1 comments/ 152701 views/ 13 favorites Yachting Woman Ch. 01 By: VictorBlum Chapter 01: The Boat After an educational spring break from high school with an older woman and her twenty-four year old daughter, Walter has had a series of interesting relationships with older women. But this one was very unexpected…a family friend. * The summer after his first year at college was now here and Walter had to keep busy and make some money. He got a job at a local company that manufactured sub assemblies for consumer electronics. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he worked in the stock room pulling materials and delivering them to the various work stations. Lunch was in the company cafeteria, where he ended up playing euchre with some of the other employees. The job was not hard and brought in some money that Walter hoped to save for his own car. It was about a 15 minute bike ride from the house on mostly side roads so it was not difficult at all. Since Walter was free on Thursdays, he had decided he would ride his 18 speed bike up to the yacht club in the mornings. That way he could clean up his father's 28 foot cruising sloop and then prepare Eric's 36 foot racer for the Thursday night race series. He had been racing with Eric on Sundays for four seasons, but this was the first year the guys were going to race Thursday nights. Eric lived less than a mile away from Walter on top of a big hill, so he could catch a ride in his truck after the race and then take the quick ride on his bike to home. Thursday morning Walter got up, made some lunch, and headed out on his bike. Even though it was a high speed touring bike, it took about two and half hours to get up to the boat, and his legs were hurting at that point. He sat in the cockpit of the boat and ate his lunch. The yacht basin was quiet, with only one visitor's boat showing anyone aboard. The sun was out and it was a great day to be on the boat, even in harbor. Walter got out all the cleaning equipment and started to scrub down the boat. After about an hour, he heard a car pull up and looked over to see Lanette wave to him as she got out of her little brown Triumph TR5. Doug & Lanette Holt joined the yacht club about the same time as Walter's family and had known them for a few years. An English couple, Doug was a very rotund individual with a full beard and a taste for good beer. Lanette was a tall woman with a beautiful face surrounded by very curly brunet hair (with just a touch of gray at the temples). She had long legs that were just short of too heavy for the rest of her slender body, just on the edge of being fat. She was really 42 but looked more like 36. She spent the summer working on her tan, usually in very short shorts wrapped on her small, firm butt and a string bikini top covering her small tits. When she was walking around or entertaining during the cocktail hour, she would wear a mesh over-shirt that still showed her body. Walter had watched her for many years, and frequently wondered what she was like in bed. Doug seemed such a mellow, low-key guy, and Lanette made no off-key remarks and was seemingly unaware of how sexy she was. Although she had never been a focus of his fantasies, she had definitely provided stimulating views for a few years. Walter continued to scrub down his boat, getting all the little dirt corners cleaned out. He was also keeping an eye on Lanette, as she was rinsing their boat off, dressed in her normal outfit of very short shorts (deep blue), a string top (turquoise), and a mesh cover shirt (black). He was definitely enjoying what he saw of her, as she was only three boats away. This was the first time that he could really look at her with no one else around to catch him, since on the weekends Doug was around, as well as Walter's family. He was disappointed when she finished around 3:30, but he got back to finishing his own boat off. He rinsed out the cockpit and washed the deck behind him as he worked his way to the dock, so he would not leave any footprints on the boat. When Walter finished coiling up the hose and putting it away, Lanette stuck her head up from the main hatch on her boat. "Walter," She called. "It's tea time. Would you like something to drink?" Tea time was the group's name for the cocktail hour. On weekends, groups would gather on someone's boat for drinks (alcoholic and soft) and snacks. Walter was thirsty, and the rest of the race crew was still more than an hour from getting here with dinner. "Sure, but make it soft." He replied with a smile. "I'm racing tonight." He walked over to her boat and she motioned for him to come aboard. She had already laid out cheese and crackers on the cockpit seat and was digging a soda out of the cooler. As she bent over the cooler, her firm butt stretched her shorts…and the young man soaked up the view. She turned and handed him a 7-Up. "Is that ok?" She asked. "That's great," He said thankfully. "If it's cold and wet you've made me happy." She turned and sat opposite him. They sat and nibbled on the cheese and talked about his new job, the bike ride here, and other stuff. While they were talking, Walter was really struggling to keep his eyes from wandering all over her body. His eyes seemed drawn to the inside of her thighs where her smooth flesh disappeared into her shorts. He kept glancing up to see if Lanette caught him looking at her crotch, and she seemed not to notice. The on-shore breeze shifted just a bit and then he got a hint of her perfume. That, coupled with the close proximity to her, really started to affect him...in his crotch! There was a definite swelling in his bicycle shorts and he knew that it would show in no time. He tried to adjust it just a touch the next time he reached for more cheese, but it was still uncomfortable. Walter finished his soda and she asked if he wanted more. "No thank you," he answered. "It will make me really need to visit the head during the race. I don't need that." Maybe it was his mention of a full bladder because Lanette suddenly glanced at his crotch, and then did a double take. Now Walter was embarrassed! She had obviously seen the growing problem that he couldn't control and was he worried she might be offended. Before Walter could say anything Eric yelled at him from his boat. He had arrived without Walter even noticing (he was distracted) and it was time to get ready. He took the opportunity to thank Lanette for the drink and snack and tried to make a quick exit. "You're always welcome here, Walter." She responded with a sultry voice, which made the young man almost trip on the dock. He went over to Eric's boat and started getting ready for the race. She locked up her boat and walked to her car while he was rigging the lines on the bow. She turned towards him and waved with a big smile. He returned the wave, pondering the signals he was receiving from her. He succeeded in putting those thoughts aside for the race. During the next Saturday the club was bustling with the usual weekend activity, but Walter would frequently glance over to Lanette anytime she was out. The weather was cool this weekend so she was wearing a long flowing white summer dress. He was never close enough during the day to see her up close, but he loved the way it swayed and flowed as she moved about. Even though it was very cool, the only wind was an on-shore breeze of only about 3-4 knots so no one was really interested in sailing. Four o'clock came and it was decided that tea time would be on the picnic tables near the Holt's boat. There were about 15 people about and Walter tried to keep his distance from Lanette while she sat with Doug, not sure if he could control his eyes or crotch if he got too close to her. But he was watching her from a distance, entranced by how she moved and smiled. Walter saw her glance his way once and smiled at her look, but quickly looked away to not show too much interest. Moments later he felt a cool touch on my arm and turn to see Lanette standing next to me. "Could you help me take the snacks back?" She asked him. "Doug and your father want another beer and I have to start dinner." Without hesitation, the young man said he would and picked up her tray of cheese and crackers while she carried her empty wine bottle and four empty beer bottles. 'If Doug and dad are going to have a third beer each, I will have to make dinner on our boat tonight,' Walter thought to himself. He followed Lanette to her boat and went below into the cabin to put down the stuff he was carrying. As he set the tray on the galley counter, she bent over to but the bottles in the trash, her smooth rear pointed directly at him. The sheer fabric slid over her well shaped bottom, quite obviously not covered by any underwear. He just stood there and stared until she straightened up. As he turned away, he realized that she was bent over much longer than it should have taken to just drop four bottles in the trash. "Let me get you two more beers for those two," she said, pointing towards the dock with her head. She moved down the aisle towards the cooler. As she passed Walter in the narrow passageway he turned sideways to let her pass. As she moved her back to him, she stopped and pressed her butt into his crotch! No word was spoken, but it was obviously not an accident. Thinking quickly, he placed his hand on her lower abdomen and pulled her tight against his hardening shaft. She wiggled her butt slightly to nestle the thickening shaft between the globes of her ass as she put a hand over his in encouragement. The moment was broken when they heard a foot step onto the dock. Lanette moved away quickly and opened the cooler to get the beers. The couple on the next boat walked past and the two looked at each other in relief that it was not her husband. "Will you be here Thursday?" She asked breathlessly. "I'll have something special for lunch if you're here." "I'll be here," he replied. Walter took the beers from her and went back to the picnic tables and gave them to Doug and his dad. He went back to his boat and sat down in the head to masturbate. The thought of finally getting in Lanette's shorts had him worked up and he jerked a load of sperm into some toilet paper. The next five days dragged on. Walter jerked off two or three times a day just thinking about what it was going to be like with Lanette. When Thursday finally arrived, he was on the bike just after breakfast and got to the boat well before noon. He cleaned the boat and looked up at every noise, anxiously waited for Lanette to show up. It was warm so he took my shirt off to get some sun. Just after 12:30 her car rolled up to her boat. She got out and grabbed her bag, then stood and looked at the young man. She looked around to see if anyone was about, then motioned him towards her boat. She unlocked it and went below and he followed her down into the cabin. She stepped aside in the galley and motioned him to pass, then closed the cabin hatch. She turned to look at Walter. She had on her normal string bikini top, this time in black, covered by her black mesh shirt. Instead of her shorts she wore a long skirt with a tropical orange print, like one would wear over a bathing suit "Have you been thinking about this all week?" she asked with a smile. "Yes," he answered. "It's been unbearable." "So that's not just a full pocket," She giggled, looking at his tented shorts. "You are happy to see me." She moved close to him; so close he could feel her breath on his chest. She placed a hand on the chest and ran it down, the middle, around the navel and down to his shorts. And then inside them where she found a hard penis. "Quiet big aren't we." She said taking the dick in hand, squeezing it. "Lanette…." "Yesssss." she answered, smiling at her control over the young man. He was silent as she moved her hand along it's length slowly, tickling the head with her thumb before she moved down the shaft repeating the action as she pressed her soft breasts against his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling his body shudder with desire for her. She kissed the middle of his chest and made her way down past his navel. As she did, she pulled his Lycra shorts down, exposing his erection. She kissed the length of the penis starting at the head and working her way down. Walter raised his head up to the cabin overhead, with his mouth open in a silent scream. The tension was building, demanding relief. Then she opened her mouth and pushed him back, forcing him to sit back on the settee seat. Walter landed with his legs apart and his shorts around his ankles. Lanette stood over young man for a moment and pulled the mesh top over her head and threw it aside. She knelt down with her head between his legs and placed the penis in her mouth. More blood surged into it and he felt as if it would explode. Slowly she started moving up and down, sucking on it as if on a straw, playing her tongue around the head before she moved down the shaft and back up, each time, pulling harder on it. He could not contain a moan she began to move faster, pulling harder with her hand around his testicles, squeezing them periodically. He felt sure that he was cumming and could feel it as it started to move. Lanette must have felt it too because she stopped, taking her mouth off his dick. He glanced down at her with a moan but she just smiled and stood, lifting the skirt she wore. Expecting her usual shorts of even a bathing suit bottom, he was shocked to see she wore nothing under the skirt. Before he could react she straddled his legs on the seat and her pussy was enveloping his erection, piercing the hot and wet folds. Her readiness betrayed the fact she had obviously been anticipating this also. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she began bouncing on him, fast and hard. Her breasts bounced inside her string top amazed him, so he came to life and reached out to untie it. The small triangles of fabric fell away and he just stared at the way her small, firm breasts swayed and jiggled. Her legs pushed against his as her body continued slamming down on his lap, harder and faster each time. A moan erupting from her throat as pleasure rushed through her, and he closed his eyes, trying to hold back the rushing orgasm. She began rolling her waist as she thrusted, creating lateral movement inside her in addition to the up and down thrusting. Her pussy was getting very hot but she kept going. He ran his hands across the butt he had admired for so long, feeling the muscles work under her soft flesh. She appeared to enjoy the caress as he squeezed it each time she came down on his hard shaft. Walter moved his hands to her hips, helping to pull her down harder each time, impaling her on his erection, loving the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his penis. Then she came down on him and found that spot inside her that sent her body trembling with passion as the climax exploded in her. Walter gasped as her pussy contracted on his shaft and he exploded inside her abdomen. She came down one more time and then it was her turn to gasp, clutching her new lover around the neck. He could feel Lanette's body shuddering, small tremors that increased and decreased in intensity until they faded. They were so subtle near the end that he might not had noticed them if she wasn't so still, merely allowing herself to be filled with his shrinking penis. They sat there cuddled for a while, until the sound of a car drive into the gravel parking lot. She started at the sound, then slipped off him and stood in the small cabin. As he watched, she smoothed her skirt and retied her bikini top. Then she smiled down at him. "Was it worth the wait?" "It was better than I could have imagined," he answered with a satisfied grin. "But now I feel like you've just wet my appetite for more of you." "You are a cheeky bastard!" She reached into a closet and handed him a towel. Walter wiped their juices from his crotch as she continued. "You seduce a married woman and you then just assume it will continue into an affair? I'm not some Liverpool whore you know!" "If I thought that, once would be enough," he said as he pulled her close. "I want to give you more orgasms." He pulled her skirt up to expose her pussy. "I want to find every way I can to give you pleasure." He moved his mouth closer to her swollen labia. "And I want to start now!" With that Walter dove into her pussy and started licking her labia and clit. His sexual mentor had taught him that the mild nastiness of licking your own cum out of a pussy was greatly outweighed by the incredible orgasm the woman would receive. Lanette grabbed onto his head with one hand while holding one of the ceiling mounted hand rails with the other. Her knees almost give way and he grabbed her ass to hold her up, and to hold her close. In just a few moments, she came yet again, screaming with her lips closed, her eyes wide as her body convulsed in his hands. Then she collapsed into the cushioned seat behind her. Walter's teenaged cock was hard again but he knew that there was no time for more. He stood and pulled up his shorts, then knelt in front of her. Kissing her tenderly, he caressed her thighs. "I would not hurt you, but the next call is yours," he whispered. She nodded and touched his face softly. Walter opened the hatch and made sure no-one would notice, then hopped out and quickly walked to his own boat to wash the smell of sex off and get ready for the race. Her car was still there when he walked to Eric's boat but she left without his noticing while they were getting ready for the race. Yachting Woman Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Orchard Lanette, a forty-two year old English woman has seduced, and been seduced by nineteen year old Walter, right under her husband's nose. They have been family friends for years, but the awakening of his hormones has caused him to see her differently. And the experience with him has changed her. * Lanette drove home, her head swirling with a rush of emotions. She knew that this sex-powered emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was too old to be harboring such feelings toward Walter. He had been a family friend for four years, and just finished his first year of college. She prayed that, somehow, she could control herself. She would not see him until the weekend, and they would not have time to be alone together then. Maybe she could put their relationship back on the level it belonged and somehow overcome her body's betrayal. But over the next few days, she found her self returning again and again to the memory of what happened in the boat. When Doug was gone during the day, she could not resist wanking at the though of what Walter had done to her...with her. She felt so guilty but wanted it so much. She knew that she would see him again Saturday. But to see him and not be able to be with him? And would Doug see how randy she was for him? The wind was up that Saturday and everyone went out sailing. Lanette managed to avoid seeing Walter except at a distance, and the activity of sailing kept her mind busy. But the wind died in the afternoon and everyone started heading in. As Lanette helped Doug tie the yacht up, she glanced over to Walter and their eyes connected. She felt the tremor in her belly as he smiled at her. Then she glanced at Doug, worried that he might notice, but he was working on his fourth beer and the subtleties of his wife's behavior were not on his radar. Everyone gathered at the picnic table for tea time and Doug had another beer, while Lanette had a glass of wine hoping to calm her nerves. In the interest of more modesty, Lanette had put a full tee-shirt on over a thin silk bra, and some nice sweat pants. As the group gathered, Lanette noticed Walter was not with the group and looked around for him. She didn't see him anywhere and was disappointed, and then she felt ashamed for being disappointed. She chatted mindlessly with others in the group, and then went back to the boat to refill her wine glass. She returned moments later with a glass of wine and sat down at the table only to realize Walter was sitting right across from her. She recovered from her surprise and smiled. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Walter's gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her T-shirt, and the nipples, which showed through unmistakably. It was impossible for Lanette not to notice Walter's preoccupation with her breasts. She realized that, given the circumstances, her choice of clothing hadn't been the best. She sensed the effect she was having on Walter, but she knew the effect he was having on her. She felt an urgent need to pee, coupled with wetness in her crotch that was not pee. She excused herself and walked up the hill to the bathroom in the clubhouse. She chose one of the larger bathrooms with a shower, pulled her shorts and knickers down to her ankles, and sat down to pee. As soon as she touched herself to wipe, the other pressing need came to the front. The next thing she knew, she was leaning back on the loo, her right hand squeezing her breasts, her left hand rubbing her needy fanny. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her because she couldn't explain how Walter could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because Doug's five-thrust slap and tickle hadn't given her an orgasm in a year other than her own wanking. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance as she approached menopause. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her will power not to jump his bones earlier. She was not going to be denied her release now. She reluctantly removed her hands from her their current pleasure, and kicked loose the shorts around her ankle. She closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her enflamed cunny. With one hand on her button and one attacking her fanny, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm. Dreamily, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, there was Walter, standing above her in the bathroom, staring intently at her. She almost screamed his name with the realization she had not locked the door, and moved to cover herself. But just then, her body betrayed her, exploding into orgasm. "Oh, sod it! It's noowww!" she whispered, closing her eyes. Her hands shot instantly back to her fanny, renewing their effort with a relentless attack. She kept up this attack as her hips thrust skyward to meet her hands. "Oh Walter," she sighed as wave after wave engulfed her, carrying her swiftly and deliberately to Nirvana. Finally, her orgasms started to subside. After several moments, exactly how long she couldn't tell, she started to regain her composure. When she finally realized where she was, and what had just happened, she opened her eyes. Walter already had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs. She tried to sit up and close her legs when she suddenly felt Walter's tongue licking the juices off of her inner thighs. She felt his soft, tender kisses moving slowly toward the heart of her womanhood. She tried once again to sit up, but Walter gently pushed her back down. She was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued its march towards her center, kissing her right thigh, gently nibbling her left, until finally reaching its goal. "Walter, what are you doing? Please stop, Walter. Not here!" His tongue dove deep inside her fanny, lapping up the juices that had only recently stopped flowing from her body. She felt the fires of lust re-igniting. "Walter? Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes, Walter! Oh please Don't stop, Walter. Eat my fanny! Oh, yes." She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was her telling him to eat her fanny in the yacht club bathroom. Oh god, it felt so good. Walter moved upwards and began sucking on Lanette's love button, sending shivers through her entire body. She clutched madly at her breasts, mashing them into her body, hissing out Walter's name. He inserted a finger into her juicy, wet cut. Then he twisted it and pressed up against her bladder, rubbing her G spot. She bucked her hips wildly as her body neared another orgasm. "Oh, Walter, I'm...now..! Oh, bloody hell....." Lanette continued to thrash on the loo as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, it was over. She had never climaxed like that before. She opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. Walter laid his head on her thigh, with her pussy juices smeared all over his face. He smiled at her, but said nothing. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh, Walter, this is so wrong." She caressed his hair tenderly and smiled at him. He stood in front of her and she gasped at the size of the bulge in his shorts. Slowly her hand wandered down to his cock, still encased in his work shorts. She reached down to feel the weight of his knackers and the desire overtook her again. She couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe she was about to take Walter's cock into her mouth. But she knew that she would. Somehow, she knew that she must. She reached for his shorts and very slowly slid them down over his hips. It was like opening a Christmas present. Then, at last, it was free, standing straight and proud before her. She discarded his shorts and raised her hands to encase her trophy. She cupped his knackers gently in her left hand, then, tenderly, stroked his rigid length in her right. Slowly, gently she rubbed him. She leaned in to kiss it, lightly on the bell-head at first, then taking it briefly into her mouth. She circled its eye with her tongue, clearly enjoying the feast before her. Walter gently stroked her hair. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Oh yes," she purred quietly. "Do you want it?" "Oh, yes." "Then take it," he urged. "Take all of it. It's yours." She grabbed his ass, one cheek in each hand, and pulled him into her. She took him as deep into her mouth as she could. She took all of him. Her tongue bathed his cock as she took him. He was already hard as stone from watching her orgasm twice and had really built up a load. In and out she took him, until finally he could take it no more. "I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh Christ, here it comes," and began pumping his sperm into her mouth. She swallowed the warm fluid and released his organ from her mouth. She lifted her head and looked up at him, seeking his approval. He smiled at her. Gently, Walter lifted Lanette to her feet. He took her in his arms and rocked her gently. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. "I don't know what's come over me, Walter. Part of me is ashamed of how daft I've been feeling, but I just can't help it," she began. "I've never so randy like this before. I feel like such a tart. But I liked it and I fancy it again. Can you understand that?" "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lanette, and nothing to explain. What just happened between us was a beautiful, erotic experience. It's a memory I'll cherish as long as I live. And I, too, want it to happen again." He grinned mischievously. "Maybe I can find out just how deep your animal passions run." "Oh God yes," she moaned, but pushed him away. "But not here. We've both been gone far too long. You had better go back now before someone misses you." She kissed him tenderly and pushed him towards the door. "Now put your willy away and make sure no one sees you leave." "I'll see you Thursday?" Walter asked as he pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt. "I'll be here," She answered. "Now go." He opened the door a crack and made sure no one was in the lobby, then quickly left and rejoined the group. Meanwhile, Lanette sat there a while longer. She felt totally barmy...an older married woman acting like a total tart, with a teenager. She had not been a pure woman when she met Doug, but she had been a good wife. Now she found Doug's large stomach distasteful and his attempts at sex unsatisfying. Walter had awakened urges in her she had forgotten. She rose up and used some tissues to clean herself "down there" and washed her face. She walked back to Doug and told him she did not feel well and needed to go home. She kept up the facade of not feeling well for Sunday and did not have to face the temptation of seeing Walter again. But again the memories of how excited she was with Walter consumed her. By Thursday morning, she couldn't wait for Doug to leave so she could wank herself just to reduce her randiness, but it didn't work. She threw on a tee-shirt and sweatpants, made a lunch for two, and got in the car. She knew about where Walter lived and what route he took on the bike ride. Maybe she would meet him along the way and they would have more time together. She saw him on the edge of the road ahead of her where the road passed through apple orchards. He was wearing those bicycle shorts that showed his muscular arse and thighs. She passed him and stopped at the edge of the road. As soon as her recognized her he jumped off the bike and embraced her. He pulled her into a long, deep kiss, and held it. Their hands started to explore each other; her hands went down his back grabbed onto ass through the spandex while one of his hands went up and pulled her head close, the other feeling her butt bare under the sweatpants. "Oh Walter," she said breathlessly into his mouth. "I need you! Put your bike in the rear of the car and let's go!" She broke the embrace and opened the back of the car so he could cram his bike into the small trunk of her Triumph. Then she handed him the keys and got in the passenger side. As he put it in gear, she put her hand on his leg and his stomach somersaulted. He was almost shaking with lust but steadied himself and slipped the car into gear. "So why did you catch me on the road" Walter asked. "Because I want you to take me somewhere where we can strip naked and you can give me another orgasm, Walter. I find no relief in wanking and I can't wait another day!" "Jesus." "I want you to suck my tits and pump my fanny until I scream!" She practically moaned the words out. Then she leaned over and slid her tongue into his mouth. "Come on, honey, drive us somewhere so we can get down to business. I'll keep quiet until we get there. I'll just rub you through your jeans." Lanette kept massaged his crotch and occasionally she'd lean over to stick her tongue in his ear and whimper. It was quickly too much for Walter and he turned at the next road down into an orchard. He brought the car to a stop out of sight of the road. "I can't wait to get to the boat," he said. "Good," she answered pulling off her shirt. "Do you want to suck on these?" He couldn't take it anymore and lunged over and put his hands on her small breasts, then hastily ran his tongue around her hard left nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned. Her breathing got slow and heavy and her breasts rose and fell with it. The young man hungrily took the right one in his mouth and started sucking it. Lanette gasped. "Oh, honey, suck my bristols. No one has ever given them the attention you do. You're making me so randy." Walter was feeling the same thing with his cock was throbbing and growing in his pants. He moved to her other tit and enveloped it with his mouth. Lanette rubbed her palm on his crotch. "Jesus, you're hard as a brick." Her erect nipple rose even higher in his mouth. Then her hand found the pulsating bell-end of his cock, and she went into a frenzy. Her fingers tugged frantically at his shorts. "Oh, god, Walter, get your pants down. Bloody hell, I want that thing in my mouth." He lifted up and she pulled the spandex bike shorts and underlying jock down to his thighs. His cock sprang out and stood straight up, bigger than she remembered it, towering up out of his groin almost to the center of the steering wheel. He felt the warm leather seat under his ass. "Ooh, Walter," she said, gaping at his dick. Then she leaned across the seats toward it, and her mouth engulfed his rigid dick. She stretched her jaw open and slid her full lips down the top half of it, and the car was filled with slurping noises. Her mouth felt like warm oatmeal. She pulled her lips off with a smack. "Queen's honor, Walter, your cock seems even bigger than last time. I can barely get my mouth around it." She ran her tongue over the head. "But I love the silky feel of it in my mouth." She drew a deep breath through her nose, and then something inhuman happened. She took his whole cock into her mouth. Inch after inch, her lips slid down his huge pole until he felt the head touch her throat. She was afraid she'd gag or chicken out, but her mouth descended right to his balls of its own accord. She felt his abs tense and backed off. Near the top she took in a deep breath that drew cool air along his shaft. "Walter, your willy is so big," she said. "I can't wait for you to fuck my pussy with it again. Let's get the blanket out of the back so you can put this thing in me." They hopped out and got the blanket spread out on the grass in front of the car. He took off his shorts and shirt then stared at her small firm tits, which stuck out in front of her like a teenager's. He drew her to me and started sucking them again. "You can do that while you fuck me," she said. "Let's get my pants off and give it to me. I've never been so randy in my life." She stood there in the bright sunlight with her hips thrust towards him. Her navel and her trim waist were beautifully tanned while her thick thighs quivered under her sweatpants. Walter couldn't wait to see her beaver again and pulled the sweats down to her ankles. "Oh, that's good enough," she panted. "I can't wait any longer." She flipped over and got on her knees. Her juices were already running down her legs. "Fuck me, Walter! Give it to me like the doggies do it!" He saddled up against her arse and took his shaft in hand. "Are you ready for this?" He teased. "Come on love, slide it in and start pounding me!" She swiveled her bum and looked over her shoulder at me with hungry eyes. He found her entrance and slid his into her. She was even tighter than he remembered. "OH, WALTER!" she cried out even before the hilt of his cock reached her lips. "I need this so bad," she grunted. "Rod me with your willy!" Then it was all inside her. Walter started sliding his dick in and out of her fast and hard, just like he knew she wanted it. The hot silkiness of her fanny sucked at his cock and made a squishing sound with each stroke. He could look down and watch the entire length of his shaft hammer back and forth under her ass. "Give it to me, Walter! Ooh, yeah! Harder!" She began lunging back to meet his thrusts. "Blood hell, your goolies are touching my button" The young man placed his hands on her waist and pumped harder until his pelvis stared making loud whacking sounds against her ass. "Like that, love? Is that good?" she gasped. "Your pussy is so tight that is feels great. It's about time we did this again," he told her in-between breaths. "I know! Give it to me, Walter; give me all of it on every stroke! You've got me so hot up!" Her wish was his command. He leaned down and sucked at the nape of her neck and she cooed and turned her face up toward him, her mouth open and waiting for his tongue. He met her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth. As good as it was, the hard ground under the blanket was causing her knees to complain. She felt the fire inside her start to recede a little and knew she had to change. "Hold up Walter, I want to ride you," she whispered in his ear. He pulled his cock out of her, slick and hot with her juice. Walter sat down and watched her roll onto her butt and take off her sweat pants. Then she rose back up and faced him, grinning and buck naked, her tanned figure looking so hot and delicious. "See anything you like?" she asked coyly. "Mm-hmm. Your incredible body." "Well, Walter, you can just forget about all those little teenage trollops," she said, turning up on one hip and stretching out theatrically. "Because I'm five feet eight inches, one hundred nine pounds of English sex machine. Are you ready for this?" "I can take it." Then she bent down and straddled him. Her beautiful thick legs nestled down next to his legs. "And now, young man, I'm going to put these pointy little bristols in your face while I slide this fanny up and down on you. No one has ever given them the loving that you did before" As she leaned forward, he felt the tip of his shaft bump against the soft, warm lips of her fanny. Then her hand gripped his manhood as she lowered herself onto it. She let go of his shaft and her hands clawed at his shoulders as her hot pussy sheathed over me inch by inch. "Ooh, yeah," she hissed. "Mmmmm," he moaned as he sucked one of her tits. She moaned in ecstasy as her fanny slid down over the last couple of inches. She leaned back at arms' length and they both looked down. Lanette could just make out the base of his shaft as it disappeared into pleasure hole. With Doug's large belly, she could not get all of him inside her, and definitely could not see it. Walter had twice as much length in her now and there was just a bit more. Yachting Woman Ch. 02 "Come on, baby," he coaxed. "All the way down." "Oh, yeah, I want every inch of you in me," she said. With another cry of pleasure she brought her thighs down onto his. The wool blanket gathered around her knees and her bum rested on his goolies. Then she started riding him like a polo horse. With long, firm strokes she pumped her canal on his shaft, sometimes lifting her whole body and at other moments just arching her back to flex her arse up and down. "Mmmmm, that's so nice," she moaned. Her speed increased after a while and her perky breasts began bouncing up and down. Walter cupped his hands under them and licked her nipples. "Mmm, suck my bristols, love. Did you get really hotted up when you saw my little bristols?" she asked. "If that means turned on, then yeah." "But I thought all men loved those large udders you see in the magazines? Don't big breasts make your cock throb?" "Lanette, it's not the size, it's who they are attached to. Your tits are so wonderfully firm and pointy. I've tried to sneak looks at them so many times." "Oh, Walter, you are a total love. I can't believe I'm riding your mast like this!" she yelled as she skewered herself on his shaft. By then they were both breathing in gasps. Lanette's fanny spasmed with a small orgasm and she paused a moment. "Are you OK?" He asked with concern. "Oh yes." She sighed. "I just had a baby cum." She sat there, swiveling her hips and massaging his cock with her fanny. He flinched as he received a spark of intense pleasure from his swollen shaft. She realized she could drive him close with this movement and continued. Suddenly he could take no more. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her. Lanette knew he was almost ready and grabbed her own bristols in her hands as he pulled himself into her again and again. The sight of that just put him over the edge. His balls tightened up and a jolt of electricity ran up his cock to his brain. Then hot shiver ran up his cock and she felt the first long, thick jet of jism spew into her. She screamed his name and clawed at her chest and pressed down hard. "Here it comes!" she yelled. "FUCK ME, WALTER! YEAH! OH, NOW! I'M COMING!" "SO AM I!" he grunted in return. Then spasm racked through him as his penis squinted another load of semen into her. "Oh, Lanette," He moaned. "Oh, baby, I'm cumming now!" "I can feel it, love! It feels so good! Come on, give me more!" she howled as she wiggled on top of him. "Oh, Walter, I felt it. I felt every drop." She reached down and gently massaged his balls. "And don't you dare pull your cock out of me yet." She collapsed on Walter's chest and he put his arms around her. "That was great," the young man whispered in her ear. "You were fantastic," she sighed. "You get better every time. Let's lie here together for a while, and then we have something to eat." Her breathing softened and slowed in his ear. "Ah, Walter, that was so good," she whispered dreamily. They lay there for while, almost dozing, until Walter's shrinking cock slipped out of her wet hole. She felt the emptiness as he slid out, and felt the combined juices of their sex ooze out of her puffy fanny lips. She rolled off her young lover and slowly got to her feet, her hand over her hole to prevent further run-out. Walter laughed at this appearance of false modesty. "What is so blood humorous?" She asked as she walked to the boot of her car and pulled out a towel from her satchel. "It looks like you are trying to cover yourself from view," he explained. "But it seems too little too late where I am concerned." "Oh really?" She asked sarcastically. She put the towel down and walked back over to where he lay on the blanket. Placing herself right over his face she pulled her hand away. Although much of their combined juices had run out while she lay on top of him, a large drop of goo dropped onto his cheek on cue. Walter swirled his tongue and licked it into his mouth. "Mmmm. Please mi-lady, can I have som'ore?" He said in his best imitation cockney accent. "Why certainly, my lord." She answered mockingly and with that she lowered herself directly onto his face. With a slick movement of his tongue, he licked the cream sticking to her outer lips and forced his tongue deep inside her fanny. Lanette moaned loudly and shifted her weight to get comfortable. Walter ate Lanette's pleasure hole eagerly, enjoying every trace of their mingled juices that his tongue could extract form her pussy. Lanette was moaning and writhing loudly as he licked her pussy clean. Then she felt his tongue moving along the ridge between her thighs and in a moment his tongue knocked at the base of her ass. Her body became tense as she felt his tongue trying to poke between her taut ass cheeks. She felt the young man use his fingers to spread her bum and his tongue darted into her arse hole. Lanette held her breath in excitement as her whole body shuddered with delight. Walter licked his lover's sphincter with great fervor. "Ahhhhh…!" Lanette moaned as she felt his tongue trying to move inside her bugger hole. She gasped as she felt the part of his tongue inside her bum and her body began to shudder and shiver as he began tongue fucking her tight hole. Her legs began to loose their grip around his shoulders and her pussy began to throb violently releasing a fresh wave of wetness to her already wet bush. She already had enough of that as she let out a long moan and climaxed yet again. After a moment he lifted her body off his face and shoulders; her rubbery legs slid off and fell to the blanket. She closed her eyes and tried to relax but Walter was not finished yet. He forced her body to rotate until she was on her stomach with her bum pointing up to his direct access. Walter spread her cheeks wide, bent his head and spat a large chunk of spittle over her wrinkled hole. She was so excited already that he could feel her arse was wet and loose. Walter spread her legs wide and positioned himself between her legs, his right hand gripping his rampant cock, hovering just over her sphincter. She squirmed as the chiseled head touched her bum hole and waited in all earnest for him to push his cock inside her. She held her breath as the bulging head tried to bore into her tight sphincter. Lanette knew that her arse muscles would resist at first. It had been 20 years since she was buggered in college so it behaved like a virgin ass. She did not enjoy it much in college but she was so randy that she was willing to try anything with her young lover. He pressed the head forward with greater force and the wrinkled hole gave way with a sharp pain as his bellhead triumphantly entered her tight bum-hole. She hissed at the pain and Walter held very still, allowing her to adjust to the object that had split her arse. She was about ready to tell him to take it out when she felt a sudden itch inside her. She waited, trying to relax as the itch became a desire. "Easy," she whispered. "I want more, but easy." Lanette felt his cock moving inside her rectum and moaned loudly. Walter didn't ease his pressure but continued slowly pressing his cock inside her. Her hole accepted the invading tool and inch-by-inch his cock continued its inward journey. Gradually, most of his cock was buried inside her hot rectum and she could just feel his balls touching her bum. "What do you think?" Walter asked his older lover. "I feel so full," Lanette cooed. "But at the same time I feel so completely consumed with desire all over again." Walter waited patiently for her sphincter muscles to relax. She took her hand behind, and felt his shaft buried inside her anus. It was a great sensation to feel her ass so stuffed. Feeling her anal muscles relaxing around his rigid shaft, Walter grabbed her hips and began sliding his cock in and out of her horny chute at a gentle pace. She spread her legs wider, allowing his manhood to slide deep into her. The orchard was again filled with the sound of writhing bodies and rapturous moans. With every thrust of the young man, Lanette could feel high voltage electricity passing though her arse to her fanny. Walter thought she was ready for more and lifted her hips so she could get her knees under her. He increased his speed and began fucking her arse with a gusto. She could feel now that he was completely buried in her bum with every stroke, with his pelvis ramming her bum cheeks. With every thrust she could feel his balls banging against her swollen and soaked fanny lips. Lanette was aware of the mild tremors developing between in her fanny. Her lips were quivering with an unfathomable excitement and her sweet fluids were gushing out of her fanny, deluging her trimmed bush and her thighs. She was in the seventh heaven and now loved the way his cock was buggering her arse. Walter knew very well that the way his cock was getting friction from her tight sheath, it would be impossible for his to prolong his pleasure; though he would have loved to continue fucking her till eternity. But her tight hole was too much for him. "Ahhhhhh…baby I'm gonna shoot," he cried pistoning his cock in and out of her tight hole. "Yeah…yeah…dear! Bugger my arse!" Rebecca hissed thrusting her arse backward on his impaling organ. "Pump your load in my bum." Her fanny was throbbing frenziedly, and she knew that she was approaching her orgasm. Suddenly, she became aware of his cock swelling inside her and heard him groan as his massive shaft jerked inside her rectum. She sensed the first shower of his hot fluid falling on her rectum walls and squeezed her ass, clutching his cock between its tight fold and let her climax overtake her. Her heart pounded harder and harder in her chest, her breathing became erratic with extreme pleasure. Her own arse throbbed with his cock. "Oh Jesus." That all she could mutter as she felt her body becoming feather light and floating in the tidal waves of her tremendous orgasm. Walter's orgasm was more contractions than fluid, as he had just cum, but he pushed into her delicious anus, depositing his fluid of love until his balls were fully drained. He then slumped heavily on her back. He could still feel Rebecca's anus quivering around his shaft, which was fast losing its rigidness. Finally, Walter rose off her back and collapsed on her side. Lanette didn't move but basked with the glory of the tremendous buggering she had just received. After a while, she turned towards her young lover. Walter had recovered from the aftereffect of their lovemaking and was intently looking at this beautiful British woman whose face was glowing with delight. Exhausted and out of time, they cleaned each other up and quickly devoured the food that Lanette had brought. She dropped him off near the yacht basin so no one would see her car. As they kissed, she promised it would not be the last time.