Cruising on the Jenny Green

"Wanda, I don't think –"

She cut me off by kissing me softly. God, that woman knew how to kiss.

"I don't want you to think. I just want you."

"But what about Marilyn?"

"Don't worry about Marilyn. If my guess is right, she's teaching Brandy a thing or two about cribbage that little girl's never dreamed of."

Before I could say anything else, Wanda had slipped her hands under the loose waistband of my shorts, and was cupping my ass cheeks. Her voice was even lustier than before.

"Mmmm. You have a nice ass there, Captain. I'll show you mine if you show me…, oh, I guess I already showed you mine, didn't I? Well…"

I felt her fingers on my belt.

"It's only fair that we get you out of these clothes and see what other surprises you have hiding in there."

She giggled.

"Tat for tit, so to speak."

My last reserve disappeared when Wanda closed her fingers around my cock. Her chemistry was about as right as any I'd ever felt. After gently pushing her away, I stood up and shucked the rest of my clothes. Wanda pulled a couple of tie strings and sat up to let the lace gown fall away from her body.

"Come here, big boy. I got a little surprise of my own for you."

There are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs. They're nice if done well. Once, when we were anchored while a client and his buddy went scuba diving, his girlfriend proved to me just how nice they can be. Wanda showed me a whole new world.

Her lips seemed alive, and her tongue….God, her tongue knew the location of every nerve. She cradled my balls in her hand and rolled them gently. Just the right amount of suction pulled me into her mouth and her tongue swiped my cock head. I felt her finger tickle the sensitive spot between my balls and ass. It seemed like only seconds before she had me stiff as a winch crank and aching for more. I don't normally make much sound when making love, but I couldn't control myself. I looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide open, sparkling and almost laughing at me. I groaned again, and Wanda dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks just enough to send shivers up my spine. Her mouth slowly moved over my cock, pushing me further and further through those soft, red lips until they touched my belly. She did something with her throat muscles that caused them to squeeze the head of my cock in a rhythmic massage. There was no stopping it. She'd taken me beyond the brink, or so I thought. I was wrong.

Just when the first little wave started, Wanda pulled off my cock and grabbed it around the base. She squeezed it tightly, and the little wave died.

"Liked that, did you?"

"Damn, Wanda, nobody ever did that to me before."

"I'm going to do a lot of things I doubt you've felt before."

When she stopped my release the third time, I felt like screaming. Wanda just giggled.

"Wanna go again, or have you had all you can take?"

I didn't answer. I just pushed her back on the cushions and spread her thighs. The moonlight lit the soft lips that were parted with the heat of passion, and the folds of her swollen inner lips peeked from the satin cleft. They begged to be touched, so I did. Wanda moaned when my finger slipped inside her wet passage. She purred when I touched her clit, and pulled my face to her right breast. The nipple was swollen taut, and when I sucked it between my lips, she pulled me tighter. I felt her arms around my back. Her hands slipped down to my ass again, and her fingernails lightly scraped. I started rubbing down the right side of her soft little button, and she moaned in my ear.

"God, it's been a long time. I'm ready, already."

I started to kneel between her thighs but Wanda pushed me gently away, stood up, and walked to the back of the chair at the helm. She bent over, spread her thighs wide, and rested her arms on the chair back. Her twin spheres of her breasts hung down from her chest and her swollen nipples pointed at the deck. The sight of her ass stuck up in the air was fantastic. The twin little hollows just below her ass cheeks framed her swollen sex that glistened in the moonlight. Wanda rolled her hips invitingly.

"Oh, fuck, come on. I'm gonna die if you don't."

She was heaven. I slid my cock in and felt her wet passage close around me. Wanda swayed her back, and forced me deeper. Her hips began to rock even before I pulled back. A little moan slipped from her throat. I caught her hips with my hands and began stroking. At the end of each stroke, Wanda would sway her back again, and the head of my cock ran into something soft, wet and warm. I reached beneath her and lifted her left breast. The nipple poked into my palm as I massaged and gently squeezed. When I brushed the wrinkled tip, Wanda gasped and pushed her hips back at me. A little rolling motion with my fingertips caused her to jerk and her entrance squeezed me tight. I felt her move one hand to her clit and begin rubbing quickly. In a minute, she was moaning, thrusting at me, and shaking all at the same time.

For me, there is nothing so erotic as a woman responding to my touch, and Wanda was responding with everything she had. Her hips ground into me with every stroke. They lifted and pushed until that hot, wet softness encased me and then she squeezed me. Her voice was continuous low, raspy moans and groans. I was trying to pace myself, but Wanda was making it difficult. I like to think I have a reasonable amount of skill at lovemaking, but I knew I wasn't doing all of this. Wanda was a woman who really enjoyed sex, and that joy was taking me to places I'd never been before. I managed to grunt, "I'm…I'm sorry", before her writhing body took me past the point of control.

The first spurt of seed sped up my cock and instantly turned her passage into liquid heat. I felt for her other breast and tugged on both nipples. The second wave was on its way when Wanda cried out. Her hips shook at an unbelievable rate and I felt her passage tightly grip my cock. A low mumble began to flow from her lips. It gained pitch and volume as her body stiffened. Her back arched, then dropped and drove my cock deep again. The mumble changed to another cry. She started to quiver, and gasped. I felt her wet, hot, clasping passage ripple. Wanda cried out again, and sagged against the back of the helm chair. She would have fallen had I not slipped my arm under her belly to hold her up. My cock spurted one more time.

Both of us were panting like dogs on a hot day, and we stayed locked together for a few minutes. After my cock slipped out of her soft sheath, I helped her stand up.

"Wanda, that was…, unbelievable. You're one hell a woman."

"Well, Honey, you're pretty good yourself. Why'd you say you were sorry?"

"I couldn't wait. You were…, it was more than I could take, and I just couldn't hold back."

She grinned.

"That's what was supposed to happen. When you get going really hard and fast, that's what does it for me. Well, that and you squeezing my nipples. You're very good at that, too, by the way."

We sat down on the cockpit cushions and cuddled for a while. Then, Wanda kissed me, stood up and went below. I got dressed, checked the compass, and leaned back in the helm chair to listen to the rush of the water and the soft singing of the wind. Brandy came up about half an hour later to relieve me. She didn't say much, and I was tired, so I just went to my cabin and fell asleep. The alarm woke me at six. When I went topside, Brandy was standing in the bow staring at the distant, thin strip of green that was Key West.

"Still on course, I see. Everything else OK?"

Brandy grinned broadly.

"After about three hours of thinking, it's getting better."

"Oh. And what was my pretty little first mate thinking about?"

Brandy lowered her eyes.

"Remember yesterday, when you asked me if I'd be interested in Wanda and Marilyn?"

"Yes."

"Well, Marilyn seduced me last night. I've been up here thinking about how I feel about that."

"Uh, she seduced you? That's interesting."

"Yeah, isn't it, though? We were playing cribbage, and I was getting stiff from leaning over the table. I stretched to get out some of the kinks. Marilyn asked if my back hurt. I said, no, I just had a little cramp. She said her husband had been a chiropractor, and she knew how to fix that. The next thing I knew, I was laying on her bunk, and she was giving me a back rub. Her hands were so soft, and she knew all the right places to massage. I was in heaven. I started to wonder a little when she raised up my top and unhooked my bra, but all she did was use those soft fingers some more. You've never worn a bra, so you don't know how itchy they make you feel under the band. Marilyn made all that go away, and she almost put me to sleep.

"She moved down to my waist and what she was doing felt so good. A few things popped when she pushed just right, and after that, I was as relaxed as I've been in years. It was like I just turned to jelly, you know? That's when she started on my legs. I must have tightened up again, because she explained why she was rubbing there. She said your legs cause most back problems, and that by massaging them, she was really helping my cramp. My cramp had been gone for a long time, but her hands felt so good. I relaxed and let her go on. By the time she slipped her hands up the leg of my shorts, I was so far gone I couldn't stop her, and I really didn't want to. One thing led to another, and she started taking off my clothes. She said it would help her get to some places she couldn't reach otherwise. We ended up naked together. She reached some places I didn't even know I had.

"The first time, I felt it coming and it felt weird, you know? I mean, she's a woman and I'm a woman, and it's not supposed to happen that way, but I couldn't stop it. I'm surprised you didn't hear me. She was using just one fingertip, but…, well, you being a man, you wouldn't understand. The second time, I just laid back and enjoyed it. I even tried to help her after that. I don't think I was very good, but she seemed to like what I was doing. Then, she showed me that she could drive me absolutely crazy. She did this thing with her tongue that…, shit, I thought I'd pass out. Anyway, she seemed to want the same thing, so I tried that too. Two days ago, I'd have thought it was gross. Once she showed me what to do, it was kinda neat to be able to make her feel so great. You should have seen her, Rick. The look on her face was beautiful. Afterwards, I got to thinking about how I felt, and if this meant I was a lesbian. I don't want to be a lesbian, but damn, I've never felt that way before."

"They're not lesbians, Brandy."

"But you said – "

"That was before Wanda brought me a cup of coffee last night."

"You mean…, you and she…, in the cockpit…"

"Yep. Wanda is definitely not a lesbian. I doubt that Marilyn is either. I think they just like playing on both sides of the street. So, that make it any easier for you?"

"I'd already come to the conclusion that I couldn't just be with women. I like men too much. I think I'm starting to get it all sorted out, but it's still kinda confusing. Does that make me weird?"

I couldn't help the grin and my chuckle.

"No more weird than Wanda or Marilyn."

Brandy slapped me on the arm.

"That's not a great lot of comfort, Rick."

Breakfast was interesting. Wanda and Marilyn sat at the little galley table and whispered to each other for about five minutes. Finally, Wanda took a sip of coffee and cleared her throat.

"I hope you and Brandy didn't take last night the wrong way. We're not just a couple of horny old women out to get our jollies. We could have done that back in Chicago, although we'd never do that. We talked about it yesterday for a long time. If we didn't really like you, we'd never have done what we did. We don't work that way."

Marilyn grinned.

"See, it's the same, now, as when our husbands were alive. Wanda and I have been friends forever, and when we got married, our husbands hit it off too. After a couple of years, we left the kids with their grandparents and took a vacation together in the Bahamas. We all got really close on that vacation, if you know what I mean. Wanda and I went naked on the beach for the first time, and found out we really liked it. Our husbands really liked it too. They spent the whole first day walking around stiff as pokers. They dragged us off to bed about four times that day, and they still couldn't stay soft. We had to do something to help the poor dears. Wanda and I talked it over. We all liked each other a lot, so the next afternoon, we sent my George to the cabin for some drinks and Wanda followed him. They didn't come back for an hour, but Frank and I didn't miss them. Those seagulls got an eyeful, and Frank got me. When George and Wanda showed up with the drinks, they had this sheepish look on their faces. Frank and I just laughed because we knew what had happened. We told them we'd done the same thing. The vacation was even better after that.

"We went on like that for almost thirty years. We joined a nudist colony, and had some great times. The first time George saw another woman he really liked, we all sat down and talked about it. We decided that we loved each other enough to understand, and that afternoon, Julie and her husband joined our little group. Didn't last very long, though. Jerry didn't understand as much as the thought he did, and they left us after a few months. There were others over the years, but we always talked it out before any of us did anything."

Wanda put her arm around Marilyn.

"Mari' and George were always our favorites, though. It was almost like the four of us were all married to each other. Of course, Frank and George never…. They liked each other and all that, but it never went that deep. They encouraged Mari' and I to get together, though."

Marilyn giggled.

"The first time, we did a lot of fumbling, but it turned out pretty good, and the guys loved it. They screwed us silly afterwards. Vacations got even better. Wanda and I also started having coffee in the afternoon before the guys came home from work. I'm glad we did that. Now, it's all we have. We checked out a swinger's club, but nobody really seemed to really like each other there. All they wanted to do was have sex and go home. Besides, everybody was a lot younger. Please don't think to harshly of us. We do like you both, a lot, and when we like someone that much, we think it's fun to show it."

We tied up in Key West and had dinner at Jake's. The atmosphere had changed. Wanda seemed really interested in what Brandy had to say, and Marilyn stuck to me like glue. Wanda and Marilyn also spent a lot of time whispering to each other. I was getting an idea of what the rest of the evening might bring. The taxi dropped us off at the harbor about nine. I checked the mooring while Brandy and the girls went below. They were sitting around the galley table drinking and talking when I walked down the hatchway.

"Brandy, Sweetie, don't worry about it. Life's full of things you have to worry about. You should just accept the things that make you feel good and keep doing them. It helps make the worrisome things seem smaller. If Wanda and I hadn't had each other over the last couple of years, I don't know what we'd have become.

"Listen to Marilyn, Honey. Just because you liked being with a woman doesn't mean you have to start wearing spikes and riding a motorcycle. We've never done that."

"You forgot that time in Vegas, Wanda."

"Well, we didn't ride motorcycles. Anyway, that was one of those parties where you were supposed to dress in costume. Frank and George thought it was kinda neat, and you didn't seem to mind too much, either."

"I minded that little whip you kept using on me. It hurt."

"You didn't even mind it when we went to bed that night."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that night. The next morning was pretty nice too."

Wanda and Marilyn were full of stories. I guess when you've lived their lifestyle for that many years, you accumulate lots of them. Some were really odd, some were sensitive, and others were downright hysterical. It seemed only a few minutes had elapsed, but when Wanda asked the time, my watch said it was midnight.

"Midnight, already. I'm having more fun than I've had in years, but I really must get to bed. Oh, there's one thing I've been meaning to ask one of you about." She looked a little embarrassed. "After last night, I'd like to change my sheets, if that's all right. Brandy, Honey, if you'll show me where they are, I'll do the changing."

I think Brandy knew what was happening just as much as I did.

"That's OK. I'll do it. We take care of the clients on the Jenny Green."

They both went into Wanda's cabin. I looked at Marilyn.

"Can I interest you in another drink?"

"Can I interest you in bringing it to my room? I don't think Brandy will be back to join us."

Wanda had been bold and fast. Marilyn was bolder, but slower, and she had amazing stamina. Evidently, both women compared notes frequently, because she knew the same tricks as Wanda. I was a little more prepared this time, and I was determined to give as good as I got. I let her use her lips and talented tongue until I was ready to whimper. She lay back on the sheets, winked, and crooked her finger at me.

"Come 'ere, Cap'n Ricky, and show this horny wench what ye be made of."

I showed her. I loved the way she arched her mound against my face and cried out in release. After three, she pulled me up the length of her body, held me close and kissed me. She was panting and her voice was oh, so seductive.

"You think you've worn me out, but we're just getting started, Honey."

I felt her fingers find my cock and gently begin stroking.

"We'll just get this peg leg all straightened out again, first."

Marilyn got it straight, all right. She pushed me on my back and lowered herself over me, pinned my arms beside my head and wouldn't let me touch her. Instead, as she slowly rode my cock, she lowered her breasts to my mouth, and made me play "catch". When I succeeded in capturing one of her small nipples, she would make a tiny little moaning sound. I was allowed to play for a few seconds and then Marilyn would pull back. The fourth time she did this, I bit gently to hold on. Marilyn gasped.

"Oh shit, how'd you know to do that? That drives me insane."

She kept pulling and I kept holding her nipple between my teeth. It finally popped free. Marilyn groaned, and pushed her other breast in my face. I caught this one and rolled it with my lips and teeth when she pulled back. Marilyn cried out, and slammed her hips down on my thighs. I couldn't help pushing back. When she felt me lift her off the bed, she ground her mound into me.

She fell on my chest and began rocking her hips up and down. With each stroke, her little button raked over my cock. I felt her breasts rolling between us. Marilyn raised a little and raked her nipples over my chest hair. Those movements also put my cock at an angle that sent chills up my spine. Her mouth locked to mine and her tongue tickled my lips.

The end came quickly. Marilyn stroked down hard and gripped me with her passage. Seed churned up from my loins. I grunted and thrust deep into her body. Marilyn gasped, lurched up and then down again, and collapsed on my chest. I was good for another thrust that caused her body to quiver.

If felt good to have Marilyn on my chest. She nestled her face against my cheek, and lay there until she'd stopped panting. All the while, I felt her marvelous muscles massaged my softening cock. It took about a minute to realize it wasn't going to get completely soft. The warm, wet massage was stirring my loins again. Marilyn raised up and grinned at me.

"See, I told you we weren't done."

She turned around. Her shapely ass rose off the bed in front of me. Fingers groped for my cock and found it. I watched as Marilyn began rubbing the head between her curl-framed, wet lips. I'd not thought about this position being erotic before then, but the sight was fantastic. She stroked the head of my cock over those lips, and then tried to push herself over me. It took only a couple minutes before she succeeded. She sighed when her hips met my belly. I sighed when she raised back up. Her inner lips pulled at my shaft, and I could see and feel their velvet caress. When she sat back down, her swollen sex would swallow me. The sight and sensations were inescapable. I was soon thrusting into her with every stroke.