"Aaahhh," Sue moaned again. She got the idea. He wanted her to get rid of her panties, too. Why not? He was already touching her down there, what was the sense of having panties in the way? She might as well get rid of them, too. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic on either side of his hairy wrist, and shoved her panties down. They caught on her asscheeks. Then her shorts and her underpants were in an uncomfortable tangle around her upper thighs, held there by her spread-legged pose. Impatiently, she moved her legs together, crushing Bill's hand. She shoved and wriggled, and at last her shorts and panties dropped down. She kicked out of them, and her shoes at the same time. Naked, she backed up against him, and he continued probing and stimulating her cunt with one hand, torturing her breast with his other.
He was pumping his finger in her dripping pussy, grinding his palm against her clitoris, and that was all. She wanted more, she wanted him, his cock, in her cunt.
"Stop torturing me," she whispered. She ripped his finger out of her pussy, turned inside his other arm, and pasted her naked body against his hard clothed one and began to devour him with her mouth. She clawed at him frantically. His arms were around her, his fingers digging into her naked back, then sliding down to clutch at her meaty buttocks and haul her hips in tight against him. His fingers bit into her ass, pried insolently into her crack. She loved it.
Releasing him, she backed off slightly and unknotted his ascot, then unbuttoned his jacket. He stood in front of her, grinning insolently, confidently. He barely helped her at all as she hauled his jacket, then his shirt off, baring his torso. He was tanned and lean and hard. His chest had an exciting coating of silver hair that accented his healthy tan. Sue ran her fingers through the hair, touched and circled the dark bumps of his nipples. Then she ran her hands down his flat hard stomach. What she really wanted was lower, harder, longer, stiffer.
She unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers and hauled them and his shorts down together. She knelt in front of him, slipped his shoes off and dragged his pants off, without taking her eyes off what she wanted so badly. It was right in front of her nose: pale white, purple-capped, stabbing out sharply from a jet-black pubic bush that was flecked with silver. It gleamed in the sunlight pouring through the window. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It and strong, perfectly proportioned. It made her mouth water. She leaned forward, opened her lips and let it slide into her mouth, all without really even thinking about it. She bathed it with her tongue, washed it lovingly.
Standing over the lush, naked redhead, Bill looked down at her smooth, pale back admiringly, superiorly. He stroked her head gently as she sucked his cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet and loving around his prick, but this wasn't what he wanted. She was going to find out what he wanted, soon. Then she leaned back, on her haunches, and looked up at him, her lips glistening with saliva. Her arms were close together, pushing her breasts inward, making them look even bigger than they were. Down between her sleek thighs he could see the dark triangle of her auburn pubic bush.
Gently, he reached down and lifted her to her feet. Submissively, she let him guide her, not caring where he took her so long as she got what she so desperately needed. "Please, don't make me wait too long," she pleaded.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," he told her. "You are too desirable for me to stall. I am as impatient as you are. Hut, on the other hand, like a fine vintage wine, this must be enjoyed in the proper fashion, and not too hastily."
He guided her down the short flight of stairs to the stateroom area, then to a large stateroom in the bow. Against the forward bulkhead, centered on it, was a queen sized bed. It was covered with a fur bedspread. With a happy purr, Sue stretched out on the tickling soft fur and rolled over on her back. She displayed herself shamelessly spread her legs to reveal the scarlet wet heart of her cunt.
Overhead, the ceiling bounced her reflection back at her. A mirror showed every inch of her naked body. She spread her arms and her legs and admired the graceful pink and white symmetry of her body, the neat, dark-red patch of her pussy.
She watched in the mirror as her naked host joined her on the bed. She thought he was going to cover her with his body, and was disappointed when he didn't. Instead, he rolled her over. Then his hand was digging between her buttocks and Sue hitched her ass up, thinking he wanted to fuck her dog fashion.
The touch of a finger at her asshole sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her. Then he was driving, thrusting, twisting his finger into her ass. There was biting, searing pain, and undeniable, unmistakable pleasure. Her cheek on the soft, fur spread, Sue moaned from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Kneeling beside her, Bill studied her as he drove his finger into the tight, resisting, greasy hole of her anus. He saw her face twist with pain and pleasure, saw her writhe as he bored into her rectum. She had one of the finest, firmest, whitest asses he had ever seen. He could also see her pubic curls between her spread thighs, and the dripping folds of her pussy, but they didn't interest him particularly at the moment.
Reaching behind himself with his free hand, without looking, he located the tube of lubricating jelly. He squeezed a large dollop onto the head of his cock, then squeezed a second blob in the crack of Sue's ass, just above where her anal sphincter embraced his finger.
"Ohhh, what are you doing?" Sue asked, bathed in ecstasy from the unexpected probing. She had felt something wet touch her deep in the cleft of her ass, just above her anus. She was ablaze with an unholy, earthy lust she had never felt before. She was being ripped apart by unholy ecstasy.
"Do you want me?" Bill asked softly, confidently.
"You, know I want you," Sue groaned.
"What do you want?" he asked, taunting her.
"Your cock, you bastard," she moaned into the fur spread. "I want your cock."
He twisted his finger in her hot quivering bowels. "How badly do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Aahhh," Sue groaned, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Withdrawing his finger, Bill smeared the lubricant over her asshole with gentle, tantalizing pressure. "How badly do you want my cock?" he repeated.
"Ooohhh," Sue sighed at the lost of his finger from her anus. "Don't torture me, dammit." She remained in her ass-high position on the bed.
Bill pressed the tip of his finger against her asshole, teasing her. "How badly?"
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Give me your cock!"
Bill maintained his teasing pressure on her anus with one hand while he smeared the lubricant over his steel-hard prick with the other. "Where do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Where do you think?" Sue asked.
"You'll have to tell me," he argued. "There's more than one target, you know."
"Noooo," Sue groaned. She could not ask for that. It wasn't possible that was what he wanted.
Bill wiggled just the tip of his finger into her anus. "Where do you want it?"
"Awww, shit!" Sue cursed. His teasing, taunting finger was rhythmically pressing her anus, an irritating itch at her asshole. He knew he was driving her nuts. He knew she was going to beg for it.
"Where?" he asked softly, leaning over her, expecting her to whisper her answer.
"My ass," Sue groaned. God, she did want it there.
"Where?" he repeated, as if he hadn't heard. He loved to have then beg for it.
"Up my ass," she repeated. She was knotted with unholy, gut-wrenching duke, slobbering into the fur bedspread.
Bill knelt between her spread legs, lifted her hips a little and aimed his cock at the glistening, greasy, dark bud of her anus. He set the head of his slimy cock against that tight ring and drove against her.