Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1 - Sex Stories

Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1

... Water is not an easy medium for a fuck. My cock was definitely reaching the end of its useful life as she went, “I’m here now, I’m cumming, oohhh.” She continued to move for another minute then collapsed in my arms. “I have always been able to cum quite fast,” she said, “something I love about myself. I knew you wouldn’t last too long!” I smiled and kissed her. “You are wonderful, Tatiana.” “Let’s get out of this water before my skin shrinks.” We climbed back aboard and rinsed off. After she dried off, she got a short tie-dyed wrap-around skirt from her bag and slipped it on. Her butt and her pussy were visible whenever the skirt lifted, which was often in this wind. I went below and put on a pair of tight underwear under loose shorts figuring the combination might mask the permanent hard-on I expected to be sporting. Tatiana came down and put her arms around my neck, pressing her ample breasts against my chest, and kissed me hard on the lips. She was tall like her friend. Tall women are good. Short women are good, too. I reached behind her, grabbed her firm ass and pulled her close. My cock responded to the pressure. She laughed and asked, “So are we going to eat or are we going to fuck again?” “Yes,” I said. “Eat it is,” she replied. Anya had tied her board off and was on the aft-deck showering. I had left towels in the cockpit. She dried off and came down stark naked. “Ladies,” I said, “this is a lot of temptation for a man with very limited willpower.” “Good,” Anya ...

... replied, “we will have some fun. What do you think, Tatiana? Isn’t he your kind of man? I told you.” “You were right, he is a nice man and I think he might teach us a thing or two that those hoodlums you hang out with wouldn’t understand.” “They are not hoodlums, they are students. I can’t help it if my friends are poor people. But you’re right, a few lessons might be useful.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I was almost in shock from the anticipation. “Did you two plot this?” I asked. They looked at each other and smiled. Anya walked over and said, “You must be our boy-toy.” “Boy-toy?” I articulated, “you’re watching too much television.” “I never watch television, I read it somewhere and like the word. Boy-toy,” Anya replied. “Didn’t you say that boy-toys never wear shorts so they can always be ready?” Tatiana asked. “I always say that,” Tatiana replied, laughing. Anya walked over to me and pulled my shorts down, noticed the underwear, said “ha!” and soon my privates were exposed for all to see. “Maybe it is a little early for lunch,” I said, “but I think it might take me a bit to recover from the sex with your friend.” I put my arms around Anya, held her tight and kissed her. “I’m ready for appetizers, your little pussy,” I whispered in her ear. She purred. I picked up a couple of cushions and placed them on the saloon table. I laid Anya on the table and spread her legs so each would be on one of the opposing settees. I leaned over her and suckled her breasts. The little nipples ...