onto their new floating home, and began living the life of luxury she and Vernon… still only in their late-thirties… had both come to love and embrace. They were comfortably in the “super rich” category, and they discovered that buying new and bigger things was like a drug they just couldn’t get enough of.
Tara split her time between sunbathing on the back of the yacht, and shopping up and down the coastal towns of eastern Florida. She sprinkled in an occasional charity event and some social lunches with a few local friends now and then…. and, even though she occasionally found herself a little bored, she absolutely loved this style of living, and reveled in having a lavish, palatial yacht as a home.
Tara enjoyed being naked, so sunbathing in the nude was right up her alley… and, since the “Princess” was docked at the end of the pier at the Cocoa Village Marina, she had plenty of privacy when she laid out on her tanning deck… which she did just about every day.
One thing she noticed was that living on a yacht… especially when she was sunbathing in the nude on the tanning deck… made her especially horny… which sometimes left her yearning for attention that wasn’t always available in the moment.
This meant that she often had to handle things herself… especially when she got horny around mid-day… she would oftentimes use one of her favorite vibrators to get off in the master stateroom… and other times just spread her legs as she lounged on the tanning deck, and use her fingers to rub one out as she basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
In these moments, she occasionally found herself reflecting on how much she missed all the sex she had back before she met Vernon… and then how much she and Vernon fucked in college, and into the early years of their marriage. But then she’d sigh and grumble to herself about the lack of attention she’d been getting from her husband over the past few years, now that he had a thriving business to pay attention to.
Still… she knew that she was living a luxurious, charmed life… one that she truly relished, and that many others would envy.
One weekend, after owning their “Princess” for about six years, Vernon mentioned that he wanted to fix up the ageing parts of their yacht so he could sell it and buy a newer, bigger one…. just because they could.
Tara loved the idea of them buying a bigger yacht, and was anxious to do her part in making it happen.
Vernon advertised his yacht for sale, and reached out to several contacts he had in the world of “expensive toys for rich people” to see if he could drum up some interest.
About two weeks later, a potential buyer contacted Vernon, and Vernon arranged to meet him at the Cocoa Village Marina after work the following Monday so he could take a look at the “Princess” to check her out, and see if he was interested.
The potential buyer was Doug Dewitt… an extremely rich and successful medical equipment salesman who lived in Palm City, and was up in the Coca Beach area meeting with doctors at the Rockledge Medical Center when he saw Vernon’s ad.
He told Vernon that he already had a plane in a hangar at Witham Airfield down near his home, and that he and his wife had just joined the nearby Montgomery Yacht & Country Club… so, they were now in the market for a yacht, with plans to dock her at the Mariner Cay Marina in Port Salerno.
When Vernon told Tara, she was giddy with excitement that they might be buying their newer, bigger yacht so quickly after putting their “Princess” up for sale.
When Monday afternoon rolled around, Vernon called Tara to remind her that Mr. Dewitt was coming by after work to look at their yacht.
Tara said, “No problem… I’ll have everything ready by the time you guys get here.”
She finished sunbathing for the day… which included fingering herself to a quick, but enjoyable, orgasm just before lunch… then slipped into a bathing suit, and put out some hor d’oeuvres and champagne in the galley for Vernon and Mr. Dewitt.
After giving it some thought, she decided to stay in her skimpy, two-piece bikini for when the prospective buyer arrived. The bikini bra barely covered her nipples, let alone her areolas… and the T-back bottoms were hidden between her ass cheeks from behind, and left little to the imagination in front.
She smiled as she checked herself out in the mirror, noting that the bikini top did nothing to keep her pendulous breasts from swaying and wobbling when she moved about, and the bottoms rode so tightly up her ass crack that she had a perpetual camel toe between her legs.
Even in her early forties, Tara was still a strikingly attractive brunette, with big brown eyes, a dimpled smile, and a shapely body… including large, natural 34DD boobs, which she loved to show off. She knew men liked to see her in her ‘barely there’ bikinis and she thought, with a grin, that… in some small way… her scant bathing suit might actually help encourage Mr. Dewitt to buy their yacht.
As Mr. Dewitt and Vernon stepped on-board that evening, Tara brought them each a glass of champagne from the galley, smiling to herself when she saw Mr. Dewitt’s eyes grow wide at the sight of her jiggling, scarcely covered tits.
As Vernon began the tour of the boat, Tara deliberately moved close to Mr. Dewitt…. occasionally rubbing her soft breasts against his arms or back, as they maneuvered through the passageways along the main deck, then climbed the stairway up to the cockpit to check out the guidance system and control panel.
She could tell that Doug noticed what she was up to…. and his subtle nudges and bumps into her boobs and ass told her that he was enjoying it. It was obvious that he enjoyed seeing her tits wobbling around as they worked their way throughout the boat… he was having a difficult time keeping his eyes from darting back and forth between Tara’s swaying breasts and the unmistakable camel toe between her legs.
Tara smiled to herself as she noticed Doug’s gaze constantly drifting to her boobs and crotch, and made sure to give him plenty of opportunities to ogle her assets.
After showing Doug the controls in the cockpit, and giving him a birds-eye view of the yacht… fore and aft… Vernon said, “Tara, why don’t you take Mr. Dewitt below deck and show him the staterooms and galley, while I get us underway so he can see how she handles in the open water.”
Tara grinned and said, “Sure, I’d love to”, then grabbed Doug’s arm and hugged it to her breasts, as she tugged him toward the companionway steps that would take them below the main deck.
When they got to the ladder, Tara went first… then looked behind her as Doug followed her down… noticing the obvious bulge between his legs… which was creating an impressive outline in his slacks… and giggling to herself since she was pretty sure she was responsible for it.
Tara continued to rub up against Doug as they worked their way through the galley, then managed to bump his crotch several times, as they leaned into each of the spare staterooms and crew’s quarters. When they got to the master stateroom, Tara stood slightly behind and to the side of Mr. Dewitt… pressing her breasts up against his back… as she pointed out the large king-sized bed, extra storage space, and lavish amenities throughout the ornate bedroom.
As she was finishing her spiel, she reached around from behind and rubbed the growing lump in Doug’s pants…. then raised herself on her tip-toes, pressing her soft breasts and stiff nipples against his back, and whispered into his ear, “I don’t usually make this kind of proposition, Mr. Dewitt… but if you decide to buy our little “Princess”, I’ll give you a blowjob after the closing.”
Doug’s eyebrows shot up, as he turned to face Tara… his eyes shifting immediately to her heavy boobs swaying back and forth between them, and exclaimed, “Really? Holy shit… that’d be a hard offer to pass up.”
She smiled and said, “I was hoping you’d think so”, then… still rubbing his engorged cock through his slacks… she pulled the flap of material covering one of her nipples to the side, and put his hand on her tit, adding, “Here’s a sneak preview… I hope you end up buying her…. she really is a great boat.”
Doug was speechless, as Tara continued to run her hand up and down the outline of his stiff prick, while she let him caress her exposed boob and pull on her taut nipple for a minute, or so. Then she pulled his hand away from her tit, tucked her breast back inside her bikini top, and led him back up the ladder to the main deck.
When they rejoined her husband in the cockpit, Vernon let Mr. Dewitt stand at the wheel and drive for a while so he could check out the controls and navigation system, as they chatted about Doug’s impressions of the boat so far.
After they’d sailed for a while, they turned the yacht around and headed back to the marina. As they got closer to pier, Doug said, “I love her… she feels great and handles well… and I really like the idea of buying a secondhand yacht… especially one this nice… since she’s already been ‘broken in’, and it’s likely to save me quite a bit of money in the long run.”
Doug pointed out two upgrades, and a few minor things he wanted Vernon to fix on-board in the scullery and two of the staterooms, plus a new coat of stain on the fore deck.
Vernon quickly agreed, adding, “I’ve heard of a contractor who works on all the boats in this harbor… I understand he does great work. Considering what you want done, I’m sure we can have it finished within three days, if you decide you want to buy her.”
Between the luxurious accoutrements of the “Princess” and Vernon’s agreement to make the changes he’d requested… along with Tara’s soft tits rubbing up against him during the tour… and her throaty, whispered promise still ringing in his ear… Doug was completely sold.
He grinned, as he shared a knowing smile with Tara… then shook Vernon’s hand and agreed to buy the yacht.
As Doug stared at Tara’s pendulous breasts… swaying and jiggling from the rocking motion of the boat… she poured them all some more champagne… then the three of them toasted the occasion, and discussed the details and logistics of the transaction.
The sale was set for the following Saturday at the Mariner Cay Marina, which would give Vernon the rest of the week to get the repairs completed.
The plan was for Vernon to drive down to Port Salerno in his car early on Saturday morning with all the necessary paperwork. Vernon and Doug would meet in the Mariner Cay Marina office, along with Doug’s wife, to complete the sale and sign all the documents.
Tara would start a little later in the day, and sail the “Princess” down to the Mariner Cay Marina, and park it in Mr. Dewitt’s designated slip. Then Vernon would drive Tara back to Cocoa Beach in their car after the sale was complete.
On Tuesday, Vernon had the contractor he’d hired meet him at the yacht after work, so he could show him the work that needed to be done by the following Saturday.
Vernon called Tara up from the galley to introduce her to the handyman, as the two of them stepped on-board the “Princess”.
“Babe… this is Shane… he’s the contractor we’ve heard about that handles all the repairs on the yachts around here. I’m going to show him the work we agreed to do for Mr. Dewitt.”
Tara nodded and said, “Sounds good to me”, then turned to shake Shane’s hand, adding, “Hi, Shane… I’m Tara.”
Tara was still in one of her tiny bikinis…. which was pretty typical for whenever she was on the yacht…. and she couldn’t help but notice that Shane’s eyes dropped immediately to her nearly exposed tits, as he smiled and said, “Hi, Tara… pleased to meet you.”
As Shane followed Vernon around the boat… checking out the main deck, lower deck, galley and staterooms… Tara looked him up and down and decided she liked what she was seeing.
He appeared to be somewhere in his early-thirties, with light brown eyes, and longish blonde hair… which he pulled off rather well. He had broad shoulders and nicely muscled arms, with a tight, round surfer’s ass and a flat stomach…. kind of roguishly handsome, and ‘sexy’ in a beach bum sort of way.
He was wearing a loose tank top over a pair of tight spandex surfer shorts, which couldn’t begin to hide the outline of an impressive thick shaft and bulbous tip tucked down one leg of his britches.
Tara nodded in silent approval, as she periodically checked out the bulge between Shane’s legs…. and enjoyed knowing that he was doing the same thing to her with occasional side-glances at her wobbly tits and exposed butt cheeks.
Shane and Vernon returned from their tour of the work to be done, and Shane agreed that it was a three-day project, which he’d be happy to take on.
Vernon and Shane shook hands, as Vernon said, “Tara should be on-board the rest of the week, so just come on by tomorrow morning and get started… she’ll let you on-board and answer any questions you have.”
Shane said, “Great”, then turned to Tara, and…. with his eyes darting back and forth between her swaying boobs and smiling face…. added, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow morning.”
Tara smiled at the obvious attention her breasts were getting… she took the handshake he was offering… her eyes darting briefly to the bulge between his legs… then held his gaze for an extra second, as she said, “I’m looking forward to it.”
Shane arrived at the yacht around nine on Wednesday morning to begin work… about an hour after Vernon had left for the dealership.
Tara was already in one of her skimpy bathing suits… and making breakfast in the galley when he arrived. She offered him some breakfast… which he accepted… then smiled to herself as she caught him checking out her jiggling tits and ass, again and again, as she moved about the canteen and made their meal.
She noted that Shane was in a tank top and tight surfer shorts again, and that she could easily make out the obvious outline of his cock through the thin spandex material, just like the previous day.
She kept glancing at his crotch as they ate their breakfast in the scullery, and enjoyed seeing that his dick was beginning to grow as he watched her flounce around the cooking area in her tiny bikini.
When they were done eating, and Shane was settled in with everything he needed…. Tara grabbed a book and a glass of iced tea, spread out a huge floral beach towel, and took her customary sunbathing perch on the tanning deck aft of the boat.
The tanning deck was a large, raised deck… about 2 ½ feet above the main deck… covering the entire aft section of the yacht, with a short set of steps off to one side for easy access. The entire deck space was covered in a thick, soft pad made of material that resisted heating up in the sun… which made it perfect for lounging and sunbathing. There was also a huge umbrella covering about a third of the deck, if shade was desired.
Tara settled in for a day of sunbathing… quickly removing her bikini, but keeping her sunglasses on… so that she was lounging totally naked on the tanning deck… reading her book and sipping her iced tea.
By lunchtime, Tara had put the book down and was lying on her back in the middle of her beach towel… her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, as she enjoyed the warm embrace of the sun all over her entire nude body… and feeling a bit randy, as usual.
About that time, Shane came up the stairs from the lower deck and saw her. He stopped and silently watched her for a few moments… enjoying the view of her heavy breasts resting on her chest… lolling slightly to each side, but appearing remarkably firm for their size… her long, stiff nipples sticking straight up in the air… her legs slightly spread apart, and her shaved vagina glistening in the sun.
After quietly admiring Tara’s incredible body for a few minutes, Shane unconsciously adjusted his growing dick through his shorts, then cleared his throat to let Tara know he was there.
He was a bit surprised when Tara propped herself up on her elbows… making her boobs sway gently back and forth… but made no attempt to cover herself.
She just smiled as she looked down her naked body… between her breasts, past her bald pussy and spread legs… at Shane standing near the raised deck by her feet, and said, “Yes?”
With a surprised, but appreciative grin on his face, Shane forced himself to pull his eyes up to meet hers and said, “I was going to take a quick lunch break… if you have something to eat in the galley, I can just stay on board and keep working.”
Still smiling, Tara took off her sunglasses… then spread her legs a bit more, and said, “You’re welcome to whatever’s on board, hon… do you see anything you like?”
Shane adjusted himself again through his swim trunks, then stepped closer to the raised tanning deck and asked, “Are you offering what I think you’re offering?”
Tara used her foot to nudge the growing bulge in his shorts and said, “You can have whatever you want.”
Shane chuckled, then quickly pushed his surfer shorts down to his ankles… and standing by the edge of the raised deck… grabbed Tara’s legs in each hand and placed them over his shoulders, as he pulled her exposed vagina to the edge of the padded deck.
He spent a moment just admiring her wobbling tits, stiff nipples, and slightly gaping pussy lips… then bent forward and began using his tongue to lick up and down the moist gash between her legs. He licked and sucked her pussy for a while… rubbing and nibbling… before finding her stiffening clit with his lips and tongue.
With her legs still draped over his shoulders, he sucked and flicked her engorged nub… using one hand to reach up and squeeze the flesh of her soft boobs… baked warm by the afternoon sun… while using his other hand to slowly stroke his throbbing hard-on.
Tara was beside herself… between the sun beating down on her naked body, and Shane munching on her dripping snatch, she was in heaven. As tentacles of electrifying pleasure surged between her nipples and clit, she could feel an intense orgasm building between her legs.
“Holy shit, hon… yeah… yeah… right there… hmmmmm… keep going… yeah, just like that… my God, that feels amazing… yeah, keep going….”
She moaned and rocked her hips in rhythm with his flicking tongue… it didn’t take long before she caught her breath… then let out a guttural groan, and erupted… creaming all over his face…. her pussy juices smearing his cheeks and running down his chin… as he softened his tongue against her clitoris, but continued to lick gentle circles around her sensitive nub.
“Oh, yeah… fuck, yeah… right there… yeah… I’m cumming… I’m cu…. aaaaahhhhhhh… aaaahhhhhhhh…. yeah… oooooohhhhhhh… goddamn, you’re good at this… aaaaahhhhhhh…. fuck me, that feels amazing… aaaaahhhhhhhh… hmmmmmmm…”
After letting Tara enjoy her climax for a while, Shane kept her legs over his shoulders and pulled her even closer to the edge of the raised tanning deck… putting her drenched pussy at the perfect level for him to fuck her while standing on the main deck.
Positioned between her legs, Shane lined up his rigid boner with her dripping wet vagina… then leaned forward… shoving his huge erection into her waiting snatch. He rocked his hips back and forth… driving his thick prick deeper and deeper into her cunt with every forward thrust.
Tara had noticed that Shane had an impressive cock when she first saw the lump in his surfer shorts, but she was totally unprepared for how big it was when he shoved it inside her.
“Oh… OHHH… my God, Shane… holy shit… you’re so fucking big… God, that feels amazing… oh, my God… oh, yeah….”
Holy shit… it was fucking huge!
She couldn’t help but notice that it was much longer and thicker than her husband’s dick… she was even a bit surprised that she was able to accommodate it… although she could tell her twat was dripping wet, which definitely helped.
Tara closed her eyes and moaned… relishing the sheer size of Shane’s hard-on sliding in and out of her sodden cunt… stretching her pussy walls in ways she’d never experienced before, and rubbing deliciously against her engorged clit… which was still tingling from her earlier climax.
Shane’s thick boner was hitting all the right spots inside Tara’s cunt, and she moaned and mewled, as he continued to slam his cock in and out of her slick vagina in earnest.
“Oh, my God, that feels good… yeah… keep going… holy shit… yeah, keep going… yeah… yeah… hmmmmm… so… fucking… good…..”
It didn’t take long before Tara could feel another intense orgasm building between her legs. She arched her back and grabbed Shane’s ass cheeks… pulling him hard into her crotch, as another warm, euphoric tsunami washed over her entire body.
“Oh, my God, Shane… are you fucking kidding me… oh, shit… yeah… damn, you go so deep… yeah… yeah… keep going… aaaaaaahhhhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhh… shit, that feels incredible… aaaaahhhhhhh… ooooohhhhhhhhh… you feel so good inside me… aaaaahhhhhhhh…. hmmmmmmm…”
Shane grinned as he watched Tara writhe in ecstasy… impaled on his pumping prick and relishing the lingering aftermath of her second orgasm.
After a minute, or so, he picked up the pace… hammering his thick pole in and out of her drenched pussy… until he suddenly caught his breath… then held tightly onto her legs… and slammed his stiff hard-on as far into her pussy as it would go… letting out a loud grunt as he shoved it deep inside her, and prompting a startled yelp from Tara… as he blasted several streams of warm, gooey splooge all over the walls of her soaking wet cunt.
He pulled his cock out until only the tip was still inside her, then groaned and rammed it back in… spewing more jets of cum deep inside Tara’s vagina… causing her to let out a grunt, and making her heavy breasts slap up against her chin from the force of his thrust.
Shane pulled is throbbing prick out to the tip… then plunged it back in again… painting the sides of Tara’s cunt with even more cum, and causing her to grunt again from the force of his lunge.
Shane couldn’t help but smile, as he watched Tara’s big tits bounce up and down on her chest… crashing into each other, and nearly slapping her face with every one of his powerful jabs.
He did this several more times… pulling out slowly, then plowing his raging boner back into Tara’s pussy… causing both of them to grunt from the force of his thrusts… as he blasted several more ropes of jizzm inside her overflowing cunt… again and again… until his nutsack was finally empty.
Still standing on the main deck between Tara’s spread legs, Shane gasped for air as he mumbled about how good it felt… then leaned forward onto her chest and rested his head on the soft cushion of her heaving breasts.
He continued to slowly rock his hips… sliding his still hard penis in and out of Tara’s wet vagina… causing cum and pussy juices to leak from around the shaft of his rigid pole, and drip down the crack of her ass onto the towel beneath her… as the two of them mumbled about how good it felt, while waiting for their breathing to return to normal.
Still trying to catch his breath… and with his cock still shoved deep inside her cunt… Shane lifted his head and began sucking and pulling on Tara’s rock-hard nipples… nibbling on them with his teeth, and teasing them with his tongue.
Tara moaned and whimpered as she held Shane’s head to her boobs… enjoying the attention to her tits… while she continued to revel in the slowly fading sensations of her recent orgasms.
When their breathing had finally settled down, Shane stood up and slowly pulled his still semi-hard erection out of Tara’s sopping wet pussy… letting it bounce and sway between his legs, as he stood at the edge of the raised deck… enjoying the sight of Tara’s spread legs and dripping vagina splayed out in front of him.
Tara propped herself up on her elbows again… and looked down past her breasts and in between her legs to check out Shane’s slimy dick… still sticking out from his hips, with a gentle bend to the thick shaft… almost like the bulbous tip was too heavy to hold up.
With her eyes locked onto his dangling prick and a wry smile on her face, Tara slowly shook her head and said, “Holy fuck, Shane…. that is one impressive cock.”
Shane chuckled at the compliment… causing his long shaft to jiggle even more… which seemed to please Tara, as continued to admire his enormous schlong swaying gently back and forth between his legs.
After enjoying the view for a few moments, Tara leaned forward and sucked the tip of Shane’s softening penis into her mouth… using her tongue and lips to clean it off, before giving it a playful slap… then leaned back again, with her elbows propping her up from behind.
Shane grabbed his shorts from around his ankles, and… with his eyes darting between Tara’s jiggling tits and gaping pussy… pulled them back up… then chuckled, and said, “Well, Tara… that was a really great lunch break… but I better get back to work.”
Tara grinned, and said, “Of course”…. then, with a heavy sigh, she put her sunglasses on and laid back down… calling out after him, “Thanks, Shane…. I think that was my favorite lunch break ever!”
Then she giggled and added, “Hell, if you give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath, I’ll even make you a sandwich.”
She could hear him laughing as he made his way back down to the staterooms to resume his work.
The same thing happened the next day… at lunch time, Shane took a break, and fucked Tara on the padded tanning deck again… this time slamming his stiff cock into her pussy from behind while she was on her hands and knees… her heavy breasts flailing around beneath her…. the two of them grunting and panting, as he pounded away between her legs… until they both had explosive orgasms, and collapsed onto the padded deck.
Then she made him a sandwich.
On Friday morning, Tara kissed her husband goodbye as he headed off to the dealership, then sat on the sofa in the galley… totally naked… as she waited for Shane to arrive.
Shane showed up around nine, as usual, and noticed her laying on the couch as he made his way down the companionway steps to the scullery.
Tara smiled when she saw him… then spread her legs wide and ran two fingers up and down between her already moist pussy lips, and said, “Good morning, hon… thought it might be nice to have a quickie before you got started today.”
Shane laughed, as he slipped off his swim trunks, saying, “I like the way you think…”
Once he was naked, Shane walked over to the side of the sofa, with his big, flaccid cock swinging right next to Tara’s face.
With her legs still spread wide, Tara sucked the tip of his stiffening penis into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth… stroking his shaft with one hand, while fondling his nutsack with the other.
Shane stood with his hands on his hips… staring at her swaying boobs and exposed vagina… and moaning his pleasure, as Tara sucked on his growing erection.
After a minute or two of just reveling in his early morning blowjob, Shane reached out with one hand to massage Tara’s soft tits, while reaching between her spread legs with the other hand to finger her pussy and tease her clit.
Her moans of pleasure mixed with his… and it didn’t take long before Shane’s cock was fully erect, and Tara’s pussy was dripping wet.
Shane lifted Tara up from the sofa and traded places with her… so that he was sitting on the couch, and she was perched on top of his lap… straddling his hips. She reached between her legs and found his thick boner… lined up the tip with her drenched pussy opening… then slowly lowered herself onto his 9” hard-on.
Tara began bouncing up and down on Shane’s engorged prick… over and over and over… enjoying the feeling of his stiff dick getting deeper and deeper inside her cunt with every one of her downward lunges.
Shane grabbed her flailing tits… squeezing the soft boob flesh, and sucking her taut nipples into his mouth… gently biting and pulling on them, one after the other.
Tara closed her eyes and let out a guttural moan, as she relished the feeling of Shane’s enormous cock hitting all the right spots inside her, and giving her the sense of being totally filled. She leaned forward, so that her swaying boobs smacked against Shane’s cheeks, and her throbbing clit rubbed deliciously against the base of his thick shaft, as she continued to bounce up and down on his rigid pole.
It didn’t take long before she felt the familiar sensations of a massive orgasm building between her legs. She continued bouncing up and down on Shane’s engorged hard-on, then suddenly caught her breath… threw her head back… and erupted.
“Oh, yeah… oh, yeah… just like that… yeah… right there… holy fuck, you go so deep… yeah…. uhnn… uhnn… yeah… fuck, I’m cumming… uhnn… uhnn…. oooooohhhhhhhhh…. shit, yeah, right there…. aaaaaahhhhhhhh… aaaaahhhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhhh…. oooohhhhhhhhh… hmmmmmmmm…. “
Shane smiled, as he enjoyed Tara’s bouncing tits slapping against his face… the stiff nipples poking into his cheeks with every one of her lunges, and the soft boob flesh pummeling his nose and chin.
He chuckled to himself when he heard Tara climax, then grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed his steely boner in and out of her sloppy wet pussy… again and again… until he suddenly let out a guttural rasp… and blasted several streams of hot, creamy jizzm deep inside Tara’s sodden cunt.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good… uhnn… uhnn… uhnn… yeah… ah… aaaaahhhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhhh… uhnn… uhnn… fucking amazing…. aaaahhhhhhhh…. oooohhhhhhhhh… nice… hmmmmmmm…”
Shane grinned as he enjoyed his morning orgasm… pumping his cock in and out of Tara’s slippery vagina until his ball sack was finally empty. Then he pushed his stiff hard-on as far into Tara’s cunt as it would go, and held it there as she twerked her hips… grinding her clit against the base of his thick shaft… while she finished riding her climax to its peak… then relished its ebbing afterglow as it slowly faded.
Afterwards, Tara plopped down onto Shane’s chest… both of them gasping for air and waiting for their heart rates to return to normal.
When their breathing had finally settled down, Shane said, “Damn, Tara… this was a great way to start the day… and I love fucking you like this… but I really need to get to work, or your husband’s going to think I’m slacking off.”
With a heavy sigh, Tara chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I know… it just feels so good inside me, I hate to pull it out.”
After another minute, or so, she gradually lifted herself off Shane’s lap… her drenched cunt slowly releasing its grip on his still semi-hard penis… causing it to make a ‘plop’ sound when it finally pulled free.
With an appreciative grin on her face, Tara bent over Shane’s lap and sucked his glistening prick into her mouth… using her lips and tongue to clean it off, while he massaged and squeezed her dangling boobs, and gently tweaked her rock-hard nipples.
Shane slipped his swim trunks back on, and started working where he’d left off the day before… while Tara cleaned up the canteen, then headed up to the tanning deck to begin her day of leisure… sunbathing… naked… as usual.
At lunchtime, they fucked again… this time, with Tara laying on the padded deck, with Shane kneeling between her spread legs… plowing his huge erection in and out of her wet pussy, and watching her heavy breasts bouncing up and down on her chest… smacking against each other in rhythm with his powerful thrusts… her long, stiff nipples pointing at the sky, and floating back and forth on her thrashing tits like two bobbers in choppy waters.
They climaxed nearly simultaneously… just like earlier that morning… then Shane went back to working on the boat, and Tara returned to sunbathing and reading on the tanning deck.
When Vernon got home after work, he did a walk-through with Shane to check that all the required work was completed.
He loved the quality of work Shane had done, and everything looked good… really good… but there were three minor things in the galley that needed to be touched up before they handed the boat over to Mr. Dewitt. After discussing the touch-up items, Shane and Vernon agreed it would only take about two hours to complete the remaining work.
Since the sale was scheduled for the next day… Saturday… and the yacht needed to be sailed down to the other marina for the transfer, Vernon asked Shane if he’d come by in the morning, and finish the work onboard while Tara drove the yacht down the Florida coast to Port Salerno.
Sailing to Port Salerno would be about a three hour trip, so there would be plenty of time for Shane to complete the finishing touches in the galley before docking the yacht at the Mariner Cay Marina.
With a wry grin, and a quick, conspiratorial glance at Tara, Shane readily agreed.
Vernon said, “Perfect… I’ll drive down early in the morning in my car and finish the sale while you guys are in-route. Then we can do a walk-through with Mr. Dewitt and his wife when you get the boat to the marina.”
All three nodded their heads in agreement, then Vernon added, “When we’re done, I can drive the three of us back to Cocoa Beach in my car.”
After Shane left, Vernon and Tara spent a few hours removing what little they had on-board their “Princess”, and putting it in storage, so the yacht would be ready to hand over to Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt the following day.
They spent the night in a luxury hotel near the Cocoa Village Marina… flopping into bed from exhaustion, and quickly falling asleep.
Early on Saturday morning, Tara woke up to the feeling of her husband pressed up against her back… one hand reaching around to massage her breasts… and his morning wood nudging her naked ass cheeks from behind.
Tara yawned herself away, then looked over her shoulder with bleary eyes and said, “What are you doing, Vern?”
Vernon gripped her boobs a little harder, and rubbed his throbbing boner against her butt a little more enthusiastically, saying, “It’s a big day, babe… thought we might get it started with a little fun this morning.”
Tara chuckled, and shifted one leg forward so that Vernon had better access to her vagina… then looked over her shoulder again and said, “Help yourself, big boy.”
Vernon smiled as he reached between her legs and fondled her pussy lips, running his fingers up and down the slit between them… then grinning to himself as he noticed her pussy becoming moist to his touch.
He slipped two of his fingers into her wet vagina, and began sliding them in and out. He nibbled on the lobe of her ear, as he continued massaging her soft tits from behind… enjoying the low moans of pleasure Tara made as he found her stiffening nipples and gently pulled on them.
Tara loved having her earlobes nibbled on… and her nipples pulled on… which was making her even wetter… as Vernon continued finger-blasting her pussy and caressing her heavy breasts.
After a few minutes, Tara reached between her legs and grabbed Vernon’s throbbing hard-on… lined it up with her drenched pussy opening… then rocked her hips backward as her husband shoved his engorged prick into her wet cunt as far as it would go.
Tara smiled to herself as she realized that Vernon’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Shane’s…. but it still felt good, and she pushed her hips back into every one of his forward thrusts, while using one hand between her legs to enthusiastically rub her erect clitoris.
She had a delicious orgasm just as Vernon grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed his stiff boner into her… hard… blasting several ropes of splooge all over the walls of her cunt.
He kept pumping his cock in and out of her pussy from behind until he was finally done cumming, then… after resting for a couple of minutes… climbed out of bed and took a shower before jumping in his car and heading down to Port Salerno to sell their yacht.
Tara rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour, or so, then got up and showered.
Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the cockpit of their yacht… wearing another one of her skimpy bikinis… with the engines running and everything ready to go… when Shane showed up and jumped on-board.
As Tara fired up the engines and pulled out of their berth at Cocoa Village Marina, Shane went down to the galley to do the final touch-up work he needed to get done.
While Shane worked below deck, Tara steered the yacht out to deep waters… until the Florida coast was relatively small in the distance, and there were only a few other boats in sight… then stood on the control deck and set a southward course for Port Salerno.
It didn’t take long for Shane to complete his work. After about two hours, he climbed the steps to the cockpit, where he found Tara standing at the yacht’s steering wheel… looking out at a vast empty sea of blue water as the “Princess” sluiced effortlessly through the smooth, wave-less ocean.
He slipped up behind her, reached around from behind with both hands and pushed her bikini top up to her chin. He grabbed her tits… squeezing and massaging the soft flesh… then finding her nipples with his fingers and pulling on them… smiling to himself as he felt them stiffen to his touch.
Tara leaned back against Shane’s chest and moaned, as she continued to man the steering wheel while he fondled her boobs and nudged her nearly naked ass cheeks with his growing hard-on.
Tara smiled as she reached behind her and found the bulge in his swim trunks… running her hand up and down the outline of his thick shaft through his shorts.
She giggled and said, “Let’s get these off”, as she helped him push his shorts down to his ankles.
While still standing at the helm in the cockpit, Tara pushed her bikini bottoms down to her feet and kicked them aside…. then spread her legs and bent over slightly, as Shane untied her bikini top and tossed it onto the captain’s chair behind them.
They were a little more than halfway to Port Salerno… so still had about an hour to go before reaching the other marina… when Shane released Tara’s tits, then grabbed her hip with one hand, and the shaft of his rigid boner with the other.
Tara bent over a little farther and spread her legs a little more to give Shane better access to her dripping wet pussy.
Shane chuckled as he watched her position herself for his onslaught, saying, “I have to admit, I love you in this position.”
Tara smiled over her shoulder and quipped, “And I love what you’re about to do to me in this position.”
Shane laughed out loud as he lined up the tip of his cock up with Tara’s totally drenched vagina, then shoved his hips forward… sliding his huge boner all the way in with one massive push… and causing her to grunt from the force of his thrust.
“Uhnn… oooohhhhhh… holy shit, Shane… hmmmmmm… yeah, shove it in there… hmmmmmm… God, you feel so fucking good inside me…”
Shane began pounding his stiff prick in and out of Tara’s snatch… causing her dangling tits to bounce around beneath her… slapping the steering wheel in front of her with every one of his forward lunges.
“Uhnn… uhnn…. my God, that feels amazing… uhnn… holy fuck, you go so deep… uhnn… uhnn… yeah… keep going… harder…. yeah…. even harder… yeah, like that… keep going… hmmmmmmm… shit, that feels good.”
Tara could feel a tremendous orgasm building between her legs, and she released the helm with one hand so she could slip it between her legs to furiously rub her throbbing clit.
It didn’t take long before she let out a wail… shoved her ass hard into Shane’s pounding hips… then closed her eyes… and exploded… as an intense, luxurious climax coursed through her entire body.
Her trembling legs threatened to buckle, but Shane’s thick cock slamming in and out of her wet cunt, and his hands holding tight to her flailing boobs, managed to help keep her upright, as she relished the tingly, euphoric sensations washing over her like a warm tidal wave.
Hearing Tara cum seemed to shift Shane into another gear, as he picked up the pace… shifting his hands from her tits to her hips, and hammering away between her legs… until he suddenly caught his breath… then let out a guttural moan… and blasted rope after rope of white, creamy splooge all over the walls of Tara’s drenched pussy.
“Oh, fuck, Tara… uhnn… uhnn… you feel so tight… uhnn… yeah… uhnn… uhnn… shit, I’m gonna cum… uhnn… uhnn… yeah… ah… aaaaaaahhhhhhh…. aaaaahhhhhhh… uhnn… uhnn… yeeeaaaahhhhh…. holy, fuck that’s incredible… uhn…. uhn… hmmmmmm…”
With his stiff cock still sliding in and out of Tara’s slippery cunt, Shane mumbled some more… then leaned forward onto her back to catch his breath… both of them relishing their incredible orgasms, as cum and pussy juices leaked from around his pumping shaft, and dripped onto the cockpit deck between their legs.
After they’d rested for a minute, or so, Shane pulled his still semi-hard penis out of Tara’s drenched cunt. She spun around and squatted between his legs… sucking the tip of his slimy dick into her mouth, then using her tongue and lips to clean it off, as more jizzm dripped from her gaping snatch onto the floor between her legs.
Shane pulled his surfer shorts up from around his ankles, as Tara picked up her bikini bottoms from the cockpit deck and slipped them back on. Then she grabbed her bikini top from the captain’s chair and tied it back in place…. pulling the narrow flaps of material back over her still taut nipples and areolas.
Tara resumed her position at the helm, with her hands on the steering wheel, while Shane leaned up against her back… reaching around to fondle and massage her swaying boobs from behind… as they finished the last few minutes of their voyage.
When they got within sight of the Marnier Cay Marina, Tara called Vernon to get Mr. Dewitt’s assigned berth for the yacht… then sailed into the marina and pulled the “Princess” into the designated slip.
Tara and Shane waited onboard, while Vernon finished the paperwork needed to transfer ownership of the yacht to Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt. Shane occasionally fondled Tara’s pendulous boobs as they waited, and Tara couldn’t help but reach over and squeeze the bulge in his pants periodically, as they sat on the overstuffed deck chairs in the front of the yacht, waiting for the others to join them onboard.
After the sale was completed, Vernon led Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt down to the pier, and onto the boat, so they could spend some time ‘ooohing’ and ‘aaahing’ over their new purchase.
Shane pointed out all the upgrades and repairs he’d made as they moved through the galley and the staterooms beneath the main deck. Mr. Dewitt was obviously impressed with Shane’s work, and the group continued to make their way through the lower passageways and staterooms as he and his wife beamed and gushed.
As they were approaching the companionway ladder up to the main deck, Doug held Tara back from the others and… with his eyes locked onto her barely covered boobs… whispered into her ear, “I think you owe me something.”
Tara smiled up at him and whispered back, “Of course, Mr. Dewitt… a promise is a promise.”
He chuckled, and said, “You can just call me ‘Doug’.”
She giggled… then nodded, and quietly replied, “OK… Doug… leave this to me.”
As the group was heading up the aft stairs, just past the master stateroom, Tara casually grabbed Doug’s arm to hold him back from the others. She gently nudged him up against the passageway wall, and reached between his legs to fondle and squeeze the outline of his cock through his shorts… it made her smile to realize it was already semi-hard in anticipation of what she was about to do.
Tara grinned up at Doug’s hopeful face… then turned her head toward the other three who had already made their way to the main deck, and called up the ladder to them, “Go ahead and show Mrs. Dewitt the rest of the ‘Princess’, Vern…. Doug and I are going to pop a cork down here in the galley, and get some champagne out for everyone.”
Vernon called back, “Great idea, babe”, as he, Shane, and Mrs. Dewitt moved on with their tour of the yacht and all its lavish amenities.
Smiling up at Doug’s silly grin, Tara unzipped his pants, and pulled out his nearly erect penis… stroking the stiffening shaft, then using it to lead him to the galley, where there was a bit more room.
Tara sat on the sofa in the galley, then giggled as she used Doug’s now fully erect hard-on to pull him in between her spread legs, and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Doug seemed almost in shock… standing there with his legs spread… moaning softly… as Tara licked and sucked his throbbing dick, while stroking his shaft with one of her hands.
After a minute, or so, Doug reached between them and pulled Tara’s tits out from behind the skimpy bikini top they were tucked into. He began massaging her soft boob flesh and playing with her hard nipples, as Tara started bobbing her head back and forth on his stiff boner…. using her tongue to stimulate the ridge around the head of his prick and fondling his dangling nutsack…. hoping to encourage a quick climax.
It seemed to work… although Tara grinned around the shaft sliding in and out of her mouth and wondered to herself if it was her cock-sucking technique that prompted the fast ejaculation… or just Doug’s over-excitement from having a stranger giving him a blowjob below deck, while his wife was just a few feet away.
It didn’t really matter… Tara sucked on Doug’s stiff erection, and jerked his rigid pole with her hand, as he blasted several streams of warm, gooey spunk against the back of her throat. She swallowed his load, then quickly stroked out the last few drops of cum and licked them off the tip of his cock… before shoving his spent dick back inside his shorts, and pulling up the zipper.
Doug seemed almost intoxicated as he stood there marinating in his lingering orgasm.
Tara stood up… shoved her boobs back inside her skimpy bikini top… then giggled, as she gave Doug’s fading erection a quick squeeze through his shorts and said, “OK, Doug… let’s get that champagne out of the fridge. We need to get it poured before my husband finishes showing your wife the rest of the boat.”
Tara pulled out two bottles of Krug champagne, and Doug quickly uncorked both of them. Tara finished pouring the fifth glass just as the other three rejoined them in the canteen. With smiles all around, the five of them toasted the Dewitt’s, and their beautiful new “Princess”… wishing them many happy voyages on their luxury yacht.
Then they all walked up the pier to the Pirate’s Cove restaurant for a celebratory meal of oysters Rockefeller and broiled sea bass… the Dewitt’s enjoying the moment, and chatting happily about their magnificent boat.
After dinner the Dewitt’s drove away from the marina…. occasionally glancing back and grinning shamelessly at their latest new toy.
Vernon and the others jumped into his car, and he drove the three of them back to Cocoa Beach… looking into the rear-view mirror periodically, as he chatted with Shane in the back seat.
As he drove, Vernon told Tara and Shane that he already had his eye on a four-year old El Rey Sunseeker yacht to replace the one they’d just sold… about 70’ long, which is bigger than their “Princess”, and even more luxurious.
He added, “I’m getting a really good price on it, since it has a couple of minor things that need to be fixed.”
With his eyes on the road in front of them, Vernon called back to Shane, and said, “Can you come by and do the repairs, Shane? It shouldn’t take too long… maybe a couple of days, at most.”
Vernon glanced into the rear-view mirror again and added, “I really love the work you did on the ‘Princess’… I think my wife liked it, too. What do you think?”
Tara smiled back at Shane from the front seat, and chimed in, “Yes, Shane… you really do very nice work.”
Shane gave Tara a wry grin… then met Vernon’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, and said, “Sure, Vern… it’d be my pleasure.”