Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... registering.

"Oh, my."

"Verina, surely you knew what we were doing...didn't you?" I said this as I stroked her face.

"I thought about it but I didn't think about it if that makes any sense."

I kissed her on the lips and moved her legs apart. Lowering myself between her legs I replied, "I understand. It's one thing to think about something but another to truly understand it."

"You're going to put it in me again." she said this as a statement and not a question.

"Yes, I am." I underlined this comment as I started to make love to her.

She was ready for me and I slipped into her with little effort. Stroking myself all the way into her I stopped for a moment.

"There, it's all the way inside you. What do you think?"

"It's amazing!"

"Good." I kissed her on the lips and was determined to enjoy this and make it last.

Not neglecting her request I pulled her hair away from her neck and started working on her love mark. Biting and sucking on her neck while making slow love to her had her moaning with approval.

I kept it up for a good ten minutes or so when I felt her tense up and tremble. Her pussy squeezed my cock and it was too much for me. Several days of pent up spunk shot into her.

Afterwards I stayed inside of her as we recuperated. We kissed some more and I worked on her love mark a bit more.

"Again?" she said with wonder as I eventually firmed up and we started on round two.

When we finally separated I was spent and in more ways than ...

... one. There was no way I was going back to the engine room right at that moment so I sat out on the deck. Under the speckled light coming through the trees I watched Verina as she bathed herself. She was beautiful and it seemed like I hadn't noticed it before.

My mind wandered and I started thinking about our situation. I'd planned on eventually getting away to safety in Australia so I hadn't given much thought to my relationship with the ladies.

At first I'd accepted their attentions as the impulsive and desperate acts of women possibly confronting their last days. I mean, of course they'd have never been interested in me if they'd run into me ashore. Them in their nice clothes and me in my usual state. It was only because of fate that we were brought together and only because I was the only man around that I was blessed with their attentions. Still, I was blessed wasn't I?

And after years of being away from women I was now surrounded by them.

Yes, I know. Young men in the South Pacific go to bars and whorehouses but not this young man. You get robbed in the bars and you catch cock rot in the whorehouses. Most of the time I paid attention to business.

But at that moment it wasn't business that held my attention.

Vernia stepped from the water and dried herself off with one of the shirts she used for a towel. Turning to look at me she smiled and then went inside with some of the other girls.

Stepping from the boat I walked out to Stephanie's fishing spot and ...