He noticed that the boat was drifting faster and quickly swam to the side, climbing up onto the flush deck and shaking water out of his hair.
“That was just amazing,” Pam said from the fishing deck. “I’d have run out of energy half an hour ago, max.”
“I didn’t swim long enough,” Mike said, walking up the stairs to the deck. “The wind is picking up a bit.”
“Mike, do we have to fish this afternoon?” Courtney said, coming down from the bridge and handing him a beer in a koozie.
“No,” Mike admitted.
“Good,” she replied, tossing a cushion on the deck and dropping to her knees, head bowed. “Master, can this slave service you on her knees?”
“Over here,” Mike said, walking to the fighting chair and sitting down. It was adjustable vertically and he dropped it to the lowest setting then pointed at Pam.
“Slave, take off your clothes, grab another cushion, and come over here.”
He put Courtney in front of him and Pam to his side, facing Courtney, carefully resting the beer bottle on Pam’s back.
“Stay very still,” he said roughly, “and it won’t fall over. If you spill my beer you will be punished. And watch this training; you will be next.”
He looked at Courtney and pointed to his crotch. “Show me what you can do. I doubt that you know how to truly give a blowjob.”
Courtney’s eyes widened in anger and he held up a finger.
“I checked the repeater,” he said, waving at the small group of instruments on the fishing deck. “There aren’t any boats around. Consider this in scene.”
“I’m still not too sure about being told how to ‘truly give a blowjob,’ ” Courtney said exasperatedly. “Most guys are just glad to get them at all.”
“Well, we can play a different game,” Mike admitted, “or we can find out if you know how to give a really good blowjob. And, if not, I can give you some tips. Your call.”
“If she’s not game, I am,” Pam said, desperately trying to keep the bottle upright. “And she can be the table.”
Mike picked up the bottle and set it on the deck.
“Your call,” Mike repeated.
“What’s involved in a really good blowjob, then?” Courtney asked.
“Well, I haven’t found out if you already know, yet,” Mike admitted, grinning. “Care to test the waters?”
Courtney raised one eyebrow, then pulled his shorts down, trailing her hair over his crotch and using her hand to take him in her mouth. She started fellating him, slowly, sucking moderately hard.
“Okay,” Mike said, “question: Are you trying to make it last or get it over with, quick?”
“Huh?” Courtney said, straightening up.
“Because if you’re trying to get it over with quick, we need to talk,” Mike said, shrugging.
“I was… just doing it,” Courtney said, confused.
“All right, first item to know,” Mike said. “If you go slow, you’re drawing it out. By that I mean head motion. If you want to give a long, slow blow, that’s cool. If you’re trying to drive the guy crazy, it’s very cool. If you’re trying to get it over with, you’d better speed way up and suck harder.”
“I’m always afraid to suck too hard,” Courtney admitted. “I bothered a guy that way one time. He said it hurt.”
“There’s sucking and sucking,” Mike said. “But the way to get a guy off, quick, is to suck very hard, move your head fast and use your hands at the same time. For that matter,” he added, shrugging, “if you want to get him off really quick, you can stick a finger up his rectum and tickle his prostate.”
“That’s gross,” Pam said. “Yick!”
“I’m not saying you should do it,” Mike said. “I, personally, don’t like it. But it’s how to get a guy off really fast.”
Courtney had found herself lightly stroking him and she suddenly stopped, blushing.
“I can’t believe… sometimes I sort of catch myself…” she said, half laughing.
“Same here,” Pam said, moving from her knees to sit cross legged on the deck. “So slow and light for a long blow and hard and fast for a short one?”
“In general,” Mike said. “Some guys get off really fast on them. Some don’t. Some guys, and I think they’re either lying or nuts, say they don’t like them. Me, I love them, good, bad, or indifferent.”
“Hand and head will be tricky,” Courtney said, grasping his member with her hand and lowering her head.
“Try just the forefinger and thumb,” Mike said as she started to get in rhythm. “It’s easier. And you won’t keep slamming the heel of your hand into my balls.”
“Mmmm,” Courtney said, her head starting to move faster.
“Try sucking harder,” Mike said hoarsely. “Like you’re trying to give a hickey… that’s it.” He lay back and groaned. “Yeah… like that.”
“Don’t cum in my mouth,” Courtney said, leaning back for a moment but continuing to stroke.
“Won’t,” Mike promised, his eyes closed.
“This is hard on the neck,” Courtney said, coming up for air again and pulling out a hair.
“Practice makes perfect,” Mike admitted, pulling her hand away. “Pam’s turn.”
“Yes, O master,” Pam said, chuckling. But she scooched over to where Courtney had been as Courtney took her pad.
“You didn’t cum,” Courtney said, frowning.
“I was holding back,” Mike admitted. “Otherwise you would have tasted the fruit of knowledge.”
“That’s one I haven’t heard,” Pam said, taking his member in forefinger and thumb and going down on him.
“You’re going slow on purpose,” Mike said accusingly.
“Yep,” Pam said, coming up with a grin. “I figure it’s payback time.”
“Can I cum in your mouth?” Mike asked.
“Sure,” Pam said, going down on him again. No more than a minute later she felt his member start to pulse and then her mouth was filled with cum.
“That was quick,” she said, swallowing and then picking up his beer to wash the taste out.
“Let’s just say that I was ready,” Mike admitted, grinning. “And I wasn’t about to let you tease me too long.”
“But now the lesson is all over,” Pam said, mock sadly.
“Oh, we haven’t even started,” Mike promised.
Afterwards he led them through the five major positions of dominance, then shackled them together on the lounge floor, forcing them to play with each other while he moved the boat to a protected harbor and got supper ready. When it was prepared, he tied them, facing him, on their knees, and fed them bites from his plate, forcing them to ask for each morsel and each sip of wine. They played on into the night and only stopped near dawn, tumbling into the main cabin bed in an exhausted, happy pile.
Late the next morning, when Mike woke up, he could feel by the rocking of the boat that the weather had changed. Sure enough, when he looked outside, there were high alto-cumulus clouds and a thunderhead building. Crap.