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I Waited Twenty Years

By: LynnGKS



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and tonight I'm gonna get a piece of ass that I've been waiting almost twenty years to get. Twenty years is a long time to wait for pussy - but tonight that bitch is gonna spread those lovely legs and I'm gonna fuck her. 

I know she's gonna fuck. I can see the signs. I been fucking women in their late forties for twenty years. I'm an expert on mature pussy. They put on a few pounds. Their hormones start to change and they get horny as mountain goats. They start to use that estrogen cream to keep their pussies soft and that makes them want to fuck even more. I'm gonna get her – I just know it!

But perhaps I had better start at the beginning. I grew up in Bergen, Norway and like my family before me I became a sailor. Well, not a real sailor, my father keeps reminding me. I'm a cruise line sailor and real sailors like my dad know there's a big difference. 

After graduating as a nautical engineer, I went to work on those big cruise ships that sailed the warm waters of the Caribbean and the Mediterranean. I got regular promotions and now I'm chief engineering officer on a really nice ship with top of the line service – it's the Seabourn line. The work is good and I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

Now back to that pussy I'm gonna get tonight. It belongs to Kirsten Jensen, a gal I went to school with and later worked on a cruise ship with. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. They live near us in Bergen and when I'm home we spend a lot of time with them. 

We'd been taking saunas together for years and Kirsten is beautiful when she's naked. I mean legs and tits and beaver – she's really built. I been wanting to pound that pussy for twenty years and she has always said no. 

Year after year in the sauna, I watched her naked body change slowly from svelte, sexy mid-twenties to slightly overweight mid forties. I watched her hips put on a little fat getting the handholds that I adore. I watched her tits get bigger and maybe just a little floppy when she moved and I thought of her doing me cowboy with those big beauties hanging down in my face.

Jesus! I really wanted to fuck her! She was looking better and better every year, even though I knew she begrudged every ounce of extra fat she put on that beautiful body. I had learned about feminine beauty by fucking forty-something year old broads on cruise ships and Kirsten was turning me on more and more each year.

Before Kirsten had her two kids she worked the same cruise line I did, often on the same ship. But, she would never fuck!

One of the benefits of being an officer on a cruise ship is the ready supply of pussy. On every cruise there are always a half dozen forty-somethings, whose husbands spend their time in the casino till the wee hours of the morning. The wives go to the bar and try to pick up guys to fuck. I was often one of those guys – in fact I been fuckin those horny broads for years. That's where I learned about mature women.

These couples cruised every few months – the husbands to gamble and the wives to fuck. These gals all told me the same story: Hubby left his first wife and married me and fucked like a stud – bought me anything I wanted – it was a great life - but now he's sixty-something and prefers gambling to fucking – at least to fucking me - and I think my hormones just started to kick in big time. 

You just can't understand what it's like not to get fucked, they all told me. But I did understand. They needed to fuck – real bad. And that was great for me. Kirsten used to kid me about it when we cruised together.

I can still remember those evenings. We were both very junior officers. Kirsten and I would stop by the bar and have a drink – a light one because our supervisors frowned on any crew drinking too much. The gals would be lined up, sitting on the bar stools, eying the guys in the crowd. I was young, well built, and had blond hair to match a tanned complexion. I got lots of looks and every time a gal looked at me Kirsten would kick me under the table.

"How about that one," Kirsten would say, laughing. "Those big boobs of hers would be fun to play with if you make her do you cowboy."

She knew I was fuckin 'em but she never said it directly or reminded me that I had a wife. All the officers were doing it. Kirsten thought it was funny - our scandahoovian lifestyle I guess.

I always invited Kirsten to take a walk around the deck and she always said, "Not tonight Lars – not tonight."

I had heard that "not tonight" regularly for three years and then Kirsten quit to have her two kids. I had two of my own and they all went to school together. Now all of them are in college and Kirsten has come back to work. But now she's forty-eight! And I know a lot about forty-eight year old women. I got a hunch that tonight I'm NOT gonna hear her say "not tonight Lars."

It got to be routine - I learned it young. Check them out in the bar. Dance with two or three. Select the horniest and invite her for a walk around the deck. Find a dark place. Kiss her and feel her up. Make sure the merchandise is genuine. Make sure she's ready to fuck. If there's any question, take her back to the bar. Sometimes they beg when you do that. When you're in your twenties, it's fun to hear a mature woman beg you for it.

Early on I learned the rules and I followed them. 

Rule: Learn where to fuck 'em.

"I don't want to go back to my cabin," the gal would often say. "My husband doesn't like to sleep in wet spots."

And when I fucked 'em, there were always lots of wet spots – at least when I was in my twenties. Now, at forty-six I don't leave quite as many wet spots as I used to.

Rule: Learn that you always need help and you need to reward the help.

I usually got help from a buddy in the hotel staff (there is a separate staff to manage the cabins on a cruise ship and it's called the "hotel staff"). He would find a nice big empty cabin – sometimes even the Owner's Suite – and stock it with champagne and other stuff for a real party. Of course after I'd fucked the bitch a few times I'd call him and invite him in for really sloppy thirds.

My buddy was grateful of course but often the bitch was grateful as well – some of these gals could just never get enough. Over the years I was surprised at the number of mature ladies that liked to fuck black guys. I think it was their imagination, but they all said black guys are better hung than white guys, so usually I got a black guy from the hotel staff to find me a room and see that it was cleaned up after I'd used it.

Rule: Keep the same bitch for the whole cruise - there are extra benefits.

Once I decided I liked a particular bitch I used her regular for the whole cruise – usually a week or ten days. That way I could develop her skills and share her with several of my buddies. Usually she was willing to do lots of special things that the guys liked. There's no broad quite so grateful as a mature one who suddenly is getting as much dick as she has been fantasizing about using her vibrator.

Rule: Pick the right body to start with and skip the skinny ones.

I always enjoyed those mature bodies. They all thought they had too much fat of course and were always talking about losing weight. But I liked them to have handholds on their hips – especially when I made 'em do it cowboy.

Cowboy was my favorite position because I could lay back and relax and watch them hump for their orgasm. Watch them sweat! There's no turn on quite like watching a horny forty-something year-old bitch sweat when she's working to cum – watching those big floppy tits bounce like water-filled balloons, as sweat drips off of erect nipples onto your chest. Watching her face as she works and strains was always a real turn on. Jesus! That was fun!

Rule: If she's a cooperative bitch make it into a party.

Once you had the right bitch and a big room and champagne and fixings you could invite your friends in for a party. These broads all just loved being the center of attention for three or four or even five guys. They'd walk around naked in spike heels and dance and flirt and let a guy take them to bed and do his thing, with other guys watching as they squealed and giggled and fucked like minks. It was usually good for two or three hours before they overdid the booze or got sore pussies – and it was usually the booze because these forty-something estrogen-primed pussies lasted a long time. On a ten-day cruise there was a chance for a lot of parties and you could watch a bitch develop her skills.

Rule: Always get them back where they belong.

It is always embarrassing when the security staff finds a drunken, naked bitch, walking down a hallway in spike heels, laughing and singing and calling for you by your name and rank. So I learned early on to get the bitch back to her room and in bed when I finished using her. Stand there quietly and watch till she passes out or goes to sleep. This was probably the most important rule of all. It never happened to me, but a junior officer I worked with lost his job when he neglected to take care of this seemingly small but very important detail.

I enjoyed countless wonderful evenings for twenty years following these rules. But always in the back of my mind was the thought of that beautiful body I had watched develop from twenty-eight to forty-eight and turn me on more every year that I saw it. And tonight I was gonna get it.

We had sailed out of Miami on a ten-day cruise to the Caribbean and Kirsten had joined the staff after a six-week refresher course. It was just luck that she was assigned to my ship. It was a hard days work for us both getting the ship ready and out to sea and we ate our dinner a bit frazzled. Our duties behind us I invited her for a drink and we sat, resting, in the bar.

The usual line of horny ladies, forty-somethings, were sitting at the bar, surveying the men in the room. A rather handsome junior officer asked one of them to dance and Kirsten watched them move around the floor – the gal's body molded like wax to the young stud that had asked her to dance.

"I think she likes him," she said softly to me, with a chuckle.

"It's the old routine," I responded. "Next he'll walk her around the deck."

"Nothing's changed! Not a thing in twenty years," Kirsten said, shaking her head from side to side.

"A lot has changed. I'm twenty years older," I said.

Kirsten laughed. "Yeah and so am I, and I'm twenty pounds heavier."

I remembered a few months ago when I had seen her naked in the sauna. And that extra twenty pounds, I thought, had made that beautiful body perfect for my desires – what I had always wanted. Jesus! I hope she's ready to fuck!

"You're as beautiful as always," I said. "You were too skinny before."

"Bullshit!" Kirsten said. "You've got yourself accustomed to fat ladies over the years."

She laughed and smiled at me – almost flirting. It was a charming smile. It made my dick tingle. I began to wonder. Was she getting horny like most ladies her age?

"The young man has taken the lady for a walk on the deck," she said nodding at the empty dance floor.

"That means she has met his expectations," I said.

"And by expectations, you bastard, you mean she's as horny as a mountain goat, right?" Kirsten said it in fun but there was a serious tone in her voice.

"Yeah," I answered. "They are probably finishing their walk and heading for a room."

Kirsten was silent. I could tell she was thinking about that couple. Her breathing became a little deeper and her face became a little slack – sensuous I would call it. I remained silent and I could almost read her mind. She was thinking about that blond forty-something bitch getting stripped down by that young officer.

I never dreamed it would be like this. When she was young she had always been in control and I was always the nervous one. Now I could read her like a book – she was just like one of the gals I had been picking up from the bar for the past twenty years. She was horny – really horny. Stein must not be fucking her – at least not fucking her enough - it happened to most women as they approached fifty.

"Well that dried up babe is gonna get what she came for," Kirsten said.

"They usually do," I said.

But her words hit me. She had said "dried up" and she could only have been thinking about what happens to pussies that were approaching fifty years of age. That meant it had happened to HER and she was dosing her pussy with large amounts of estrogen cream to keep it soft and loose. I knew in that moment that she was horny. I knew why she was keeping that pussy soft and loose. I was gonna get laid.

I let her mind work – it was working for me now. I knew what she was thinking. I let it work till one drink was finished and a second mostly gone. I didn't talk. I just let her think. She was thinking about that young officer and that mature gal – in her mind she could see that stud between that gal's legs just pumping away. I could see it in her face. She was thinking about getting fucked – getting fucked by me.

I leaned over close to her ear and whispered, "Would you like to dance?"

She came into my arms softly as we stood and danced slowly away from the table onto the dance floor. I held her close and she molded her body to mine. Her pussy was riding my thigh. I had danced with Kirsten many times over the years but never like this – never with her pussy up against me that way. I knew she gonna be mine.

We danced for a few minutes until the tune finished and a faster tune began.

"Would you like to walk around the deck?" I asked softly. 

This was the question that I had been thinking about asking her for years. I had dreamed of what her answer would be. Now I heard my dream come true.

She looked up into my eyes, warmly, and said, "I'd love to Lars." 

I knew that "not tonight Lars" was history – ancient history. I was gonna get fucked!

I'd prepared myself for the evening. No way was I gonna used one of my buddies to get the room – no way were my buddies gonna know I was fucking this very special woman – this woman I'd been dreaming about when I jacked off for twenty years. 

I had a key to an empty luxury suite in my pocket. An hour ago I had put an ice bucket in there with a bottle of Château d'Yquem chilling. I was ready.

We walked slowly along the deck, pausing here and there to look out at the rushing waves. In a dark spot I took her in my arms and kissed her softly – not passionately but respectfully – not grabbing her ass like I usually did the gals from the bar. She responded warmly. We made a complete circle of the deck, stopping from time to time to kiss or just embrace tenderly.

After one especially nice kiss I asked, "Kirsten darling, I have a room with some white wine chilling. Would you like to go up for a drink?"

"I'd love to," she said, sweetly.

And suddenly I felt guilty as hell! Here was a gal who was gonna fuck because her hormones were acting up, her age was getting to her, she was worried about twenty extra pounds – all of which had made her horny as a mountain goat and I happened to be available. Jesus! I was gonna have to watch this horny bitch like a hawk for the next ten days! 

And what if she got assigned to another ship? How the hell could I keep this situation under control? 

Then another voice spoke to me. I think it was my dick. To hell with those thoughts, the voice said, just get this bitch in bed!

It was so easy and so wonderful. We sipped a little of that delicious wine, standing on the veranda and looking out at the waves and the stars. When I stripped her it was no surprise – I had seen her naked a few months ago. I took my time. I was proud that I didn't rush. 

I enjoyed the feel of her body – those breasts I had stared at all these years and those hips. I had watched as those hips put on the weight that made them exactly what I wanted them to be. I kissed her breasts and then belly and then bush and finally I turned her on big time by tickling her clit with my tongue. 

She was eager – so very eager.

"Do it," she whispered. "Do it now. Oh God! I want it!"

It was fun taking my time with her urging me on.

I fucked her missionary – very slow and very gentle. Every cell in my body said pound that pussy, but I was gentle and slow and in about five minutes she had a soft, wonderful orgasm that just seemed to swell and grow until it filled her whole body and made her tremble. As it maxed out I pumped my load deep. It was a very satisfying piece of ass.

She said a soft "Thank you" and we rested, without talking, breathing heavily.

Several minutes later, suddenly, she started to laugh. It was a loud, raucous laugh.

What the hell is happening? I thought.

"You bastard!" she said. "I really didn't believe you'd have the patience and self-control to do it right. After wanting that pussy all these years – and baby, trust me, I knew you wanted it - I thought you were just gonna pound away." 

"But I was wrong! You did it perfectly! Beautifully! You gave me exactly what I needed. You gave me what I'd been thinking about getting for a long time. Lars, you gave me my fantasy!"

Then she laughed some more.

"Now I'm gonna give you what I know you been thinking about, you bastard. What you been thinking about all these years."

With that she crawled on to do me cowboy. I got hard immediately and she reached down and put it in for me. Her pussy was soft and dripping. I was suddenly glad she was using that estrogen cream. Then she started to pound me like a slut would fuck. 

I reached up and grabbed the handholds on those beautiful hips and guided her as she fucked me. I watched those big tits bounce to the rhythm of her thrusts. When I could resist them no longer, I gave up on those beautiful hips and began to play with her big, flopping tits.

She looked down at me, smiling, as she watched me lose control. It was a superior smile. She was in charge now. She had me!

Jesus! This was a great fuck. It was worth every day of the twenty years that I had waited. I felt my juices start to rise and I knew that this horny bitch was gonna bring me off faster than I had ever expected – this was gonna be the best cruise I had ever taken.

She was smiling as she fucked me – a superior smile that seemed to say, "I'm gonna enjoy watching your face when you lose all control, get helpless, and start to pump that load."

It was only a few moments before she finished me off. 

I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 02



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past month I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I waited twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. She's been spreadin those lovely legs for me almost every night. She can't get enough and neither can I! And there's over two months left on this cruise. 

I been working on cruise ships in the Caribbean and Mediterranean for over twenty years and after regular promotions I'm chief engineer and second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

This new pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen, a gal I went to school with and later worked on a cruise ship with. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. They live near us in Bergen and when she was young I tried to fuck her, but she wouldn't fuck till she got in her late forties. "Mature" as they say. 

I'm an expert on mature pussy. They put on a few pounds, they feel overweight and neglected, their menopausal hormone changes kick in, and they get horny as mountain goats. They start to use that estrogen cream to keep their pussies soft and that makes them want to fuck even more.

One of the benefits of being an officer on a cruise ship is the ready supply of pussy. On every cruise there are always a half dozen gals in their forties or fifties, whose husbands spend their time in the casino while the wives go to the bar to pick up guys to fuck. They're really easy fucks and I been fuckin those horny menopausal broads for years. That's where I learned about mature women.

My wife and I have been taking saunas with Kirsten and her husband since we were in our twenties. Year after year in the sauna, I watched Kirsten's naked body change slowly from svelte, sexy mid-twenties to slightly overweight late forties. I watched her hips put on a little fat getting the handholds that I adore. I watched her tits get bigger and maybe just a little floppy when she moved, and I thought of her doing me cowboy with those big beauties hanging down in my face.

Jesus! I wanted to fuck her! She was looking better and better every year, even though I knew she begrudged every ounce of extra fat she put on that beautiful body. And now that the kids were in college, she had come back to work for the cruise line and she had been assigned to my ship. And she was horny! I think Stein may not have been fuckin her – at least not fuckin her enough.

Anyway, I got her the first night and almost every night since. There are always a few empty cabins on any cruise and I could get a key, stock the room with booze, and use it for our rendezvous. Obviously we couldn't use the crew-quarters to fuck, even though I had a private cabin.

We were back in Miami, turning around for our fourth cruise and both of us were busting our butts trying to get the ship ready for our new passengers – the turn-around days in port were always the hardest work days. But there was something special about this cruise – I could sense it, but did not know for sure what it was.

Just before we sailed the Captain called me into his quarters. When I arrived, there was a very distinguished couple sitting there. The Captain introduced me to Senator Walter Barnes and his wife Caryl. 

"They'll be in the owner's suite," the Captain said. "Senator Barnes is chairman of a key maritime committee that is very important to the cruise business and we want to be sure he enjoys his cruise."

"I'll do my best," I said.

"The Senator enjoys the casino and I want to be sure he is extended all the necessary credit," the Captain said.

"I'll take care of it."

"And Caryl Barnes will be in your personal care. I want you to transfer any necessary duties to your deputy and take care of her personally."

"I'll be sure she enjoys herself," I said.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said the Captain and I was surprised to see Kirsten walk in.

"You sent for me sir?" Kirsten said to the Captain.

"Yes I did," he said.

"Senator and Mrs. Barnes, I'd like you to meet Kirsten Jensen. She's director of passenger relations and she'll be personally responsible to see that your cruise is everything you were expecting." 

The Captain then proceeded to tell Kirsten the same things he had told me about how important the Senator was.

Kirsten and I escorted the Senator and his wife Caryl to the owner's suite and showed them the large living room, dining area, and elegant bedroom, all furnished in exquisite taste. We chatted briefly, explaining the ship's routines and took our leave promising to return after we were at sea.

Kirsten and I gave the necessary last minute orders and then I stood nervously on the bridge as the Captain took the ship out with the Senator standing next to him and watching. It was usually my job to take the ship out and I hoped the Captain remembered all the details. It went well and the Captain gave the con to a young Lieutenant and went below with the Senator. 

After lifeboat drill, I joined Kirsten in the bar for a much needed drink before we joined the Senator and his wife in their cabin.

"I hope you noticed Caryl," Kirsten said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"She's horny. I think she expects some special attention from you," Kirsten said with a chuckle. "Isn't that what the Captain said?

"You must have seen something that I missed," I said.

"Her husband's a big gambler. I heard the croupier talk about him when I was in the casino. Caryl couldn't take her eyes off your crotch. I think she's expecting to find something down there to keep her amused during this cruise," Kirsten said.

"Well ... I'm not ... I mean ..."

"Don't act so shocked," Kirsten laughed. "You've spent the past month telling me about the horny menopausal broads you've been fucking for the past twenty years and how you can read them like a book. Think about what you saw in Caryl."

I nodded and thought about what Caryl had looked like. Kirsten started to help my memory.

"She's fifty-five years old, about twenty-five pounds overweight – all of it on her hips and tits – just where you like it. She's a cruise ship veteran and her husband spends all his time in the casino. You can bet she's got an estrogen-primed pussy just quivering every time she looks at your crotch. And you can bet that she's experienced with cruise ship junior officers – you may be too old for her!"

Kirsten laughed when she said that. Jesus! Maybe Kirsten was right, I thought. What ever I do I've got to be sure that both the Senator AND his wife enjoy this cruise. I'm in line to make Captain in a couple of years and, while I had to be a damn good sailor to get where I am, nautical skills are less important than social skills in getting that final promotion. I had better keep this Senator's wife happy on this cruise.

After our drink Kirsten and I had a light supper and then headed up to the owner's suite. We found Caryl alone sipping the rest of her white wine. The dining table held the remains of a gourmet dinner – light but very special. The Captain had been their host.

"Walter's already in the casino – it's his favorite thing," Caryl said. "He'll be there till the wee hours."

"Some guys are like that," Kirsten laughed. "That's what a lot of guys go on cruises to do."

"And they leave their wives lonely," Caryl said, with an exaggerated pout. "We have to find something else to do – something amusing - something that's fun."

She looked over at me and smiled.

I fixed a drink for the three of us. Caryl asked for Balvenie.

"Make it a double," she said.

Kirsten winked at me and I recalled our previous conversation.

I poured singles for Kirsten and me. A little small talk about the ship and Caryl asked for another drink. I poured her another double and freshened Kirsten's drink and my own. There was clearly a tension in the room. I recognized it as a sexual tension.

Caryl drank her second drink rapidly and then headed for the powder room. This owner's suite had three bathrooms! 

When she came out she smiled at Kirsten and said, "I'm sure you have a lot of responsibility. I don't want to keep you from your duties."

Kirsten smiled sweetly. "You are my prime responsibility. Come in the bedroom a minute. We need to talk."

What the hell is this all about, I wondered. Kirsten was in the bedroom with Caryl for over fifteen minutes. Then she emerged alone.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked. I had no idea what she was up to.

Kirsten smiled. "She's had a lot of wine and those two doubles hit her hard, but there's no question what she wants to do. After I told her what the Captain wanted me to do, she said it straight out."

"What's that?" I asked.

"She wants to fuck. She's probably been thinking about it for several days as her husband planned this cruise. And you're elected."

"What exactly did you say to her?" I asked.

"Simple. I told her that I was a big girl. I was here to see that she enjoyed herself and since this cabin got special treatment with servers and maids and butlers dropping in every few minutes to be sure things were okay, someone had to be in the living room. I said I'll sit out here in the living room to be sure she's not interrupted. I said I'd send you in after she's had time to get ready for you."

"Jesus! She gonna fuck with you keeping watch?"

Kirsten laughed again. She found this whole thing very amusing. "That's the deal honey. You two fuck and I'll keep watch! She's been thinking about it all day long and she's horny. Remember, they've done a lot of cruising and she's probably accustomed to young junior officers. I hope your forty-six year-old pecker is up to this."

Kirsten was giggling now. She was amused and turned on and curious about what I would do – all at the same time.

After several minutes Kirsten said, "She told me she was gonna strip down for you and put on some shoes you'd like. I think she's probably naked now. Go do your thing, darling. You're the expert on these old broads."

When I entered the room, the lights were low and Caryl was in a sexy negligee, posed near the bed. She had on spike heels, hose, and garter belt – her body clearly visible through a sheer silk gown. She was holding her shoulders back to minimize the droop in her tits, but she had really big tits and they did droop with her big nipples pointing down. They were gonna be right in my face in a few minutes for me to suck.

I could tell she was nervous, hoping I would find her naked body attractive. I took my time looking her over. She was holding her belly in – I stared at it till she had to breathe and when she did her belly pooched out, revealing a nice handful of soft fat. That's what I liked about these mature women – handholds – things to grab hold of and play with.

Her ass was very nice. It was her best feature and she knew it. She posed to give me a good look at it. There was extra weight on her hips and I was glad to see that because I was gonna make the bitch do me cowboy and use those handholds on her hips to guide her as she fucked me. She had really great legs – they were gonna look good around my waist.

She had an extra hairy beaver and it was dark brunet – not a match for her flowing blond hair. The hair on her beaver was thick and curly and grew up to a point on her belly and about an inch down each inner thigh – she could never wear a bikini with a pussy like that. But I liked 'em hairy! I could see the tip of an oversized clit and it was hard.

My dick started to tingle. The bitch had a beautiful fifty-five year old body and she wanted me to like it because she wanted to fuck – wanted to fuck really bad! I forgot about Kirsten in the living room. I forgot about the Senator in the casino. I forgot about everything except the hard on that was swelling my pants.

I walked across the room and took her in my arms and kissed her, moving my hands down from her back to that beautiful ass. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy close. She rubbed it against me and moaned.

"Hurry," she said as I started to undress. I took my time on purpose and enjoyed hearing the horny bitch beg me to hurry.

When I finally dropped my shorts, my dick popped out stiff and strong, almost quivering. 

"God that's beautiful," Caryl said, staring at my erect cock.

She shrugged off her flimsy gown, dropped to her knees, and grabbed my dick in one hand and my balls in the other. She started to suck my dick and massage my balls. Then she grabbed my hand, got up, and tried to pull me into bed. I was gonna do her on the floor and I was gonna make the bitch do the work.

I laid down on the big soft rug, next to the bed, on my back with my dick sticking straight up in the air. 

"Climb on it bitch! You're gonna work up a sweat!"

She was back on her knees in an instant and throwing one leg over me she reached down and grabbed my dick and mounted me cowboy, with those big floppy tits hanging down in my face. I felt my dick slip into a loose, wet, dripping pussy. It was really a big pussy. I said a silent thank-you for estrogen cream – it kept those menopausal pussies soft and user-friendly.

She was eager, very eager and she started to pump her ass, but she was careful to rub the head of that big hard clit against my pubic bone as she fucked me. She was obviously very experienced at doing the work and pleasing herself at the same time. She'd been fucked a lot.

I reached up and grabbed those lovely handholds on her hips – two hands filled with soft fat – and guided her as she fucked me. Several times I grabbed her shapely ass, pulled her down hard, and lifted my hips up roughly. When I did that, I could feel the head of my dick reach the all the way into that pussy and each time I "bottomed out" she grunted like a pig.

After the thrill of that early fuck, I settled back down and enjoyed myself, watching the bitch sweat and watching those big tits jiggle like Jell-O. She no longer tried to hold her stomach in and it pooched out and jiggled like jelly as she fucked. Her nipples were erect and sweat was running down her breasts and dripping off her nipples on to my chest. Her eyes were clinched tight and she was obviously working hard for her orgasm. 

I glanced over at the door and saw that it was ajar and I could see Kirsten's smiling face peeking in at us as we fucked. For sure Kirsten was gonna tell me later that she had to look because the Captain had ordered her to personally be sure that the Senator's wife enjoyed herself. Well the Senator's wife was obviously enjoying herself.

The bitch was starting to get to me and I began to pump my ass harder. It was a long fuck to bring her off but after about fifteen or twenty minutes she started to grunt and pump her ass faster and then I felt her contractions grab my dick firmly. It may have been an old pussy but those muscles had had a lot of practice on a lot of dicks. I rolled the bitch over on her back.

"Spread your legs and take it deep," I told her and began to pound that pussy with everything I had. I leaned on those beautiful thighs until her knees were tight against her shoulders and I could get my cock deep into that big pussy. I pumped my load and as I collapsed on her chest, I looked over at the door and the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and rested was Kirsten's grinning face.

Of course I had to fuck her a second time and I did after I rested. But I was not up to a third attempt and so I headed for the shower. When I got dried off and dressed I went out into the living room where Kirsten and Caryl were talking like long lost sisters. They smiled sweetly as I mixed a drink and joined them, and they continued to talk as though I were not even there.

"We've been cruising for ten years," Caryl was saying, "and so we're experienced. But everything changed when Walter made a name for himself in the Senate. We had to be very careful. When you're famous, people get paid to expose you. Walter always got a little pussy on every cruise – an entertainer or a hostess or somebody. But that's too dangerous now."

"You want me to fuck him?" Kirsten asked. "I'd be happy to fuck him and I know we can keep it secret."

"No," said Caryl, laughing and shaking her head from side to side. "Walter likes 'em young. He doesn't care what they look like as long as they're young. Walter only likes 'em in their early twenties and, lets face it, twenty-year-old pussy is just too risky. You never know when some little bitch lies about her age or wants to make a name for herself." 

"What does he do if he can't fuck?" Kirsten asked.

Caryl laughed. "Don't tell him I told you this but he jacks off a lot. He'll lay in bed with a hand towel when he gets back from the casino and jack off while I play with his balls."

"Jesus," said Kirsten. "That's rough!"

"Yeah," Caryl said and continued laughing, "but it's better than picking up a fresh edition of the National Enquirer and seeing your picture along with the picture of some bimbo. It's the price of fame."

Kirsten and I sat with Caryl for an hour or so and then Caryl headed for bed.

"He'll wake me up when he needs his balls tickled," she said with a laugh. "You all have been great. See you tomorrow."

And we entertained them the next day and that night Walter was in the casino and I was fuckin Caryl. That horny bitch had worn me out the first night and the second night was even worse. I was beat when we left her suite. Kirsten couldn't help herself – she thought it was funny and she couldn't stop laughing at me.

We stopped for a drink on the way back to the crew-quarters.

"What were you two talking about when I was in the shower?" I asked.

"You."

"Me?" I asked. "What was it about me that you were talking about?"

"Your endurance," Kirsten laughed. "She wore you out. Two loads and you're history."

"Well ... I mean ... I can't ... I mean I'm not twenty-two any more."

Kirsten broke out laughing again. "You're sure as hell not twenty-two but she knows someone who is. Caryl met Lieutenant Allen at the Captain's dinner. She thinks he's cute. She asked me if he's safe. What do you think?" 

"He's done a few ladies and he's a career officer. He should be safe. You remember him doing that blonde bitch the first night you joined the ship," I said, remembering how turned on Kirsten got watching them that night.

Kirsten looked at me and winked. "Yeah, I remember that night very well!"

"Let me have a talk with the young man," I said. "You talk to Caryl and let her know we'll bring him by tonight. I need to let the good Lieutenant know how important the Senator is and why there has to be an audience in the living room."

The night was routine – if you call a three-hour, four-load fuck routine. Kirsten and I sat quietly in the living room. Our conversation was regularly interrupted by the sound of Caryl grunting loudly, as she worked through the final few minutes of each orgasm. She went the young man about two better, I estimated: six for her to his four orgasms. After he left, Caryl was ecstatic. She couldn't say enough good things about the young man. 

After we left the suite, I asked Kirsten, "You think the bitch really had six orgasms?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it's all in her head, but one thing's for sure. He pumped four loads and she really had fun. She's gonna want him again tomorrow night, you know."

"She can have him!" I said. "That bitch was wearing me out."

The next two nights were repeat performances. I was proud of Lieutenant Allen's stamina. One thing happened that gave me pause for thought. I had to leave for a few minutes to give some orders to my deputy and when I got back I came in the service entrance of than big elaborate owner's suite.

Kirsten didn't hear me come in and she was standing at the cracked bedroom door, peaking though at the action. Caryl was grunting and taking it big time and Kirsten had her hand down the belt of her skirt fingering her pussy like a horny high school girl. I wondered if she was taking a personal interest in that young man. 




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 02



I went back to the kitchen silently and then made some noise getting ice for a new drink. When I got to the living room Kirsten was sitting quietly sipping her drink, but her face looked a bit flushed.

The last night after the young stud left, Caryl and Kirsten and I had a drink and a long conversation. Caryl again told us how satisfied she was with the young man. She recalled several stories about cruises she and Walter had taken "before he was famous."

"I always tipped big," she said. "A lot of times I had two and once I had three young studs. But, I wouldn't dare do that today."

She paused in nostalgic thought, then said, "Can you see the headline in the National Enquirer? 'Senator's Wife Has Gang-Bang on Cruise Ship,'" she said laughing loudly. 

The next day as we headed for the dock, Senator Barnes pulled me aside and thanked me for all of my help in making their cruise a successful one. He said he had enjoyed the casino and he made a special point of telling me that his wife had enjoyed herself as well. He asked what he could do for me.

"Well," I said, "I'm gonna be up for promotion to Captain in a year or two."

The Senator smiled. "That's my sandbox. I'll write a letter for your file that says what a good host you were on our cruise. My name and recommendation will go a long way assuming you have the seamanship reputation, which the Captain tells me you have."

I was grateful to the Senator and figured my career was in much better shape. I felt a little sorry for the poor bastard, giving up pussy and jacking off every night while his thoroughly fucked wife played with his balls, but that's the price of fame I guess.

It was almost two days of hard work before Kirsten and I had a chance to sit quietly on the veranda of an empty cabin, sipping a good white wine and talking. I finally decided to raise the subject that I had been thinking about a lot.

"Kirsten, I saw you watching Lieutenant Allen fucking Caryl. You were playing with your pussy," I said. "What were you thinking?"

She looked me straight in the eye. "I was wondering what it feels like to fuck a guy who can pump four loads."

"That's what I thought you were thinking," I said.

"You always said that being a young officer on a cruise ship was the greatest job in the world because there was an endless supply of pussy. But being a ... what do we call ourselves now ... mature woman ... yeah that's what it is ... being a mature woman AND an officer on a cruise ship with all those young studs might turn out to be even better duty."

I shouldn't have been shocked but I was. "Oh my God Kirsten! You're not thinking about fucking Lieutenant Allen are you?"

"No," Kirsten said, "I'm not thinking about fuckin him, Lars. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna find out what it feels like to take four loads. Face it Lars: I really care about you and you're really nice, but you're a wreck after you pump two loads."

"Jesus Kirsten! He's just a kid."

"Yeah," she grinned, "he's just a kid!"

"Kirsten, he's not gonna treat you nice. He's gonna treat you like a whore."

"You're right Lars, he'll probably make me do him cowboy so he can watch me sweat. I told him to do Caryl that way because she'd like it better if he made her work for it. He'll probably remind me of what I said. He'll probably tell me he wants to watch me work for it. And you know Lars, I'm really gonna work for it!"

"You can't do that Kirsten! You just cant!"

"One of these nights Lars, you'll not see me walk into this bar and Lieutenant Ryan will be missing too. You won't know when I left and you won't know where I went but you will know – you will know with absolute certainty what I'm doing – I'm gonna be fucking that young stud and I'm gonna be getting four loads before that night is over!"

I had a hard time believing her and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it and that night came sooner than I thought it would. I went back to my cabin and left the door ajar. Kirsten's cabin was just down the hall from mine. It was two AM when she crept slowly down the hall toward her room. I opened my door, took her arm, and gently pulled her inside.

She was a wreck. Her hair was a mess. Her make-up was ruined. Her tits were loose and jiggling under her thin officer's blouse, which was buttoned in the wrong buttonholes. God only knows what happened to her bra. Her skirt was wrinkled and I'd give odds that her panties were long lost in a guest suite somewhere.

But Kirsten had a grin on her face from ear to ear. And she was as sober as a judge!

"I wish I'd fucked you the first time you asked me Lars. You were twenty-two and I'll bet you'd a had no trouble at all pumping four loads back then."

What the hell could I say? "Yeah Kirsten, I could pump four loads back then, but you were only twenty-four and you just wouldn't have appreciated it – not at all. It wudda been just routine kid stuff. You gotta be a mature woman with raging hormones and an estrogen primed pussy to appreciate what you got tonight."

"You're probably right Lars. Jesus! My tits hurt and my pussy's sore. That little bastard really worked me over. He's an arrogant little son of a bitch when he's got a woman naked and horny. He reminded me of what I told the Senator's wife and then he made me do him cowboy. He made me work for every damn one of those four loads. He said he enjoyed watching me sweat! The little bastard!"

"I worked and I sweated. But Jesus that was a great fuck! Lars, it was the best fuck I have ever had. I understand now why these horny broads sit at the bar, night after night, and try to pick up a young stud. I always thought I'd be too proud to do that, but once you've had what I had tonight, you're willing to sit there as long as it takes and even beg for it if that's what you have to do to get it again."

She paused in thought. Then she sighed and looked up into my eyes. Standing on her tiptoes he put her arms around my neck, pulled me close, and whispered softly.

"But Lars, my pussy hurts and my tits are sore and I'm exhausted and I can't fuck like that every night. I'm just too damned old. I'm gonna need some gentle lovin on this cruise. You gotta take care of me Lars! Promise?"



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 03



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I had waited twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. And there's over a month still left on this cruise. 

I been working on cruise ships in the Caribbean and Mediterranean since I finished college and after regular promotions I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

This new pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen, a gal I went to school with and later worked on a cruise ship with. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. They live near us in Bergen and when she was young I tried to fuck her, but she wouldn't fuck till she got in her late forties. "Mature" as they say. 

Anyway, I got her the first night of this cruise and a lot of nights since. There are always a few empty cabins on any cruise ship and I get a key, stock the room with booze, and use it for our rendezvous. Obviously we can't use the crews-quarters to fuck, even though I've got a private cabin.

There was only one small problem – or perhaps I should say YOUNG problem! Kirsten had discovered a twenty-four year old Lieutenant who fucked like a stud and who could pump four loads in one night. That was something that Kirsten, aged forty-eight, simply could not resist, although each time she fucked him she was a wreck for days afterward. She couldn't fuck him more than once a week, if that.

But tonight was one of those nights. I could see the signs of Kirsten getting horny for several days and when neither she nor Lieutenant Ryan Allen showed up at dinner I knew they were off in an unoccupied luxury suite getting their toys together. That left me sitting in the bar alone and I surveyed the crop of middle age ladies drinking at the bar while their husbands spent time in the casino.

It was the usual mix. A half dozen gals from their late forties up to maybe sixty, expensively dressed to show off their bodies, and sipping their drinks slowly. Most were twenty to forty pounds overweight and most had carefully done blond hair and diamonds. Nothing cheap here - this crowd had money! After all, Seabourn was top of the line and cost three times what a Carnival cruise cost.

This was our third night out from Miami and I had seen most of these gals before. One gal in particular caught my eye. She had been there both the previous nights and each night she was there late when I checked on the ship before I retired. I don't think she scored so she was probably getting horny.

She looked to be in her middle fifties, maybe thirty pounds overweight with most of it on her hips and tits. That's where I liked handholds to be when I made 'em do me cowboy. Blond with a nice face – the kind of face I like to watch sweat when she worked hard on top pumping for her orgasm.

She looked like a cruise ship veteran whose husband spent all his time in the casino. I'll bet she's got an estrogen-primed pussy just quivering for action and she's probably experienced with cruise ship junior officers. Hell! I may be too old for her! 

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. After tonight's marathon, Kirsten's pussy would be too tender to touch for the next two nights, at least. That was till me got back to Miami.

I walked up and sat on the stool next to her at the bar. I was wearing casual clothing since I wasn't on duty. The bartender recognized me and mixed my usual Knob Creek on the rocks.

"Are you enjoying your cruise?" I asked with a smile.

She turned with a genuinely gracious, wide smile and said, "It's a beautiful ship and the weather is perfect."

"My name is Lars," I said.

"I'm Joan," she said. "I notice you're not wearing your uniform."

"I'm not on duty tonight," I answered. "Do you cruise a lot?"

"Several times a year. Hubby likes the casino and I like the sun and fun. We cruised the Med three months ago – also on Seabourn – that's our favorite line."

"Thank you," I responded. I felt good when people liked our ships.

Then holding my glass up in a toast I said, "Here's to an enjoyable Seabourn cruise."

Joan smiled. Then, clinking her glass against mine, she said, "I'm gonna work hard to enjoy it."

I sipped my drink and THOUGHT to myself, "Baby, if you do me cowboy tonight you will work hard and you will enjoy it."

But what I actually said was, "Would you like a walk around the deck?"

Joan and I finished our drinks with a couple of swallows and I put my arm around her waist as we headed through the door and out on to the deck.

The ship was slipping smoothly through the water and a bright, almost full, moon reflected against the sea. It was a beautiful night – the kind the Caribbean is justly famous for.

We walked slowly along the deck, taking our time, admiring the view, and enjoying the gentle breeze. On two occasions I took her gently in my arms and kissed her – not passionately, but lovingly - and I casually checked out her equipment. Finally after we had made a full circle of the deck I led her to the railing where we watched the waves rushing by for several minutes.

"Do you want to go back to the bar?" I finally asked.

"You bastard! Why do men do that?"

"Do what?" I asked innocently, even though I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"You know what I mean! You're gonna make me ask for it. I've had other guys do the same thing! Why do men make a woman ask for it?"

I laughed, softly. "Because every man I know, for all of his life from high school on, has had to work hard to get some reluctant bitch into the sack. Candy or flowers or nice restaurants or something to get her to say yes - and the poor bastard is always the one who is doing the asking and lots of times the answer is no."

Joan laughed at that, a loud musical laugh. "So now you want to be asked?"

"You got that right. And all the gals I meet always ask – the mature ones, that is."

"And just why is that?" Joan said coyly.

"Because gals put on a few pounds, they feel overweight and neglected, their menopausal hormone changes kick in, and their husbands quit fucking them. Their doctors prescribe hormones to help them feel better, they start to use that estrogen cream to keep their pussies soft and, before you know it, they get horny as mountain goats - all they want to do is fuck. They need it. And they will ask! Take your time and they will all ask."

"You bastard! You just described me perfectly!"

"You got that right! I am a bastard but I'm an expert on mature pussy. One of the benefits of being an officer on a cruise ship is the ready supply of mature pussy. On every cruise there are always a half dozen gals in their forties or fifties, whose husbands spend their time in the casino while the wives go to the bar to pick up guys to fuck. I been fuckin horny menopausal broads for twenty years."

I took her in my arms and kissed her – this time passionately - as we stood in the darkness listening to the waves rushing by the ship. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her close. Talking about fucking got me horny and I had an erection. She rubbed her belly against it.

"Jesus that feels good," she whispered.

"I saw you sitting at the bar the past two nights," I whispered in her ear. "Any luck?"

"Not even a nibble!" she said disgustedly. "I haven't been fucked since my last cruise three months ago. I need that thing you got pressing against my belly. I need it bad!"

"Well then," I chuckled, "are you ready to play my little game?" 

She looked up at me and, nodding slowly, whispered, "You're a bastard but I'll play your little game."

Holding her by her shoulders at arms length, I said, "Would you like to go back to the bar?"

"No," she said with a sigh.

"Where do you want to go," I asked innocently.

"I want you to take me upstairs."

"And what do you want to do upstairs?" I whispered softly.

"I wanna fuck," she said, pulling me close and rubbing her belly against my erection again. "I wanna feel this hard thing inside me." 

I held her and said nothing.

Then she said, "Do I have to say please?"

"Of course you have to say please!" I said with a chuckle.

"Okay! PLEASE take me upstairs and fuck me."

Then she laughed with me as we began walking toward the elevator, again that loud musical laugh.

"Your room or mine?" I asked.

"Oh YOURS by all means. Hubby will be in the casino till after midnight. He knows I'm looking to get laid and it's okay with him. I mean, we don't talk about it but it's okay. But no way do I want him sleeping in a bed with wet spots. He lets me do my thing, but sleeping in another guy's cum is more than any loving wife should ask her husband to do."

I had a card to open an unoccupied guest suite and I pushed the elevator for that floor as we got on. Roger, a big black Barbados steward, had set up the room for me with chilled wine and hors d'oeuvres.

I wondered how Joan felt about black guys. It was usually fifty-fifty. About half these horny broads would fuck a black guy if they'd had enough to drink, especially if you promised them another night of not having to sit alone in the bar.

Sometimes you'd find a very horny gal who liked black guys and was really eager to do it. That thought turned me on. I liked to watch black on white – maybe Joan would do it. And Roger was hung like a stallion. I'd seen his work with these old gals before.

I slipped the card in the door and heard it click. I opened the door and following her in I took her gently in my arms and whispered in her ear.

"Any last minute requests?" I asked.

She looked up at me with a sexy grin. 

"Yeah," she whispered. "Don't be gentle!"

Roger had done his job well. The lights were low and soft music was playing. There was an ice bucket with an excellent white wine and a plate of selected hors d'oeuvres. I poured two glasses of wine and opened the veranda door. The veranda was very private. This was an expensive suite.

Joan and I walked out to the railing and drank a toast in the moonlight. We kissed and Joan rubbed her belly against my erection. This bitch is really horny, I thought.

Joan looked up at me and said, "I appreciate all the romance and the music and the wine but I'm really horny, so why don't you just get on with it Lars?"

"Does that mean you've got something to show me, Joan?"

Joan moved back into the suite and began a slow dance to the soft music. As she opened the top of her dress it was obvious that she was dressed to strip. She had done this before – probably with this very dress.

Her expensive dress rustled slowly down her body and into a soft silk puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it and continued to dance. There was no slip. She had a white bra and bikini panty set, with a black garter belt and hose.

The lighting was perfect and her movements were well rehearsed to show off a striking figure with about thirty extra pounds exactly where I liked them. This was one of the sexiest fifty-five year olds I had ever seen, graceful as a professional dancer in her extra high spike heels. 

I could see her nipples and beaver through her white bra and panties. She had really great legs – her best feature.

Her panties came off next, showing me the kind of thick, black, curly-haired beaver that looked good enough to eat. I planned to eat that thing shortly. The hair on her beaver grew up to a point on her belly and about an inch down each inner thigh. I liked 'em hairy just like this! I could see the tip of an oversized clit.

She left her bra on and danced shaking her tits. Her hose and garter belt made her look more naked than naked. My eyes just froze on that hairy beaver. Damn it was beautiful.

I realized she had left her bra on because she was worried that her tits would sag and flop around when she removed it. To spare her this embarrassment, I moved around behind her and unhooked her bra, reaching around to play with those huge tits as her bra fell to the floor. 

I eased her down on the thick carpet and continued to play with her tits as they jiggled around on her chest like two big water filled balloons. I think she was grateful that I didn't make her dance around with her tits sagging and her nipples pointing at the floor. I moved one hand down and grabbed a handful of soft fat that was pooching out on her stomach between her belly button and her beaver.

Then I moved my hand down further and felt a rock hard clit, throbbing above a wet and dripping pussy with huge inner lips hanging down. She had a big, gaping, well-used pussy and she was ready to fuck. She'd been ready to fuck for two days – if fact she'd been ready to fuck for three months!

Why not drive her over the cliff, I asked myself and I moved down and began to tickle that hard clit with my tongue. She started to moan and hump and when she was fully aroused I raised up.

"Spread 'em bitch. I'm ready to fuck!"

She spread her knees wide, and lifted her spike heel clad feet up in the air where they bounced as she moved. I crawled into the saddle and my erection slipped into her easily. She had a big, loose, experienced pussy – just what I expected.

I pumped her a few times to lubricate my dick with her copious secretions, then, wrapping my arms around her I rolled her over roughly into the cowboy position. My cock never left her pussy.

"Do me cowboy you horny bitch," I said. "I want to watch you sweat!"

She started to hump like a whore. Juice was dripping out of that big pussy and I could feel it running down on my balls.

Cowboy was the position where her tits really looked good. They were hanging down right over my face, her big nipples hard as rocks. Those big beauties jiggled as she fucked and I could play with her tits or move my hands around and feel her ass or grab those big hips and help her pump.

She was working hard now – pounding away – and I could hear the wet squishy sounds her dripping cunt made as she fucked. My hands were roving freely as I laid back and relaxed and watched her start to sweat. That was my thing! I loved to watch a horny bitch sweat!

I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her face showed the strain of her pumping for her orgasm. I wasn't gonna help her – the bitch could do all the work. She had said she hadn't been fucked in three months so I knew she was really enjoying this. Pumping her hips made those big tits bounce and jiggle.

She was riding my whole dick now and rubbing that oversized hard clit against my pubis with each stroke. I figured it was not gonna take long for this horny bitch to pop one off. This was one very experienced bitch – she was working to bring me off but she was pleasing herself at the same time. She'd obviously done a lot of serious fucking.

I reached up and grabbed those lovely handholds on her hips – my two hands filled with soft, warm fat – and guided her as she fucked me. When I pulled her down hard and lifted my hips up roughly I could feel the head of my dick reach all the way up into that pussy and bottom out.

She was grunting like a pig now, as she fucked. She was working hard and as with so many broads before, I enjoyed looking up and watching the horny bitch fuck. Her nipples were erect and sweat was running down her big flopping breasts and dripping off on to my chest.

Her eyes were clinched tight and she was working hard for her orgasm. She no longer tried to hold her stomach in and the fat pooched out and jiggled like jelly as she fucked. 

Suddenly, she lifted her head up, closed her eyes tight, opened her mouth wide, and began to pant hard. Her pumping ass pounded me harder and faster and then she took a deep breath, held it as her face contorted in pleasure, and then I felt her pussy start to contract.

She had a big loose pussy but with her orgasm I felt very strong muscles grab my dick and it squeeze hard – again and again and again. This bitch had obviously done a lot of fuckin. It was a very long orgasm, but finally she collapsed on my chest, exhausted and panting.

She'd had her fun – now it was my turn – but no rest for her. I grabbed her roughly, remembering her request not to be gentle, and rolled her over on her back. My dick never left that dripping pussy.

"Roll over bitch. I'm not finished with you yet," I said harshly.

I grabbed her legs and lifted her knees up to her shoulders and put my chest against her legs to allow me to pump that pussy deep. I grabbed her ass in my two hands and held it high in the air so I could feel myself bottom out with each hard thrust. I pounded her furiously and rapidly. She grunted with each thrust.

In less than a minute I felt my juices start to rise and then I pumped a heavy load in six or seven big squirts deep into that squishy pussy. When I finished I collapsed on her body, spreading her legs wide on the floor as I did. We lay there panting and sweating.

I felt her hands grab my head and heard her whisper in my ear, "Thank you baby. Thank you! Oh God! That was good! I been waiting three months to feel that pussy of mine grab on to a big hard cock and squeeze it. Thank you."

All these old broads were like this, I thought. They are always so grateful. This pussy was gonna be my private property for the next two nights, till we docked in Miami.

I rolled off her sweating body and we both rested on the floor laying on our backs and breathing heavily. Finally, rested, I got up and pulled her to her feet.

She still had on her spikes and hose and garter belt, but she no longer tried to hold her stomach in or her shoulders back. Her belly pooched out and her tits sagged down low, nipples aimed at the floor. She was a heavy bitch, but she was relaxed now that she had been properly fucked.

I led her out on the veranda and to the railing where we looked out at the waves. I took her into my arms, gently, and kissed her softly, cupping her butt in my hands. 

"That was damn good pussy," I whispered in her ear.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "There's as much pussy left as you want till we dock in Miami. That's the first fuck I've had in three months and you remembered what I asked you - you weren't gentle. You treated me like a whore and that's what I need to cum fast."

I said nothing. I heard a soft knock on the cabin door – three knocks, a pause, and then two more. It had to be Roger with more wine. I walked back into the cabin.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened and Roger entered with an ice bucket containing an opened bottle of white wine. He placed the new bucket on the table and picked up the old one.

"Joan," I said, turning back to the veranda door and extending my hand. "Come and meet Roger. He set up the room for us."

I had no idea how Joan would react to Roger, but to my pleasant surprise she walked into the room, naked and smiling. 

"Good to meet you Roger," she said. "Thank you for setting up the room."

The lights were low, but Roger could see everything she had. She stood there proudly naked, once again holding her stomach in and her shoulders back to minimize the sag of her tits. When she held her shoulders back those big nipples didn't point at the floor.

She posed sensually to show off her shapely legs and smiled at Roger. Her spike heels made her look thinner and my eyes were drawn to that thick hairy beaver. Her oversized clit was easily visible.

Roger smiled back at her and his eyes went slowly from tits to beaver to legs and ankles and then back to beaver and tits again. Then he did it a second time. Finally he looked up at her face.

"And good to see you too," he said.

Roger was a tall, muscular, thirty year old black man who was obviously enjoying the sight of this naked white woman. Clearly, he'd seen naked white women before. And, clearly, he'd fucked a lot of them. You could almost see him evaluating Joan as a future piece of ass.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 03



Roger was no stranger to white pussy. In fact the other stewards probably considered him the resident expert on white pussy. He was handsome enough that horny wives often let him know that they tipped big for "extra" service and extra service they got – sometimes more extra than they expected.

There was no shortage of ship's officers who, because of Roger's reputation for thickness, invited him to "stretch out" some horny bitch they were using that night, so they could laugh when she groaned. And Roger enjoyed stretching them out while the guy watched. Some of them were already stretched out and Roger was just the right size to give them pleasure.

And of course on every voyage there was always at least one voyeur-cuck who paid Roger well so he could watch his wife with a big black stud pumping away between her legs. And pump away Roger did because he got paid extra if he made the wife cum – which he almost always did.

Roger told me once he liked cucks' wives the best because they were usually young and attractive and because it turned him on to get paid big bucks by a white man who wanted to watch his wife get fucked.

Roger said he didn't mind hubby jacking off as he watched but he always left as hubby got down and started to eat Roger's cum out of that freshly fucked pussy. "I don't like it," Roger told me once. "It ain't natural."

"I'll take care of the room after you're finished," Roger said and turned to leave.

"Thanks again Roger," Joan said, smiling, still holding her belly in.

Roger turned for one more look at her milky-white, naked body – his eyes roving from tits to pussy and back to tits. This time his eyes rested for a long moment on a thick strand of creamy semen running down her inner thigh, half way to her knee.

Joan saw him looking at her thigh and looked down to see what had attracted his attention. When she saw my cum dripping out of her pussy, she giggled like a high school girl and her big tits jiggled. I could swear she blushed – but it's hard to imagine a woman with Joan's experience still being able to blush.

Then Roger left and closed the door.

I poured some fresh wine for us both and we clinked our glasses in another toast. Then we walked back out to the veranda sipping our wine. We leaned on the railing, enjoyed the warm tropical air, and watched the ocean rush by.

"Are you gonna meet me tomorrow night?" Joan asked. She was obviously trying to renew the conversation we were having before Roger knocked on the door.

Joan was like all the others. She was afraid that this was just a one-night stand. She'd already offered me two more nights – as much pussy as I wanted she had said - and I hadn't said yes. She'd seen the other gals at the bar and she knew I had a choice of pussies. 

Well let's have some fun with the horny bitch, I thought.

"You want me to meet you tomorrow night?" I asked.

"You know I do," she said, looking up into my eyes and smiling.

"Were you happy with this room and the wine?"

"Oh yes – very happy," she said, nervously.

She had a concerned look on her face. She was getting worried that this really was a one-night stand. Teasing these horny broads was fun! Sometimes when I was in the mood I'd make a bitch beg for it.

"You need to show your appreciation to Roger," I said.

"I showed him everything I had," she said. "I stood there and let him look at me buck-naked. I think he enjoyed the view."

"I'm sure he did," I said slowly. "Roger got a real good look at your pussy. But, Joan, you need to let him do more than just look at that hairy thing."

I reached down and ran my fingers through the hairy thing. Her clit was soft but it firmed up a little as I stroked it.

Her breathing got heavier. There was a long pause. She knew exactly what I was thinking. I put my arm around her and pulled her close, my right hand still on her clit.

Finally, Joan said softly, "You want me to fuck him?"

I said nothing and kept stroking her clit, which was harder now.

"You want to watch us fuck," she said in a whisper.

I still said nothing and continued to stroke her clit, which was now engorged and rock hard. I was waiting – teasing her.

After a very long pause, finally Joan whispered, "What does he like?"

That was better. Anxious to please. Ready to do what she had to do. I pulled her closer so that her big tits pressed against my chest. Then I whispered in her ear.

"He likes to stand in front of a full length mirror and watch a naked white woman on her knees suck his cock and lick his balls, getting him ready to fuck. Then he likes to spread her legs, climb in the saddle, and fuck her like a whore."

I felt her tremble in my arms and her pussy started to get very wet and make squishy sounds when I rubbed it with my finger. This bitch was no amateur. She'd fucked black guys before and I think the thought turned her on.

"Okay," she whispered very softly, "I'll do it."

I could feel her nod her head against my shoulder.

"And Joan," I continued, "Roger is really hung. His cock is so thick that your fingers won't come close to touching your thumb when you stroke it. I've watched him fuck white ladies before – he'll bring you off."

She trembled and said, "I'll do anything you guys want - take it up the ass or give blowjobs or anything you guys tell me to do – only please ... please be with me these last two nights. I'm so damn horny that I really need it."

"Joan, you understand that tomorrow night Roger's gonna bring the wine and cheese, then he's gonna stay and you're gonna suck him off and fuck him. And Joan, understand that the way you perform tomorrow night – how much you please him - will determine whether there will be a third night."

"I want Roger to enjoy himself. He does me a lot of favors," I said. 

"I understand. I'll satisfy Roger. I'll perform for you – perform the way you want. I promise," she said still obviously very aroused and as though looking forward to tomorrow night.

"But Lars, let me ask you something. Please do me first. I don't want to be all stretched out by that thick cock when you do me. I got a real big pussy, but I want it to be as tight as it can be for you to enjoy."

I laughed. "I'll do you first. But, Joan baby, I wanna fuck you again after he's finished with you. I like to feel a sloppy, stretched-out pussy after I've watched Roger pound a bitch hard and deep."

"Feeling what Roger has done to a pussy after I've watched him do it really turns me on. I've seen him fuck a lot of rich white ladies just like you and most of them cum but all of them get stretched out – big and wide and loose."

I turned her around with her butt against my cock and took those big tits in my hands. Then I bent her over and put her hands on the back of a deck chair to steady her. I was gonna fuck her doggie style, here on the veranda.

She spread her legs a little to make her pussy available and I slipped my hard dick into her. She was wet and slimy and still dripping that mix of her juices and my cum that Roger had seen running down her leg. 

This was a big and floppy pussy. I reached down and felt two thick, dripping inner pussy lips hanging down and holding the shaft of my cock, in a wet sloppy embrace.

Damn! This was a big pussy, but this was gonna be a fun piece of ass. I played with her body with both hands in the dark as I started to fuck her. The fat on her belly was pooched way out now and her tits hung down low and loose.

Her hips were full and soft and she had a big ass. In the darkness she felt fat. Feeling around some more I concluded that she WAS fat – a fat whore, but not too fat to fuck.

I moved my right hand down from her tits and began to massage her rock hard clit as I fucked her. She started to grunt softly each time she took me deep. This bitch liked to fuck.

"Oh God Lars! Do me! Have your fun!" Joan whispered eagerly, as she moved her ass back and forth.

She had her orgasm in about five minutes and it was a good long one with strong contractions. I pumped my load into her while her pussy was still contracting. It was an easy, relaxed, and satisfying piece of ass.

We walked, naked, back into the suite. Joan took a douche bag out of her purse and headed for the bathroom.

"Jesus!" I said. "That's a strange thing to keep in your purse. What's the deal?"

Joan laughed. "Yeah, it is strange, but there's a story connected to it. I'll tell you when I get back."

She closed the bathroom door to douche that dripping pussy while I dressed and when she came back she put her clothes on. I sat on the couch sipping the last of my wine and watching her dress. 

I watched her combing her hair and fixing her face. Before my eyes, she transformed from a fat, naked whore into a very attractive mature lady. That expensive gown was so flattering that she didn't look fat at all with her clothes on. She sat down next to me and picked up her glass.

"Well, here's the story," she said. "Four years ago I went back to my room having been properly fucked – two big loads from a ship's officer dripping out of my pussy. To my surprise my hubby had returned to the room early – he was having an unlucky night at the tables."

"Now you need to know that hubby can't get it up – even with pills. But he can jack off with a floppy dick and he likes to eat pussy, which he does very well. Eating pussy makes him horny and then he jacks off."

"That night he was in the mood for pussy pie. Before I could explain he pulled my pants down, laid me on the bed, spread my legs, and proceeded to chow down on what turned out to be a thick, foamy cream pie. Hubby is not a fan of cream pies – never has been."

"He had a mouthful of sticky, creamy cum before he knew it. He spit it out, told me to go douche my pussy, and when I had done that he went back to work enjoying himself, eating my freshly douched pussy. Then he beat that soft meat of his and squirted his juice."

"Ever since that time I have carried a douche bag in my purse to clean up before I go back to the room – just in case. When I get back tonight, I'll take a tub bath and soak this thing, like always, because he'll probably want to eat pussy tonight."

"You see Lars, I love my husband – I really do. I don't want him sleeping in another guy's wet spots or eating out another guy's cum. I want to give him clean pussy to eat – clean even if it has been recently used hard."

I had to laugh. I understood why she wanted to soak that dripping pussy in a tub! A douche might clean out her pussy but, eating it, hubby's nose was gonna be buried in that thick hairy bush which would still smell strongly of another guy's cum. The smell of freshly fucked pussy was an occupational hazard for any guy who couldn't get it up and loved his wife enough to eat her out.

"Tell me about your husband," I said.

"He's is in his late sixties and we've been married over thirty years. He used to fuck like a stud but five years ago he had an operation and his pecker quit working. I was already on hormones and horny as hell and I tried vibrators and fingers and hubby's tongue, but nothing worked like a dick."

"You see Lars, a man can cum in a pussy or an asshole or a mouth or between two floppy tits and it's all the same to a man, but a woman is different. When a woman cums, those pussy muscles need to clamp down on something – squeeze something hard and soft at the same time. That's why plastic doesn't work as well as cock."

'We tried everything but nothing worked except a real man. Now, Lars, we live in a small town – no way can I sneak around there! Finally, hubby and I had a long talk and we started taking cruises every two or three months. And I'd get fucked! At least I'd get fucked if I got lucky."

"Now Lars, Hubby doesn't like me fucking other guys – he really doesn't! And he doesn't want me to tell him about it. I think he pretends I'm not doing it. I think that's why he went down on what he should have known was a freshly fucked pussy. I mean, we've agreed to go on cruises so I can fuck! He knows I'm gonna fuck but we never talk about it, and I think he pretends it's not really happening."

"But hubby still enjoys eating pussy – even when he pretending it's not freshly fucked pussy. And he spreads me wide and buries his face in it. So that's why I always clean it up for him. It helps him pretend."

"You have a very accommodating husband," I said. "But you obviously treat him well."

"I try to. But it's hell to need a dick as much as I do! Most guys treat me bad and make me do things. And God! The things they make me do! And I do those things! I do what I'm told to do! I have to if I'm gonna get laid! I'm glad the man that loves me has no idea about the things that guys make me do."

I walked her down the hall to her suite, which was on the same floor as the one we had used. Her husband was still in the casino. She opened the door and I took her in my arms to kiss her good night.

As I started to leave she grabbed my arm and whispered, "I can't bear to spend another night alone sitting in that damn bar with those other horny broads. Don't forget me! Please don't! Remember, I'll do anything you and Roger tell me to do. Anything you want! Just pick me up in the bar tomorrow night. Please!"

As I walked back to my quarters I chuckled. Quality pussy! Scared and horny and eager to please! That's exactly the way I liked 'em. I loved to hear a woman beg for it. It turned me on to remember her saying "I do what I'm told to do." 

Maybe I'd tell Roger to shove that big thing up her ass. It would be fun to watch her eyes get big when she sees him rub Vaseline on that thick uncircumcised cock, knowing he's about to shove it up her ass – then listen to her squeal and watch her squirm when he does it. Roger really enjoyed doing that to white women.

But not tomorrow night – we'd do it the last night, because she won't be much use after he's fucked her in the ass with that thing. I had seen him do it twice and he could stretch out an asshole like you would not believe. Afterward the gal would be too sore to sit down. 

Yeah! I'd tell him do her that way the last night, after I've had two more nights of quality pussy. I can't wait to watch her squirm. That's gonna be fun to watch. It'll be hard not to laugh out loud.

When I got back to crews-quarters I checked Kirsten's room. She was not back yet, so I left my door ajar to catch her when she returned. 

She came down the hall a half hour later, looking like she always looked after she fucked that young stud. Braless boobs bouncing under a partially buttoned blouse, wrinkled skirt, and her hair a mess, as was her facial make up. She looked sated but fortunately there were no bruises – at least none that I could see.

I pulled her into my room and closed the door. 

"You look like you could use a drink," I said.

When she nodded I poured a shot of Knob Creek for each of us, adding a touch of water. We sat on the couch.

"How was it?" I asked. "Are you satisfied?"

"I'm satisfied," Kirsten said. "My pussy is sore as hell and my nipples are killing me, but, yeah, I'm satisfied."

"What happened to your nipples?"

"He was biting my tits when I did him cowboy."

"Why didn't you tell him to stop?" I asked.

She hung her head and mumbled, "Because it felt so good and I was asking him to do it. I kept screaming for him to bite my tits real hard."

"Then you can't complain about your tits being sore! Did he pump his usual four loads?"

"Yeah, but he made me blow him for the first load."

"That's a change," I said.

"Yeah, it was kind of a ... well, a kinky thing. Kinda silly when you think about it. He wanted me down on my knees, in my full uniform, sucking his dick, so he could look down at me and laugh. I think he's getting kinky."

"Well, everybody likes to do their own things," I said.

"When he was about to cum, he grabbed my head in both hands and fucked me in the mouth, hard and deep. He pumped out so much cum that I couldn't keep it all in my mouth and I couldn't swallow it with his dick back pushing on my tonsils, so it just leaked out of my mouth and ran down over my chin and dripped off on my blouse."

"Jesus," I laughed, looking at her blouse. "The front of your blouse is covered with dried cum. Damn! That was a big load."

"His first loads are always huge like that. But then the bastard laughed at me and said, 'Here you are a fifty year-old bitch and you haven't learned how to give a blow job without spilling cum all over yourself.'"

"Dammit I'm only forty-eight and I know how to suck a cock and swallow cum, but who the hell wouldn't spill cum with a big dick deep in her throat pushing on her tonsils?"

"And he kept laughing at me. I don't get it!" She said shaking her head. "I do sex things to please him and he laughs at me. Why the hell does he laugh when all I'm trying to do is please him sexually?"

Kirsten was angry but after a few moments she looked very sad, sitting silently. Then she got tears in her eyes and started to ramble about herself.

"This thing has gone too far. For years you told me about those beat-up old menopausal broads who needed to get fucked – begged to get fucked – would do anything you told 'em to do just so you'd fuck 'em."

"I know that doesn't happen to most women," she continued. "We've got hundreds of old broads on this ship but only a half dozen are sitting at the bar looking for dicks."

"No," I said. "It doesn't happen to most women. Their hormones are just not the same I guess. A lot of women get a little bit horny at menopause, but you're right, only a few women get it really bad."

"So how come I got it so bad? I mean it Lars! I came back to work and I needed to fuck. All I could think about when I got assigned to your ship was fucking you."

"Hell! You had me easy that first night at sea. We were in the bar and I got horny watching that young stud take that menopausal old bitch upstairs to fuck her. My pussy started to drip right there in the bar. I was ready to spread my legs."

She had tears in her eyes but she seemed mad at the same time.

"Then I saw Lieutenant Ryan Allen fucking the Senator's wife! You saw me peeking in the bedroom door and playing with my pussy like a horny high school girl. Shit! I was easy meat – just easy meat for that kid. In fact, it was me that asked him to fuck and I been asking him to fuck me ever since."

"There was a time, Lars, when nobody in this whole damn world could have got me down on my knees and fucked me in the mouth the way that kid did tonight. Laughing at me the whole damn time! Shit!"

"And I know that next week I'll start to get horny for him again. You'll be fuckin me but it won't be enough with him around. Every time I see that muscular young stud my pussy starts to drip and I beg him for it."

"Next week he'll smile and I'll ask him to take me upstairs and I'll do anything he tells me to do – get down on my knees again with him laughing at me and suck him off or take it up the ass or do whatever he wants. With him treating me like a cheap cunt!"

"Lars, how the hell long does this last?" Kirsten asked in desperation.

"The bitch I fucked tonight was fifty-five. At least she said was fifty-five!"

"Jesus! That's seven years from now! I can't do that Lars – I just can't do it. When I get horny it's one thing for me and you to fuck, but begging some kid twenty years younger than me is something else altogether!"

"And the things he makes me do! He makes me ... I mean ... well ... it's not normal! I can't be this way for seven more years!"

"And Lars, what the hell am I gonna do next month when we go back to Bergen. Stein's not fuckin me any more and this damn thing needs to get serviced."

She reached down angrily and grabbed her crotch as though she were mad at her own pussy. She was sobbing now.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 03



"I don't know how much Gro needs it, but you're gonna have to slip away and service this damn thing," she said, still holding her crotch tightly. 

"Service it a lot! Maybe I can do without that kid if I don't see his damn muscles, but you'll have to service this horny pussy. Promise?"

"I'll fuck you as much as you need Kirsten," I said.

"What's gonna happen to me?" Kirsten pleaded.

"We'll see, baby, we'll see," I said. "It will all work out. I promise you – it will all work out. I'll take care of you."

She leaned against me and I took her in my arms and patted her gently on her back as she sobbed. I had no idea how it would work out. Then, suddenly, I had an ugly thought.

That punk kid! He was just like I was at his age – and truth to tell - a bit like I still am. Nobody knew that Kirsten was special to me – knew I wanted to protect her. If they thought about it at all, they probably thought that I looked at Kirsten like she was easy meat the way that kid looked at her.

What if that kid – Lieutenant Ryan Allen – had the kind of kinky ideas I sometimes got. What if he wanted to watch her fuck a big, heavy-hung, black guy like Roger? I heard Kirsten's voice in my head saying, "I'll go upstairs with him and do anything he tells me to do."

Hell! Roger would fuck her gladly with one or more guys watching – he enjoyed fucking white women and a white woman officer would be even better. Another white pussy, but a special one!

Would she fuck Roger or suck him off to keep that kid happy? Would she take that thick cock up her ass with that kid laughing as she got stretched out? As horny as she was she might do that – she just might. What the hell would she do? What the hell would Ryan Allen tell her to do?

And what the hell was I gonna do? I had another month to go - she was gonna fuck Ryan several more times that last month. Would he be satisfied just making her suck him off or fucking her in the ass or would he want something more exotic like watching Roger fuck her in the ass?

How could I keep her safe? I don't want Kirsten to end up as a stretched-out, beat-up old whore, getting laughed at when she begs some kid to fuck her. What can I do to prevent that?

I held her gently and tried to think.



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 04



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I had to wait twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. I've been working on cruise ships in the Caribbean and Mediterranean since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

This new pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen, a gal I went to school with and later worked on a cruise ship with. She took time off to raise her kids but now she has returned as Director of Passenger Relations. 

She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. They live near us in Bergen and when she was young I had tried to fuck her, but she wouldn't fuck till she started taking hormones in her late forties and got horny. 

There's only one small problem. Kirsten has discovered a twenty-four year old Lieutenant who fucks like a stud. He was something that Kirsten, aged forty-eight, simply could not resist, although each time she fucked him he pounded her so hard that her pussy was sore and she couldn't fuck for a couple of days afterward.

And she was fuckin him last night, so I had to look elsewhere for pussy. I found an interesting fifty-five year old bitch named Joan. She was a damn good fuck and I planned on using her again tonight.

Kirsten had stumbled in to the crews quarters last night looking like a well-fucked slut and we'd had a long talk. She was so horny for this kid that I had no idea what she was likely to do. That had me worried because I felt an obligation to look out for her. I mean, I'd known her all my life and she meant more to me than just convenient pussy.

It was mid-morning and I had just finished a four-hour turn on the bridge. I strolled back to the pool area filled with passengers trying to improve their tans. I saw Kirsten in uniform looking a bit worse for wear, but still able to function. She was circulating among the passengers, smiling and friendly.

I figured she could use a break so I walked over to her and invited her into the shade of an alcove where bartenders were busy mixing Bloody Marys. 

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Only a little," Kirsten said, making a hand motion toward her head.

"I thought your pain was somewhere else," I said with a chuckle.

"Yeah it is, but I can't point to it in public," said Kirsten, laughing. "Oh shit it hurts more when I laugh."

We strolled over to the railing and watched the blue ocean rush by for several minutes. This was a beautiful, sunny, Caribbean morning and it almost made me forget the problem I faced with Kirsten. This was no place to continue our conversation of last night.

"I'm going back to the bridge," I said. "We have a young officer with the con. I'm gonna watch him without watching him, if you know what I mean".

"Yeah I know. See you later," Kirsten replied.

I walked back to the bridge to observe that young officer and he did well for over an hour. I left to make my usual circuit of the decks. Passengers like to see ship's officers "doing their duty" because it gives them a sense of security. 

As I looked down from the deck above the pool area I got a real shock. Sitting in the shade of an umbrella I saw none other than Joan and Kirsten at a table drinking Bloody Marys. What the hell was this all about?

I watched for several minutes without them seeing me. They were involved in a serious and intense conversation. What the hell did they have to talk about? They had nothing in common! Nothing ... except ... except ... ME!"

"Shit! The gal I was fuckin regular and the gal I had fucked last night were sitting there having a long and intense conversation ... about me!

I stood there a full ten minutes and they were talking furiously. Finally Kirsten got up to leave. I looked at my watch. It was almost 11:30. She had to be going to a staff meeting she often had about this time.

I headed down the stairs and walked back to the table. Joan was still sitting there. I asked the waiter for a Virgin Mary and pointed at the table. Then I walked over to join her.

"You're looking very sharp after a hard night's work," I said with a chuckle.

"That's because you didn't see me this morning without make-up."

I looked more closely. She had on make-up, well applied, but she still looked good for a fifty-five year-old woman. Today's expensive beach outfit improved her figure as much as that lovely dress she had worn last night had done.

I looked at her well-supported boobs and her cleavage and it was very sensuous -- it almost gave me a hard on, even though I had seen her naked and knew that those big tits sagged a lot. Something was holding her belly in. Damn! She looked great with clothes on!

Of course she looked good when she was naked too. 

The waiter brought my drink and Joan adjusted her chair and crossed her legs, giving me a look at more thigh than she would have shown to a guy who had not fucked her the night before. Damn! She still had great legs at fifty-five.

She caught me staring at her bare thigh and smiled. The bitch was turning me on in broad daylight just like she had done in that dimly lit bar last night. With Kirsten's sore pussy, I was lucky to have found this sexy bitch and she was mine for another two days.

"Where's the hubby?" I asked.

"Taking a nap. He had a late night," she chuckled.

"Did he ..." I didn't finish the question.

"Eat pussy?" Joan said very softly.

"He did. I soaked that damn thing in a warm tub for a half hour and he buried his face in it for at least an hour," Joan said laughing. "He had his fun! He's been eating a lot of pussy on this trip."

"That's good. Husbands deserve their fun, even if it's eating freshly fucked pussy," I laughed.

"And I had my fun too, Lars. That was a wonderful evening. I'm looking forward to tonight. You won't forget me will you?"

I smiled broadly and shook my head. "Not won't!" I said. "The active word is can't. I can't forget you."

She smiled pleasantly. "You're a charming man. No wonder your lady loves you."

"And speaking of my lady, how did you meet Kirsten?"

"I saw you talking to her earlier and the temptation was just too great. I found her sitting alone at this table and I joined her. The next thing you know we were talking like sisters."

"I don't know how she did it," Joan continued, "but she figured out that I spread my legs for you last night. She said she wanted to talk to me."

"What did she want to talk about?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"She wanted to ask me some questions."

"Questions about what?"

"Questions about sex. My experiences. About you."

"And?"

"And she told me a lot of things she hasn't told you and she asked me if she should tell you certain things. You are her best friend and she doesn't want to lose your friendship or your respect. She says you're like a big brother to her, even though she's fuckin you regular."

"Well I think of her a my little sister but how could she lose my respect?"

"Lars, this is not a good place to talk. Lets talk tonight."

"Can't you give me some idea of what you talked about?"

"Well, she sees me as a very experienced woman, even though I'm only seven years older than she is. She sees herself going through some of the same things I have already been through with hormones and stuff. Her questions were about sex and the mature woman."

"What kind of questions?" I asked.

Jesus! I thought. Kirsten was very interested last night when I told her that I fucked a gal who was seven years older than she was and was as horny as a mountain goat. Then Kirsten had talked about how she got horny taking hormones and couldn't understand it.

"She told me about how horny she was and how she just had to have that young stud. And about how ... well ... how he made her beg for it. The bastard made her beg him to fuck her."

"Guys do that. Turns 'em on. Remember last night? What else did she say about him?"

"I can't tell you here," Joan said.

"At least give me some idea of what she said."

"Well, okay. She said that he has been sharing her with his buddies."

"With his buddies?" I shouted.

"Keep your damn voice down! You see? We can't talk here. Lars you can't say a word to her till you understand the whole situation. Talking now will just make things worse. We'll talk tonight."

I was scared last night and now I realized there was a good reason to be scared. Sharing her with his buddies! This was worse than I had thought. Was it too late to help her, I asked myself? Shit! I need to know everything Kirsten told Joan. But I was not gonna find out till tonight. The rest of the afternoon seemed to go by very slowly.

After dinner I stopped by the bar to pick up Joan. She was not lined up with the other horny broads at the bar hoping to meet guys -- wives with husbands in the casino. Instead she was sitting at a table with two drinks in front of her. One drink was a lemon vodka martini and the other was Knob Creek on the rocks.

I joined her and picked up my drink.

Lifting it in a toast, I said, "To the loveliest lady in the bar."

Joan laughed. It was a musical laugh without any trace of the nervousness she had shown the night before. She was feeling more confidence in our relationship. I looked at her dress. It was another obviously expensive designer garment that was made to be flattering to her figure.

And the dress really showed off her figure with the cleavage and just the proper amount of thigh showing. Her belly was flat and her hips looked trim. She was gorgeous! I was starting to fall for this gal.

I wanted to ask her about Kirsten but something told me to hold my questions. 

"Would you like to walk around the deck?" I asked.

"Not again," she chuckled. "You're surely not gonna make me ask for it again like that damn Lieutenant did Kirsten."

"Darling, you will never have to ask for it ever again," I said, getting up and pulling out her chair.

The night was a perfect Caribbean night: balmy air, bright moon, sounds of the sea rushing by the ship. We walked slowly, sipping our drinks.

We paused and I took her in my arms. I moved my hand down and gently caressed her ass. It was a deliciously soft mature woman's ass! She was so beautiful and sexy that I got an erection. She rubbed her belly tightly against it.

"There's nothing that makes a woman feel better about the piles of money she spends on her clothes than that thing pressing against my belly at this very moment," she whispered.

"There's nothing that makes a man with a hard on feel better holding a woman in his arms than having her eager to rub up against it," I said.

I kissed her. It was a long, warm kiss. Then I kissed her a second time, putting both hands on her lovely soft ass and pulling her tightly against my erection.

We headed, hand in hand, toward the elevator. Roger, the steward, had set up the same room for us with wine and music and hors d'oeuvres. When we got there, we finished our drinks on the veranda, looking down at the sea. Then I poured the French wine Roger had set out and we sat on the couch, my arm around her shoulder.

I kissed her again and her hand wandered slowly to my thigh and moved up, briefly caressing my testicles, and grabbing hold of my cock, which was hard as a rock now. She began to squeeze it softly and rhythmically.

"Damn," she said, "it's nice to have a dick I can depend on. Do me now honey -- I need to relax."

"Me too. I'm scared after what you told me today, but we can talk later. Can you strip for me like you did last night." 

"Darling I'd love to get naked for you," Joan said and began a slow sensuous dance to the soft music.

Joan's dress dropped to the floor -- just as it had the other night. She must have had her dresses made to do that. How do you tell your designer that you want a dress made so it's easy to strip naked for guys?

Tonight I looked at her legs first. She had perfect legs, almost like a gal in her twenties. Her bikini panties tonight were black and not transparent so I could only see the bulge of her beaver. But her beaver was so luxuriant that it grew down on her thighs. Almost an inch of curly black hair was visible below her bikini panties. I love to eat hairy pussy and her pussy turned me on big time.

Her bra was matching black and held up her big tits showing a lot of cleavage. Those babies were gonna jiggle and sag when it came off. There was no garter belt -- her hose had elastic tops at mid thigh.

Her dance tonight was a little different -- a touch of bump and grind. Her panties came off next and my eyes froze on that big, beautiful, curly haired beaver. It grew up to a point on her belly. Staring at that thing made my mouth water -- my face was gonna be in that thing breathing in her wonderful smell in a few minutes.

I could see the tip of an oversized clit, not yet hard. She kept dancing and shaking her bra-confined tits and bumping her pussy slowly and sensuously.

Finally, she reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra, spread her arms apart wide, lifted them up and then clasped her hands behind her head. I watched her tits drop out and jiggle as her bra fell to the floor. But with her arms up and shoulders back her tits stayed up and did not sag as much as I knew they would do later.

Time to eat pussy, I thought and got up and began to undress. When I was naked and my cock was standing out proudly erect I walked over to where she was dancing and took her in my arms. I pulled her close, my cock pressed tightly between our bellies. Then slowly I worked my way down her body, my tongue tickling her neck, then the sensitive skin between her breasts, then her belly button, and finally that hairy beaver.

I put my hands on her buttocks and pulled her close. Then I took that hard oversized clit in my mouth and started to suck it. She spread her legs a bit and began to hump my mouth. I pulled her slowly to the floor, spread her legs wide, and got between them. Then, she lifted her legs in the air, my hands lifting her ass, I began serious work on that hard clit.

Her juices began to flow and her pussy started to drip. I sucked up her juice and the wonderful taste and smell of anchovies flooded my senses. Damn I loved that taste. I shoved three fingers into that big loose pussy, then four fingers and fucked her with my hand as I sucked her clit.

Damn that was a big, pussy! Her thick inner pussy lips were engorged and hanging out loosely two or three inches, holding my hand in a moist caress. My fingers made wet, squishy sounds as I finger fucked her. She was pumping her ass just like a bitch in heat getting fucked with a dick.

When she began to grunt like an animal I knew she was gonna cum if I kept this up and after several minutes of grunting her body began to tremble, she began to pant rhythmically, and then I felt her contractions begin grabbing my fingers tightly like a strong hand. It was a long orgasm -- I kept her going as long as I could and her contractions slowly got weaker as she finished. We lay quietly as she recovered.

"Jesus," she said, "I came like I was getting fucked! Hubby's been eating pussy every night and most mornings but I never do that with him. You were so damn dominant that I knew you were gonna bring me off from the time you shoved your hand into my pussy. There's not a bitch alive who could keep her pussy under control with your tongue on her clit."

She lifted one leg high in the air and I watched those big, dripping pussy lips spread wide apart as she moved her leg over my head and down next to her other leg and scooted her body down next to mine. Her big loose tits flopped against my chest, nipples erect. Reaching down she grabbed my dick.

"Poor thing," she said. "It had to stay down here all alone while you brought me off. It needs some attention."

She moved down and started to suck my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue was like electricity swirling around the head of my dick. I thought for a minute I was gonna cum, then she threw a leg over me and climbed on to do me cowboy, her big tits hanging down over my face and jiggling as she fucked.

It didn't take her long to bring me off. I felt like a high school kid fuckin his first whore and I had a rewarding orgasm pumping my load into that big pussy. We lay together quietly for several minutes. Then I got up and poured more wine, helped her up, and we sat down, naked, on the couch, sipping our wine. Now was the time to talk.

"Okay, tell me about Kirsten," I said.

"She's special to you isn't she?"

"Yes, she's special." I said.

"Then this is gonna hurt," Joan said. "Get ready to bleed."

"Kirsten and I had a long talk. She told me about how you two grew up together and how you always wanted to fuck her but she wouldn't fuck until her hormones got out of whack. And she told me about watching that young Lieutenant fuck that Senator's wife and how she couldn't get her mind off of his young body. And how she started begging him to fuck her and then he started inviting his buddies to share the pussy."

"I said to her, 'Kirsten, if the guy turns you on that much -- face it baby - you're gonna get fucked big time by him and by all his buddies and they'll have you fucking a nigger just for laughs. They'll have you taking it up the ass -- guys like to watch a woman take it that way from a black stud! Just ask your loving Lars.'"

"Shit!" I said. "But you're right I guess."

I sat there remembering last night. I was looking forward to watching Roger fuck Joan in the ass for my amusement. I felt ashamed that I had planned to do that. Men were bastards and I guess I was just like all the rest.

"Well, anyway, last night was a first," Joan continued.

"A first?"

"Yeah, a first. Last night she gave that kid a blowjob on her knees in full uniform while three of her fellow officers sat there stroking their dicks and laughing at her. They're getting kinda kinky."

"Then they made her pull a train -- four guys taking turns and coming back for seconds and thirds and maybe even fourths. They fucked her steady for three hours. That's why her pussy is so sore -- she's done two guys several times, but this was her first train."

"Jesus! I can't believe that."

"Believe it! If she keeps doing this she'll get the nickname "Choo-choo' and everybody on the ship will know she's a whore who enjoys a gang bang."

"She enjoyed it?"

"Yeah, she did. I asked her if she was having orgasms and she WAS -- a lot of orgasms! She was just laying there, with her legs spread getting pounded, enjoying every load the guys pumped into her, having orgasms, and waiting while they changed places. So I told her the truth."

"The truth? What truth?"

"SHE'S A WHORE!"

"I don't believe that!"

"Did she tell you she propositioned that Lieutenant? That he didn't ask her?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Did she tell you why?"

"Well, she ..."

"Because he's twenty four years younger than she is and a real good fuck! Look Lars, I would have pulled that train myself if I'd had the chance. I mean four young studs? Hell! That's like winning the damn lottery! You know me Lars. I'm a whore! But Lars, so is your sweet little lady."

"How could this happen to her?"

"You said yourself that you were an expert on mature pussy. Kirsten is mature pussy. You know exactly how it happens."

"She told me her periods stopped," Joan continued, "her husband quit fucking her and her pussy started to dry up. She began using estrogen cream to keep her pussy moist and her doctor put her on hormones. That made her horny and she wanted to fuck. That doesn't happen to every menopausal broad but it does happen to a few -- and me and Kirsten are part of that few."




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 04



"Why didn't she stop taking the hormones?" I asked.

"I've been through this myself, Lars. When you stop the hormones you feel like shit! You get depressed and then you get on pills and then you get crazy thoughts. It's better to be horny than sick!"

"I guess, but ..."

"She said that when she got on board she started fuckin you regular and that helped."

"That's true but ..."

"Then she said you were not enough to satisfy her and she propositioned that young stud. When he invited one of his buddies to share this new pussy she fucked his buddy to please the Lieutenant at first. But then she discovered that she liked fuckin them both -- two guys and a gal in bed together and the guys taking turns. I could understand that. I'd love to get in bed with two guys half my age."

"Shit!"

"Yes, shit! And then there was another buddy and then another buddy and she enjoyed 'em all. It got to be regular. She was fuckin two young guys, each one pumping two or sometimes three loads into that estrogen-primed, menopausal pussy -- and she loved it even though her pussy got sore. Hell! I'd have loved it too! It's a whore's dream come true!"

"Jesus," was all I could say.

"And finally last night," Joan continued, "they all four got together and showed her the time of her life. Only this time it was one guy fucking and three guys sitting there watching and waiting their turn."

"She popped off an orgasm almost every time a guy climbed in the saddle -- for three hours! She lost count but it had to be over a dozen loads. And Lars, she was having orgasms almost every time she got fucked! The thing that bothered her was not the fucking, but the fact that they laughed at her because she was so damned horny."

"Why didn't she tell me?" I asked, plaintively.

"She didn't tell you because she was embarrassed and ashamed of what she was doing. Trust me Lars, when you first figure out that you're a whore you are very ashamed of it. I got laughed at just like her. It took me over a year to lose my shame and deal with the laughter."

"And Lars, it took a long time before I could hang out in a bar and have everyone know I was a horny bitch looking for cock. Guys leering at me and me smiling back, and them knowing that all they had to do was invite me to their room and I'd strip down and fuck!"

"Guys were looking at me and whispering jokes about me and laughing at me. It ain't easy to learn to take that. You feel so damned helpless and lonely!"

"And if you're heavy ... I mean ... well, face it! I'm fat! And if you're fat it's worse. I look good in an expensive gown designed especially for me, but when I get naked I'm fat!"

"One night I took a guy back to my room and stripped down for him like always. I was excited because he was young and good-looking. I had the lights low and I was holding my belly in and my shoulders back so my tits wouldn't sag."

"But he turned the lights up to bright and took a long look at me. Then he laughed and said, 'Fat old bitch' and walked out of the room. I was standing there naked, ready to fuck him, and he didn't want me. He laughed at me. How does a woman get used to that?"

"I don't know," I said. "But I do know that we gotta help Kirsten. What the hell can we do for her?"

"There are three things we have to do for her," Joan said.

"First, YOU gotta admit to yourself that she's a whore and try not to feel bad about it and then help HER admit it and deal with it. Either she learns to deal with being a whore and getting laughed at or she stops the hormones and gets sick and depressed and drugged up with anti-depressants."

"Second, we gotta keep her from pulling trains. That will destroy her reputation. Fucking one guy or even two at a time is okay. Fucking a lot of different guys is okay -- most horny menopausal broads make their pussy available to any man who wants it. But pulling a train is a no-no. She'll get a reputation and she'll lose her job."

"What else?" I asked.

"Third, we gotta loosen up her asshole."

"Loosen up her asshole? Why?"

"Because those kids are not fucking her in the ass and she's never had it up the ass and that means those little bastards are saving her asshole for a floorshow."

"A floorshow?"

"A floorshow with a big black guy like Roger. They're gonna get her a little drunk and then spring a black guy on her. They're gonna make her blow him and then they're gonna enjoy watching her squeal and squirm and maybe even scream and bleed when she gets a thick one shoved up her ass."

"I can't believe that!"

"Believe it honey! That's the way guy's are."

She paused for a long moment and then said softly, "That's what you have planned for me tonight isn't it? Taking a thick one up the ass? You introduced me to Roger last night."

She had me! I nodded and hung my head, ashamed. Yes that was what I had planned for Joan. It wasn't nice but I had to admit that guys were like that. Joan sure had guys figured out!

"What can we do?" I said, helplessly.

"We can't keep her from getting butt-fucked, but we can keep her asshole from getting torn up and lacerated so bad that she screams and bleeds. We gotta stretch her asshole with a vibrator and then, Lars, YOU gotta start butt-fuckin your sweet little lady -- butt-fuckin her a lot to stretch her out."

"Me?"

"You! And we gotta get her to meet Roger. She's gotta blow him and fuck him and get real friendly with him so he likes her and when the guys put them together for the floorshow, he'll be gentle with her asshole and that asshole will be ready so she'll be able to take it without screaming and bleeding."

"No way. We can't do that to Kirsten! We'll just tell her not to do a floorshow."

"Oh Lars face it! Please! Kirsten's a whore. I been there myself. She likes -- no, she NEEDS to fuck. And guys fuck whores in the ass and whores let 'em do it so they can get that peter-hungry pussy taken care of."

"Look Lars, I don't enjoy getting fucked in the ass. I don't cum that way. But it doesn't hurt any more. I do it because it makes guys happy and happy guys fuck me."

"She'll do the floorshow if they tell her to. That's the way the real world works. You may not like it but you gotta know it's true. Your problem is that you haven't admitted to yourself yet that Kirsten's a whore."

I hung my head and looked down. Yeah, that was the problem. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Well, Kirsten IS a whore. And Kirsten was gonna take it up the ass -- and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it except keep her from being laughed at when she screamed from the pain of Roger's thick cock. That kind of story would circulate fast through the whole ship because guys would think it was funny. Jesus! Guys!

"Okay Joan. I'll get her up here tomorrow night and we can get started. Her pussy's too sore to fuck, but we can get started on her asshole. But Joan, does she have to ... to ... you know ..."

"Get down on her knees and suck off that big nigger?" Joan asked. "Yeah. She has to do exactly that and do it tomorrow night."

"Lars, she has to get started on black guys, " Joan continued. "She's a whore. She's gonna suck off a lot of well-hung black guys with white guys watching and laughing. I know because I've done it! She's gotta get used to black dicks."

"But black guys are so ... so ... you know."

"So big? So well hung? You know Lars, black dicks are no bigger that white dicks. It's just that when you see a big dick it looks twice as big if it's black and I have no idea why that's true, but it is. Trust me honey -- I've seen more hard cocks than you have -- and I've sucked 'em too and there's nothing special about black dicks."

"But ..."

"And don't worry about her asshole -- she'll stretch out -- assholes are built to stretch out. Mostly it's just learning to relax your asshole. Besides, after Kirsten gets broken in her, neither her pussy nor her asshole will be sore after a big night of fuckin."

"But ..."

"She'll get like me. I've had a lot of big black dicks back there. Roger will be no problem for me."

Then she chuckled, "Guys like to watch it. YOU like to watch it, don't you?"

She had me there. "Joan you know about men -- a lot more than I do. Jesus I feel bad about wanting to watch you scream and struggle as Roger stretched you out."

Joan laughed. "Well, he's gonna try tonight. That's what you told him to do wasn't it?"

"Well, yeah I guess that's what I told him to do."

Joan let out that loud lyrical laugh that made her tits jiggle.

Then she asked, "Want me to pretend it hurts? I will if you want to laugh at me. It won't be the first time I've done that. I'm a great screamer when I'm getting butt-fucked! Guys like to hear a woman scream."

I laughed with her, picturing in my head a couple of guys laughing at Joan pretending to be in pain as she got fucked in the ass by a big black guy. Then I remembered how much she needed to fuck and the things she did to get a man between her legs.

I'd hate to be a fifty-five year old woman, I thought, with an impotent husband and a fierce sexual desire that drove me to do what she does to get laid. Then I thought of Kirsten! She was gonna be just like Joan.

For years I'd looked at these poor women as sexual playthings to be exploited for easy pussy and laughs, but Joan was a real woman -- a loving, caring woman. Men are predatory bastards I thought.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock, three knocks a pause and then two. It was Roger.

Joan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want him baby. I want him bad. I need him! Don't worry. Just sit here and enjoy watching me do him."

Then she got up from the couch and went over to the door. She tightened her stomach muscles to pull her stomach in, pulled her shoulders back to lift up her sagging tits, turned the light switch to bring the ceiling light to full bright, and opened the door wide. She stood there stark naked in heels and hose for his pleasure.

"Come in Roger," she said, smiling broadly. "I've been looking forward to seeing what you've got for me tonight."

She reached out and grabbed Roger's arm and pulled him into the room. She took the wine and hors d'oeuvres from his hands and put them on the table. Then she led him over to the door to the bathroom, which had a big full-length mirror and started helping Roger undress.

By the time Roger was naked, his thick, black cock was pointing up at an angle and you could almost see it throb. His big low-hanging balls swung gently as he moved -- he was obviously carrying more than one load. Roger loved to fuck white women, especially blondes and Joan was a longhaired, golden blonde.

Joan grabbed that thick cock with one hand and started stroking it. It was so thick that her fingers and thumb did not meet. She used her other hand to caress those big, low-hanging balls gently. Roger reached out and took her big creamy white breasts in his hands and began to play with them.

Looking down at his dick, Joan said, "Lars told me you had a thick one. It's beautiful!"

Roger's eyes were devouring Joan's body and he continued to play with her tits. Joan kept holding her stomach in to give him a good look, but she let her tits sag a bit as he bounced them up and down. My eyes were glued to that thick curly haired bush, brightly lit by the ceiling light.

Then Roger let go of her tits and put one hand on each shoulder. Slowly she let him push her down on to her knees in front of him, still holding his cock in one hand and massaging his balls with the other. He looked down at her on her knees and then turned his head to see the two of them in the full-length mirror -- his thick cock just inches from her face. My dick got hard and started to throb.

Roger moved his right hand to the back of her head and opened his fingers wide. The black of his hand contrasted strongly with the blonde of her hair. Slowly he pulled her toward the bulbous head of that thick, black, uncircumcised cock.

Joan opened her mouth wide to take it and she let him stay in control, pulling her mouth to his cock, which she guided with her right hand as her left began to massage his balls more vigorously.

Holding his cock tightly Joan thrust her tongue under his thick foreskin and made a full circle around his dick. Then her tongue began to make repeated circles around the bulbous head of his cock, faster and faster. Roger must have been feeling electricity because his head went back and he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath he let his air out in a slow sigh and once again he looked at the mirror.

The bright lights showed the scene clearly. Black on White -- it was very arousing for me to look at them -- Joan on her knees with that big cock in her mouth. I started stroking my own cock.

I could see that she had him now. He was almost helpless with desire and suddenly she lunged forward and took most of that thick dick deep into her throat, moving both hands to his buttocks and pulling him toward her rhythmically as she began to suck him off.

I had seen Roger get blowjobs before and he always took his time and enjoyed looking in the mirror and then down at a white bitch on her knees with a big black cock in her mouth. He was always in charge. Dominant! But this was different. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, his hips were humping, and his breathing was heavy. She had him!

He lasted less than two minutes total!

Suddenly he groaned and began to pump his load deep into her throat grunting with each big spurt of cum. Joan took it all, hands still on his humping buttocks. I remembered Kirsten describing the big load she took from Ryan Allen. So big it ran out of her mouth and down her chin. But Joan was a much more experienced cocksucker. She didn't spill a drop.

I watched her throat muscles as she swallowed again and again. I imagined how Roger's cock must feel deep in her throat as those contractions grabbed the head of his dick every time she swallowed his cum. I watched and stroked my cock faster. She held that big dick in her mouth till Roger finished pumping.

Joan moved her right hand from his butt and, grasping the base of his cock, she placed her thumb on the bottom and index finger on the top. Then she skillfully milked him down catching his cum in her mouth, as his cock slipped slowly out of her mouth. As I watched the last drops of his creamy, white cum drip out of his cock into her mouth I lost control and pumped a load of sticky cum onto my belly. Jesus!

It was as neat a job of cock sucking as I had ever seen.

Finally she dropped his now flaccid penis and looked up at Roger.

She opened her mouth letting him see, in the bright ceiling light, a mouth full of thick, creamy cum. Then she licked her lips, made two more big swallows and smiled. 

"Damn, Roger, that was good," she said. "You pump a very tasty juice. I hope you enjoyed pumping it in to me as much as I enjoyed sucking it out of you."

Roger just stood there looking down at her and breathing heavily. All he could say was, "Jesus that was good!"

Joan got up off her knees and headed for her wine glass sitting on the table next to the couch. She drank the wine in several big sips, swishing the wine around in her mouth to wash out Roger's cum. Then she looked down at my dick, which was laying there soft and dripping. She saw the cum on my belly and chuckled softly.

"I'm glad I pleased you, darling. I'll do that for you to watch any time you want to watch it and I'll do it with any guy you choose. Black or white and more than one if that's what turns you on."

Then she glanced back at Roger. "But right now I think Roger's got a second load for me."

She put her empty wine glass on the table, and walked back to Roger, still standing in front of the mirror. Taking his two hands in hers she pulled him down on the thick rug and spread her legs. She took one of his hands and placed it on her pussy.

"Why don't you play with this thing, Roger? It'll get real user-friendly in a minute."

Roger looked over at me and shook his head as though saying "What a woman!"

Then he started playing with her pussy as he looked at their bodies in the mirror. The bright light overhead emphasized the black on white contrast of their bodies. He reached up with his other hand and began to play with those big tits, which he jiggled in amusement. Then he started sucking one nipple.

It took only a few minutes till that fat cock was hard again and Joan started stroking it. She spread her legs wider and pulled him between them and guided his dick into her. I noticed that she had positioned herself so Roger could look in the mirror as he fucked her without turning his head.

He started to fuck her with a slow steady rhythm staring at their humping bodies in the mirror. Joan began pumping her ass vigorously at twice his rhythm, taking long strokes and lifting up to rub her clit against his pubis. I could tell she was pumping for herself now.

She looked over at me and smiled, then turned back, closed her eyes and began very serious fucking. I realized that, for her, this was what the whole evening with Roger was all about. She needed that big thing pounding her pussy to have her fun. I remembered her telling me that a woman needed something hard for her pussy muscles to squeeze down on when she had her orgasm.

After about four or five minutes of vigorous fucking on her part, I saw her take a deep breath and watched her body start to tremble. Eyes closed, she was holding her breath. Then she let it out in a big slow sigh as her trembling became violent and finally she lay there, completely out of control and helpless, legs spread wide, hips humping frantically, as her pussy contracted down on that thick log again and again and again. These were the magical, exhilarating moments that a whore lived for.

Roger just kept on fucking her at the same steady rate during her orgasm. After her two minutes of pleasure she looked over at me again and nodded her head, smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. Then she began humping in response to Roger's thrusts -- this time for his pleasure not hers.

She raised her knees higher in the air, reached down between her legs, and adjusted the position of Roger's cock.

I heard Roger whisper loudly, "Oh yeah! Damn that's good!"

What the hell had she done, I wondered? I couldn't see any difference except her legs were higher in the air. I got up off the couch and moved closer so I could look between her legs. Roger's balls were slapping her ass as he fucked her much more vigorously than before. What was different?

Then I saw it! She'd moved his dick back so she was taking it up the ass! Jesus!

She was taking that thick cock easily with no effort at all. Roger was grunting and Joan had a broad smile on her face. This was amazing! 

Joan started to laugh. Then she said, "Come on baby fuck me! That's a good boy. Just pound it as hard as you want. Is that asshole tight enough for you honey? I can make it tighter! How's this?"

Roger was pumping like mad. She'd obviously turned him on again big time. I watched as June tightened and loosened her rectal muscles rhythmically giving Roger intense pleasure.

It was just like when she was blowing him -- once again Roger lost all control. After a few short minutes I watched his heavy testicles draw up high and tight at the top of his scrotum. The muscles at the base of his thick cock begin to contract rhythmically, as he pumped his load helplessly, spurt after spurt, overcome by his intense sexual arousal.

Joan had enjoyed fucking him as much as he had enjoyed her. This was not just some helpless white bitch to stretch out -- this was exquisite, quality pussy, as good as Roger had ever had.

Roger lay between Joan's lovely legs for a couple of minutes, breathing heavily; then he got up and put his clothes back on. Joan lay naked under the bright ceiling light.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 04



Roger came over to where I was sitting on the couch, '"Thank you Captain. Thank you very much. That was incredible pussy. Can I get anything else for you?"

"No thank you, Roger. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Roger left and Joan, still laying on the rug under the bright ceiling light, rose up on her right elbow. She took her left tit in her hand and bounced it up and down vigorously. Then she reached down and started slapping the fat on her stomach and hips.

"You don't need to see all this fat," she said. "Can we turn down those damn lights?" 

"I like the way you look," I said

"I feel so fat!" Joan said.

"I like you fat." I said.

"That's because you like fat whores," she said laughing. "You been fuckin fat whores for twenty years. Kirsten's gaining weight. Your sweet little lady is gonna be a fat whore just like me before you know it."

She stood up and faced me in the bright light, letting her stomach pooch out and her tits sag. Then she jiggled her tits and shook her belly and laughed.

"Kirsten's gonna look just like this," she said, moving her body to make her tits flop and jiggle. 

"It's only when you're naked that you're fat," I said. "With your clothes on, you're a beautiful, mature, sexy lady. And then you're not fat at all."

I walked over and turned down the lights.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Joan asked in a fake sexy voice with a giggle.

"Of course I'm gonna fuck you. What do you think I'm gonna do with this hard on? Take it back to my room?"

"You're gonna give me my third 'Big O' of the night if you do and that's a rare pleasure for a whore," she said. "How do you want to do me? Anything you want baby!"

"Oh that's up to you," I said. "It's your choice."

"My choice? Guys never give whores a choice. They just decide and then fuck any way they like."

"Well I'm giving you a choice tonight."

She stood there naked in the soft light, thinking. Finally she smiled and told me what she wanted.

"Okay, do me doggie on the veranda -- but don't be gentle and loving like you were last night. Fuck me just like you'd fuck a whore. Pound that pussy hard, and reach around and massage my clit real rough. That's an experienced clit baby -- it won't break. And talk dirty. Call me every dirty name you can think of. You'll bring me off big time treating me that way."

I remembered the way Roger had pounded her earlier. He was not gentle so I did her the way she asked and she had her third 'Big O' of the night.



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 05



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin the gal of my dreams. I had to wait twenty years for that pussy but it was worth the wait. I've been working on cruise ships since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

This new pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck till she got horny in her late forties. 

She's also fuckin this young stud - a twenty-four year old Lieutenant who pounds her so hard that every time he fucks her she's sore afterward. And lately she's been fuckin some of his friends. They're talking about having a black guy do her and she's asking me for help.

On this cruise I found an interesting fifty-five year old bitch named Joan. She's a damn good fuck and last night I shared her with a black steward, Roger, because I like to watch black on white. That's kinda kinky, but what the hell – it turns me on.

How they did it I have no idea but Joan and Kirsten got together yesterday and exchanged stories. Joan's a very experienced broad and she's gonna help Kirsten deal with the trouble she's having with those young studs.

It was about 1100 and I was walking the deck when Roger approached me and said he needed to ask me something. We moved to a private place and he started to talk.

"Well sir, your lady friend Miss Joan caught me in the hall this morning and asked me something."

"What did she want Roger?"

"She wants to fuck! She asked me to set up a cabin we could use after lunch. She's really horny, Captain. She offered me $300 if I make her cum again like last night. She said I could use her tight hole afterward if I wanted to."

"Gals have paid you to fuck 'em before, haven't they, Roger?"

"Yes sir, but I was worried that maybe she's your private pussy."

I laughed. "There's absolutely nothing private about that pussy Roger. That's public pussy! Go ahead and enjoy it."

"It ain't her pussy I enjoy sir," Roger said. "It's her asshole. That's the user-friendliest asshole of any white woman I ever fucked. And I've fucked a lot of white women. That asshole's better even than the tight little pussies of those young wives that I get paid to fuck while their husbands watch."

"Well, Roger, go right ahead an do her this afternoon. But remember you're probably gonna have to do her again tonight. And I've got another lady I want you to meet tonight. Joan and I want you to help us teach this other lady some things about thick dicks, so you're gonna be busy tonight. Don't wear yourself out."

"I'll be okay sir. I don't wear out easy. I get lucky on some cruises and at $300 a pop I can do three old ladies a day. I never charge you of course because you're special, but I'll be ready."

"Old ladies?" I said, laughing. "You call them old ladies?"

Roger seemed puzzled by my question. "Of course I call them old! They're twenty or thirty years older than me! But if they pay me, I'll do 'em. I even done some with gray hair!"

"Gray hair?" I said.

"Yeah gray hair! It's really something to climb in the saddle and look down at a horny gray haired old lady buck naked, spreading her legs and pumping her ass." 

I had to laugh. What a word picture Roger had painted! There was nothing like a cruise line to meet interesting people! I'm gonna have trouble getting that grey haired old lady image out of my head.

Doing a four-hour watch on the bridge after lunch, I thought about Joan's date with Roger this afternoon. That thick cock of Roger's was probably giving her pleasure at this very moment. I remembered her telling me about how a pussy has to squeeze down on something to make a really good orgasm. She probably figured that Roger's thick cock was easily worth $300.

It was 1700 hours when I left the bridge and headed for my quarters to get out of my uniform, shower, and get into something comfortable. Then I found Kirsten and reminded her that she was to meet Joan and me in the bar at 2000 hours. Joan had talked to her and she knew what we were gonna do.

When I arrived at the bar to meet Joan, she was at a table with two drinks in front of her – like last night. Her long blond hair was perfect. She had on yet another fashionable, expensive dress that did wonders for her figure. Just the right amount of cleavage to show off those big tits!

She was, as usual, ravishing! And she was sitting so as to give me a generous look at a lovely thigh. It's funny how a woman's thigh will turn you on, even when you've seen her naked.

"You're beautiful tonight," I said as I joined her.

"Thank you darling, you're not so bad yourself," she said with a broad smile.

"I understand you had an exciting afternoon," I said with a chuckle.

"He told you?"

"He asked me if it was okay before he did it," I said.

"Do you mind?" She asked with a touch of concern in her voice.

"I don't mind at all darling," I said. "Tomorrow is the last day of your cruise and it's your $300 and it's your pussy and pussy doesn't get used up. It's still there for me to use tonight."

"And that pussy will still be there for you to use for the next two weeks," Joan said with a triumphant smile.

"What have I missed?" I asked.

"I booked the two week Seabourn cruise that sails tomorrow night from Miami. We won't even get off the ship – and I got the Owner's Suite! Hubby may have to fly back from Barbados – he may have some business – but I'll be on board the whole two weeks," Joan said.

"And just how did this happen?" I asked.

"It's a long story."

"Then you better get started," I said with a chuckle.

"When I was walking back to my cabin this afternoon, I could feel Roger's fresh cum dripping out of my asshole. Obviously I didn't douche because Roger had fucked me in the ass. And Roger had pumped a really big load – his first of the day."

"I didn't get a chance to soak because hubby was there when I got back. My pussy and thighs were sticky and wet with Roger's cum and my beaver was soaking wet with cum. I mean, Lars, I was dripping cum. 

"Oh God!" I said. "Don't tell me!" 

"I'm telling you! Hubby was in the mood for pussy pie," Joan said, laughing.

"So when hubby chowed down, that pussy was not just freshly fucked, it was loaded as well?" I asked.

"Loaded and dripping," Joan said. "Like I told you, hubby's been eating a lot more pussy than usual on this cruise. Hubby can always tell that it's freshly fucked because after I fuck my big inner pussy lips hang down about two inches and they're engorged."

"But this time he could taste it and smell it too. That didn't stop him like that time four years ago when he asked me to douche. He just got down there with his face in my pussy and started licking – he had to taste the cum – but he kept on eating me out big time."

"Did he say anything?" I asked

Joan laughed that loud musical laugh.

"He said exactly three words! Let me ask you a question Lars. Does a black guy's cum taste different from a white guy's?"

"You're asking the wrong person, Joan. I'm not an authority on the taste of cum. You ought to be, though. You've swallowed enough."

"I've swallowed a hell of a lot and I can't tell the difference!" Joan said with a chuckle.

"Anyway he had to taste it and smell it," she continued. "I think hubby has figured out that I'm getting seriously fucked on this cruise. Well, he was eating pussy just like always, and after several minutes he looked up, rested his wet chin on my beaver, and asked me a simple three word question, 'Black or white?'"

"You know Lars, I always tell hubby the truth, and for sure my husband's entitled to know the color of the man whose cum he's eating out of me, so I gave him the answer, 'Black.' He nodded, spread my pussy wider, buried his wet face where Roger's cock had been a half hour earlier, and started sucking out the juice."

"And he cleaned me up – I mean he got it all. When he finished I was as clean as if I'd soaked in the tub! Including my thighs and asshole!"

"After his meal," Joan continued, "and it was a really heavy lunch, he jacked off with me tickling his balls. And after he squirted his juice and was in a very good mood I told him I had visited the Purser's Office and booked the next cruise."

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He just nodded and explained that he might have business the second week that he couldn't take care of on the net. He was not upset or concerned, in fact it seemed like he was glad. I think he's figured I'm getting properly fucked on this cruise and was gonna keep on getting it for another two weeks."

"He can't get it up and he knows how much I need it. We never talk about it but he let me know five years ago that I could fuck anybody I wanted to. Hubby loves me a lot and wants to be sure my pussy is well taken care of."

"And then," Joan continued, "Hubby did the strangest thing."

"What was that?" I asked.

"He walked over to my purse that was on the table. He opened it, took out my douche bag, and threw it in the wastebasket. You remember that's the douche bag he told me to use four years ago, after he tasted cum in my pussy."

"Well Joan, I think that means your hubby has learned to enjoy the taste of freshly fucked pussy. The French say 'au naturel' - I think that means in its natural juices. And baby, one of the natural juices in your pussy is cum. Your hubby seems to have learned to enjoy that taste."

Joan laughed. "I hope so because hubby's gonna be eating a lot of pussy au naturel on this cruise and a tongue in your pussy feels a hell of a lot better than the nozzle of a douche bag!"

She laughed and I lifted my glass in a toast. "To a loving husband."

Joan clinked her glass against mine and giggled.

Kirsten walked up to the table just then and asked, "Whose loving husband are we talking about?"

Joan smiled at her and said, "Mine of course. Yours is thousands of miles away."

I got up and helped Kirsten into her chair.

"What do you want to drink?" I asked.

"I ordered a martini as I passed the bar," she said.

"We have a few minutes before we go up to the suite," said Joan. "Kirsten, lets go over why you gotta do this ... this ... ah ... well, think of it as a training exercise – like a lifeboat drill. Tell Lars what you told me the guys said night before last while they were watching you blow Lieutenant Ryan Allen."

Kirsten stared down at the table in embarrassment. It helped that the waiter delivered her martini at that moment. 

When the waiter left Kirsten looked at Joan and said, "This is hard to talk about in front of Lars. He's like my ... my brother."

"I know," said Joan, "but you'll have to get used to it. You need Lars to help you."

"Okay," Kirsten said, taking a deep breath. "I was on my knees sucking off Ryan with three guys watching and making jokes about me. Ryan grabbed my head and humped his hips to drive his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and coughed. The three guys laughed and one of them said, 'Wait till she gets a big black one back on her tonsils.' And then they all laughed real loud."

"The bastards!" I said, trying to keep my voice down.

"Okay Kirsten, what do think that means?" Joan asked.

"Like we talked about, it means that some night they're gonna bring a black guy with a big dick and make me suck him off while they watch."

Joan nodded and asked, "And what are you gonna do when that happens?"

Kirsten looked down at the table again and paused. Finally she said, "I'm not sure."

Joan nodded and then asked, "And if they tell you they're gonna walk out and leave you all alone if you don't get down on your knees and suck that black cock?"

This time Kirsten mumbled something I couldn't understand, still staring down at her drink on the table.

"I didn't understand you Kirsten. Could you speak louder," Joan said. "Tell Lars."

Kirsten looked up directly at me. She had tears in her eyes.

"I'll probably get down on my knees and suck him off," she said softly.

Sitting there I realized that Joan was right about what whores would do to please guys.

Joan was not finished with her questions. "Okay Kirsten, what's gonna happen while you're on you knees blowing the black guy?"

Kirsten closed her eyes and said very softly, "They're gonna be making jokes and laughing at me especially when I choke."

Joan's questions continued. "And what happens after you blow the black guy?"

Kirsten was just sitting there with her eyes closed and answering Joan's questions in a toneless, expressionless, soft voice.

"He's gonna fuck me."

"And what will the boys be doing while you're getting fucked," Joan asked.

"They're gonna be laughing at me and telling me to pump my ass harder and calling me a whore and saying that whores like big black cocks and ... and ..."

"Okay. Now, Kirsten," Joan continued, "what's the black guy gonna do to you before the night is over while the boys are laughing and encouraging him to do it harder."

"He's gonna fuck me in the ass and I'm gonna scream and maybe bleed."

"Now Kirsten, next to last question," Joan said. "Why are you gonna do all of this with the boys laughing at you?"

Eyes still closed, voice unchanged, Kirsten said, "Because I want these guys to like me and be my friends."

"Friends!" I said so loudly that people in the bar turned to look at us.

Joan gave me the shush sign and said, "Lars keep your voice down."

Then she turned back to Kirsten. "Okay, honey, now the last question. What do you have to do now – starting tonight?"

"I gotta learn about black dicks and start loosening up my asshole," she said.

Then she opened her eyes, picked up her martini, and drank the whole thing in one gulp.

Kirsten turned to Joan. "You told me before when I asked, but tell me again. How the hell do YOU deal with all this stuff?"

"It's simple Kirsten. I'm overweight. I'm menopausal. I'm taking hormones. I'm horny as hell. And I'm a whore who needs to get fucked – not wants to get fucked, honey, but NEEDS to get fucked. So I do what ever I have to do to keep guys happy so I can get laid."

Kirsten nodded and with a deep sigh said, "I'll learn to do what I have to do."

Joan said, "That's right. You'll learn. Let's go upstairs for your first lesson."

Roger had set up the room for us with wine and cheese and soft music. I poured three glasses of wine and we walked out on the veranda into the soft moonlight, sipping our wine and listening to the sound of the sea rushing by.

I was worried about Kirsten. She looked worried and frightened.

Joan raised her glass in a toast saying, "Here's to black cocks."

Then she laughed, that loud musical laugh, and said, "And Kirsten, you'll discover that they're just like white cocks. Come on honey! Laugh! You're gonna learn a lot tonight about black cocks and about white men. Maybe more than you want to know about white men baby – but you need to know it."

Kirsten wasn't ready to laugh yet. She just sipped her wine slowly. It was a quiet ten minutes, but when the wine was finished Joan took over.

"Okay folks, lets get inside and strip down. Kirsten I want us naked when Roger arrives. Then you and me are gonna strip HIM down. And, honey, when we do, your eyes are gonna bug out. The first time you see that cock you're gonna get scared, but once you learn what to do with it you're gonna be in complete control."

We went inside and the girls started to undress. I started to sit down but Joan took my arm and moved me away from the couch.

"You gotta get naked too Lars. I wanna watch your dick. It'll tell me how I'm doing. Sorta like a thermometer – it'll let me know how hot I am."

We stripped. The girls had on sexy spike heels, hose, and garter belts.

"Hey Kirsten, that's a nice outfit. Very sexy."

I wasn't looking at the outfits so much as that pair of thick, hairy beavers, both of which I had eaten and fucked and both of which I planned to eat and fuck a good deal more.

I walked across the room to get the Sauvignon blanc and poured more wine for the three of us. We sat on the couch, naked, sipping wine and finishing off the French Camembert that Roger had set out for us. My dick was laying there flaccid and floppy and useless.

There was a soft knock on the door, Roger's coded knock, and Kirsten tensed and sat up straight. She was scared - real scared.

Joan squeezed her hand. "Don't worry Kirsten. It will be all right. Just watch what I do and remember it. You've got a lot to learn."

Joan got up and I watched a repeat performance of last night. Lights up on high, shoulders back and stomach in and then she opened the door wide.

A smiling, naked Joan said, "Come in Roger! It's good to see you again so soon. You've had a long eight hour rest so that thick thing should perform again."

She was laughing hard enough to make her tits jiggle and simply bubbling with enthusiasm. I could feel Kirsten's tension starting to build even higher as she stared at Roger. 

Joan pulled Roger into the room, relieved him of the wine and cheese, and moved him over in front of the full length mirror that had turned him on so much last night. He grinned because he was gonna get to look in that mirror and watch another white woman get down on her knees and suck his dick.

"Come over here Kirsten and meet Roger."

"Roger this is Kirsten. She's a ship's officer and I'm gonna teach her how to suck you off but you can't tell anybody about it. Understand?"

Roger nodded and his eyes took in Kirsten's body as she walked across the room and joined Joan and him under the bright ceiling light. Kirsten's tits jiggled and stood out prominently with only a slight sag and her belly did not pooch out as much as Joan's. Both gals, of course, had fantastic legs emphasized by their spike heels and hose.

Roger's eyes froze on that hairy pussy for an eternity, then, they moved up and studied her tits. The last thing he looked at was her face. Clearly, it was white pussies, not white faces that interested him most.

I was proud of Kirsten. She walked across the room stark naked like a uniformed cruise ship hostess and gave Roger a big smile, just like she gave to welcome our passengers. She was scared, but her voice was strong and friendly.

"Hello Roger. It's nice to meet you. Joan has told me so much about you."

Then the girls started to strip Roger down. The last thing that came off was his shorts, and there it was. That thick cock, which Kirsten had heard so much about, sprung up in the air and almost pointed at the ceiling. Kirsten's eyes got as big as saucers.

"Well gal, don't just look at it – grab it and stroke it!" Joan said to Kirsten.

Kirsten reached out and took it in her hand. For a moment she lost her composure as she felt how thick it was. A look of fear crossed her face and I knew her mind was going back to what Joan had told her about having that thing shoved up her ass.

Joan saw in her face that she was losing it and quickly said, "Okay baby. Get down on your knees and look up at what Roger does to me. Watch my face."

"All right Roger," Joan said, "Show Kirsten how you get a gal in the proper position to deliver a blowjob."

Roger placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down to a kneeling position with her face only inches away from his cock. There was a look of fear on Joan's face. Kirsten watched as if hypnotized. 

"Make it look like he's forcing you to your knees Kirsten. And look like you're afraid of what he's gonna make you do. Look scared. Guys like to see you scared. It turns 'em on. Look over at Lars. He's already getting a hard on."

I looked down at myself. Shit! My dick WAS getting hard. That's what Joan meant about me being her thermometer. Kirsten looked over at me and giggled. Maybe she was starting to control her fear.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 05



"Okay Kirsten, this is an uncircumcised cock. Fags like 'em because they taste better under the foreskin, but that doesn't matter to me. Now the first thing you do is grab that cock in your right hand and shove your tongue under his foreskin, then run it around the head of his dick. Watch me do it and then you try it."

Roger's head went back and he took a sudden breath when Joan started on his cock. I remembered how fast she brought him off last night. He quickly turned to look at their image in the mirror. When Joan let go of Roger's dick, Kirsten took over and repeated Joan's maneuvers.

"That's right Kirsten. You're doing it right. Have you ever sucked an uncircumcised cock?"

Kirsten shook her head no, wagging Roger's dick, which was still in her mouth.

"Okay, you'll learn," said Joan. "Remember to get your tongue up under a guy's foreskin – that's the most sensitive part of an uncircumcised cock."

"And remember to keep playing with his balls. His balls are important not just because playing with them turns him on; what's more important is that his balls tell you when he's about to cum. If you got hold of them you'll feel 'em lift up high in his scrotum just before he pumps his load. If they're hanging down, and you watch 'em, you'll see 'em lift up right before he cums. Got that?"

Kirsten took Roger's dick out of her mouth and nodded. She looked a bit less frightened than before.

"How many guys have you sucked off?" Joan asked.

Kirsten looked embarrassed and turned to look at me, and then she looked up at Roger. Finally, she shrugged, looked at Joan, and said very softly, "Six."

"You know how to milk 'em down after they cum?"

Kirsten shook her head no.

"I'll show you. It's important to milk 'em down. I don't think it feels special to the guy, but it's a really big turn on for guys watching you do it. Guys think you want to get every last drop of cum because you like the taste."

She was right. I remembered that last night I had pumped a load on my belly watching Joan milk Roger down.

"Make a little ceremony after the guy's pumped his load into your mouth. Make it special because guys like to watch a gal with cum in her mouth. Spill a little on your chin if you can. That really turns 'em on. Watch me, but remember after he cums his dick's gonna be getting soft as you take it out of your mouth."

Joan moved into position and opening her mouth wide she took a generous portion of that thick dick deep into her throat. Then using her thumb and forefinger as she had done last night, she milked him down. Then she pretended to swallow and smile.

"Always remember that after you milk 'em down you always open your mouth and let the guy see his cum in your mouth. Then take a couple of big swallows and lick your lips. Then smile and tell him how good it tastes. Guys are dumb – they think gals like the taste of cum and it turns 'em on."

"Okay, Kirsten, YOU try that."

On her knees in front of Roger, Joan watched as Kirsten repeated her movements. Kirsten was loosing her tension and fear as Joan explained her technique. She seemed more relaxed.

"That's exactly what I want you to do baby. You learn fast. You're gonna be a smart whore. Okay another tip that makes a big difference. This is really important. Take that dick as deep in your mouth as you can."

Kirsten began taking more and more of that thick dick into her throat. When she had taken as much as she could, Joan put her hand on the back of Kirsten's head and pushed hard. Kirsten gagged and pulling her head back she started to cough.

"Jesus," said Kirsten, choking and coughing. "Why did you do that?"

"Because GUYS are gonna do that. Your young stud already did that. Right? They like to see a bitch gag."

Turning to me she said, "Isn't that right Lars. YOU have done that to watch a bitch gag haven't you?"

I was sitting there with a hard on and feeling like a bastard remembering all the things I had done to women. The least I could do was tell the truth. I nodded my head slowly as Kirsten watched me. She took a deep breath and shuddered in disgust.

"Okay baby here's the way you deal with that. Lars get me my purse."

I got up from the couch, embarrassed because my dick looked so small compared to Roger's. I brought Joan her purse and she opened it and took out a small spray bottle that looked like perfume. Holding it up she showed it to Kirsten.

"Looks harmless, right? Open your mouth wide. Don't argue, just do it. Wider!"

Kirsten opened her mouth wide and Joan sprayed the back of her throat with a half dozen sprays of a clear liquid from the bottle.

"Now swallow a few times. Lets wait a few seconds. Keep playing with his balls to keep his dick hard."

After half a minute Joan said, "Okay take his dick as deep as you can in your throat. That's it. Deeper. A little deeper."

Then she put her hand on the back of Kirsten's head and pushed her deeper still. Kirsten did not gag. I could tell Roger's dick was at the back of Kirsten's throat. Kirsten moved her head back and Roger's dick slipped out of her mouth.

"Wow," Kirsten said. "What the hell is that stuff? I didn't gag at all and I felt his cock way back past my tonsils."

"This stuff is cocaine, dissolved in water and put in an old perfume spray bottle. It will numb your throat for over an hour. It's not perfect but it works wonders when guys want you to deep throat or when they shove their dicks in hard to make you gag."

"Always use it before you suck a strange cock – black or white. You never know when some bastard is gonna do what bastards always do sooner or later. I used it last night before I sucked off Roger."

"Jesus," said Kirsten. "You gotta show me how to mix that stuff. That's great!"

"But you gotta remember to gag. Or PRETEND to gag – that is. That's very important because all guys are bastards – they wanna watch a bitch gag when a big dick goes down her throat. It turns 'em on."

She looked back at me. "Isn't that right Lars?"

I was now feeling like a genuine bastard. I nodded and Kirsten made another one of those faces indicating her disgust with men. Joan was right: Kirsten was learning more about white men than she really wanted to know. Feeling so guilty was making me lose my hard on.

"Okay," Joan said. "That's enough talking for now. Time to suck him off. Roger's had that hard on for half an hour and his balls are probably starting to ache. But, after what he's been through, he'll cum fast if you give him a good blowjob. Okay baby, do the deed and remember what I taught you."

"And Roger you can feel her up first if you want to, but when she starts sucking your dick put a hand on the back of her head to show her the rhythm you like."

Kirsten stood up and faced Roger. I think he had wanted to feel that body since he first saw her naked. He reached out and squeezed the soft flesh on her hips, reached around and cupped her ass, and then moved his hands up and played with her tits, bouncing them. They were not nearly as floppy as Joan's.

She just stood there, looking helpless and afraid, and let Roger play with her body as much as he wanted – black hands on white flesh. He turned and looked at their image in the mirror as he bounced her tits and her nipples came erect.

Finally, he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees. She looked terrified. I hoped she was acting. Then she crawled up facing Roger's hard cock and, grabbing it with her right hand, she thrust her tongue under his foreskin and began the circular movements Joan had taught her.

Roger turned and looked in the mirror. He'd often been paid by young ship's officers to do this for their entertainment and it always made him horny as hell. Watching a white woman on her knees giving him a blowjob always turned him on big time.

When she gobbled a generous portion of that thick thing down her throat and started sucking him off, Roger couldn't take his eyes off that black on white image in the mirror. He put a hand behind her head to show her the rhythm he liked. Then he started humping his dick in and out of her mouth and looking at the mirror.

Kirsten was a sloppy cocksucker – you could hear the wet slurpy sounds her mouth made as she picked up his rhythm and sucked him off. She was working hard, with her right hand on his hip helping him hump and her left tickling his balls. But Roger had been building up that load while two naked white ladies had been playing with his dick for half an hour and it didn't take him long to pump it.

Kirsten took his load a lot deeper than she ever took mine and she didn't gag. When he started to cum she started to swallow that hot sticky liquid without any sign of gagging and when he finished pumping his load she held his dick deep in her mouth, probably resting on her soft fleshy tonsils. That cocaine had done its work!

Then, as Joan had taught her, she milked him down, looked up at Roger with her mouth open, showing him a big puddle of creamy, white cum shining in the bright ceiling light. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed his cum, and delivered a big wide smile, just like she was welcoming a new passenger aboard our ship.

"Damn Roger, that tasted good!" Kirsten said, licking her lips.

When she licked her lips I saw a creamy drop of cum on her chin.

With a vulgar grin, she wiped her chin ostentatiously with the back of her hand. Then she laughed and looked up at Roger, whose thick cock was now getting soft and drooping down.

She looked very happy. It was no act. I could see it on her face. She was genuinely happy about her success. She knew now, that she could blow the biggest nigger those bastards matched her up with. And she could pretend to choke when the time came, to give 'em a thrill. Guys were assholes but she was learning how to handle assholes.

"Well done!" Joan said, clapping her hands. "You're getting to be a first rate whore! But you're gonna have to blow him a few more times to be sure of yourself. You won't mind that will you Roger?"

Shaking his head Roger laughed and said, "I won't mind at all."

Looking down at Kirsten on her knees he said, "You can suck me off any time you want to Miss Kirsten."

"Okay," said Joan, "we're through the first part of the lesson. Now a demonstration and I'll do it. Kirsten you watch and you learn. How're you doing Roger? Do you need a rest?"

"Maybe a couple of minutes Miss Joan. And I could use a shot of whisky."

I got up from the couch and poured a generous shot of Knob Creek from a pocket flask. As I handed it to Roger I couldn't help noticing once again the difference in size between his dick and mine. He was bigger soft than I was hard! My dick started to droop.

Roger downed his drink and smiled. "I'm ready, he said."

Joan pulled Roger down on the floor with her and began to massage his balls. Then she sucked his cock till he was nice and hard. 

"Okay Roger, fuck me. And Kirsten you watch. Once he gets started, I'm gonna move his dick back to my asshole and show you what you can do when you're stretched out and relaxed enough to butt-fuck."

Kirsten moved close and watched Roger fuck Joan. Then, as she had done last night Joan reached down and grabbed Roger's cock and lifted her ass higher and shoved his cock into her asshole. His cock was lubricated by her pussy juices and slipped in easily. 

"Now watch my asshole Kirsten. We're right under that ceiling light. Watch it contract tight on his cock, then relax and let him slip in, and then tighten up again as he pulls back? I can make it as tight as he likes."

"Oh Jesus," said Roger starting to grunt and fuck harder.

"Look quickly because I can't do this for more than a minute. He likes my asshole so much when I contract those muscles that it drives him wild. This afternoon he took only about three minutes to pump a big load up my ass."

"The main thing is to learn to contract your rectal muscles rhythmically. Okay Roger – that's enough. Pull that damn thing out before you cum. You can do me later."

Roger reluctantly removed his cock from Joan's asshole.

"See how easy I take it? Your asshole will stretch out just like mine and then you can use your rectal muscles to make it good for the guys who like it that way."

"Roger likes it that way Don't you Roger?"

Roger nodded and grinned.

"You gotta practice tightening and loosening your asshole to make those muscles strong. Use your vibrator for that."

"But the guys don't want to see a black guy do you missionary. They want to see something else."

"Roger, you've done a white bitch for guys haven't you?"

Roger nodded. "Yes mam. A lot a times."

"Okay Roger, pretend you're getting $400 from 4 guys who wanna watch you do me. Do me like you would if I was some bitch they picked up in the ship's bar. Do me like you never saw me before."

She hands Roger a tube of Vaseline and he begins to slowly lubricate his dick, leering at Joan as he strokes it. Watching him do that I realized that his thick dick must look very menacing to a gal who's never been butt-fucked.

"Okay baby," Roger said. "This might hurt a little bit at first but you're gonna really enjoy it after I get started."

Roger bends Joan over to do her doggie. Joan has a look of sheer terror on her face. He places the head of his dick on her anus, he holds it there for a few seconds, and then suddenly and brutally shoves it in deep.

Joan screams loudly. "Oh my God. No! Please no!"

Roger quickly pulls his dick out.

"I'm sorry – I'm sorry Miss Joan. I thought ..."

"You didn't hurt me Roger," Joan laughs. "I was showing Kirsten how to act when her asshole gets loose enough to butt-fuck. Okay do me again – from the start."

Roger did it again complete with the menacing leer, the "after I get started" speech, and the brutal penetration.

Joan screams and starts begging him to stop. But her cries gradually get weaker and softer till she is taking him silently. Joan lets him fuck her ass a little more. Then she starts to softly pump her ass and encourage him in a soft voice to do it harder. Finally she starts begging him to fuck her harder in a loud voice.

Then Joan takes Roger's cock out of her ass and stands up next to Kirsten.

I had to admit I was turned on watching, even when I knew she was acting. My hard on was sticking up in my lap and throbbing.

Joan looks over at me and taps Kirsten's shoulder. "Look over at Lars. He's got a throbbing hard on. He enjoyed watching that. Guys always like to watch that."

Kirsten looked at me and made that face again.

"Remember, your screams gradually change from pain to pleasure," Joan said, "and then you beg for it. And I didn't do it just now because Roger was about to cum, but you gotta always fake an orgasm. Guys are dumb – most of them can't tell a fake orgasm from a real one."

"Now Kirsten you KNOW that's NEVER gonna happen to ANY woman. No woman will EVER behave that way! But guys are dumb. You saw Lars just now get a hard on. They like to think a big one up the ass turns a woman on."

"Actually, as you will find out all too soon, women get no pleasure at all from butt-fucking because it doesn't stimulate their clit. They butt-fuck to turn on guys who are watching them take it up the ass." 

She reached over and shook Roger's firm erection playfully and said, "Or maybe as a special treat for a guy who likes a tight asshole."

Joan laughed as she held Roger's cock. "Feel of this thing Kirsten. Damn, that's beautiful. Isn't it?"

Kirsten laughed with her and reached over and tried once again to get her hand all the way around that thick cock. She couldn't come close to doing that and she giggled.

"You've learned how to suck him off - nothing to be afraid of. Right?" said Joan. "Next you're gonna learn to take this thing up your ass. And when you learn how, you'll see that's no sweat either."

Kirsten looked down at that thick, hard cock with a smile on her face but no sign of fear. She gave it a couple of affectionate squeezes and then started stroking it slowly. She kept sliding his thick, black foreskin up to reveal the bulbous head and then pulling it back down again. 

"But you gotta learn to butt-fuck," said Joan. "Sometimes I butt-fuck for a couple of guys to watch and they get so horny they'll pound my pussy for several nights in a row."

Then Joan looked off into space and said to no one in particular, "Guys are just like that. They're dumb. But you can love 'em all the same. And you need 'em – I mean you really do need 'em. And you can get real lonely without 'em." 

She paused in silent thought, then said, "Okay Kirsten, it's my turn to have fun. Stop playing with that big dick and get over on the couch."

"Lars I want you to get started on her asshole with that little vibrator - the smallest one in my purse. Lube her up good with Vaseline and be gentle."

Then she turned to Roger and said, "I'm ready to fuck now. Do me like you did me this afternoon and after I cum, my asshole is all yours."

Kirsten came over to me smiling, almost laughing.

"That's the biggest dick I ever saw, but after you learn how to suck it there's nothing to be afraid of," she said. "It's just that you gotta know how! Then it's fun because you're in control."

She sat down next to me and said softly, "Thank you Lars, for helping me learn."

Kirsten leaned over and kissed me sweetly on the lips. I could smell Roger's cum on her lips and chin.

"Joan told me you jacked off and squirted cum on your belly when you watched her suck off Roger," Kirsten said. "You squirted the minute she milked the cum out of his cock into her mouth. Did you do that?"

I was suddenly embarrassed. "Well yes I did," I said. "I couldn't help it – it's such a turn on when the last drops of that creamy stuff drip out of that big black dick and into her mouth".

"Is it because he's black?"

"I think so, but I don't understand why I feel that way," I said.

Kirsten reached over and started to stroke my cock. "Joan was just acting and you know she doesn't really like the taste of cum, but you're getting a hard on just talking about it, aren't you? That's really funny."

I chuckled and nodded because it was all so true. Men were kinda silly about some things.

Then I watched a repeat of last night's performance with Kirsten sitting next to me, a small vibrator buzzing up her ass. Roger pounded Joan deep and hard. I could hear their bodies slap together and see his balls slap her in the ass with each thrust. 

She was lifting up so that her hard, oversized clitoris was rubbing against his thick cock and that clit was taking the impact of his pubic bone when their bodies slammed together. Damn! That was one tough clit!

After a minute or so she started to grunt obscenely and I knew it would not be long before she started to tremble as her pussy contracted rhythmically. Suddenly she started to cum, violently as she always did, with loud grunts and moans, and it was a good long orgasm. Roger kept on pounding her steadily as she lay panting, legs relaxed and spread out wide, resting after her ecstasy.

Then she opened her eyes and looked up at his sweating face with a smile.

"Thank you, Roger. That felt real good. Now it's your turn," she said. 

He kept fucking her pussy and she reached down between her legs and moved that fat cock back to her asshole. 

"Okay Roger, pound that asshole the way you like. It's all yours."

"Oh Jesus that's good," Roger said.

Roger began pounding away harder, grunting, as I had seen him do before. I couldn't see from my angle but I knew she was working her rectal muscles hard and fast to increase his pleasure. He was so horny from his night's work that he lasted only a couple of minutes. Kirsten watched the whole thing with fascination.

This was the second time Roger had fucked Joan today. She couldn't seem to get enough. Damn! I thought, he's a better fuck than I am. She'd never tell me that, of course, but when that big pussy wraps itself around that thick log and squeezes hard, Joan is getting what only a fat cock can give her. 




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 05



Roger and Joan rested a while under the bright ceiling light. Then Joan got up and turned the lights down low and Roger dressed.

He came over to Kirsten and me smiling. "Thank you Captain. Thank you very much. Miss Joan is really good pussy! I'll do her for you any time you want to watch." 

"Thank you Roger, for that thick log of yours," I said. "We'll need it again tomorrow night."

Roger turned and smiled at Kirsten. "And Miss Kirsten, you did it real good. You can suck me off any time you want to."

Kirsten gave him her brightest, cruise line hostess smile and said, "Roger, I'm gonna keep sucking you off till I learn to do you as good as Joan does."

Roger walked over to the door and left.

Kirsten had been on the couch with me, the small vibrator buzzing in her asshole. I reached down and took hold of it. She was tight to start with but was relaxing and loosening up now. June brought me the regular sized vibrator form her purse and I shoved it up Kirsten's ass. She took it without any pain and I held it vibrating there.

Joan came over and took the vibrator from me and shoved it more vigorously in and out of Kirsten's ass.

"How does that feel baby?" Joan asked Kristen. "Can you take his dick?"

"I think so," Kirsten said weakly.

"Okay Lars, roll her over and butt-fuck her."

"On the couch?" I asked.

"No dammit," Joan said, "on the floor!"

Joan sucked my cock to get me hard, then, lubricated me generously with Vaseline.

Kirsten moved to the floor on her knees and bent over to take me doggie. Her asshole was well lubricated and loose from the vibrator and my dick was thick with Vaseline.

I put the head of my dick on her anus and pushed as gently as I could. I felt her anal sphincter start to yield slowly and then suddenly it opened wide and I was in her rectum deep.

"Ahh ... oh ... damn that hurts," Kirsten said. "You're bigger than that damn vibrator!"

Joan talked softly to her. "Kirsten you gotta relax! That's the main thing. His dick's not bigger than the vibrator you just had up your ass. It just seems that way because you're not relaxing your asshole. Bear down! Relax dammit!"

"And Lars," Joan said. "Fuck her easy at first and then do it a little harder. We'll get her used to butt-fucking in a few days."

"Oh Jesus it hurts," Kirsten said.

"I know, but if you bear down just like you're having a baby it won't hurt," said Joan. "You'll stretch out. That's what assholes do. Lars has a regular sized dick. Just imagine taking Roger's thick cock up your ass."

"I couldn't take that," said Kirsten, panting hard from her exertions.

"Just keep fucking her Lars. Fuck her but don't cum," Joan said.

I kept shoving my cock up Kirsten's ass and after several more minutes she seemed to relax.

"Does that feel better Kirsten?" Joan asked.

"Yeah it does," Kirsten said. "You're right I just have to relax more. When I bear down it helps relax. It feels okay now."

I fucked her steadily for about ten minutes, under Joan's supervision, and she got good and loose and had no pain.

"Okay Lars, fuck her and cum," said Joan.

"Kirsten, Lars is gonna be fuckin you like a guy usually does. It'll be harder when he works to cum. But it will be okay if you're relaxed. Just bear down and keep your asshole relaxed."

"Okay Lars, pound that asshole just like you'd pound a whore."

I started pumping her asshole. I had to admit that it felt good. It was tight and very smooth. Of course it was a virgin asshole. The more I fucked her the more she seemed to relax and take it. I got a tingle in my balls and I started to fuck her harder.

I forgot it was Kirsten and imagined she was some whore I had picked up in the ship's bar. I reached around and started playing with her tits. I was fuckin her hard now.

Then I felt my balls lift up in my scrotum and I started pumping my load into that virgin asshole. Kirsten took it without complaint. I laid there panting and resting, and thinking I'm gonna be butt-fuckin Kirsten a lot.

Kirsten rolled over and said, "It's not fun getting fucked in the ass. But after I got relaxed it didn't hurt. Jesus! I just lost my cherry! I lost my cherry and I'm forty-eight years old!"

"There you see," said Joan. "There's nothing to it. Now remember, you don't have to pretend with Lars, but with other guys you got to pretend that you like it to keep 'em happy. Try to time your fake orgasm to just before they cum. That makes it better for 'em."

"Now Kirsten, I want Lars to fuck you in the ass at least once a day to get that damn thing loose! I've got an oversized vibrator and I want you to start using it twice a day to stretch yourself out more. Do it gently at first. We don't want to tear that damn thing – we just wanna stretch it out."

"Will that work?" Kirsten asked.

"It will work if you learn to bear down more and relax," said Joan. "Remember what Roger's cock felt like in your hand? My oversized vibrator start's out normal size at the end but builds up to be as thick as Roger's cock. When you learn to take that thing up your ass and it's comfortable you'll be ready for the thickest dicks you'll ever see."

"It'll take about a week. Guys like to think they're stretching out your asshole and it does stretch out a little but mainly it's you learning to relax and not being afraid. When you get scared your asshole tightens up and that's when a dick hurts like hell. It can even make you bleed."

"Now honey," Joan continued, "you gotta start fucking Roger. He'll fuck you free – he charges me $300 unless Lars wants to watch. Keep using that oversized vibrator up your ass. Then when the time is right we'll get Roger to fuck you in the ass real gentle like."

Kirsten looked shocked. "You pay Roger $300 to fuck you? Why?"

"Remember what I said about needing to get fucked honey! Before this week, I hadn't been fucked for three months. Think about it. THREE MONTHS!"

"When you got a peter-hungry pussy you pay to feed it. You pay with dollars or you pay by doing what you need to do to get fucked. That's why you gotta learn about black dicks and cocaine spray and butt-fucking."

"Jesus, you paid for it!" said Kirsten. "Am I gonna get like that?"

Joan sighed. "Honey, you're already like that! You paid for it three nights ago when you got down on your knees in full dress uniform and sucked a cock to entertain a bunch of horny guys who were laughing at you."



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 06



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck till she got real horny in her late forties. 

I've been working on cruise ships since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

Kirsten is also fuckin a young stud - a twenty-four year old Lieutenant and lately she's been fuckin some of his buddies too. She kept that pussy private for twenty years but now it looks like she's taking it public. She's having a lot of fun with these young studs but she got scared when they started talking about wanting to watch a black guy do her. She asked for my help. I'm helping her and so is my new girlfriend, Joan. 

I met Joan on the last cruise. She's a damn good fuck, and when I shared her with a black steward Roger, I discovered that she likes black on white as much as I do. So Joan is helping Kirsten learn about black guys so she can deal with those young studs that want to watch a black dude do her. And after a couple of lessons, Joan says all Kirsten needs is practice. Joan was having so much fun she's not getting off in Miami. She's staying on for another cruise.

Today is the last day of this cruise. We're in Miami where we'll turn around and go out on another cruise for two weeks. Unloading and loading passengers and refueling and loading supplies in just a few hours is always a lot of work. So I have a big day ahead.

And, as if I didn't have enough to do turning the ship around in Miami, I get a message to see the Captain as soon as I'm free. I told Commander Ward to take over supervising the refueling and headed off to see the Captain.

"We have a problem," the Captain said as I entered his office. "And I'm gonna dump it in your lap."

I laughed. "So what else is new?"

"I'm sorry Lars. I really am, but there's a lot at stake here. Have a seat and I'll explain."

I sat down in a comfortable leather chair across from his desk. The Captain and I are very good friends and he has a lot of confidence in my work. He pulled a file from his desk drawer, removed a picture from it, and handed it to me.

It was a distinguished, gray haired lady, elegantly dressed, posing in front of a sign reading "Seabourn Cruise Lines." At the bottom of the picture there was a label reading "Miss Sheila Nunn, Chief Financial Officer."

"You're looking at a picture of the biggest bitch in our company," the Captain said. "She's just informed me that she will be joining us on this cruise. She didn't ask, she didn't schedule, she just called an hour ago and told me to get her accommodations ready. She's on her way. I'm putting her in the Seabourn Suite."

I chuckled at how upset the Captain was. "So she's a bitch. So what's the big deal? We've had important corporate people on board before and no sweat."

"The big deal is that sometimes ship's officers have lost their jobs because they pissed her off! I've met her and she's a real bitch! She's always unhappy about something. If it's not the food then it's the service or the way her drink is mixed – always something!"

"Well," I said, "all we can do is our best. We'll just try harder!"

"I have no idea why she picked MY ship," the Captain said obviously agitated.

"Maybe she liked the sound of the name," I said laughing. "Women are like that."

"It's not funny, dammit! She's not some flighty female. She's sixty-five years old. She handles the corporate money and the CEO and the board all respect her because she's tough. I want you to transfer all your duties to Commander Ward and look after her personally. Is that clear? Anything she wants she gets!"

"Yes sir, very clear. I'll do my best sir," I said, realizing how serious, even frightened, the Captain was.

My first job was to inspect the Seabourn suite. Our hotel crew always did an excellent job but if this bitch was picky I'd better check out every detail myself. I called Kirsten to alert her. As head of Passenger Relations she would be at the top of the hit list if Miss Nunn was unhappy.

Kirsten met me at the Seabourn suite and we checked it out together. It was spotless. We ordered it stocked with our top wines, cordials, and liquors. Then we alerted the hotel manager and he passed the word down the line to his people.

"We're as ready as we can ever be for the Nun," said Kirsten laughing.

"Dammit Kirsten don't call her that," I said. "Other people will hear you and start calling her that and then she'll hear somebody say it and all hell will break loose. Always call her Miss Nunn!"

Kirsten laughed. "Sorry baby. I feel bad that you're the one who has to wine and dine the bitch but as they say 'Rank hath its privileges.'"

"It's not funny," I said and my phone buzzed in my pocket as I said it.

Kirsten heard it and said, "Your lady must have arrived."

She was here! I hurried to his office and the Captain introduced me to Miss Sheila Nunn. I had the distinct impression that he dumped her in my lap as quickly as possible. Silver grey hair, expensive designer dress, excellent figure, she stood there not smiling with a demanding look on her face. 

I escorted her, and the three men carrying her luggage, to her suite and stood by silently as she inspected every inch of it in minute detail. Kirsten and I had not wasted the hour we spent checking it out ourselves.

Finally, Miss Nunn looked in the liquor cabinet and shook her head in disgust.

"I drink Aberfeldy," she said.

I immediately called Commander Ward and told him to send an officer ashore to buy a case and the older the better, wondering where the hell will he find a pricy single malt at the port of Miami. That was his problem, not mine. The Nun had heard me give the order. I caught myself thinking "NUN" and quickly made a resolution never even to think the Nun word again.

I said apologetically, "Aberfeldy is not on our regular list of high end Scotch whiskies. However, we do have Balvenie."

"Don't say Scotch whiskies, they're single malts!" She said arrogantly

"Yes mam."

"Aberfeldy should be on your list," said the Nun. "Seabourn is top of the line – no better cruise ships afloat. And Aberfeldy has a honey taste that you don't get with Balvenie"

I offered her a Macallan 12 neat and she tasted it. "It will do, I guess."

There was no other way to say it! The Nun was a bitch!

I picked up the Knob Creek. 

"May I?" I asked

"Of course," she said.

But her tone of voice seemed to indicate that she viewed me as a waiter. I was a four striper, entitled to be called "Captain," even though I was not THE Captain of the ship. And she was treating me like a waiter. The bitch!

She was pissing me off! That was nothing special. According to the Captain she pissed everybody off. She sat there arrogantly looking like a queen with her exquisitely coiffured silver gray hair. She seemed to look down her nose at the world.

I looked her over as we sipped our drinks. Her figure was not bad for a sixty-five year old broad – nice tits although she dressed to minimize their size, narrow waist and good hips. But her legs were her best feature – far more shapely than I would expect for her age.

She knew her legs were good, I thought, because she's wearing three-inch heels like a much younger woman. However, she has on dark hose! I'll bet you can see some blue veins in those legs when she's naked.

Jesus! Naked? What put that thought into my head? My mind immediately flashed back to Roger, a black steward from Barbados, telling me about older ladies who tipped him big for "special service," and then that word picture he had painted flashed into my head in vivid color.

Roger had said, "It's really something to climb in the saddle and look down at a horny gray haired old lady buck naked, spreading her legs and pumping her ass."

It was impossible to avoid thinking about the Nun in exactly that position. I tried not to smile.

She was saying something and my musings almost made me miss it.

"... and when I read the senator's letter I was impressed."

Shit! What did she say? The senator's letter? What the hell did that mean? Oh shit! It's gotta be Senator Walter Barnes. He said he was gonna write a letter of recommendation for me to the company. He was big – a letter from him would have gotten to top management.

"Senator Walter Barnes?" I said haltingly.

"Yes," the Nun smiled. "You met his wife Caryl, I believe."

"Yes mam, I ... I met her." 

Met her? I thought. Hell! I fucked her for the better part of a week. That was the Nun's first smile. Oh shit where is this going?

"After I read the Senator's letter, I called Caryl. We have been close friends for years. She told me that you showed her a really wonderful time when she was on board," said the Nun, again smiling.

Oh shit! I think I know where this is going.

"That's why I decided to take this particular ship. So you could show me as good a time as you showed Caryl."

The Nun was still smiling. She hadn't smiled since she got on the ship. Yeah, maybe I can be SURE where this is going.

I sat there wondering whether the Nun was gonna want to fuck, like Caryl. And if she did how the hell do I bring up the subject. I remembered Roger's comment about horny gray-haired ladies. My mind was racing. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the Nun's loud voice.

"You're not listening to me," she said angrily.

"I'm sorry Miss Nunn. I ... I ... I was thinking."

"What about?" There was anger in her voice and a frown on her face

"About ... about ... well, I was remembering Caryl."

A big, broad smile lit up her face. "When I tell Caryl that you remembered her like that, she'll be so happy. She'll be happy to realize that she left you feeling so good about her. Now Captain we need to talk frankly. Caryl said you were very discrete."

Here it comes I thought. I'm gonna find out if she wants to fuck. And if she wants to fuck I'm gonna have to fuck her – gray hair, blue veined thighs, wrinkles and all!

"Senator Barnes, you know, has to be very discrete. One mistake and his reputation could be destroyed. The National Inquirer loves to expose people like him. He pays a very high price for his discretion – Caryl said she told you that."

I immediately remembered that he dared not enjoy the young pussy he had paid for before he became famous. He jacked off a lot with Caryl tickling his balls and whispering in his ear about teenage girls. Jesus! Does the Nun know that? My God!

"But he's very thoughtful regarding Caryl," she continued. "Because he loves her deeply. If she's careful – and I mean VERY careful – then she can ... she can ... well I think you know what I mean. You showed her a very enjoyable time on this ship and she told Walter – the senator I mean – all of the details and he was very grateful to you for your services."

"Yes mam," I said. My services? Shit! I was servicing his wife for him and the bitch was wearing me out! Caryl probably told her all the lurid details.

"Don't call me 'mam' when we're alone - only when someone else is present. Call me Miss Nunn in front of others and I'll call you Captain. When we're alone I'll call you Lars and you call me Sheila or ... well, when we get to know each other better call me ... well ... call me anything you want."

As she said that she giggled. The Nun actually giggled like a teenager. No question about it, I thought, she wants to fuck! Caryl told her that I fucked her and that I was discrete and the Nun wants me to fuck her too.

I wonder if Caryl told her about that young Lieutenant? Agreeing to fuck him was NOT very discrete. Maybe Caryl didn't tell her husband about that and maybe she didn't even tell the Nun. 

We sat silently for a minute, sipping our drinks. If I want to get a ship of my own there is probably no better way than keeping the CFO happy. A word from her regarding my social skills plus the senator's letter might get me that ship. A word of criticism could doom my career.

"I think I understand mam – I mean Sheila – and I'll do what I can to make this cruise as pleasant for you as I made it for Caryl. Now let me speak frankly. Not all women are the same. Some women have ... well ... shall we say different needs. You'll have to help me understand yours."

"I'll try Lars. But, well, sometimes that's very embarrassing, especially when some of your needs are a bit ... unusual, but I'll try. Perhaps tonight after dinner when we're ... well, when we're together."

I think by "together" she means when we're naked in bed. Yeah, I know that's what she means.

"But now you report back to the Captain that the bitch is happy. I'm smart enough to know Lars, that everyone calls me a bitch behind my back. And I like it because they are afraid of me and they do what I tell them to do. And the CEO and the whole board of directors like it for the same reason. I'm good at what I do!"

"Now get out of here and let me get unpacked and pick me up for dinner at eight. Formal dress!"

I hurried to the bridge. Commander Ward was taking the ship out under the Captain's careful supervision. The pilot had just left the bridge.

"No mistakes Ward, or we're all in deep shit," the Captain was saying as I entered the bridge.

"How is Miss Nunn?" the Captain asked. "Commander Ward sent Lieutenant Ryan Allen to get her scotch."

"She said don't call it 'Scotch' – call it 'single malt,'" I said.

"Jesus," the Captain said. "What else was she upset about?"

I smiled. "She's satisfied – I won't say pleased – but satisfied with everything else and she's getting unpacked now."

"I hope there's enough damn closet space," said the Captain.

I chuckled. "Well just be happy that the Nun is happy."

"Damn it Lars," the Captain shouted, "don't call her that. It might get back to the bitch."

"Well sir," I said with a chuckle, "maybe we shouldn't call her a bitch either."

"Shit," said the Captain.

"Yeah, shit," I said, "and when the Nun says shit I guess we all better squat and strain."

Finally the Captain laughed. "Do your best Lars."

"Captain, don't worry about it," I said. "I'll do my best to please her. Just like I did with that Senator and his wife. Remember both of them were very happy with my services."

Of course I didn't tell the Captain that I was gonna have to service the Nun just like I had serviced Caryl Barnes – fuck her! Fuck her a lot!

We were getting further out and the ship slowed to drop off the pilot as the pilot boat came along side. But Commander Ward did not signal for an increase in speed.

"What's up?" I asked him.

He pointed to another boat racing at top speed to catch the ship.

"That's Lieutenant Ryan Allen," Ward said, "and I hope he found her damn scotch – excuse me, her single malt. Chartering that damn boat probably cost more than all the whisky we have on board."

I watched as the boat approached and saw on the deck the young lieutenant holding what looked like a case of booze. You had to admit, I thought, that being a bitch had its advantages when you wanted to get people to do what you wanted them to do.

I called Kirsten and told her to meet me in the bar. It was nice to have Commander Ward taking care of all my responsibilities. When I arrived in the bar Kirsten had a table for us in a quiet place in the corner. She had already ordered my Knob Creek.

"The Nun is unpacking," I said. 

"Then sit down and relax," Kirsten chuckled. "I saw her suitcases. Unpacking will take a long time."

"I take her to dinner at 2000 hours. Formal dress and you're invited," I said.

"You should have seen the Captain," Kirsten laughed. "He was walking in circles – literally in circles - saying over and over again 'Why MY ship, Why MY ship' and he was so pissed that everybody was afraid to say anything."

"Well," I said with a laugh, "I did find out why she picked his ship."

"Oh?" Kirsten said. "And why did she select this ship?"

"Because she's a close friend of Caryl Barnes," I said.

"Caryl Barnes? Who the hell is Caryl ..."

Her puzzled expression held for about five seconds and then she said, "Oh shit!"

"My words exactly. Oh shit!"

"The Nun said that Caryl was a close friend of hers. She said that Caryl had to be very discrete and that Caryl highly recommended me for both my discretion and my ability to guarantee an enjoyable experience at sea."

Kirsten started to laugh. "An enjoyable experience at sea? She wants to fuck! The Nun wants to fuck."

She was laughing so hard it was difficult for her to talk.

"Not so loud," I cautioned her.

Kirsten was about to break up with laughter. She kept saying, "Enjoyable experience at sea," but she kept her voice down. 

"My God Lars! She's sixty-five years old! She's probably got big blue veined thighs under those dark hose. Her tits gotta look like pancakes. She's probably wrinkled all over. And she wants to fuck. Hell Lars, you probably won't be able to get it up."

"I damn well better get it up," I said. "That is, if I ever want to get a ship of my own. You're right! The Nun does want to fuck. She as much as said that straight out less than an hour after she met me."

"And she said she's got needs that are 'unusual' and that was HER word. I don't know what the hell THAT means. And the CEO and the board think she's important and one word from her and I'll never get a ship of my own."

Kirsten stopped laughing. "Well it's not fair I guess, but just in case I think you had better get it up. Caryl for sure told her you were a real stud. And when a horny bitch gets naked, take my word for it, she's likely to be real pissed if all you got to show her is a floppy dick."

Then she laughed.

Dinner was elegant. We were at the Captain's table, with all the officers in formal dress uniforms. The Captain had invited Kirsten. She was the only other lady at the table. 

The Nun was wearing a stunning gown with a wide neckline showing modest cleavage. Her skin was either well made up or in very good shape – probably both. No necklace, but big diamond studs in her ears and no rings.

Our best waiters served dinner and the chef personally visited the table several times to inquire as to our desires. I had never had better. The wines were excellent and expensive. The Nun did not criticize anything but she seemed grumpy. Everyone seemed afraid they might say the wrong thing although Kirsten and I kept the conversation going.

After dessert was finished, the Captain turned to the Nun with a nervous smile.

"Did you enjoy the meal?"

"It was good," she said. "Of course it's always so difficult for a chef to cook for so many people at one time."

A polite put down, but a put down all the same. The Captain did not show any reaction. He had expected as much.

I turned to the Nun, "We have a fine dance floor and excellent musicians only one deck down, Miss Nunn. Would you like to dance and perhaps enjoy a cordial?"

A smile crossed her lips, the first that we had seen during the entire evening.

"Why yes Captain Bach. That's a wonderful idea," she said.

A look of thankful relief showed on the Captain's face and Kirsten had the audacity to wink at me secretly, as I pulled out the Nun's chair. Taking her arm I escorted her out of the dining room and down to the dance floor.

We only had three musicians but they were in rare form this evening – the music was superb and the Nun was an excellent dancer. We sipped our cordials, enjoyed the music, and danced a lot. 

The Nun danced close but not inappropriately so. We enjoyed a second cordial and then a third. I think she was getting a bit tipsy. She began to giggle when I made jokes.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 06



I think she was also getting a little horny because she parked her pussy on my thigh and rubbed me when we danced. I had expected that to happen sooner or later.

Finally she said, "Walk me around the deck."

It was the usual beautiful Caribbean evening, including moonlight on a calm sea. The Nun and I walked along the deck pausing from time to time to admire the view. It was approaching midnight and there were very few passengers on deck.

I expected her to want to go to her suite, but she wanted to walk. We walked slowly around the ship. She seemed to be looking for something but I didn't know what. She was getting nervous and I knew she was horny but I couldn't figure out what was bothering her.

Finally she stopped walking, as though she had found what she was looking for. I had no idea what it was, but she wanted to stop in exactly this place: by the rail at a lonely, secluded spot near the bow. A lamp above us provided a small circle of light, though not bright light. Why did she stop here I wondered?

I looked around and there was nothing special to see. Then I saw what she seemed to be interested in. On the deck above us, twenty or thirty feet away, leaning on the railing was an obese gentleman smoking a cigar and looking out at the moonlit sea. He was the only person in sight. We have a smoking lounge and it's against the ship's rules to smoke on deck, but this was no time for such details.

The Nun looked up at him and then out to sea several times. She seemed nervous. This change in her demeanor was sudden and unexpected. What was this all about?

"Do you know him?" She nodded her head indicating the gentleman smoking the cigar. 

"No," I said.

"Can he see who we are?" She asked.

"It's too dark and he's too far away. All I can see is that he's fat. He can see us but he can't tell who we are."

"But he can see what we're doing under this light," she said. "Pretend you don't see him."

It was a command. What the hell was this?

"Take me in your arms, kiss me, and reach around a play with my butt," she said, again in a commanding voice.

I did as she asked, keeping an eye on the gentleman with the cigar. He puffed as he looked out to sea and then he must have seen me playing with the Nun's ass. He turned and stared directly, squinting to get a better view. He probably thought we hadn't seen him.

I continued to play with her ass. It was not a bad ass, although the circumstances precluded my enjoying it. The gentleman with the cigar probably thought we were a couple who figured they were alone and wanted to make out.

"Is he looking at us?" The Nun asked.

"He's looking very intently," I said.

I felt a shudder go through her body. Her breathing became heavy and she began to tremble. She was obviously getting sexually aroused. I remembered her saying she had an "unusual" sexual need and I think she had just shown me what it was. She was an exhibitionist!

That's a risky habit. Showing yourself to strangers can get dicey if things do not work out perfectly. Maybe making out in public gives her a big thrill, I thought.

I looked up at the gentleman with the cigar. He had stepped back into a shadow where he was hard to see, but he was still there. I could see his cigar glowing. He was gonna watch us and have some fun.

"Is he still watching?" She asked.

"Yes he is, but he's stepped back in the shadows. I think he wants to watch without being seen," I said.

"Good," she said.

Then she grasped my hands in hers and moved them up to the top of her dress.

"Let him think we're lovers playing around. Turn me so he can see you playing with my breasts, through my dress. Kiss the back of my neck."

I did as she asked. She looked up in his direction.

"Oh God, I can see him. He's standing there in the shadows and puffing on his cigar and watching you play with me. Reach down with your hands into my bra and lift my breasts up and out of my dress."

I did what she wanted, lifting those big heavy tits up and plopping 'em out. When I dropped them they flopped down outside her dress. The fat guy took a step forward to get a better look.

"Oh God, he's looking at my naked breasts and puffing on his cigar. Bounce my breasts up and down and play with them," she commanded.

I flopped her tits and played with them as she had asked. Her big nipples came erect and hard. She was panting now and starting to sweat. Her trembling became more violent. She was getting very aroused sexually. Then suddenly she reached up and put her tits back in her dress.

"Take me back to the suite," she commanded.

She repositioned her tits in her elaborate formal gown and taking me by the arm, she led me off in haughty elegance into the night, once again as dignified as a queen. Her tits had been on public display for perhaps thirty seconds.

Jesus! I thought. It didn't take long but that's a dangerous way to get your jollies.

When I got her back to her suite, she led me into the bedroom and began to undress. The lights were very low and the Nun was in a hurry. 

It was like she had planned the whole thing. I guess she hoped there would be some guy someplace she could show her tits to so she could get turned on.

"I need to make love," she said. "Caryl said you were very good at it."

"Did she tell you I was dominant with her?" I asked, beginning to undress.

"Yes she did. She likes it that way. Caryl likes to be treated like a whore. I don't. Does that matter to you?"

She was hot and horny, but the Nun talked about sex in a businesslike way, as though she were involved in a negotiation. She did it as she continued to strip down. Her dress was thrown over a chair and she was standing there in heels, hose, panties, and bra.

As I had thought this afternoon, her legs were excellent shown off by those spike heels. There was not enough light to see if she had blue veins in that space between the top of her hose and her panties. Her belly was flat and her ass was attractive. Her bra was doing heroic work holding up her massive tits.

"If you want to be treated like a lady," I said, "then I'll treat you like a lady. But flashing you tits in public is not very lady-like."

She chuckled. "That's true. But I don't get a chance to do that very often and sometimes the need hits me and the opportunity is available and then it's not easy to resist. It's a compulsion I know and it's a very dangerous compulsion, but I can usually control it."

"You saw how I was acting before I did it. I was going crazy," she said as she stripped off her bra and panties.

I tried to see her beaver but it was too dark to see anything except a thick, dark mass of hair. Her massive breasts dropped down when her bra came off. They swayed back and forth every time she moved. The low light hid many things but there was no way to hide those big sagging tits.

I nodded. "I could tell something was very wrong but I didn't know what."

"I can't help it Lars, that's just the way I am. I need it! Showing my body in public is very humiliating, but so deliciously humiliating that it stimulates me sexually like nothing else. Even now, thinking about that man standing there, casually smoking his cigar and admiring my naked breasts turns me on."

We were standing by the bed now, both of us naked. My cock was flaccid, hanging there useless. The Nun had put her spike heels back on after she removed her hose and that made her legs look really good. It was too dark to see the blue veins Kirsten had kidded about.

Her beaver was thick and luxurious, but I needed better light to see if she had gray hair mixed with the black. I'd never fucked a beaver with gray hair.

"Would you like a drink ... ah ... dear? May I call you dear?" She asked.

"Yes you may call me dear. And yes you may get me a Knob Creek neat."

She walked naked to the bar to get our drinks and then back to put them on the bedside table. She was moving her ass and showing off her body like a model on a runway and she had a damn good body for age sixty-five. Tits pointing down of course, but huge nipples, a narrow waist, okay hips, nice ass, and really good legs.

Just a few changes and she'd be top class fuckable if she didn't have that silver gray hair. Once again I thought about Roger's comment about gray haired old ladies spreading their legs and pumping their ass.

As she put the glasses on the bedside table the light shown briefly on her beaver. There they were! Gray hairs! She had lots of gray hairs mixed with black in that beaver. Kirsten was gonna love that!

"And what may I call you?" I asked.

"Anything you want ... well, almost anything," she said.

"How about 'bitch'?" I asked. "I called Caryl that and it turned her on."

"You may call me bitch any time you want to except when we're making love."

"How about just before we make love, as in 'Spread your legs bitch?'"

She laughed loud and long, making her tits jiggle. She wasn't angry, she was joking along with me and telling me what she liked and didn't like.

"That's exactly how I DON'T want you to ask. Ask me like you would ask a lady."

I laughed with her. "A lady I just met? How do I tell a lady I just met that I want to fuck her?"

"Oh darling! You're a bastard! But you're such a charming bastard – just like Caryl said you were. You gave Caryl a lot of pleasure, you know. She still talks about the way you took control and made her get on top and sweat doing the work."

"Okay. But how do I ask you? Really."

She looked away, then at the floor, as though she were sad. Finally she said, "Just be nice and pretend you care about me. I'll know you're pretending of course, but it's what I need to enjoy sex. I pretend too. I've never had a man love me. I'm married to my career."

I cannot deny that I was touched by what she said. I took her in my arms gently and kissed her like I loved her. Then I picked her up in my arms and laid her gently in bed. I took off her spike heels and lay down next to her. My dick was soft but I liked her now and I knew she'd get me hard.

***

The Nun had told me not to expect her up till mid morning, but my sailor habits caused me to awaken early. Besides I had to do Kirsten. Her asshole needed stretching out every morning and that was my job.

We broke the rule we always had about never fucking in the crew's quarters, but there was no other time and no other place because I had to be with the Nun most of the time. So Kirsten sneaked into my room at 0600 and stripped down, just as she had done yesterday morning. I was already naked in bed thinking about her with my usual early morning piss hard on.

I lubed up my dick with Vaseline and she got ready to take me doggie. This was just the third time I'd done her so I was very gentle. She took me without any pain and I started fucking her slowly.

After a couple of minutes I reached around, massaged her clit, and started fucking her harder. As I had done the night before last I imagined her to be some whore I picked up in the ship's bar. A wife whose husband was in the casino. I pumped my load after about ten minutes and she had her orgasm shortly after I did.

We lay there resting.

"Did that hurt?" I whispered.

"It didn't hurt, but when I cum that way it's ... well it's like when I use a vibrator. There's nothing for my pussy to grab hold of."

"Well, you gotta learn to take it up the ass," I whispered. "Otherwise some rough bastard's gonna slip a big one into you some night and you'll scream and bleed."

Kirsten chuckled. "I know," she said. "Like Joan says, I gotta get that damn thing stretched out so guys can use it."

She dressed, kissed me on the cheek, and sneaked out of my room after checking carefully to be sure the passageway was empty. 

I had nothing to do because Commander Ward was covering all of my duties, so I slept in another hour. I hit the shower, dressed in casual clothes, and had my breakfast. 

Walking the deck I found Kirsten at a table having coffee and I joined her.

"How's your asshole?" was my first question

"You were very gentle, thank you. It's gonna stretch out."

"And what did you do last night?" I said as we sat there looking out at a bright sunny Caribbean morning.

"I did my homework," Kirsten said.

"Your homework?"

"Yeah, the homework Joan assigned me. I was blowin Roger. Damn that's fun once you know how to do it. You get complete control of a guy. He said I was getting better at it."

"Did you fuck him?" I asked.

"Of course I fucked him! He greased that big thing up real good and he was very gentle. My pussy had recovered from those young guys pounding it and Roger slipped in real easy. Joan's exactly right about thick dicks. When I cum my pussy just grabs on to his fat one and squeezes. It feels really good."

"Is he worth $300? That's the usual tip he expects from the mature women passengers he provides 'special service' for," I said with a chuckle.

"He's doing me for free. But if I were rich I'd tip Roger $300 for a fuck. That's the fattest cock I ever felt and he's worth it."

"Better than me?"

"Lars, you're like a brother to me. I love you. You're special. I always enjoy fucking you."

"So he IS better than me!"

"Lars, I don't want to hurt your feelings. It's just because he's so thick. You're a better fuck until I start to cum because you know how I like it. But when my pussy starts to contract it just grabs on to that thick thing and squeezes. That's what feels so damn good. That's what a gal doesn't get from a skinny dick."

"So now I got a skinny dick?"

"Change the subject Lars! This conversation is going in the wrong direction."

"Joan's the same way you are," I said. "She likes fat dicks too."

"Stop talking about dicks, Lars. Tell me about the Nun. Did you fuck her?"

"I fucked her."

"Does she have blue veins on her thighs?" Kirsten asked, laughing.

"She kept the room too dark for me to see," I said.

"Then she DOES have blue veins! Is she a bitch in bed?"

"She's a bitch when she's NOT in bed, but she gets very sweet when she gets naked. You remember that Caryl wanted to be treated like a whore. The Nun wants to be treated like a lady."

"Great," Kirsten chuckled. "But you don't know how to fuck a lady. Your only experience is with whores."

"You don't understand!" I said, remembering how lonely the Nun was.

"Of course I understand," Kirsten said. "She's a whore, but she wants to be treated like a lady. And she's got the power to make you do it. Did you find out what those unusual needs are she told you about?"

"Yes I did. She likes to flash her tits in public."

"Oh my God! You gotta be kidding! How does she DO that?" Kirsten asked.

I told her about the Nun wanting her tits played with while this fat guy on the deck above watched and puffed on his cigar. As I finished the story Kirsten interrupted me.

"You mean like that fat guy heading for the smoking lounge?"

I turned to look. There was an obese gentleman, unlit cigar in hand, heading for the smoking lounge. Jesus I thought. That could be him!

"Stay here," I said to Kirsten.

I got up and casually followed the fat guy. Sure enough, he lit up a stogie and sat down to enjoy it. I sat down next to him.

"Are you enjoying your cruise?" I asked, casually.

"Seabourn is a great line," he said.

"Do you have a veranda?" I asked.

"No. My wife and I have a small suite near the bow," he said pointing forward and to starboard. "I think we'll get a veranda next time."

I felt in my pocket. "Damn," I said, "I forgot my smokes."

I got up and left. This had to be the guy. The smaller suites without verandas were exactly where he had pointed on the deck just above where the Nun had so much fun last night. I went back out and joined Kirsten at the table.

"That's gotta be the guy!" I said. "His cabin is in the right place. He enjoyed looking at the Nun's tits as much as she enjoyed showing 'em to him."

"Lars, that's dangerous, you know."

"Yeah I know but we were very careful and her tits were out less than a minute."

Kirsten laughed. "I gotta get to work, honey. You'll probably be busy all day but I'll keep my eye out for you. If I miss you I'll see you early tomorrow morning for my treatment."

Yeah, I thought, for her treatment. I'm not her lover. I'm her therapist with a skinny dick, getting her ready to take a fat one up the ass. I looked at my watch. Time to call the Nun.

I met Miss Nunn for lunch at the best of our several restaurants. I had a table with an excellent view of the bright blue, sunlit Caribbean rushing past the ship. She looked bright and fresh from her long rest. She leaned close and spoke softly.

"I really enjoyed last night, Lars. You were so gentle and sweet. You gave me exactly what I needed. It's been too long since I had a man. I've been looking forward to last night ever since I talked to Caryl."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the evening," I said. "Please remind Caryl when you see her how much I enjoyed her company. You're a fine woman. It's a pleasure to be with you. I'm glad I pleased you."

I looked up as a middle-aged couple walked by and took a table just behind me. It was the fat cigar smoker and his wife. Jesus! I thought. Talk about coincidence!

I leaned over and whispered to the Nun.

"Look over my right shoulder," I said, "at the man facing you, at the next table. That's the guy with the cigar from last night. The guy that enjoyed watching me play with your tits."

The Nun took a sudden sharp intake of breath as she looked at the man. She looked frightened and leaned over very close to my ear.

"Did he recognize us," She whispered anxiously.

"No. I sat next to him in the smoking lounge and we talked briefly. He did not recognize me," I whispered.

She did not stare at him – she was too sophisticated for that. But she took many secret looks at him and I watched a remarkable thing happen gradually right before my eyes. The Nun started getting horny. Her breathing changed and a slight sweat came on her face – what ladies call a "glow" – and she kept shifting in her seat. The bitch was getting horny!

She was thinking about the man who saw her tits. Her pussy was getting wet.

Just at that moment I saw Kirsten in uniform walk into the restaurant.

"Excuse me darling," I whispered. "I want to invite Kirsten to say hello. She won't disturb us unless I tell her it's okay."

I got up and walked over to Kirsten. "You'll never believe it, but the fat guy with the cigar just sat down at the next table. I pointed him out the Nun. If you want to see a distinguished gray haired lady slowly getting horny, just come over and say hello."

Kirsten kept a straight face but I could see she was exploding with laughter inside. She nodded and followed me back to the table.

"Good morning Miss Nunn!" Kirsten said. "I hope you had a good night's rest. Being at sea is such an enjoyable experience isn't it?"

Jesus I thought! What a choice of words. Caryl's words exactly.

The Nun smiled and said, "Good morning Lieutenant Jenson. Yes, I had a good night's rest and I am having a very entertaining cruise."

I could see Kirsten sizing up the Nun. Taking note of her glow, seeing her tightly crossed legs, and her shifting body position. She knew the Nun was getting hot.

"I'm glad you're having fun," Kirsten said. "I hope you keep enjoying yourself."

Then she whisked off like an efficient cruise line hostess. She would, I'm sure, remind me in the morning of how hot this horny bitch was getting as she looked at the guy who had enjoyed watching her tits get played with.

We spent a long time and enjoyed our lunch. The Nun's pussy must have been dripping by the time the fat man got up to leave. She watched him as much as she could.

I knew that Kirsten and Joan had planned to enjoy Roger tonight in the Owner's Suite after Joan's hubby headed for the casino. The two of them would drain Roger dry.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 06



The Nun and I lounged near the pool, sipping tropical drinks all afternoon. Then I took her back to her suite to freshen up. I picked her up at 2030 hours for dinner. We were dressed informally and I took her to our signature Italian restaurant. The food was delicious – better than the special meal the chef had prepared last night. We enjoyed a secluded corner table.

"You know," the Nun said, "sometimes an inexpensive Italian wine tastes better than the finest French when I'm with a man like you. Are you having fun? Are you looking forward to taking me to bed tonight?"

"I am," I said.

"Can we dance like last night," she said as the meal ended.

"Of course," I said, and escorted her to the lounge with music and dancing.

We danced and enjoyed cordials till after midnight. She rubbed her pussy on my thigh every time we danced. Then we took a stroll around the deck. She guided me starboard to the bow where last night's encounter had taken place.

She stopped in that circle of light that had illuminated us last night. Both of us looked around to be sure there was no one near us.

"Do you think he's there again?" She asked in a tremulous voice.

We looked up carefully at the deck above us. We saw nothing, except that from time to time there was the regular glow of a cigar when he took a puff. He was there! I felt a tremble go through her body when she saw that glow.

"Kiss me," she said. It was a command just like last night.

I kissed her and reached back and played with her ass, without being told. She was eager to show that fat man her body.

"Pretend we're lovers," she said. "Turn me so I face him and kiss the back of my neck. The top of my blouse is elastic. It will slip down. Just hook your thumbs in my bra straps and pull my blouse and bra down together. My arms will come out. I want to be naked to the waist for him to look at me."

I looked around us once more to see if anyone was near and then I did what she asked. Those big tits fell out of her bra and hung down, nipples pointing at the deck. She was naked from the waist up.

"Play with my breasts and kiss the back of my neck," she commanded.

She was trembling now and breathing heavily. The Nun was getting very horny.

I grasped her tits and felt their massive weight. Then I bounced them up and down playfully. Her big nipples got rock hard. The bright light of the cigar burned brighter as the fat man puffed and watched me bounce her tits.

The Nun quivered in sexual pleasure as she fantasized the fat man watching her naked tits being played with.

As she did last night, she exposed her tits less than a minute. Then she pulled her bra up, repositioned her tits, put her arms through the sleeves and raised her blouse back up. Tilting her head back like a queen, she led me down the deck.

"Let's hurry," she said. "I need you!"

We got to her room and she kissed me passionately as soon as I closed the door.

"Strip me and take me! Quick!" she said.

I had her naked in a minute and carried her to bed. It was easier tonight because I knew what she liked.

My alarm awoke me at 0600 hours. It was rare for me to sleep that late but last night I had pounded that sixty-five year-old, estrogen primed pussy hard and long. The bitch was so horny after getting half naked for that fat guy that she was a really good fuck!

After I pumped my first load into her, she was sucking my cock to get me up again to do her a second time. Horny women always turned me on and that horny old lady really liked to fuck!

The second fuck I told her to get on top and she did, with those big tits hanging down in my face. She laughed and joked about me making her sweat the way I made Caryl sweat. She had said, "I'm gonna tell Caryl you made me do it this way – service you like a whore. She'll laugh at me but she'll turn on." It was a fun piece of ass. 

I lay naked in bed remembering my exertions. I reached down and felt my balls. Jesus was there anything left? I was playing with my balls when Kirsten slipped silently through my door and started to undress.

Jesus, I thought, can I get that thing up again. My bladder said yes.

Kirsten crawled into bed and cuddled her naked body up to mine. She felt very warm. I started playing with her tits.

"Was the fat man there again?" Kirsten asked giggling.

"He was there," I responded.

"What happened?" Kirsten asked.

"She wanted me to strip her to the waist and play with her tits. She's got really big tits – much bigger than they look with clothes on. She turned on big time when I bounced her tits around while he was watching."

"She got really hot?"

"Like you wouldn't believe! She almost ran back to her suite and she was manic when we got in the bedroom. She was ripping her clothes off and begging me to hurry."

"Did you see her beaver," Kirsten asked.

"She doesn't want me to see her in the light," I responded. "But I got a brief look at it the first night when she walked in the light of the bedside table."

"And?" Kirsten said eagerly.

"It's really hairy - thick and curly - but it's got more gray hair than black," I said.

Kirsten started laughing so loud that I had to remind her we were in crew's quarters.

"I knew it! I just knew it!" Kirsten said. "Don't tell Joan I told you this, but Joan checks her beaver every day. If she sees a gray hair she pulls it out with the tweezers. She says she'd rather have a skimpy beaver than a gray one."

I looked at my watch. "You have work to do. We better hurry."

"Okay, do me." Kirsten said.

Kirsten was loosening up. It was getting easier to shove that thing up her ass, but I still had to fantasize about a whore from the bar to cum. I liked Kirsten very much, almost like a sister, and stretching out her asshole was okay, but I'd much rather shove my dick into her soft, estrogen primed pussy.

After Kirsten left I slept late again. Not having duty was getting to be a habit. After breakfast I took a stroll on deck. I saw Roger off on some errand.

"Good morning Roger."

"Good morning Cap'n."

"How are your gray haired ladies Roger?" I asked.

"Cap'n, not all of 'em have gray hair. A lot are in their forties. I think that's when their pussies start to itch"

"Were you busy with Kirsten and Joan last night?" I asked.

"Yes sir. I done 'em both."

"How's Kirsten coming along?"

"Real well, Cap'n. She sucks me off almost as good as Miss Joan," he said with a broad smile. "And I like to play with that body of hers when she's naked. That's a fun body to look at and play with."

"Did you fuck her last night?" I asked,

"Yes sir, I did. Can I ask you something Cap'n? How long has Miss Kirsten been fuckin a lot of different guys?"

"About two months now. But she's done a lot of fuckin in those two months."

"Yes sir. And her pussy is stretchin out real nice, Cap'n. It's gonna be big and loose with those thick lips hanging down just like Miss Joan if I keep fuckin her regular. That's getting to be real good pussy – nice and juicy."

"You like juicy pussy. Do you eat much pussy Roger?"

"No sir, I don't get much chance to. All the white pussies I see are peter hungry and I'm getting paid for my dick. Once those white women see me get hard they want me inside 'em right away."

I called the Nun at midmorning and we met for lunch. The cigar smoker was at a table across the room and the Nun spent a lot of time glancing his way. I could tell she was turning on, just like yesterday.

"What would you like to do today?" I asked.

"Be alone with you all day," she said with a broad smile.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said.

We had placed an excellent wine selection in the Seabourn suite, including several bottles of Château d'Yquem. I called Roger to deliver a tray of selected cheeses and after they arrived we were set for the afternoon.

We sat on the veranda sipping white wine and watching the blue sea slip by. Her suite was on the port side, so we were in the shade as we proceeded south headed for Saint Martin.

"We spend all day at Saint Martin tomorrow. You'll enjoy that, especially the French side," I said, with a chuckle.

"Caryl said you were a bastard! A delightful bastard of course. And I know why you like the French side of Saint Martin."

"Why is that?" I asked innocently.

"The nude beaches! Those damn French women go naked all the time. It's fun to watch the shy tourists who are trying it for the first time, with the wives hoping their husbands don't get erections. I'll bet you just sit there the whole day and admire all that naked flesh!"

She was laughing as she kidded me about the naked ladies.

"At least it will give you a good excuse to take your clothes off in public," I said.

I knew the instant I said it that it was the wrong thing to say. She looked down at the deck and her whole demeanor changed. A full agonizing minute passed in silence.

Finally, slowly and softly she said, "I used to go there often when I was young – when I could show my body on a sunny beach."

Shit! I had put my foot in my mouth. I leaped from my chair and kneeled by hers, my hand lifting her chin up for a kiss. A light kiss, then a long, wet one.

"I think your body is beautiful," I said, and as I said it I realized that it was true.

I liked her body – a mature woman's body. I had caressed and loved and fucked bodies like hers for twenty years! Everyone called them whores, even me, but they weren't whores. They were warm, caring women with a special need for physical love. Kirsten was like that. The Nun looked into my eyes and I think she read my emotions.

She smiled at me. "Thank you, my love," she said.

"I'm gonna take you to the nude beach tomorrow," I said. You don't have to strip and show the merchandise like you used to do, but you can sit there and look at peckers."

The Nun laughed. "I never get tired of looking at peckers," she said. "They come in all sizes."

"Like tits," I said with a laugh. My foot was out of my mouth.

"And speaking of tits," I said, "how do you plan to display them tonight, assuming of course that the fat cigar smoker will be there again?"

"Oh he'll be there," she said. "I've had a lot of experience, to use your dirty words, flashing my tits. That guy thinks we're lovers having our private fun and he wants to watch us. Tonight he'll find out I'm showing him my body on purpose. And when he finds that out I can't tease him anymore. Tonight will be the last time we can do it, unfortunately."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm ready to get naked! I NEED to get buck-naked! I've been obsessed, anticipating that thrill for two days."

"Jesus!" I said. "But HOW can you do that? I mean, flashing your tits is one thing but getting stark naked is something else."

"My beach robe," she said. "It's a one piece robe down to my knees. A belt holds it together and it slips off easily. I've used robes for years in my apartment windows, except tonight, instead of dropping it off on the floor like I used to do, you'll be behind me to hold it and put it back on me again after he's had his fun looking at everything I've got."

"You've got this all planned out," I said.

"Of course I've got it planned out Lars," she said. "I've been showing my body naked since I first grew breasts and pranced around the house starkers for my brothers entertainment and I've never been caught."

"You've been doing this all your life?"

She nodded.

"Tell me about it," I said.

The Nun talked slowly, sipping her wine, and from time to time looking out to sea as she gathered and relived a half-century of memories.

"I have two older brothers and I discovered that it gave me a thrill to show them my breasts – accidently at first and then on purpose. Then I started getting naked for them because they liked my beaver even more than my breasts – I had a thick, black, hairy beaver.

Whenever Mon and Dad went out, I'd strip for my brothers. It turned me on and I'd go to my room and ... well, you know."

"I didn't let them play with me or anything – I just walked around and sometimes danced naked. Later on they invited some of their buddies to watch me dance. Guys I didn't know turned me on a lot more than my brothers. That's when I started wearing spike heels to make my legs look better."

"Sometimes at a high school dance my senior year, the band would play one of the tunes I had danced naked to for the guys. I'd dance with one of the guys who'd seen me naked. I'd do the same steps and I'd watch his eyes look at me and imagine me naked. He'd remember my breasts jiggling and that black, curly haired beaver and he'd get an erection. I could see it in his pants. It turned me on!"

"When I got to college my sorority house was right next door to a fraternity house and the guys had binoculars to peep through our windows. I got a thrill from letting them look and I wasn't the only one. A lot of gals did it. Sometimes we'd let a guy we were dating see us naked. That was cool!"

"When I went to business school I had an apartment, but there were still guys who liked to look. You could spot them if you left your lights off and searched the opposite windows with binoculars. Once you spotted a guy you could tease him and gradually let him see more and more."

"Later on when I was living in high-end apartments, it got more difficult to show myself, but there were still ways if I were clever enough. It's been very difficult to do in recent years and I miss it. You have to be very careful to figure out what you can and can't get away with. You can't be too obvious."

"You have to fit in. I can walk through the halls of any cruise ship in a beach robe and thongs and nobody will think it's unusual. My partner will have to be dressed casually too. You'll have to carry my spikes, Lars. I ain't getting naked without my spike heels. I got great legs and if I'm gonna get buck naked I want them to look their best."

"Show me!" I demanded.

"What?" The Nun asked.

"Go inside and put on your beach robe and spikes – the way you'll look when we walk out on that deck tonight."

She looked hard at me for a moment and then made up her mind. She went inside and was there for twenty minutes. Finally she came out in her beach robe wearing spike heels.

She looked fabulous! Gray hair and all! Her legs were naked from knees down and they were flawless.

I looked her up and down for a full minute as she turned and posed for my inspection.

Then with a leering smile I said, "Get naked bitch!"

There was a sudden, very brief flash of anger but when she realized I was joking she laughed a loud and joyous laugh.

"If you said that to Caryl," she said, continuing to laugh, "She'd strip down stark naked in bright sunlight and you could do her doggie style right here on this veranda."

She kept laughing as she painted that word picture. "Caryl would be bent over holding on to that railing there with her legs spread wide, trying not to fall down as she balanced on her spikes. That would be a sight to see!"

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "Caryl would do exactly that. But she'd have a lot of trouble trying to pump her ass like a whore and keep her balance on spikes at the same time."

The Nun nodded and smiled. "Caryl is not really a whore, you know," she said, "but when she finds a guy that's safe, she always wants him to treat her like one!"

Then she looked sadly out at the blue ocean and said softly, "Safe men are very hard to find."

I walked over and embraced her and whispered, "Go inside, close the curtains so it's dark, take that robe off and get in bed. I'll be there in a few minutes and we can have a quiet loving afternoon."

She looked up at me and giggled, "Are you gonna make me work up a sweat like you did Caryl?"

Holding her in my arms I looked down at her smiling face and asked. "Do you want to do it that way?"

She giggled again and said, "That's a very unfair question you bastard. You know how much better a woman likes it when you don't give her a choice – you just make her do it the way you want – like you did with me last night."

So we went inside and I told her what I wanted her to do.

That evening, I was slightly uncomfortable walking into our Italian restaurant with the Nun on my arm, knowing that she was not wearing panties. Heels, hose, and garter belt yes –but the only thing covering that pussy was a big mass of thick curly black and gray hair!

She had on a miniskirt designed for a thirty year old and it made her legs look as good as thirty-year-old legs, especially with the four-inch spikes she was wearing. Her bra did wonders for those big tits and her cleavage would have been the envy of many younger women.

It was a whore's outfit and she did it on purpose but somehow she didn't look like a whore. She was so dignified and regal, with that silver gray hair that even dressed like a whore she looked like a queen.

She had wanted me to know that she was not wearing panties. "I want it to turn you on," she had said. "I want you to look at me and see a whore – the kind of woman who never wears pants – the kind of woman who's ready for you the moment she spreads her legs."

The Nun was in a horny mood, appropriate to her intensions. Dinner was romantic and dancing with that panty-free pussy parked on my thigh was exciting. I could almost feel that hairy thing rubbing against my leg through the thin material of her miniskirt. 

Then, at midnight, we went back to the suite for the change of clothes. We left the room, the Nun in her robe and thongs and me in sports clothes carrying her spikes. Finally we were only one door away from the deck where she wanted to be. It was just after midnight.

She put on her spikes and we strolled out casually, like the lovers the fat guy thought we were. We stopped under the circle of light where the Nun was gonna get naked for that stranger.

I kissed her and we acted like lovers. Looking up we saw the cigar glowing in the dark shadows. He was there! Watching us!

"Take your time," the Nun whispered. "Tease him. Let him get his erection. I want to think about him playing with it while he watches us."

I stood with my back to the rail, the Nun with her back to me. I kissed her neck and reached around slowly, put my hand inside her robe, and played with her tits. I could see the glow as the fat man puffed his cigar and watched my hand fondle her.

I untied her belt and the robe fell open, barely enough to give the cigar smoker a titillating narrow glimpse of her belly and bush. I moved my hand down her belly and began to stroke that thick, curly-haired beaver. I felt her big clit getting hard and I stroked it slowly.

The fat guy could see me playing with her pussy and he puffed his cigar faster. That pussy was starting to drip juice now as she became more aroused thinking about that cigar smoker watching us and playing with his dick. He was hidden in the shadows, rapidly puffing his cigar and he still thought we were lovers, but that was about to change. 

I looked around to be sure there was no one to see us, then whispered, "Are you ready?"

She trembled in anticipation and said, "Strip me for him! Strip me buck-naked! Show that horny bastard everything I've got!"

I held the robe as it came off her shoulders. She stepped forward to pose stark naked in the circle of light for the fat gentleman's pleasure.

She very quickly raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, elbows back to lift her tits up, making her rock hard nipples point straight out. She did not want to give him a long look at those big sagging breasts.

The fat man saw her tits, a flat belly and a thick, triangular mass of dark hair. Nothing was left to his imagination. I remembered her careful search for a location the first night she flashed her tits. She had selected a very flattering circle of light to display her body.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 06



Her silver gray hair was coiffured to perfection like that of a queen. The Nun had never allowed herself to gain weight like so many women her age so her hips and thighs and belly and ass did not show the rolls of fat I had so often seen and enjoyed playing with on women years younger than she.

In the soft, low light she had selected for her naked display, she had a body that could pass for that of a thirty year old except, for those huge, sagging tits, which she lifted up by putting her hands behind her head, elbows back. Those boobs could have belonged to a woman far younger than she.

Her legs were perfection in four-inch spike heels – legs like those of a woman in her thirties. If there were blue veins on her thighs, they were invisible in this light. From that dark hairy beaver the fat man's eyes must be following her legs down to those flattering spikes. Then up again to that dark hairy pussy.

She posed for a moment, then began to turn slowly to give him a clear view of her hips, her flat belly in profile, and a rather nice ass. She displayed every inch of that spectacular body for the fat man's pleasure.

There was no way the cigar smoker could think we were lovers now. He knew we were giving him a show. He stepped out of the shadows to the rail and leaned forward to get a better look at this naked bitch. The Nun's slow turn brought her around to face him again, hands still behind her head to keep those big tits looking their best.

She smiled and then shook her tits for him like a professional stripper. They jiggled like two huge water filled balloons. Then she made a graceful bow, her tits dropping down and her nipples aiming at the deck.

Finally she stood up and waved to him, then stepped back holding her arms out for me to put her robe back on. As she tied the belt around her waist, the gentleman above gave us a big smile and a thumbs up. She waved to him one more time, as we headed for the door.

She had been naked for less than thirty seconds, but she had been stark naked in a circle of light and he got a good look at everything she wanted him to see in a light so flattering he would never guess that she was sixty-five years old. If his dick wasn't hard and throbbing by now, he didn't have one!

She ran barefoot through the corridors back to the suite with me trotting behind carrying her shoes. Fortunately we did not encounter any passengers or crew.

We entered the suite and she threw off the robe and pulled me toward her naked body for a kiss. She kept urging me to hurry. She wanted to fuck. She NEEDED to fuck. She was as hot and horny as any bitch I had ever fucked. That shapely ass was gonna pump hard and fast tonight! She was gonna wear me out!

As I dropped my pants, I thought to myself that the fat cigar smoker was gonna spend the rest of this cruise looking closely at every gray haired lady on the ship wondering if SHE was the woman who stripped naked and shook her tits at him. And there were a lot of gray haired ladies on this ship.



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 07



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for over two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck till she got real horny in her late forties. 

I've been working on cruise ships since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

Kirsten is also fuckin a young stud - a twenty-four year old Lieutenant and lately she's been fuckin some of his buddies too. She kept that pussy private for twenty years but now it looks like she's taking it public. She's having a lot of fun with these young studs but she got scared when they started talking about wanting to watch a black guy do her. She asked for my help and I'm helping her along with a new girlfriend of mine, Joan. 

I met Joan on the last cruise. She's fifty-five years old but she's still a damn good fuck, and when I shared her with a black steward Roger, she liked it. She likes black on white as much as I do. Those young guys are talking about watching a black guy do Kirsten so Joan's gonna help Kirsten learn about black guys. Joan was having so much fun she didn't get off in Miami. She stayed on for this cruise.

When we turned around in Miami four days ago, we picked up a real bitch that happens to be CFO of our company. The Captain is scared to death of her and he ordered me to take care of her. She's sixty-five years old and horny! It turned out she needed a man and I got the job because the Captain told me I had to keep her happy no matter what it took. What it took was my dick!

Her name is Sheila Nunn so naturally she got the nickname of "the Nun" but she does not act like a nun. She likes to flash her anatomy in front of strangers. She's an exhibitionist! Her last exhibition was last night in front of a guy that she'd been teasing the previous two nights. He thought he was watching two careless lovers but she was setting him up for her grand finale.

Kirsten slipped into my room and at 0600 like always and woke me up when she crawled into bed naked. I was tired. It seemed like I had fucked the Nun for hours last night. Kirsten was bubbling with enthusiasm.

"I watched the whole damn thing," Kirsten said with a giggle. "The Nun dropped her robe and she was buck naked. She posed for that fat guy watching her from the deck above. Then she shook her tits at him."

This was a surprise. It was well after midnight and I had looked carefully for other people before I let her get naked.

"I didn't see anyone near us."

"I used binoculars," Kirsten said, "from maybe fifty yards back toward the stern and one deck up. I just followed your description to figure where you were gonna be. When you two walked out on deck with her in that robe and wearing those spikes I knew for sure she was gonna strip naked for that horny fat guy."

"Did you enjoy the show?" I chuckled.

"I did and I'm jealous! I thought she had an ugly wrinkled old body, but her figure is better than mine and she's seventeen years older than me!"

"She's got huge sagging tits. Yours are much better," I said. "And your skin is much younger than hers. She picked just the perfect light to show off her body. You'd look good in that light too."

"Yeah but I got fat on my hips and ass that she doesn't have. She sure as hell knew how to show him her tits. They looked great!"

"She held her arms up and her shoulders back," I said. "That's why her tits looked so good. You don't have to do that. You got great tits already."

I grabbed a tit and started playing with it.

"Here I was thinking when she came on the ship that you were gonna have trouble getting it up! Hell! That thing of yours probably snapped to attention the first time you saw that body. Did she want to fuck when she got back to the room last night?"

"She was hornier than a mountain goat!" I said. "I fucked her missionary like always. But then before I got rested she sucked my dick to get me hard and then she climbed on and did me cowboy. That's when those boobs look their best hanging down in my face and jiggling for me to play with. Then she tried to get me up a third time."

Kirsten laughed. "Lars you're only good for two fucks a night! Didn't her friend Caryl tell her that?"

"Caryl must not have mentioned that," I said. "The bitch sucked my dick and got it hard again and she was so horny she was able to crawl on top, start humpin, and cum a third time. Thank the good Lord she did cum, but of course I didn't. I hope she still thinks I'm a stud."

Kirsten giggled. "You're getting old Lars. My young Lieutenant can cum four times!"

"Yeah and he's half your age and he wants to watch you get butt-fucked by a big black stud. And you're so horny for his young body that you'll do it just to entertain him. So let's get on with stretching your asshole so you won't scream and bleed when it finally happens. Assume the position my dear."

Here I was trying to help her and she was insulting me. I was pissed! Getting old she said and yesterday she said I had a skinny dick. She was not gonna make fun of my pecker and my stamina and then brag about her young Lieutenant. I began to fuck her asshole as hard as I could. I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson, I thought.

She started to groan in pain as I slammed my cock into her. Then she cried out. That's what I wanted! I'm gonna show her what my dick can do. Suddenly I realized that her asshole felt really good. Damn!

My dick was hurting her but this was a fabulous fuck! It really felt good and no way was I gonna stop pounding her. It took only a minute till my balls lifted up and I pumped my load deep into her rectum. Damn! Her asshole had never felt so good!

I lay beside her panting. She was still moaning in pain. Shit! I didn't mean to hurt her. I just wanted to show her what my dick could do.

"Did I hurt you Kirsten?" I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

She rolled over with a big smile on her face and laughed.

"Joan said that would happen," she said. "Joan said all men are bastards and if they think their cock is hurting you it turns them on. She said even 'your loving Lars' will do that and she was right. You never came faster with me than you did just now. You turned on when I started pretending your cock was hurting me."

Jesus! She's right! It did turn me on and I did cum faster.

"You bitch!" I said. "You were pretending?"

"I was pretending! But it turned you on didn't it?"

Kirsten was right. Men WERE bastards when it came to sex. I looked her in the eye and weakly nodded my head yes.

"That felt really great Lars," Kirsten said. "I didn't cum of course but I enjoyed it because I was in control. Joan is teaching me lots of good stuff. I'm getting stretched out with that oversized vibrator and you butt-fuckin me every day."

"I'm gonna be ready for Roger's thick one pretty soon. I'm fucking Roger every night and he likes me. He'll be gentle the first time he does my asshole. And after I get stretched out, he can do me for Allen and his buddies and I can pretend it hurts."

That was Joan's plan all right and it seemed likely to work. Both Kirsten and Joan loved to fuck and they were getting a lot of dick on this cruise. And both of them especially liked to fuck Roger, because his cock was so thick.

After Kirsten left I hit the shower and put on casual clothes. We were docking at Saint Martin in an hour and I was going ashore with the Nun.

I met the Nun for breakfast and we ate as the ship tied up at the dock. I had reserved a rental car and the Nun and I loaded our stuff and headed for the beaches on the French side of the island.

"Don't go to the main beach," she said. "There will be a lot of crew and passengers from the ship there. I'll show you the best beach for us."

She gave me directions as I drove and finally we reached an out of the way place I had never seen before. This was not a tourist beach. It was obviously for locals. We parked and I got into my trunks and shirt. The Nun put on her robe and carefully removed her clothing so she was naked underneath her robe.

She led me down the beach where maybe fifty naked French locals walked or lounged in the sun or swam in the gentle surf. Some of the gals looked pretty good. 

As you might expect there was also a large number of teenage guys hanging around and ogling the naked gals. Here and there I saw a teenage stud hung like a horse, who was getting ogled back by some of the older women.

We came to a section of beach that seemed to have more people. Several middle-aged women wearing robes were sitting in beach chairs. A lot of naked young guys were walking around as though they were showing off their equipment. And yeah, some of them had good equipment! What the hell was this I wondered? Some of these guys couldn't have been much more than eighteen.

The Nun turned and walked through the crowd of beach chairs. She led me to a narrow path leading back into a tropical forest that started beyond the sandy beach. Then we followed a little used path toward a small hill.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I'm not gonna get naked on a bright sunny beach, Lars. Not with this body," she said. "But I do need to get naked and I'll show you where.

She was clearly getting nervous and agitated like she always did before she exhibited her body. I had seen her this way that night before she flashed her tits at the fat guy the first time.

"Where're you gonna do it?" I asked.

She pointed ahead of us and I saw a small entrance to a cave in the side of the hill.

"What the hell is that?" The whole thing seemed crazy.

"You'll see. The French locals call it the 'Cavern of Spots' and you'll see why after we get inside. It's an exhibitionist's dream world. A lot of the people in that cave are like me. They want to show their bodies. Some others are voyeurs, there to look, and a few older gals are horny and they're there to please a young guy."

Jesus what a crowd, I thought. What is she getting me into? I ducked my head to get through the low entrance. Leaving the bright sunlight behind, I couldn't see a thing at first. Everything was black.

As we stood there and my eyes accommodated to the darkness I was able to make out a large cave about fifty feet across and roughly circular with a ceiling maybe fifteen feet high. On the far side, opposite the entrance, the cave narrowed and disappeared into the hill.

Slowly my vision improved and I saw a number of people lounging on robes and blankets around the wall of the cave. There appeared to be about two dozen couples, maybe more. Many of them had small candles burning nearby. All of them were naked. The candles provided a lot of light but the cave was not brightly lit.

Now I figured out what the Nun had in mind. She would be willing to show her body in the reduced light of this cave. It was perfect for her, like the low light she had selected to exhibit her body to that fat cigar smoker on the ship.

The air smelled strongly of pot but I only saw a few people puffing on joints. I saw no needles or other evidence of hard drugs. A few couples were talking softly to each other; some were kissing, and ... Oh My God! There was a guy getting a blowjob not twenty feet away from where I was standing!

"There's a good place," the Nun said, pointing. "You can watch what happens."

She took my hand and led me to a vacant place along the wall right next to the guy getting the blowjob. She took off her robe and spread it on the floor. I looked at her naked body. The low light was perfect for her exhibition -- no blue veins, no gray hairs in that thick curly haired beaver. Of course her huge tits still sagged but that couldn't be helped.

"Get your shorts and shirt off," she said.

I undressed and we sat down on her robe. It was difficult not to look at the guy getting sucked off. He was sitting with his back against the wall and his legs straight out on the floor. His gal was crouched down next to him on her knees working feverishly on his erect tool. A nearby candle illuminated her efforts.

The Nun leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's okay to watch them. That's why they do it here instead of at home or in a hotel. Being watched turns them on."

I remembered her words as we entered the cave: an exhibitionist's dream world. I looked back at the couple again and as I did so the guy groaned and shoved the gal's head down on his dick. He began to hump and pumped his cum up into the her mouth. She took it all, like an experienced bitch, and sat up with a big smile on her face.

Then she did the strangest thing I ever saw! Turning toward the wall she spat his entire load forcefully against the wall where it splattered and stuck as a large sticky white spot, with foamy bubbles and thick strands of creamy cum dripping slowly down the wall.

"That's why they call it the Cavern of Spots," the Nun whispered. "The walls are covered with spots."

She reached over a grabbed my cock. This place was so strange I didn't even realize I had developed a hard on watching that blowjob.

She stroked it a few minutes and then she said, "Stand up."

I stood up and in an instant she was on her knees in front of me sucking my cock with one of the most talented tongues I have ever experienced. She was making long strokes - her lips reaching my pubic hair. This was the first time she'd sucked my dick.

The gal next to us watched her closely, as though admiring her technique. I looked at nearby couples and some were watching me get this blowjob, while others ignored us as though it were routine. And, I thought, it IS routine unless it's your dick that's getting the attention.

I could feel the head of my cock being embraced by a pair of soft fleshly tonsils each time she took me deep. She grasped my hips firmly and helped me to pump in and out of her mouth. If this wasn't deep-throat, it was a damn good imitation! Not many gals had taken me this deep in their throat.

I couldn't believe this! I was in a public place getting a deep-throat blowjob from a horny, sixty-five year-old, gray-haired, exhibitionist bitch, being watched by who knows how many other exhibitionists plus some very interested voyeurs. This was more like a cartoon than sex!

But she was such a talented cocksucker that she brought me off fast. Before I knew it my balls lifted up and my juice started to flow. She took it all and swirled it around in her mouth, smiling at me. Then she spat my thick, white semen ostentatiously onto the wall, to show her audience that she had done a proper job of cock sucking.

She was trembling with the arousal caused by getting down on her knees naked and performing this sex act for strangers to watch, just as she had trembled each night when she showed her body to that fat cigar smoker. I couldn't understand it, but exhibitionists derived intense sexual pleasure from doing these things.

I sat down beside her on her robe, resting and breathing heavily. When I was able to talk I was anxious to find out everything about the Nun and Saint Martin. This was the craziest experience of my life and she was just about the craziest person I had ever met. But I liked her and I wanted to know more about her. How in the hell had she found this place?

"When did you first come to Saint Martin?" I asked.

"I started coming to Saint Martin when I was in my thirties. I was climbing the corporate ladder and could afford it then. I loved being naked in front of all those people on the beaches, but I got so turned on I'd have sex with the first guy that asked me. That wasn't good, so I always tried to find a boyfriend before I exposed myself. I'd get down here every couple of months or so."

"As I moved up the corporate ladder I lived in upscale places where it was hard to expose myself in the window, so Saint Martin was almost my only release."

"My body stayed okay. I kept in shape and I looked really good naked. I had big, firm breasts -- I wish you could have seen me then. Guys liked them a lot. I'd walk down the beach and get lots of looks. Guys staring at my breasts really turned me on. And they stared because I had big breasts and they jiggled a lot."

"But when I got in my fifties my breasts started to sag and I got a few blue veins on my thighs so I quit walking on the main nude beach. I discovered some local beaches like this one where I felt a little more comfortable, but over time my breasts sagged more and my blue veins got worse. The sunlight was brighter than I wanted."

"Some women go naked on the beach that way -- fat stomachs, sagging breasts, blue veined thighs and all. If you walk around out there you'll see a lot of them. I think they're disgusting. I couldn't do that. I wasn't gonna show my sagging breasts and blue veins to the world!"

"So you've been coming down here for years, then," I said. "How did you discover this cave?"

"Quite by accident about ten years ago. I was on this beach in a robe, trying to decide whether to expose myself. You saw those women out there near the path to this cave. Some are thinking about getting naked. Others are looking for men."

"I was horny as hell and I wanted people to see me naked, but I was getting ashamed of showing my body in the sun. I'd sit there in my robe till I got horny enough to forget about my sagging breasts and blue veined thighs and then I'd strip down and feel the thrill of people looking at me naked." 

"This horny kid came up to me as I was sitting there. He was naked and he was well ... you know."

"You mean he was well hung - hung like a stallion?" I asked.

"Well, yes, he was that and also he was very muscular. I speak French pretty well and we talked for a long time."

"He couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen. He wanted me to get naked. I think he figured I was easy ... easy ... you know."

"Easy pussy you mean?" I asked.

She laughed. "I don't know why I can't bring myself to say it that way Lars, but yes, that's what he thought I was. And it turned out that the kid was right. That's exactly what I was - about as easy as he could find."

"Well, I told him I'd get naked for him, but I didn't want to do it in bright sunlight. I told him I'd go someplace off the beach and strip down for him. I knew what would probably happen if I did that in a private place -- I'd turn on when he looked at my body and I'd be easy ... well you know."

"Easy pussy. You'd turn on and get fucked by this kid." I said. "You were what -- about fifty-five and he was maybe eighteen?"

"Yeah, that's about right. I knew that would happen if I got naked for him. Anyway he told me about a cave that was dark and I liked that idea."

"You gotta understand, Lars, that a lot of older women who come here are not exhibitionists -- they're just horny and looking for a man. Local guys, mostly teenagers, hang out on this beach because they know they can find easy ... you know."

"Easy pussy," I completed her sentence for her.

"Yeah and they know that sometimes they don't even have to ask. It's hard to believe that some of these gals get horny enough sitting there looking at naked young men, to proposition a teenage guy. But they do. The guys stand around naked and the women look them over and if they're ... you know."

"Well hung," I said.

"Yeah. Then the gal will just grab the kid by the hand and lead him up to this cave."

"So you came up to this cave with that kid?"

"Yeah I did. That kid probably brought me up here to get his kicks having a horny old broad perform fellatio in front of a bunch of people in the cave. He probably figured I'd do it to please him so he'd take me back in the cave for intercourse. Well he figured right! That's exactly what I planned to do."




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 07



"I did it to please him so that when I got horny after showing those people my body I could enjoy intercourse with him after I fellated him. But to my surprise, it turned out I discovered something else."

"Up until then I'd just shown my naked body. But that first time, I discovered that if I got down on my knees and fellated a guy in front of people, it turned me on even more that just showing myself naked."

"So I kept coming back, usually with a guy I knew, but sometimes I was horny enough to look for a guy on the beach -- I mean even ... even a teenage boy if he was ... well, you know."

"How many spots have you put on these walls?" I asked.

"The first spot was that kid about ten years ago. Since then I've put dozens on the walls. I'd have put a lot more but it's hard to find the right man -- a safe man. I really don't like to get so desperate that I proposition one of these teenage kids -- but ... but I have done that and ... well ... I still do it if I get horny enough."

A guy nearby said something in French. I turned and saw an older woman in a robe and a naked young guy enter the cave and stand at the entrance to get their eyes adjusted.

I nudged the Nun, and told her to look.

The couple walked over to a vacant space and she dropped her robe and stood there naked. The first thing I noticed was her skinny ass. The second thing I noticed was that the kid was hung like a stallion. The kid leaned back against the wall and she got down on her knees and started to suck him off.

"Jesus," I said. "He can't be much over eighteen and that bitch is at least sixty."

"That's not unusual in this cave," she said. "I've seen it often. As I just told you, I started out that way. A lot of teenage guys hang around waiting for some old broad to proposition them. Of course not all of the gals are old. Many of them are in their forties, horny because hubby ignores them and they can't find a boyfriend."

This was an incredible place I thought. No wonder these teenage guys hang out around here. Talk about easy pussy. If I'd had this opportunity when I was in high school I'd a-fucked myself to death. And some of these gals are in their forties -- probably some choice pussy looking to get serviced -- I remembered how horny Kirsten was.

And hell! When you're eighteen and getting properly sucked off, the age of the bitch doesn't matter - just close your eyes. And you can also close your eyes when you fuck her, if you want to. Jesus! What a place!

As the Nun and I watched the old gal blow the kid, she said, "I always have fun trying to figure out each relationship."

"Relationship?" I asked.

"Yeah. Is she just a horny old gal who needs to have intercourse? Or is she an exhibitionist like me, who enjoys getting down on her knees and performing fellatio in front of an audience, or is it something else. This is probably just the usual relationship, but sometimes it's more interesting than that."

"What's the usual relationship?" I asked.

"She's wearing a wedding ring," she chuckled. "The most likely thing is that her hubby is sitting outside on the beach reading a book with his useless appendage soft and limp. She needs to get serviced and hubby can't or won't do it, so she finds this horny young kid and propositions him, or maybe she knows him and she uses him regularly."

"Hubby knows exactly what she's doing and he lets her do it. She brings the kid in and fellates him and after she puts his spot on the wall she's gonna take him back in the cave to a place where she can enjoy the pleasure of that muscular young body between her legs. It's kind of a trade off -- she pleases him and then he pleases her."

"That's the usual thing. What's the unusual thing?" I asked.

"Like that French guy over there just said when they walked in. He spoke French so you didn't understand him. He said 'grandmother and grandson' -- she's somebody's grandmother for sure and she might even be his. The French sometimes do that."

I looked back at Granny on her knees with her skinny ass pointed at the audience. Her tits were hanging down and flopping wildly as her head went rapidly back and forth sucking off the kid. I remembered Kirsten saying that the Nun probably had tits that looked like pancakes. The Nun had full, heavy tits but Granny had pancake tits. 

The kid was holding Granny's head with both hands and he was humping and fuckin her in the mouth. But she was taking that massive organ like a trooper, even though she couldn't get much more that the head of his dick into her mouth. Finally the kid pumped his load and Granny looked up and smiled at him. Then she leaned toward the wall and spit, to put his spot there.

I watched Granny get up off her knees and lead that kid by the hand to the back part of the cave, carrying her robe.

"That was quick," I whispered to the Nun.

"Young guys are always like that," she responded.

It sounded to me like she was speaking from experience -- a lot of experience!

Then with a chuckle she whispered, "Are you rested yet?"

I chuckled back. "Okay you horny bitch. Where do we do it?"

She got to her feet and pulled me up. She picked up her robe and I got my shorts and shirt. Then she led me back in the narrow part of the cave where there were fewer candles and it was a bit darker. There were several places almost like alcoves that offered, if not privacy, at least room to fuck without having people stepping over you.

We passed a couple fucking and grunting and we paused to watch. Next to them was another couple fucking and whispering to each other in French and laughing.

There was another couple fucking just ahead and it was Granny and that kid. Granny was on her back, legs wrapped around the kid, arms pulling him close. She was pumping that skinny ass of hers hard and fast. Granny had her head arched back, her eyes clinched tight in ecstasy, and she was grunting like an animal.

"Stop a minute," I whispered to the Nun. "I want to watch this."

The Nun chuckled. "She's getting what she brought him in here for. And after fellatio she gets a bonus - that kid will last a lot longer."

Granny was lifting her skinny ass up and grunting every time she took him deep. The kid was pounding that elderly pussy as only a young stud can and I remembered how well hung he was. Like I figured the kid had his eyes closed -- he wasn't looking down at that gray haired bitch.

We walked a little further and saw a naked couple picking up their blanket. She was an attractive young gal and he was young also. I began to play the Nun's game in my head. Why were they here? Exhibitionists? Voyeurs? Or was this just a convenient place to fuck. Neither of them looked like they would have much trouble finding a partner. Probably they met on the beach and the cave was convenient.

"They're finished and about to leave," the Nun said. "That's a good place -- let's wait."

In a few moments the gentleman, whose pecker was now soft and satisfied, took his naked lady by her arm and they walked away carrying their blanket. The Nun spread her robe where they had been laying and she lay down on her back.

"You're right Lars. I am horny -- very horny. Giving fellatio in public is extremely arousing for me. It happens with every guy I fellate here -- it makes me horny as hell. Make love to me."

I lay beside her and kissed her and fondled her breasts. Then I moved my hand down her belly and stroked her clit. She had a very large clit and I figured that all her life she had masturbated after exposing herself. Her pussy was already dripping wet. She was ready to fuck. I rolled over and she spread her legs, reached down, and guided me into her.

As we started to fuck I saw a couple coming from deeper in the cave. They looked down at us. Pausing casually they watched us fuck and spoke softly to each other in French. The Nun saw them watching us. She pulled me closer and I felt her body tremble with excitement. This bitch really enjoyed being watched!

She had positioned her hips so that her clit was being stimulated and she kept up a steady and powerful hump. This was one experienced bitch. She liked to fuck and she knew how to position her clit for maximum stimulation. She did it this way every time I fucked her missionary. When she did me cowboy she had even better control of how her clit was stimulated.

I looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and her expression was one of intense pleasure -- she was headed for her private nirvana. She never grunted when she fucked -- maybe ladies don't grunt. I hadn't fucked enough ladies to know.

In spite of her extreme arousal, she didn't hurry. It was a long and leisurely and luxurious fuck. It was well over ten minutes before I felt her begin to hump faster and harder. Then her contractions began and she moaned softly as her orgasm captured her consciousness. It was a nice long orgasm and that sixty-five year-old pussy still had strong muscles.

I fucked her faster and pumped my load a couple of minutes later. I lay in the saddle, both of us breathing heavily. Her legs, which had gripped me tightly when we fucked, were relaxed and spread out, obscenely wide, on the robe.

She looked up at me and whispered, "There's absolutely nothing like the feeling of a man between your legs. His smell and his muscles and his roughness and what I feel down there cannot be replaced by anything I know."

"That's the reason," she continued, "that a woman will do anything she has to do to keep a man pleasing her. That's the reason that grandmother back there got down on her knees in front of an audience and fellated that teenage kid and spit his semen on the wall -- so he would crawl between her legs. That's the reason I have done the same thing myself with a kid like that more times than I want to remember."

The she said softly, "Thank you Lars, for giving me this incredible pleasure."

"I enjoyed it too," I said. "I always enjoy your body."

Then I rolled off of her and she put her legs back together primly.

"We have to go back to the ship soon," she said. "This has been such a wonderful day I wish we could do it again. Do we have time to sit on the beach a little?"

"We have time for that," I said.

I could feel the Nun getting anxious and I was not sure why. Finally in a soft, timid voice she asked me a question.

"Lars, your ship will be in Saint Martin several times during your next tour, three months from now, won't it?" 

"Yes it will," I said.

"If I flew down here and got a hotel room, could you ... I mean would you ... join me for the day?" 

She was very nervous asking this question and I could tell she was afraid I might say no. She quickly continued.

"We could do whatever you wanted ... anything. I mean ... I'd do anything you wanted me to do. We could stay at the hotel or we could come here and you could watch me expose myself."

Then she chuckled and said, "I'd put another spot on the wall if you wanted me to. And afterward you could bring me back to this part of the cave and use me."

She waited nervously for my answer. I liked her and I enjoyed fucking her and I was glad she wanted me. She was a very nice woman -- dangerous sometimes -- I laughed to myself remembering her getting naked on the ship's deck. I wouldn't want to try that again.

"Of course, I'll meet you in Saint Martin," I assured her. "Any time I'm here. And you can put my spot on the wall if you want to. This has been a wonderful day. Although my next tour in the Caribbean is three months away. I hate not seeing you for three months."

I meant what I said. I liked her.

"Well, it might not be that long," she said.

She paused for almost a minute and finally said, "Lars, I have something to tell you that you must keep absolutely secret. You're going to be proposed for promotion -- a ship of your own."

"Your Captain is moving up in the system. He thinks I'm a real bitch but he's scared to death of me and I like that! I want to keep him scared because he's really good at what he does and he deserves promotion. You could take his place."

I was stunned. A ship of my own! But I could not tell a soul, even Kirsten. I'd like to tell the Captain of course, but I dare not do that.

"There will be three or four interviews," she continued, "so you'll have to fly to Miami from Bergen every few weeks. You and I might even get a chance to fly down here -- very discretely of course -- enjoy the cave, and put some spots on the wall."

"I really need to expose myself Lars. If I can't do that at least every few months I get nervous and careless and almost sick. These last few days have been necessary for me. I'll make it through the next couple of months easy now." 

I didn't quite know what to say. I really enjoyed fucking the bitch and, more than that, I enjoyed her company. I pulled her closer and kissed her softly.

I looked at my watch. "It's about time to go. We can sit on the beach a while before we head back to the ship," I said.

She stood up and reached down to pick up her robe.

I took her hand and said, "Pose for me and show me your body."

She smiled and stood erect in the same proud posture as that night the fat man ogled her nakedness.

"Without my spikes my legs don't look as good" she complained.

I looked her up and down imitating a leering voyeur.

Then I said harshly, "Show me your tits bitch!"

By now she knew instantly when I was kidding her. She laughed and placed her hands behind her head, pulling her shoulders back. Her tits lifted up and her body looked fabulous in this dull light.

I placed my hands on her thighs and caressed her. Then I slowly slid my hands up to her hips, around to cup her butt, then to her waist and, finally, I reached those huge tits. I fondled them and played with them and jiggled them playfully. Her big nipples got hard and tight like little rocks. She kept her hands behind her head and smiled as I played with her body.

"You are a genuine bastard Lars!" She said, as I bounced her tits up and down. "You should be ashamed of the vulgar way you talk to me! If I spend enough time with you, I might start using some of the same dirty words you do. But I'll take that risk."



I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 08



My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for over two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck till she started taking hormones and got real horny in her late forties. 

I've been working on cruise ships since I finished college and I'm second in command of a really nice ship on the Seabourn line. I cruise for three months and spend the next three months with my wife Gro at our home in Bergen.

Kirsten is also fuckin a young stud - a twenty-four year old Lieutenant and lately she's been fuckin some of his buddies too. She kept that pussy real private for twenty years but now it looks like she's taking it public.

She's having a lot of fun with these young studs but she got scared when they started talking about wanting to watch a black guy do her. She asked for my help and I'm helping her along with a new girlfriend of mine, Joan. 

I met Joan on the last cruise. She's fifty-five years old but she's still a damn good fuck, and when I shared her with a black steward Roger, she liked it. She likes to do black on white as much as I like to watch it, so Joan's helping Kirsten learn about black guys. Joan was having so much fun she didn't get off in Miami. She stayed on for this cruise.

When we turned around in Miami five days ago, we picked up a real bitch that happens to be CFO of our company. The Captain is scared to death of her and he ordered me to take care of her. She was sixty-five years old and horny! It turned out she needed a man and I got the job because the Captain told me I had to keep her happy no matter what it took. What it took was my dick!

Her name is Sheila Nunn so naturally she got the nickname of "the Nun" but she does not act like a nun. She likes to flash her anatomy in front of strangers. She's an exhibitionist! She flashed a fat cigar smoker several times on deck after midnight and yesterday she had a great time on the nude beaches of Saint Martin and she was horny as hell last night.

I'm laying here in bed in the crew's quarters with a piss hard on. It's 0600 hours and Kirsten should sneak into my room any minute. I've been fuckin Kirsten in the ass to loosen her up so she won't scream and bleed when Roger, our black porter from Barbados, does her for the young studs to watch. The bitch is crazy about those young dicks and she'll let Roger butt-fuck her if they tell her to.

My door eases open and Kirsten enters quickly. Smiling at me, she strips and crawls in bed. She snuggles up to me and I kiss her. I have known her since we were children together in Bergen and she is like a sister to me except, of course, I fuck her regularly now.

"I can't wait to hear about the Nun on the nude beaches," Kirsten said with a chuckle.

"She wouldn't strip in the bright sunlight," I said. "I didn't think she would. We sat there, sipping wine, and she told me how she did the nude beach scene when she was young. She looked at the peckers and I looked at the tits. It was fun, but pretty much what I had expected."

I could not bring myself to tell Kirsten what had actually happened. I just couldn't expose the Nun to that kind of ridicule. Sex in an exhibitionist cave! It was hard for me to believe it really happened. I was starting to care about her after she told me about the sad life she had led.

Exhibitionism -- the need to expose her naked body - was like a sickness that had damaged her life. It might be funny to some people but I couldn't bring myself to laugh at it any more after the Nun told me her life story -- her very sad life story! I didn't want Kirsten to laugh at her.

"I had expected something more," said Kirsten. "Okay, Lars, stretch me out."

She got in position and I did her doggie. Her asshole was loosening up a lot now and she was learning to relax with a dick up her ass. I figured she would be ready for Roger to do her in a couple of days. 

I met the Nun for a long leisurely brunch served by Roger on her veranda. She was still in her robe. I asked what she wanted to do and she said she wanted to spend the afternoon on her veranda as we had done the day before yesterday. I called Roger and had him set up the wine and cheeses she preferred. It was going to be a long, leisurely afternoon.

We sat in the shade sipping white wine and watching the bright blue ocean rush by. I was a little bit afraid to talk about what we had done on Saint Martin -- it was, for me at least, quite embarrassing. It was the Nun who began the conversation.

"Remember what you said to me sitting on the beach?" She asked.

I had said a lot of things and I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"What was that?" I asked.

"You said that I had a talented mouth," she chuckled. "Those were your exact words -- a talented mouth."

I remembered saying that. The first time the Nun had sucked me off was in the cave and she did me deep throat -- something I had never expected this dignified gray haired lady to do. It was a complete surprise.

"Well," I said, "I didn't expect you to take me that deep."

She chuckled again. "You're wondering how a sixty-five year old lady learned to do that aren't you?"

"Well, yeah I guess I am," I said.

She smiled and said, "I'm good at fellatio. Dozens of men have told me that. Why am I so good? The reason is simple -- for most women fellatio is not a turn on -- they just do it to please a man. I do it to please MYSELF. Public fellatio is a very big turn on for me -- very stimulating. In my mind I see the people who are watching me show myself on my knees, naked, humiliating myself publicly and my body is flooded with sexual pleasure. An exhibitionist's dream!"

"I'm inundated with shame and embarrassment. People are laughing and joking about my pendulous breasts swinging back and forth. I spread my thighs wide so they can look at my big vulva with my heavy, thick, labia hanging down out of my open vagina and dropping down low and getting wet from sexual excitement. It's especially humiliating if I'm fellating a teenage boy and I hear them joke about me wanting him to last longer when I spread my legs for him back in the cave."

"They can tell that I play with my genitals a great deal, and sometimes I hear them talking in French about me playing with myself and stretching out my vagina with oversized sex toys. As I hear them joke about my big, wet vagina, waves of passion sweep over me, driving me to take that big hard penis deeper and deeper. That's why I look for guys that are ... well ... you know ... that are extra large."

"When I fellate a man in front of an audience in that exhibitionist cave, as I work I keep turning on more and more and thrusting my head harder and harder to drive that rigid organ deeper and deeper until it hits the back of my throat. I have no gag reflex at all. I derive such enormous pleasure from public fellatio that I simply don't gag when a big hard penis goes all the way to the back of my throat." 

"So you couldn't do it here on the veranda now?"

She began laughing almost hysterically. "You bastard! Are you asking me to fellate you here on the veranda?"

I laughed with her. "No, I'm just asking for information."

"I couldn't do it here. I'd gag. But Caryl would do it for you," the Nun said laughing. "She'd get down on her knees buck-naked in bright sunlight and fellate you right here on this veranda, if you wanted her to. Caryl always acts like a whore."

Caryl was the Nun's friend that I had fucked several weeks ago who had talked about her "enjoyable experience at sea" during a cruise on my ship. She was the reason the Nun had decided to take this cruise. Caryl and the Nun exchanged names of "safe" guys to fuck.

"Does Caryl know about your ... well ... your exhibitionism?" I asked.

"No she doesn't. She knows I like to meet SAFE men for sex, just like she does. But she doesn't know about the pleasure I get from showing my body. And the men I meet for sex usually don't know much about my position with Seabourn Cruise Line. As far as they know I'm just a horny old broad who likes to ... likes to ..."

"Who likes to fuck," I said.

"Yes Lars and if I spend much more time with you I'm going to start talking dirty like you do," she laughed.

"Well, darling why don't you try it now?" I asked.

She laughed again. "Okay, I'll try. As far as they know I'm just a horny old broad who likes to fuck!"

And then she blushed. The Nun blushed bright red.

"I blushed didn't I?" She said. "After the things I've DONE it's a surprise that something I SAY could make me blush!"

The afternoon was pleasant and relaxing. It was clear that the Nun's experience on Saint Martin had fulfilled a need that had been growing in her for several months. She repeated what she had said yesterday that the intense emotional experience of that cave would allow her to control her exhibitionist desires for a long time -- perhaps two or three months. 

It was difficult for me to imagine her going to that cave every few months for over ten years. Jesus! How many men has she sucked off? I should say men and BOYS because I think that most of the cocks she sucked were attached to those teenage kids I'd seen hanging around that cave waiting for some horny old bitch who was willing to give a blowjob to get her pussy serviced.

She'd said she had put "dozens" of spots on those walls and I guessed that over ten years the number was close to fifty! Jesus! Fifty deep throat blowjobs -- most of 'em for teenage kids who enjoyed watching a beat-up old bitch on her knees with her big floppy tits shaking like water filled balloons as she sucked him off. But that was the only way the Nun could satisfy the demon that possessed her soul.

Kirsten had asked me to meet Joan in the bar and when I left the Nun to change for dinner I headed for the bar. It was important she said. Joan was waiting for me when I got there. I couldn't believe what she planned to do. She wanted to hire Roger as their "pool guy" at their home in Palm Beach during the three months he had off. She asked me how to tell her husband.

"You're asking him to hire a live-in black man to fuck his wife in his own home?" I asked in shock.

"Well," Joan said, "I hire him to fuck me now with hubby's money and hubby knows he's black."

"That's different," I said. "Roger will be living in your husband's home with hubby paying him a salary to fuck you. No way is your loving husband gonna do that!"

"He said he loved me and I could fuck any man I wanted," she said.

"I wouldn't even ask him," I said.

"I'm gonna do it. I'm going back to my room right now and ask him. You wait here. I'll be back."

With that she got up and left. I signaled the waiter for another Knob Creek. I had an hour before I picked up the Nun for dinner. I had not finished that second drink before a sad looking Joan entered the bar and rejoined me at the table.

"You were right," she said. "He said I could fuck Roger anywhere I wanted except in HIS house. He was not gonna pay a guy to live in his house and fuck his wife on a daily basis. He said people would find out about it. Then he reminded me of the scandal." 

"Scandal?" I asked.

"Yeah," Joan said. "Palm Beach is like a small town and everybody knows everybody else's business. This couple a half mile south of us on the beach - she was fucking her boyfriend in the afternoon a couple of times a week while hubby was playing golf. She was a good-looking trophy wife half her husband's age. Hubby got suspicious -- I don't know why - and hired a private dick." "

"Did hubby catch her in flagrante delicto?" I asked.

"In what?" Joan asked.

"That's Latin for getting caught fucking," I said, laughing.

"That's exactly how she got caught. Hubby and the detective walked in on her doing her boyfriend cowboy in the guest bedroom. Got a video. The judge viewed it several times looking for "penetration" which is legal talk that has big implications for something or other. Anyway she didn't get much in the divorce. The judge wanted to keep the video for further study."

"I'll bet he did," I said laughing. "So that's the end of Roger?"

"Oh no," said Joan. "Hubby says I can fly him up and put him in a motel in West Palm any time I want to and then "go shopping" in the afternoon as much as I want to. I just can't fuck him in our house while hubby is trying to read the newspaper."

"You have a remarkable husband," I said.

"Yeah," Joan said. "And he's flying back from Barbados -- business that can't wait - so I'll have a week by myself in that big Owner's Suite."

I picked up the Nun for dinner and we did Italian, then danced, and strolled on the deck in moonlight. She was very relaxed. The change in her personality since her experiences on Saint Martin was amazing. This had been a pattern all her life. A slow build-up of sexual tension over several months, followed by extreme exhibitionist behavior that gave her a release of that tension and a couple of months of normality.

Sex was better for her also -- more relaxed and casual, less driven. But we were still fucking a lot.

Kirsten woke me up the next morning crawling in bed naked. She was excited

"Roger's gonna do my asshole this afternoon -- real gentle. You think I can take it?"

"You can if you relax and bear down like Joan has told you to do," I said.

"You wanna watch him do me?" Kirsten asked. "Joan's gonna be there."

"Yeah I'd like to watch," I said. "Tell Roger to call me with the room number."

Kirsten giggled. She was looking forward to this. She saw it as a sexual performance that would give her more control over guys -- the same way Joan used it.

"Do me rough," Kirsten said. "This is the last time I'm gonna need it from you and I'll bet you'll be glad to get back to my regular hole. And so will I! I want to cum with my pussy grabbing hold of something besides empty air."

I did her rough and she took it like a trooper. I think she's gonna be okay with Roger's thick dick if he is gentle putting it in. It will be the entry that is the problem.

Roger called me while I was having lunch with the Nun. He gave me the number of the room he had set up to do Kirsten.

"A problem?" The Nun asked.

"Not really," I said. "I have a chore to do this afternoon that will take an hour or so."

"I'll be on the veranda, watching the ocean," said the Nun.

We finished our lunch and I headed off to the room Roger had set up. Kirsten and Joan were there with Roger when I arrived. Joan had poured a double shot of vodka for Kirsten.

"It will help you relax," Joan said. "Okay Kirsten, you and Roger get naked."

After Kirsten stripped, Joan handed her a pair of spike heels.

"Put these on baby," she said. "That's the way the guys want to see you -- buck-naked, bent over with your tits hanging down and jiggling, balancing on your spikes, while you take a big black one right up your ass."

"You don't have to scream and beg him to stop this time, but you will when the studs are watching. They'll be laughing at you when they think that big cock is stretching you out, but when you pretend to turn on and beg for it they're gonna be jacking off big time. It's fun to turn 'em on so much that they jack off like high school kids!"

"Play with her tits, Roger. We gotta get you nice and hard."

Joan dropped to her knees, skinned back Roger's heavy foreskin, and started working on the head of his cock with her tongue. Roger was squeezing Kirsten's tits. He had always enjoyed playing with her body. His thick organ filled out nicely and Joan lathered him up with a layer of Vaseline.

"Okay baby, spread your legs a little and bend over," Joan said. "Keep your knees straight -- it makes your legs look better. He's gonna do you standing up. That's the way most studs like to watch a bitch take it. Now relax and bear down when he shoves it in -- bear down like you're having a baby."

Roger was very gentle. He put the head of that thick penis on her anus and gradually increased the pressure. I had to admire his control. The head of his cock eased through her anal sphincter very slowly and I could tell Kirsten was bearing down hard.

I saw that cock slowly slip in deeper and deeper until Kirsten had the whole thing up her ass. Damn! Me butt-fuckin her and her using that oversized vibrator had really stretched her out. She was taking it! She was taking the whole damn thing!

"That's a good girl Kirsten," Joan said. "Okay Roger, fuck her easy but make sure she's taking all of it. I want your whole cock all the way up her ass."

Kirsten was in no pain at all and for several minutes Roger fucked her gently -- shoving that huge cock all the way in and then pulling it slowly back out except for the bulbous head of his dick.

"How are you doing Kirsten?" Joan asked.

"I'm comfortable. He's big and he's filling me up but it doesn't hurt," Kirsten said.

"How are you doing Roger?" Joan asked.

"I'm okay Miss Joan," he answered. "Damn this is a tight asshole. It's as tight as you make yours when you clamp down on my dick. It feels real good. I'm really gonna enjoy this fuck. This is better than most pussy."

"Okay Roger," Joan said. "Fuck her just like you'd fuck a bitch to entertain some young studs."

"Kirsten," Joan said, "I want you to struggle like you're trying to get away. You're gonna be begging and screaming when the studs watch but you don't need to do that now -- just try to break free of Roger's grip."

"And Roger," Joan said, "get a firm hold on her. I want it to look like she's fighting to get away and you're holding her and raping her. I want it to look exactly like rape -- a brutal rape."

Roger reached around and took Kirsten's tits in one hand and gripped her tightly around the waist with the other. He began to play with her body as he fucked her harder, gradually building up the power of his thrusts. Kirsten was struggling helplessly in his grip. He was banging her really hard now, holding her body so she couldn't escape the pounding he was giving her.

Their bodies made a slapping sound as they came together. Roger's heavy, low-hanging testicles were swinging back and forth and slapping her in the pussy with every stroke. I'd seen him do more than one menopausal broad up the ass and this was the real thing. He was holding her so tightly that escape was impossible and she was struggling, helplessly. It was very convincing.

After several minutes, Kirsten began to grunt each time she took him deep -- grunt like a slut - but she was not in any pain. She looked over at me and winked as their bodies slammed together. I saw a smile on her face -- just like when she first sucked Roger off - Kirsten was in control and she enjoyed that feeling.

"Way to go Kirsten," Joan said laughing. "Now stop struggling and work with him -- pump your ass for him. This is where you're gonna start begging him to do it harder." 

"Okay Roger fuck her hard! She's your bitch now. All yours! Have your fun with her!"

I looked at Roger's face. His eyes were clinched tight and he was sweating. His hands were squeezing her tits. He was enjoying this fuck just like he enjoyed fucking Joan in the ass. Kirsten's asshole must be nice and tight to give him this much pleasure. Kirsten pumped her ass and acted like she was enjoying it now.

It took only a few minutes until he groaned, his huge testicles lifted up high in his scrotum, and he started to pump his load deep in Kirsten's rectum.

When he'd finished her off, he pulled his semen-dripping cock out of her. Kirsten stayed bent over and turned her ass toward me and I watched Roger's thick, creamy cum ooze out of her asshole and run slowly down toward her pussy. It was only then that I realized I had a throbbing erection!




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 08



"Look at this Kirsten," Joan said, laughing, as she grabbed the bulging cock in my pants. 

"It always turns guys on to watch a black guy butt-fuck a white woman. Even your loving Lars enjoyed watching you take that thick one. If you had pretended it was hurting you, he'd probably have cum in his pants!"

Shit! I thought, remembering how I'd turned on several days ago when Kirsten had pretended I hurt her. Why the hell are guys like that? We just are, I guess. Kirsten is gonna be just like Joan -- understanding what turns guys on, using that knowledge to get fucked, and then laughing about what bastards guys really are.

I went back to the Nun's suite. I was so horny from watching Kirsten get butt-fucked that I took the Nun to bed and fucked her twice, with the memory in my head of Roger's thick creamy cum dripping out of Kirsten's asshole. The Nun might be a gray haired old bitch with floppy tits, but when she lathered up that pussy with estrogen cream is was soft and wet and very user-friendly.

We enjoyed the afternoon drinking white wine and watching the ocean pass us by. The Nun was sad because she had to fly back to Miami from Barbados, before the cruise was over -- like Joan's hubby she had business that couldn't wait.

We docked in Barbados early the next morning and two fancy limousines were waiting for two very important people. I watched the Nun's limo load her luggage. We had said goodbye in her suite earlier. She asked me not to be there when she went ashore. The other limo was for Joan's hubby. Joan kissed him a fond farewell.

I wondered what it would feel like to leave your wife on a ship where she was fucking a well-hung black steward on a daily basis. Poor bastard! I guess I would never know how it felt to be impotent and still love your wife enough to let her fuck other guys. He was a willing cuckold, but I was sure he didn't enjoy it the way some cuckolds do.

I had a full morning of work because Commander Ward provided a neat list of all the things he had left undone. He had assumed my duties by the Captain's order so I could devote my full attentions being at the Nun's service and servicing her had indeed been a full time job. 

On my way to lunch I saw Roger. 

"Good morning Roger," I said.

"Good morning Cap'n."

"You have plans for tonight, I hear," I said.

"Yes sir," he said with a smile. "I'm gonna do Miss Kirsten for four young studs to watch and she's gonna scream and squirm just like Miss Joan taught her. Then she's gonna pretend she likes it and beg for more. And when the studs get turned on they're gonna fuck Miss Joan and Miss Kirsten -- most of the night I'll bet. Those guys are young and strong and horny as hell."

"They're gonna pay you?"

"Yes sir. My usual $400 to do a bitch for studs to watch."

"That's a pretty good fee for one butt-fuck," I said.

"Yes sir, but I been doing a lot of butt-fuckin free getting Miss Kirsten ready for when they watch her bend over and take it."

"Is she ready?"

"She's ready Cap'n. You saw me butt-fuck her yesterday. She took it real well. I'm gonna do her again this afternoon, a little rougher when I shove it in, to make sure her asshole is nice and loose for tonight. I been doin a lot of butt fuckin on those ladies. Of course they're both real tight and I always cum," he said with a chuckle.

"Well, you do your part," I said smiling. "Don't let the studs know it's all an act. They want to think you're hurting a bitch when you stretch her out."

"I'll do my part, Cap'n," he said.

As Roger and I were talking a very attractive young redhead, arm in arm with a gentleman, walked by us. As they passed us, she giggled and gave Roger a big smile.

"Good morning Roger," she said with more giggles. "I'm looking forward to seeing you this afternoon."

"Yes mam, Miss Trish," Roger replied. "I'll be there."

The gentleman, I presumed he was her husband, seemed very embarrassed. He avoided eye contact with me and nodded briefly to Roger and then he looked down at the deck -- embarrassed and ashamed.

I put the situation together immediately -- a cuckold and his wife. We had at least one cuck on almost every cruise and Roger, as the best looking black man on board, was often the choice to service the wife. He made more money, fucking passengers, than the cruise line paid him in salary. Most of the gals he did were horny old broads, but a few were young, attractive wives of cuckolds.

"One of your satisfied customers Roger?" I said with a chuckle.

"Yes sir," said Roger. "I been doing her for him to watch every afternoon since the cruise started. She's very satisfied and so is her husband. They're in one of the big expensive suites forward and she rolls the dice for him in the casino. He says she brings him good luck."

"What is he paying you to do her?" I asked.

"My usual $300," said Roger, "plus $100 if I bring her off."

"And you always bring her off?"

"Yes sir. Always. I do her missionary and it only takes a few minutes with her a-gruntin and a-goanin while she pumps her ass real hard. She makes a hell of a lot of noise. But she's got a beautiful young body and she likes it played with. So before I fuck her I play with her body while her hubby plays with his dick. She giggles and laughs the whole time, but she gets real serious when she fucks. Closes her eyes tight and works up a sweat pumping."

"While we're fuckin, her hubby sits on a stool at the foot of the bed looking up between her legs and jacking off. He gets close enough to smell it. He says he likes to hear the wet, squishy sounds a happy pussy makes when it's getting what it needs."

"Does he eat that happy pussy when you're finished with it Roger?"

"Yes sir, he does," said Roger. "His face is between her legs the minute I pull my dick out. Hubby chows down and enjoys a happy meal while I'm getting dressed. She giggles and smiles and winks at me while hubby is having his lunch. She waves goodbye when I leave -- with him still down there sucking out that creamy juice.

"You like red heads Roger?"

"Yes sir. Her beaver is real hairy and just as red as the hair on her head. That's the first red haired pussy I ever fucked. Let me ask you something Cap'n. Are red headed women hornier than blonds?"

"I don't know, Roger, I never gave it much thought. Why do you ask?"

"Because that's the horniest white woman I ever fucked. She asked about me doing her twice a day. Maybe it was just talk but it sure turned on her husband. He got a big hard on when his wife told me how much she enjoyed fucking me and asked me to fuck her more often."

"Why don't you do her twice?"

"I got other ... how do you say it sir ... other responsibilities - Miss Kirsten and Miss Joan. You want to do her?" Roger asked.

"What's her name and how old is she?" I said with a laugh.

"Her name is Trish Faulkner. She said she's twenty-four and her husband is thirty-something," Roger replied.

"That's a little young for me," I said.

"It's real good pussy Cap'n -- young and tight. And her body is real nice," Roger said shaking his head and smiling.

Then he added with a sly chuckle, "And I know you're not gonna be busy tonight."

Roger was right. The Nun was gone and the other two women I was enjoying on this cruise were busy with young studs half their age. Why not? And besides, I hadn't fucked a twenty-four year old since ... since ... well, since I was twenty-four!

"All right Roger you persuaded me, but I don't want her husband to watch. Tell her I'll meet her in the bar tonight after dinner," I said.

"Yes sir," Roger said with a big smile. "It's quality pussy, Cap'n. You won't be disappointed, sir."

Roger walked off toward the stern and I stood at the rail looking out at the port of Barbados and remembering my adventures with the Nun. Several minutes later, looking astern, I saw Roger talking to Trish and her husband. 

Trish was nodding her head and giggling. Her husband was listening to what Roger was saying. Then he turned and looked directly at me and then he dropped his head and stared at the deck.

Jesus, I thought, that poor helpless bastard! Here's this black steward telling his wife that the officer a few feet away wants to fuck her. And his wife is nodding her head and saying that she wants to fuck. Shit! No wonder that poor, humiliated cuckold is staring at the deck.

Oh my God, they're leaving Roger and walking toward me! She's walking this way smiling and giggling and holding out her hand.

"Good morning Captain Bach," she said. "I'm Trish Faulkner and this is my husband Brian. Roger tells me you'd like to buy me a drink and take me dancing this evening and show me ... well, you know ... show me a little ... shall we say ... hospitality."

"Call me Lars," I said.

Brian said nothing, put out his hand, and I shook it. He had a weak handshake -- no surprise. In my head I was trying to figure out what made this poor cuckold husband tick. That was gonna be hard since I didn't know what made ANY cuckold tick!

"Brian likes the casino, so he'll be there all evening -- at least till midnight. Right Brian?" She said and looked at Brian who was staring at the deck.

Brian said nothing.

Trish repeated in a strong voice, "In the casino until midnight! Right Brian?"

This time Brian looked up, stared briefly at my face, then turned to his wife and said, very weakly, "Of course dear. Till midnight." Then he looked back at the deck.

Jesus I thought, she just told her voyeur-cuckold husband that she was gonna fuck this officer that she had just met and hubby was not gonna get to watch. She would be fucking until midnight and hubby would have to stay in the casino. And the poor bastard just says, "Of course dear."

Then she rubbed salt in his wound.

"I usually roll the dice for my husband in the casino," she said brightly. "He says it brings him luck. But it looks like I'm the one who's gonna get lucky tonight!"

Then she giggled, punched her husband with her elbow, and said, "Doesn't it Dear?"

Her husband looked up from the deck, nodded and said, softly, "Yes Dear."

Jesus! The poor bastard! It was like she was kicking him in the balls for the fun of it. Humiliating him right in front of the guy he knew she was gonna fuck. But she wasn't finished with him yet.

"You don't mind if I get lucky tonight, do you dear?" She said in a sweet voice with another giggle.

Her husband said nothing and kept staring at the deck.

"Do you dear?" She said in a firmer, louder voice with no giggle.

Hubby mumbled something, still staring at the deck.

"I didn't hear you darling. Speak up!" Trish said in a voice like a mother to a misbehaving child. 

Her poor husband looked up from the deck and stammered, "I ... I don't mind if you get ... get ... lucky tonight ... dear."

"Then thank the Captain for offering me his hospitality."

It was a command, not a request. The bitch had hubby by the balls and she was squeezing hard -- making him thank the guy who was gonna be fuckin his wife.

He looked at me with the expression of a thoroughly defeated and humiliated man and spoke in a very soft voice.

"Thank you Captain. Thank you for ... for ... taking care ... of ... of my wife."

Trish gave a satisfied smile and turning to me she asked, "How should I dress?"

"I won't be in uniform. I'll dress very casual," I replied.

"Do you have any preferences for what you want me to wear?" She asked, with a coy expression and a giggle.

Her husband having been properly disciplined she was giggling again. Well, play her game, I thought. Kick hubby in the balls! Maybe he likes it.

"I like spikes, the taller the better. I like miniskirts, the shorter the better. I like cleavage, the more the better. And I HATE pantyhose!" I answered.

I could see her husband tremble. It was the tremble of sexual arousal. Any cuck would delight in watching a stud take that outfit off his wife's body as he stripped her down to fuck her. I realized that Trish was talking to her husband this way to increase his arousal. She was teasing him in front of a man she was going to fuck and it was turning him on.

Trish giggled and nudged her hubby with her elbow. "You can watch me put those things on honey, before you go to the casino."

And then with another giggle she rubbed more salt into his wound.

"Of course," she said with a coy smile, "I won't be wearing that outfit when you get back."

I looked again at her husband who was staring at the deck. His wife had just told him that he could watch her don a sexy outfit but the officer standing next to him was gonna take it off of her as he stripped her down before he fucked her. I looked at his crotch -- the poor bastard had a bulging erection! Thinking about me fucking his wife had turned him on!

Trish looked down very obviously at her husband's crotch and then smiled at me and winked. Clearly she knew how to do what he needed. She put her hand gently on his arm.

"I'll be in the lounge, darling," she said sweetly. "It looks like you need to go back to our room for a few minutes to ... well ... to take care of yourself."

Then she looked at me, giggled, and winked again. 

"Lars," she said, "will you join me in the lounge for some coffee, while my husband does ... well ... while he goes back to our room and does what he needs to do?"

Then she laughed loudly as her husband walked away, humiliated by his own sexual arousal, which she was openly joking about with a man he knew she was going to fuck. I had no doubt that hubby was going back to their room to masturbate and his wife was laughing at him because she had gotten him so aroused he had to do it.

"It's fun to tease him," Trish said to me as we headed for the lounge. "He gets so turned on he simply loses control."

After coffee I headed for the bridge. I had to resume my regular duties since the Nun had left the ship. I was sure Commander Wade was immensely relieved that I would be working again.

I walked into the bar at 2000 hours and found Trish sitting at a corner table, smiling at me as her eyes followed me the whole way. She had a drink in front of her.

"It's good to get that uniform off," I said, sighing with relief.

"You looked so handsome in it," she said and giggled.

I surveyed her outfit. Spikes as requested -- at least four inches. Cleavage as requested -- a lot. Miniskirt as requested -- most of each firm young thigh was showing. The clip of her garter belt to her hose was barely, but tantalizingly, visible on her left inner thigh. She showed the merchandise to perfection -- and it was quality merchandise.

She was watching my eyes look her over and when I got to her tits she bent over just a little, but enough to show me a rim of nipple on each breast peeking out of her bra. Her breasts were large and firm -- quite a change from the floppy tits of the mature women I was accustomed to. Her waist was narrow and her hips luscious. But what caught my eye every time I looked at her was that flaming red hair.

I undressed her in my mind and the red beaver was the thing that I wanted to see the most. Twenty-four years old! And this morning I had said a fond goodbye to a sixty-five year old woman with gray hair in her beaver. The life of a sailor was sometimes -- not always -- but sometimes very exciting.

I signaled the waiter who recognized me and nodded his head.

"Tell me about yourself," she said.

I gave her the short version of my life story and she nodded with interest, as I told her how I had joined Seabourn shortly after it was founded in Norway in 1987. What had been a giggling bimbo asked several perceptive questions as she learned more about me.

"So neither you nor your wife have any ... well ... expectations for the three months you are apart?" She asked. It was a very unusual question for a bimbo.

"We simply don't talk about it. I have no idea whether she gets laid or not and she probably thinks that I get laid if the need arises," I said simply.

She nodded and looked over at the usual collection of well-dressed blonds nursing their drinks at the bar. Then she chuckled.

"There seems to be ample opportunity to satisfy any need that might arise during your long months at sea," she said.

"Ample and always eager, but they're not twenty-four years old," I replied, with a chuckle. "It's my turn. Tell me about yourself."

I was starting to think that the bimbo appearance was just that -- an appearance. This gal was young, but certainly no bimbo.

"Well," she said, "where do I start? High school in a tiny suburb of Boston, that you never heard of, and then to Smith where I got my BS from the Picker program."

My brain almost exploded! Smith was a top women's college and Picker was one of the top engineering programs for women in the United States -- famous around the world for the women who trained there.

"Engineering?" I asked weakly, with the sound of disbelief in my voice.

"Oh you've heard of Picker!" Trish said smiling. "That's right, of course, you must have done engineering in Norway to get you naval commission. Where did you do it? Let's see, you grew up in Bergen. Did you go to Trondheim?"

Shit! I was thinking I was about to fuck a sexy, young, giggling bimbo and suddenly I find an engineer who figured out where I went to engineering school by knowing where I grew up. And she's married to a voyeur cuckold and she's fucking a big black steward! Jesus I need to know more about this gal. What the hell gives?

I was almost stuttering, "Yes at ... at Trondheim. But how did you get from Picker to ... to ... well to ..."

"Let me finish that for you," she said with a chuckle, "to being married to a rich cuckold and fucking a big black guy for the cuckold's entertainment. That's what you really want to ask isn't it?"

"Well," I said haltingly, "how ... how did you get to where you are?"

Trish smiled, then, turned somber, and asked, "When a man drops to the bottom, if it's not drugs or booze it has to be ..."

She paused and I answered, "A woman!"

"And," she continued, "When a woman drops to the bottom, if it's not drugs or booze it has to be ..."

"A man," I said. "So it was a man?"

"Not just any man," she said. "It was a man much too painful for me to think about, a man I'm working very hard to forget, and a man I choose not to talk about. Make up the worst story you can imagine and mine is even worse."

She paused and sipped her drink, looking off into space, sadly.

Then she continued brightly, "So I decided to get away from everyone I knew for a while and make a little money in the bargain. I decided to forget who I was and wanted to be for three or four years. So a year and a half ago I married Brian Faulkner -- no relation, by the way to ... well that doesn't matter."

Then she laughed and said, "Brian Faulkner! I'm the fourth wife. I'll last three years tops. I will leave him like the others with three million dollars -- guaranteed by the pre-nup if I stay with him for three years. That works out to a million a year if you can still do your math."

"And every once in a while, rarely," she continued, "I meet a man like you and enjoy a brief vacation from my present life."

I just sat there numb. Not knowing what to say. My expression must have conveyed something to her.

She quickly said, "But don't worry. I still want to fuck! Actually I need to get fucked every now and then without that perverted little son of a bitch staring up between my legs. Get me another drink, please."

I signaled the waiter and drinks appeared almost instantaneously. Seabourn was famous for its service.

She sat silently for a minute and then asked softly, "I can be the bimbo or I can be me. Which do you prefer?"

"Does it affect the way you fuck?" I asked.

She laughed loud and long. "I'm always a bimbo when I fuck!"




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 08



"Then," I said, laughing with her, "be yourself when we're alone and a bimbo in front of witnesses and of course in bed. I kinda like the bimbo -- you do it very well. But tell me Trish, who is this guy and how the hell did you meet him?"

"His mother went to Smith and she is a big donor -- goes to all the events. His father is filthy rich -- made his money in paper. I don't know how the hell you get rich in paper unless you print money on it. His older brother is VP and will take over the company. And Brian? Well Brian has an 'identity problem' and needs to 'find himself.' So he travels around the world looking for himself and gets married to one gal after another. I'm his fourth."

"How did you meet him?" I asked.

"His third wife was my classmate at Smith. She told me about him right after ... after ... well that's not important. Anyway I was looking to get away from it all and her divorce was being finalized so she sent me to her lawyer to do the pre-nup and then introduced us."

"Before you married him did you talk about what you would do?"

"Of course. We have a deal. When we travel I fuck guys so he can watch. And I can fuck any guy I want to without him watching if I tell him the details later, while he masturbates."

"So you just travel?" I asked.

"Oh no. We take cruises and vacations around the world but we spend a few months at home in between. He never fools around at home. Only on vacations with guys like Roger and waiters, and bartenders - those kinds of guys. He approaches guys he thinks are studs and offers to pay them to fuck me so he can watch. After this cruise we'll go home for a couple of months."

"And you fuck all these guys?" I asked.

"Of course. That's the deal we have." Trish said. "That's why I'm getting the three million dollars when we divorce."

"So you're kinda like a high priced hooker?" I asked laughing.

Trish laughed. "Close but no cigar, because the guy that pays the money doesn't get to spread my legs -- he just gets to watch other guys spread 'em."

"Do you fuck your hubby?" I asked.

"I try, that's part of our deal, but he's got a problem. Premature ejaculation," Trish said with a chuckle. "He gets it up -- he's got a nice sized dick actually -- but when he starts to put it in, his juice just squirts out on my beaver and he gets soft."

"But he masturbates a lot -- six or eight times a day," she said. "He wants me to talk to him about sex while he masturbates. It's easy to turn him on and it's fun to watch him pound that thing. Sometimes I make him do it two or three times one right after another."

"You saw him get a hard on when I talked about sex this morning. He went back to the room and masturbated. He masturbates when we're at home and he can't hire a guy to fuck me."

"Is he gay?" I asked.

"Oh no. He's just a chronic masturbator who can't keep it up with a woman. I keep him stimulated by letting him watch."

"Jesus!" I said. "Do you enjoy fucking guys for him to watch?"

"You mean do I have an orgasm?"

"Well yes," I said, remembering Roger's description of how horny she was and how hard she pumped her ass to cum. 

"No. I don't cum, but I'm pretty good at pretending. Having an orgasm is not part of my deal with hubby, but I figure he likes to watch me cum so I try to be convincing. And besides, it makes the guy fuckin me cum faster and most guys can't tell the difference anyway."

I remembered Joan saying the same thing. Kirsten thought that was funny. Then I wondered if any gal had ever fooled me. Probably.

The waiter had been watching our glasses and bringing us drinks and we were on out third. I figured it was time to dance.

I took her down one deck to the dance floor. Watching her walk was really something -- the way her hips moved and the way those spikes showed off her legs. I couldn't wait to get her naked.

She saw me looking at her and said, very seriously, "You don't have to undress me here, Lars. I'm gonna do that for you later."

Then she threw her head back and roared with laughter. I had to join her.

She smiled and said, "Your eyes just told me how nice I look. Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you."

After our drinks arrived I took her onto the dance floor. She molded herself to my body as we danced and put her pussy on my thigh like all gals do when they want to fuck. She was horny!

She whispered tenderly in my ear, "Thank you baby. I'm so glad you wanted to fuck me. A new guy is always nice and it's nice to fuck with nobody watching. I'm very grateful to you for wanting me and I'll try to be as good as I can be for you - just tell me what you like. I'll do it."

This was going to be a very good evening!

"Walk me around the deck," she said. "There is a beautiful moon tonight."

We walked the deck hand in hand like young lovers, except she was the one who was young. The moon was indeed beautiful and the sea calm and the sea breeze balmy. Cliché -- but beautiful. We stopped to kiss from time to time and I played with her ass. It was tight and firm -- not soft and flabby like the usual menopausal ass I was accustomed to.

After a complete circle of the ship, she led me to her luxury suite and poured me a glass of white wine. We went out onto the veranda and sipped our wine looking at the sea.

"You're the first regular guy I've fucked in four months," she said. "I'm out of practice doing normal stuff. Tell me what you want."

"Normal? Maybe it's not normal but I want to sit on the couch," I said, "and sip my wine and watch you slowly strip down naked for me. I like soft music. I want you to tease me a bit before your bra comes off."

She chuckled. "I can do that," she said.

"You talk about being out of practice," I said. "Trish, I haven't seen tits younger than a half century for a long, long time. Remember that when you show 'em to me."

Trish laughed a loud and happy laugh.

"I love that! I have to hold up the reputation of my whole generation," she said.

We walked back into the suite and I poured more wine. Trish walked over to the light switches.

"How do you want the lights?" Trish asked.

"It's your body. You set them the way you think will show it off best," I said.

As I said it I thought of the Nun who knew exactly how she wanted to light her naked body. Trish adjusted the lights. Not full bright but a hell of a lot more light than the Nun would have wanted. There was not gonna be any doubt about what I was looking at with this broad!

She danced slowly to the music, rhythmically, with only an occasional subtle bump as she thrust that pussy forward. She opened the buttons on her blouse slowly and then it came off as she turned her back to me, dropping it casually on the floor.

When she turned to face me I saw her bra straining to contain a pair of full, firm tits that showed her nipple rims every time she bent over -- even a little. My hard on had long ago started to throb.

As she danced I had an ugly thought. How the hell do you squirm out of a tight miniskirt and still look sexy? Could she do that?

As if answering my question, she reached down and lifted her miniskirt up folding it just above the level where her garters fastened to her hose. It made the contrast between the tops of her hose and the naked white skin of her thighs sexy as hell. She danced a while that way.

Then another lift and fold and I saw more pale thigh and a hint -- just a hint -- of beaver hair on her inner thighs. It was gonna be a hairy beaver. Thank the good Lord. The kind of beaver I love to eat! My dick throbbed harder. More sexy dancing and then another fold and this time I saw her bikini panties with the hint of a red triangle showing through.

Finally, she unhooked something at her waist and unzipped something else and then the whole folded miniskirt just slipped down her legs to the floor and she stepped out of it. Jesus! I didn't think it was possible to get that tight thing off without squirming.

I was staring at white bikini panties with a red triangle showing through and just a tiny point of red hair growing on her belly above the top of her panties and a little red hair below her panties on each inner thigh. My face was gonna be in that beaver as quick as I could get it there.

She danced in bra, panties, garter belt, hose and spikes for what seemed an eternity. I cursed myself for asking her to strip slowly. I wanted to see it all now. My balls were starting to ache!

She began to fiddle with her bra and I forgot that pussy as I thought what those tits were gonna look like when she let them loose. I hadn't seen tits like these for two decades at least!

She unhooked her bra! But Damn! She didn't take it off. She just danced holding it together and teasing me. Jesus! My balls hurt worse!

Finally she dropped that bra and lifted her arms in the air and locked her hands behind her head in that posture that all women instinctively know makes their tits look their best. And they did! They were the firmest, most beautiful tits I had seen in years -- milky white with very pink nipples - and their whiteness was accentuated by the bronze suntan of her body.

She dropped her arms and kept dancing and I saw tits jiggle like I had only dreamed about playing with my dick in bed. Then she bumped her ass and I looked again at that red beaver that was escaping her panties above and below.

She turned her back to me and hooked her thumbs in her panties. Slowly and gently she pulled them down revealing an ass that if not perfect was so close I could not tell the difference. 

She bent over and my eyes were frozen to that perfect ass. I could see between her shapely thighs the delicate lips of her pussy pressed tightly together with the red hair of her beaver growing between her pussy and her asshole -- that was the resting place where my chin was gonna spend a good deal of time tonight.

Suddenly her panties were on the floor. I hadn't seen them drop because my eyes had been focused on her pussy. She turned to face me and stood erect in a pose that showed off her naked body to perfection -- nakedness emphasized by the milky white skin, protected from the sun by a tiny bikini. Her spike heels, hose, and garter belt made her look more naked than naked!

She smiled and asked, "Do you like me?"

I was off the couch in microseconds and on the floor on my knees with my hands holding her soft buttocks and my face buried in that thick red haired beaver! Then, cupping her buttocks, I moved my hands up her body to her waist and moved my mouth up her belly, then past her tits kissing both nipples along the way, till I got to her lips, where I planted a hot wet kiss with our tongues entangled.

As our kiss was finishing, she whispered, "I think that's a yes."

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom of this large luxury suite - she was as light as a feather. I lay her gently on the bed. 

"Get these things off me," she said snapping her thumbs in her garter belt. "Guys think they're sexy, but I'd rather be starkers."

It was fun to grant her request. There was no way that I was not gonna eat that pussy as fast as possible. Spreading her legs I began tickling her with my tongue. This gal must use her vibrator a lot and I wanted to find out where she held it when she masturbated. I suspected she had done a lot of that, given the lifestyle she described to me.

I tongued her clit lightly on both sides avoiding the head of her clit, which was sensitive in some gals. Then I held each inner pussy lip between my lips and tickled it with my tongue working down to the chinrest and back up the other lip to her clit. These were delicate young lips -- not the thick, drooping, meaty lips that hung down from Kirsten's and Joan's big loose pussies.

Then I forced my tongue between those delicate lips into her vagina and moved up from bottom to top and softly tickled the head of her clit. Her reaction was immediate. She moaned and lifted her hips. I began to work on the head of her clit gently with my tongue and she moaned again and began to hump softly. This was it! Her favorite spot to masturbate -- but she was gonna enjoy my soft, warm tongue a hell of a lot more than any cold plastic vibrator.

I tried several routines, working up one side of her clit and then down the other always starting and stopping on the head of her clit. The humping of her hips became gradually harder as did her moaning as she moved closer and closer to orgasm. I cushioned my teeth with my upper lip and pressed down firmly on the shaft of her rock hard clit to give her something to rub against.

She began humping firmly against my lip moving the full length of her clit, her moans turning into grunts as she humped. Then her pussy seemed to simply explode as she screamed with her orgasm. I thrust two fingers deep into her vagina and her contracting muscles grabbed them firmly and tightly as her contractions gave her those ecstatic feelings of pleasure.

I began to tongue her clit during her orgasm until after a very long orgasm she suddenly cried out.

"Oh no! Stop! That's too much."

And then I stopped tickling her clit and moved my body up in the bed beside her and embraced her and kissed her neck as she laid panting and recovering. She rested almost five minutes with me holding her and kissing her neck. Then, as if waking from sleep, she turned to me, whispering.

"Thank you. That's the first orgasm that I haven't given to myself in almost a year. If my husband knew how to do that, he wouldn't need a dick!"

Then she laughed.

I got up and got some wine for us and we sipped it, lying side by side in bed. Suddenly, I had a horrible thought! Kirsten always laughed at me because I could only cum twice each night. What if Trish wanted more than that? Jesus! She was only twenty-four. She was gonna want more than two fucks. I gotta pace myself. I gotta eat more pussy. What happens to that pussy if I keep tonguing it after she cums?

I rolled on my side and caressed her body gently. Those tits were something to behold. I played with them sucking her nipples. I rubbed that flat belly and that delicious butt and ran my fingers through that thick red beaver. This was firm young flesh of a kind I had not played with in decades. As I moved my mouth to her belly and started to work my way down she tried to pull me back.

"Oh no darling it's your turn to cum. Fuck me, please," she said.

"I'll do that when I get this pussy in proper shape," I said jokingly, and moved down and started work on her clit.

She made one more half-hearted protest and then I felt her hips start to hump and she began to moan softly. It was faster this time. I knew where her sensitive spots were and which techniques she liked and it seemed only three or four minutes before she was again contracting firmly on my fingers and moaning in ecstasy. I kept working on her and as before she began to plead with me to stop.

Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, I thought. I wrapped my arms around her struggling hips and continued to work on her most sensitive spot. I had to hold her hips in position with my shoulders separating her struggling thighs because she kept trying to escape.

The exquisite sensation must have been driving her mad but after almost a minute of squirming without escaping my tongue she suddenly began to pump her ass and moan even louder than before.

Her third orgasm came very fast and it was almost explosive. She screamed so loud that I was afraid someone would alert security. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers harder than before. This was her third orgasm of the night! The bitch was multi-orgasmic! I had read about it but in over a quarter century of fucking I had never encountered it.

It was a long and powerful orgasm and when she finished I quickly moved between her legs, shoved my dick into that dripping pussy and started to fuck her. Her whole body was trembling.

"That's the way I want this pussy. It's ready for me now," I said harshly. "Pump your ass baby!

She was tight! I knew Roger had been pounding this tight little pussy on a daily basis with his thick tool but he hadn't stretched her out yet. I fucked her steadily except this pussy was so tight that I felt my balls lift up long before I thought they should. It must have been her young body.

After I ejaculated I lay on top of her resting. I was so turned on fucking her that I didn't even know if she had an orgasm as I fucked her. She was breathing as heavily as I was.

She looked up at me as I lay between her legs.

Shaking her head in wonder, she said, "Four orgasms! Never in my life has a guy given me four orgasms in half an hour. If you weren't married I'd divorce my husband and give up my three million dollars and follow you around like a bitch in heat."

I lay there thinking four! Well, she must have cum while I fucked her. But I still had a lot of work to do. And I still had to pace myself.

***

My alarm went off at 0530 hours. I had slept about four hours. That little red headed bitch had almost used me up but I left her sleeping and satisfied. It took eating a lot of pussy to make that happen. Kirsten slipped through my door and joined me in bed.

"How was your night with Roger?" I asked.

Kirsten was bubbling like she always was when something she had planned went perfectly. 

"It went exactly as Joan and I planned," she said. "We used Joan's suite and it was like a regular party until Roger got there."

"Then the guys wanted to watch Roger do me, so Roger and I got naked. Then he butt-fucked me just like he did when you watched. I was screaming and begging him to stop. I was fighting to escape. It looked just like he was raping me. And the guys were laughing at me -- just like Joan said they would. The bastards thought it was funny that I was getting raped and having so much pain as my asshole got stretched out."

"But then everything got real quiet when I stopped struggling and started pumping my ass. All four guys had their dicks in their hands right away. When I started begging Roger to fuck me harder those guys started jacking off -- I mean all four of them were jacking off together like little boys while they stared at Roger and me."

"Roger pounded me hard and I was real tight the way he likes an asshole to be. Ryan was watching me getting butt-fucked, playing with his balls with one hand and jacking off with the other, and his mouth was open and he was panting. He couldn't stop staring at Roger's dick as I took that thick thing up my ass. When I felt Roger start to pump his load into me, I faked a big orgasm."

"My God! I couldn't believe it. Ryan pumped a load of cum up on his belly just as I faked my orgasm. One of the other guys had already cum and a third one pumped his load when I turned, still balancing on my spikes, and showed him Roger's cum dripping out of my asshole."

I chuckled, "That's what Joan said was gonna happen. Guy's are like that."

Kirsten said it after me, "Guys are like that. They're such proud bastards that it's fun making 'em play with their balls and jack off like high school boys."

Then we both laughed.

"Then what?" I asked.

"Roger left and Joan and me fucked all four studs. Each of us took a lot of loads. I lost count. Joan said to me later when I talked about Ryan pumping cum up on his belly, 'What a waste of semen, but it made him a much better fuck.' And she was right -- those guys were really turned on."

I got a bonus. Her asshole didn't need any more stretching so I did her regular and it felt really good for a change. Of course her pussy was getting a lot looser, more like Joan's. She'd been doing a lot of fucking on this cruise and her pussy was starting to feel more like public pussy -- big and loose.

I was back to regular duties now that the Nun had left and I needed to be on the bridge early. I hit the shower right after Kirsten left.




I Waited Twenty Years Ch. 08



I left the bridge at mid-morning and strolled down to the pool area where our guests were getting the attention of a large staff serving drinks and cooling the sun bathers off with cold sprays of water. Kirsten was circulating and interacting with our guests. I joined her and we sat down in the shade under an umbrella to talk.

"When's the next party with the guys?" I asked.

"Well, it looks like there may be a small one tonight. Two guys with me and Joan."

"What about Roger?"

"He's gonna do me again if there's a party. He said Ryan had already talked to him. It will be expensive for only two guys - Roger's charging him the full price. But the horny bastard's gonna pay it to see me get butt-fucked again. Roger says Ryan really wants to watch me squirm and scream just like I did last night."

Kirsten was laughing about Ryan wanting to watch her asshole get stretched out.

"Well, you should be ready," I said.

"I want to watch that horny bastard pump another load up on his belly," Kirsten said, laughing. "Joan says it's a waste of semen but I have fun watching him play with his balls and pound his pud like a teenage kid. The horny bastard!"

I laughed. Kirsten had a dilemma. On the one hand she enjoyed fucking Ryan's young energetic body -- on the other she resented his desire to watch her suffer sexual pain for his amusement. She was pretending, of course, but only a real bastard would enjoy watching a woman squirm and scream as her asshole got stretched out by a thick penis.

But most of all she enjoyed being in control. She enjoyed making a grown man play with his own balls and jack off like a kid when there were two naked ladies available right there for his pleasure. This was a feeling of power that she enjoyed.

But before long they were certainly gonna fuck Kirsten in the ass themselves -- one after another probably. It would save them money and they would enjoy feeling her struggle and beg and tremble in pain when they pounded her. It was gonna happen sooner or later. The bastards!

Who was I to talk? I remembered how I had enjoyed giving her pain when I butt-fucked her and I didn't know she was faking it. All of us were bastards!

Of course they wouldn't hurt her and she could take charge by laughing at their skinny dicks compared to Roger. That would be the humiliation they deserved for wanting to cause her pain, but then they might not want to fuck her. I wondered if she would do that -- Joan wouldn't hesitate.

Suddenly Kirsten said, "There ought to be a law! Dammit! Look at that bitch!"

She indicated Trish who was walking along the other side of the pool in a red bikini. The damn thing barely covered her beaver in front and her ass in back and the top was filled to overflowing with her big firm tits, which jiggled as she walked. Her red hair gleamed in the sunlight.

She was decent, but barely so. That body looked as good in her bikini in sunlight as it had looked naked last night. Kirsten was furious! I guess every woman who saw her was comparing what Trish had to her own body.

"And look at those shoes," Kirsten said angrily.

Trish was wearing heels -- not spikes of course -- but wedge heels perfect for poolside but high enough to show off her beautiful legs to perfection.

"The bitch," said Kirsten. "I'll bet she dyes that hair!"

I thought it better not to tell her that the beaver matched the hair on her head. It was hard not to laugh at her anger as she subconsciously compared Trish's body to her own.

Trish walked toward the elevators and I presumed she was headed for her suite. I had agreed to show her the engine room right after lunch and I suspected she had gone to change.

I leaned over and gave Kirsten a brotherly kiss on the cheek.

"We can't all be her age," I said, laughing. Then I headed for the bridge. Kirsten, somewhat reluctantly, resumed her duties with the passengers.

After an hour on the bridge I caught a quick lunch and met Trish at her Suite. I led her through a service door to a crew's elevator. She was dressed is shorts and a nice top that showed off her figure but was sufficiently modest to tour the engine room. We took the elevator down and I showed her some of the finest naval equipment in existence.

Trish was quite familiar with diesel electric motors, but she was impressed with the new automation and touch screen control systems. She especially liked the fact that generation of electricity for propulsion and hotel functions was no longer separate -- all the engines supplied one common electrical system.

"That makes propulsion just another power drain on one common electrical bus," said Trish. "That's a neat improvement. And if you need to shut down an engine for maintenance it's a lot easier -- you just speed up the others."

I agreed. Trish sounded like a damn good engineer. I wish I knew what drove her to her present situation -- "a man" she had said. Well I guess all men are bastards as Joan always says, but I wonder what he did to her?

"Oh look at that," Trish said. "No motors."

I looked where she was pointing. "Yeah," I said, "the electric motors are not in the engine room. They're built into pods controlled by cyclo-converters."

"Neat," said Trish.

Hardly a technical engineering term, but an accurate description for a system improvement that greatly increased efficiency and gave us more space.

We completed the tour and headed topside. As we emerged on the deck near the pool the first person we saw was Kirsten. Her expression was one of shock, then recovery, finally a sugar sweet smile and tone of voice that told me she figured I had just finished fucking Trish downstairs somewhere.

"Trish," I said, "I'd like you to meet Kirsten Jensen. Kirsten is director of Passenger Relations. Kirsten, this is Trish Faulkner. She and her husband are having a wonderful cruise."

"Hello Kirsten," Trish said with her bimbo giggle, "Lars was just showing me the engines."

"How exciting," Kirsten cooed in a silky sweet voice. "I'm sure you enjoyed the engines."

I was surprised. Kirsten was jealous! This had never happened with any other woman I had met on board. She must be resenting Trish's youth -- comparing her own body to Trish's. This was a first! I looked at Trish and she glanced at me. Her face told me she had read the whole thing.

"It was lots of fun seeing them," Trish said, again with her characteristic bimbo giggle.

"Why don't we sit over there by the pool and have a cool rum cocktail?" Kirsten said. 

Trish looked puzzled, but followed Kirsten to a table with an umbrella. I asked the waiter for a Virgin Mary and the girls had a rum concoction of some sort.

"Tell me all about the engines," said Kirsten to Trish in that sugar sweet voice.

"They're the latest diesel electric, all automated," said Trish, again with that damn bimbo giggle.

Kirsten decided to add a tidbit of her own. "Did you know that diesel electric motors were invented for cruise ships because they're so quiet?"

Trish looked at me, a slight frown on her face.

"Well Kirsten, actually electric motors were not invented for cruise ships," Trish said. 'They've been around a long time and actually started as steam electric engines and then became diesel electric. Their best application is for icebreakers, which require large horsepower but encounter a lot of shock loading hitting big pieces of ice. Diesel motors don't take shock loading very well whereas electric motors do. They filter the shock."

Trish's giggle was gone. The look on Kirsten's face was priceless.

"Is that right Lars?" Kirsten asked, looking at me anxiously.

I nodded my head.

"Otherwise," continued Trish, "they're just typical four-stroke medium speed engines with a size to power ratio that lets you save a lot of space."

Kirsten's anger and sugar sweet voice vanished. "He really DID show you the engines!"

Trish nodded, "He really did show me the engines."

Turning to me she said, "Lars, can I drop the bimbo routine with your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend," I said. "More like a sister. But yes you can drop the bimbo."

I looked at my watch. "I've got to get back to the bridge. You girls need to talk."

I headed for the bridge where Commander Ward ostentatiously looked at his watch as I relieved him. I was late. 

After my tour on the bridge I changed into a sports outfit and headed for the bar, where I was meeting Kirsten at 1800 hours. She was sitting there with my Knob Creek already on the table. She greeted me warmly.

"You bastard!" She said. "You fucked that bitch! She said you gave her seven orgasms and you would have given her more except she went to sleep. How the hell did you do that with the wimpy two loads you're able to pump in one night?"

"Thank you for your admiration of my virility," I said. "But you need to understand something. I only pumped two loads. I ate pussy for her first three orgasms and for the last two."

I went on to explain how I had worried about my limitations and I spent a lot of time eating pussy.

Kirsten suddenly started laughing. "You ate pussy pie!"

"Not exactly," I said.

Kirsten still had a big smile on her face. She said, "You fucked her twice and then you ate pussy. That's pussy pie! Pussy au naturel as the French say -- in it's natural juices."

"Not exactly," I said again. "I put my face in her beaver -- which by the way is as red as her hair -- and went to work on her clit. When I brought her off her contractions pumped my cum out of her pussy and down to her asshole and I didn't swallow a drop." 

"That's still pussy pie," Kirsten insisted. "You could taste it and smell it!"

"Maybe," I said, "but I got a lot of pussy and very little pie!"

"Are you gonna do her again tonight?" Kirsten asked.

"I am." I said. "Her hubby came back last night before I finished and sat in the living room of their suite masturbating as he listened to Trish groan and moan. He asked me to do her again tonight."

"Tell me about the hubby," said Kirsten.

"He likes to watch or listen and jack off," I said. "When I came out of the bedroom after fucking his wife, he was sitting on the couch with his pants off stroking a hard cock and holding a semen soaked towel. He had no shame -- no shame at all. He just kept on jacking off as I stood there watching his balls bounce up and down on that leather couch."

"He asked me to do his wife again the next night. Those were his exact words: 'Do my wife again tomorrow night.' And he said it while I was standing there and watching him masturbate! When I said I would fuck her again he shuddered and ejaculated into the towel."

"Jesus," said Kirsten. "That's perverted!"

"Then he asked me if he could watch me fuck her and I said I wouldn't let him watch."

"Then -- get this," I said. "Then he asked if he could watch me strip her down naked before I took her into the bedroom. Imagine! He wants to watch me strip his wife and carry her into the bedroom to fuck her, while he masturbates in the living room."

"Are you gonna let him watch you strip her down?" Kirsten asked with a giggle.

"Maybe. I'm gonna ask Trish about that. She likes to tease him and watch him masturbate."

"But I won't let him watch me fuck her," I said firmly. "Trish says she is tired of getting fucked, to use her words, 'with that perverted little son of a bitch looking up between my legs.' So I'm gonna do her and if hubby wants to sit out in the living room and listen to us fuck for hours, that's his business."

"Jesus," said Kirsten. "All you guys talk about them, but I can never understand cuckolds. I can't figure a guy who likes to watch his wife get fucked or gets a hard on when he hears her grunt as she enjoys a big one in the next room. Roger says guys pay him four hundred dollars to fuck their wives while they watch. I can't understand it!"

"Neither can I," I said. "It's just a perversion or a fetish or something that drives them."

I thought about the Nun and how her exhibitionism dominated her life. I didn't understand that any more than I understood cuckolds. But I had enjoyed fuckin the Nun for a week and I was gonna enjoy fuckin that poor bastard's wife for the rest of this cruise. Kirsten and Joan were gonna be busy fuckin those young studs, now that they had a sure-fire way to turn 'em on.

This had been an exciting three-month tour of duty and this last week was gonna be great. Kirsten and I would be on our way back to Bergen very soon. We were comfortable in bed together now and I felt sure I could take care of her needs for the next three months at home.

Suddenly my thoughts turned to me and my wife, Gro, and Kirsten and her husband, Stein. I remembered the four of us naked together in the sauna in Bergen. What might develop from that, I wondered? Then I wondered if Gro and Stein took saunas together while Kirsten and I were at sea. Well, like I told Trish, Gro and I never talked about it, but you never know what Scandahoovians might try.