"Oh, Captain," she whispered. "I just want you to fuck me all night long."
Seeing that her little daughter intended to spend the entire night in his bed, Joan slipped out of the room so they could be alone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Walking out onto the deck, Joan had never felt so horny in her life. Watching the captain balling her little daughter had really turned her on, and she knew she'd lose her mind if the didn't find someone to screw her right away.
Slowly strolling along, she suddenly noticed a man spread out on a deck chair, enjoying the balmy tropical night. He was almost hidden in the shadows, but as she approached the man, she recognized him as David Hampton. He and his overweight wife were among the guests assigned to the same dinner table as she and her daughter were. She'd always considered him a rather handsome man, and Joan couldn't understand why he was married to such a gross-looking woman.
"Hello, David," she smiled. "What are you doing out here?"
"Enjoying the night air."
"Where's Heather?" she asked, referring to his fat wife.
"Gone to bed."
"May I join you?"
"Certainly."
Smiling, she spread herself out on a deck chair so close to his that their bodies were practically touching.
"It's so peaceful out here," she sighed, bending her knees so her skirt would fall back around her naked thighs.
As they casually made light conversation, Joan was very much aware of how the man was excitedly staring at her sleek bare legs.
"What are you doing out on the deck by yourself?" he asked.
"If I told you," she said, "you'd be shocked."
"No I wouldn't."
"D'ya promise?"
"I promise." He grinned.
"Okay," said Joan after taking a deep breath. "I feel so damned horny I came out here to cool off."
The man just stared at her in stunned silence.
"You asked for it." She smiled, taking his hand and pressing it against the soft naked flesh of her thighs. "But I've never needed a fuck so badly in my life."
Completely shocked by her words as well as her actions, David knew he should pull his hand away, but her warm bare skin felt so good against his fingers. Even though he and his wife rarely had sex anymore, David had never once cheated on her. But looking at the seductive woman spread out next to him, he wondered how this beautiful creature would be in bed.
"Do you think I'm naughty to be in a horny mood?" she whispered, slowly guiding his hand toward her simmering pussy.
"I d-don't know," he stammered. "People can't always control their moods."
Completely mesmerized, he couldn't find the will to stop her as Joan eased his hand along her inner thigh until his finger grazed against the warm softness of her silky pubic hair.
"Oooooooh, that feels so naughty and good," she teased, pressing his hand against the moist hotness of her puffy pussy mound.
David hadn't dreamed that she wasn't wearing panties, and his entire body gave a lurch when his finger made contact with her slippery wet cunt.
"Oh, David," she softly sighed, inserting his thick fingertip into her hot, juicy pussyhole. "Please play with my horny little cunt."
Wriggling around on the deck chair, she spread her thighs wide open to give his fingers easier access to her hotly oozing twat. The beautiful woman was all moist and slippery down between her legs as she watched the nervous man's fingers probing around the hot swollen lips of her steamy pussy.
"Oh, David," she squealed with delight when he suddenly plunged his thick middle finger into the scalding hotness of her squirming fuckhole. "That's what I need."
Excited by the feel of her hot slick inner flesh squeezing against his finger, the man began twisting his deeply embedded digit all around in her trembling hole. From the light shining through a porthole, David could see Joan's creamy cunt juices glistening on his finger as he breathlessly watched it slurping in and out between her slippery pink pussylips.
"Oh, David, baby!" she whimpered, writhing her hot juicy slit up against his hand. "This feels so fuckin' good, honey!"
The idea of fingering this beautiful woman who was practically a stranger to him was exciting the man. Watching Joan writhing around on the deck chair as his finger lewdly squished in and out of her cunt was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen.
"Oh, fuck!" she squealed when his finger found her hard quivering clit. "That's it, honey! Rub me off, baby! Rub me off!"
Spurred on by her squeals of delight, David began rolling her hard clitty between his thumb and forefinger. He could feel the hot juices frothing out of her wildly aroused twat as he feverishly rolled and massaged her swollen joy-button.
"Oh, sweet David," she groaned in ecstasy, screwing her pussy all around his swirling fuckhole. "I'm gonna come, honey… gonna come!"
The wildly turned-on woman was feverishly grinding her ass around on the deck chair as his finger plunged in and out of her dripping hot cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she cried out, locking her soft naked thighs against his hand. "I'm coming, honey! Oh, shit, how I'm coming!"
When her orgasm began receding, the man pulled his cream-coated finger out of the beautiful woman's hotly oozing snatch.
"David," she spoke a few minutes later as they both lay relaxing on their deck chairs. "Is your wife waiting for you?"
"God, no," he said. "She starts snoring the minute her head hits the pillow, and she never wakes up again until morning."
"Then would you like to come over to my cabin for a while?" she asked, knowing that Lucy would be spending the night with the captain. "I promise you a little party you'll never forget."
"Well." He grinned, rising to his feet. "I don't see how a any man could turn down a proposition like that."
The moment they were alone in her cabin, Joan quickly stripped and threw herself on the bed.
"Hurry up," she said. "I've got a hot little curt waiting here fix you."
Looking at her lovely naked body writhing around on the bed, David quickly removed his clothes and lay down beside the beautiful woman.
Grasping his thick shaft in her fingers, Joan began rubbing and rolling the throbbing boner against her soft bare tummy. She loved the way the heat of his hard cock burned into her flesh. It was a long thick dong, and she could hardly wait to feel it stuffed up between her legs.
Feeling in an exceptionally horny mood, she crawled down and slipped the head of his prick into her moist warm mouth. Moving her hand down between his legs, she cupped his swollen nut-sac in her palm. The feel of the thick hair and crinkly skin of his balls sent wild sparks streaking through her loins.
"Jesus Christ," she whispered. "That's sure a beautiful fuckin' cock."
Finally, removing her hands from his balls, she grasped the thick base of his shaft as she continued teasing her lips around his big purple cockhead. It felt so deliciously hard as she lightly brushed her mouth over the swollen knob. Then, letting her tongue dart out, she teasingly flicked it against his sensitive prick.
Swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, she could feel the handsome man trembling with excitement. Smiling up at his excited face, Joan began running her tongue up and down the entire underside of his sensitive shaft. She could feel it swelling and throbbing to her touch as she teased her warm wet tongue all around the flaring ridge at the base of his swollen knob.
"Oh, my God!" she heard the man groaning in ecstasy.
"D'ya like this?"
"God, yes!"
"Is your wife a good cock-sucker?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "She's never done it to me."
"Is this your first blow-job?"