... aaaaahhhhhhh... shit, that feels incredible... aaaaahhhhhhh... ooooohhhhhhhhh... you feel so good inside me... aaaaahhhhhhhh.... hmmmmmmm..."

Shane grinned as he watched Tara writhe in ecstasy... impaled on his pumping prick and relishing the lingering aftermath of her second orgasm.

After a minute, or so, he picked up the pace... hammering his thick pole in and out of her drenched pussy... until he suddenly caught his breath... then held tightly onto her legs... and slammed his stiff hard-on as far into her pussy as it would go... letting out a loud grunt as he shoved it deep inside her, and prompting a startled yelp from Tara... as he blasted several streams of warm, gooey splooge all over the walls of her soaking wet cunt.

He pulled his cock out until only the tip was still inside her, then groaned and rammed it back in... spewing more jets of cum deep inside Tara’s vagina... causing her to let out a grunt, and making her heavy breasts slap up against her chin from the force of his thrust.

Shane pulled is throbbing prick out to the tip... then plunged it back in again... painting the sides of Tara’s cunt with even more cum, and causing her to grunt again from the force of his lunge.

Shane couldn’t help but smile, as he watched Tara’s big tits bounce up and down on her chest... crashing into each other, and nearly slapping her face with every one of his powerful jabs.

He did this several more times... pulling out slowly, then plowing his raging boner back into Tara’s pussy... causing both of them to grunt from the force of his thrusts... as he blasted several more ropes of jizzm inside her overflowing cunt... again and again... until his nutsack was finally empty.

Still standing on the main deck between Tara’s spread legs, Shane gasped for air as he mumbled about how good it felt... then leaned forward onto her chest and rested his head on the soft cushion of her heaving breasts.

He continued to slowly rock his hips... sliding his still hard penis in and out of Tara’s wet vagina... causing cum and pussy juices to leak from around the shaft of his rigid pole, and drip down the crack of her ass onto the towel beneath her... as the two of them mumbled about how good it felt, while waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

Still trying to catch his breath... and with his cock still shoved deep inside her cunt... Shane lifted his head and began sucking and pulling on Tara’s rock-hard nipples... nibbling on them with his teeth, and teasing them with his tongue.

Tara moaned and whimpered as she held Shane’s head to her boobs... enjoying the attention to her tits... while she continued to revel in the slowly fading sensations of her recent orgasms.

When their breathing had finally settled down, Shane stood up and slowly pulled his still semi-hard erection out of Tara’s sopping wet pussy... letting it bounce and sway between his legs, as he stood at the edge of the raised deck... enjoying the sight of Tara’s spread legs and dripping vagina splayed out in front of him.

Tara propped herself up on her elbows again... and looked down past her breasts and in between her legs to check out Shane’s slimy dick... still sticking out from his hips, with a gentle bend to the thick shaft... almost like the bulbous tip was too heavy to hold up.

With her eyes locked onto his dangling prick and a wry smile on her face, Tara slowly shook her head and said, "Holy fuck, Shane.... that is one impressive cock."

Shane chuckled at the compliment... causing his long shaft to jiggle even more... which seemed to please Tara, as continued to admire his enormous schlong swaying gently back and forth between his legs.

After enjoying the view for a few moments, Tara leaned forward and sucked the tip of Shane’s softening penis into her mouth... using her tongue and lips to clean it off, before giving it a playful slap... then leaned back again, with her elbows propping her up from behind.

Shane grabbed his shorts from around his ankles, and... with his eyes darting between Tara’s jiggling tits and gaping pussy... pulled them back up... then chuckled, and said, "Well, Tara... that was a really great lunch break... but I better get back to work."

Tara grinned, and said, "Of course".... then, with a heavy sigh, she put her sunglasses on and laid back down... calling out after him, "Thanks, Shane.... I think that was my favorite lunch break ever!"

Then she giggled and added, "Hell, if you give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath, I’ll even make you a sandwich."

She could hear him laughing as he made his way back down to the staterooms to resume his work.

The same thing happened the next day... at lunch time, Shane took a break, and fucked Tara on the padded tanning deck again... this time slamming his stiff cock into her pussy from behind while she was on her hands and knees... her heavy breasts flailing around beneath her.... the two of them grunting and panting, as he pounded away between her legs... until they both had explosive orgasms, and collapsed onto the padded deck.

Then she made him a sandwich.

On Friday morning, Tara kissed her husband goodbye as he headed off to the dealership, then sat on the sofa in the galley... totally naked... as she waited for Shane to arrive.

Shane showed up around nine, as usual, and noticed her laying on the couch as he made his way down the companionway steps to the scullery.

Tara smiled when she saw him... then spread her legs wide and ran two fingers up and down between her already moist pussy lips, and said, "Good morning, hon... thought it might be nice to have a quickie before you got started today."

Shane laughed, as he slipped off his swim trunks, saying, "I like the way you think..."

Once he was naked, Shane walked over to the side of the sofa, with his big, flaccid cock swinging right next to Tara’s face.

With her legs still spread wide, Tara sucked the tip of his stiffening penis into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth... stroking his shaft with one hand, while fondling his nutsack with the other.

Shane stood with his hands on his hips... staring at her swaying boobs and exposed vagina... and moaning his pleasure, as Tara sucked on his growing erection.

After a minute or two of just reveling in his early morning blowjob, Shane reached out with one hand to massage Tara’s soft tits, while reaching between her spread legs with the other hand to finger her pussy and tease her clit.

Her moans of pleasure mixed with his... and it didn’t take long before Shane’s cock was fully erect, and Tara’s pussy was dripping wet.

Shane lifted Tara up from the sofa and traded places with her... so that he was sitting on the couch, and she was perched on top of his lap... straddling his hips. She reached between her legs and found his thick boner... lined up the tip with her drenched pussy opening... then slowly lowered herself onto his 9" hard-on.

Tara began bouncing up and down on Shane’s engorged prick... over and over and over... enjoying the feeling of his stiff dick getting deeper and deeper inside her cunt with every one of her downward lunges.

Shane grabbed her flailing tits... squeezing the soft boob flesh, and sucking her taut nipples into his mouth... gently biting and pulling on them, one after the other.

Tara closed her eyes and let out a guttural moan, as she relished the feeling of Shane’s enormous cock hitting all the right spots inside her, and giving her the sense of being totally filled. She leaned forward, so that her swaying boobs smacked against Shane’s cheeks, and her throbbing clit rubbed deliciously against the base of his thick shaft, as she continued to bounce up and down on his rigid pole.

It didn’t take long before she felt the familiar sensations of a massive orgasm building between her legs. She continued bouncing up and down on Shane’s engorged hard-on, then suddenly caught her breath... threw her head back... and erupted.

"Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... just like that... yeah... right there... holy fuck, you go so deep... yeah.... uhnn... uhnn... yeah... fuck, I’m cumming... uhnn... uhnn.... oooooohhhhhhhhh.... shit, yeah, right there.... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... aaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhhh.... oooohhhhhhhhh... hmmmmmmmm.... "

Shane smiled, as he enjoyed Tara’s bouncing tits slapping against his face... the stiff nipples poking into his cheeks with every one of her lunges, and the soft boob flesh pummeling his nose and chin.

He chuckled to himself when he heard Tara climax, then grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed his steely boner in and out of her sloppy wet pussy... again and again... until he suddenly let out a guttural rasp... and blasted several streams of hot, creamy jizzm deep inside Tara’s sodden cunt.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good... uhnn... uhnn... uhnn... yeah... ah... aaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhhh... uhnn... uhnn... fucking amazing.... aaaahhhhhhhh.... oooohhhhhhhhh... nice... hmmmmmmm..."

Shane grinned as he enjoyed his morning orgasm... pumping his cock in and out of Tara’s slippery vagina until his ball sack was finally empty. Then he pushed his stiff hard-on as far into Tara’s cunt as it would go, and held it there as she twerked her hips... grinding her clit against the base of his thick shaft... while she finished riding her climax to its peak... then relished its ebbing afterglow as it slowly faded.

Afterwards, Tara plopped down onto Shane’s chest... both of them gasping for air and waiting for their heart rates to return to normal.

When their breathing had finally settled down, Shane said, "Damn, Tara... this was a great way to start the day... and I love fucking you like this... but I really need to get to work, or your husband’s going to think I’m slacking off."

With a heavy sigh, Tara chuckled and replied, "Yeah, I know... it just feels so good inside me, I hate to pull it out."

After another minute, or so, she gradually lifted herself off Shane’s lap... her drenched cunt slowly releasing its grip on his still semi-hard penis... causing it to make a ‘plop’ sound when it finally pulled free.

With an appreciative grin on her face, Tara bent over Shane’s lap and sucked his glistening prick into her mouth... using her lips and tongue to clean it off, while he massaged and squeezed her dangling boobs, and gently tweaked her rock-hard nipples.

Shane slipped his swim trunks back on, and started working where he’d left off the day before... while Tara cleaned up the canteen, then headed up to the tanning deck to begin her day of leisure... sunbathing... naked... as usual.

At lunchtime, they fucked again... this time, with Tara laying on the padded deck, with Shane kneeling between her spread legs... plowing his huge erection in and out of her wet pussy, and watching her heavy breasts bouncing up and down on her chest... smacking against each other in rhythm with his powerful thrusts... her long, stiff nipples pointing at the sky, and floating back and forth on her thrashing tits like two bobbers in choppy waters.

They climaxed nearly simultaneously... just like earlier that morning... then Shane went back to working on the boat, and Tara returned to sunbathing and reading on the tanning deck.

When Vernon got home after work, he did a walk-through with Shane to check that all the required work was completed.

He loved the quality of work Shane had done, and everything looked good... really good... but there were three minor things in the galley that needed to be touched up before they handed the boat over to Mr. Dewitt. After discussing the touch-up items, Shane and Vernon agreed it would only take about two hours to complete the remaining work.

Since the sale was scheduled for the next day... Saturday... and the yacht needed to be sailed down to the other marina for the transfer, Vernon asked Shane if he’d come by in the morning, and finish the work onboard while Tara drove the yacht down the Florida coast to Port Salerno.

Sailing to Port Salerno would be about a three hour trip, so there would be plenty of time for Shane to complete the finishing touches in the galley before docking the yacht at the Mariner Cay Marina.

With a wry grin, and a quick, conspiratorial glance at Tara, Shane readily agreed.

Vernon said, "Perfect... I’ll drive down early in the morning in my car and finish the sale while you guys are in-route. Then we can do a walk-through with Mr. Dewitt and his wife when you get the boat to the marina."

All three nodded their heads in agreement, then Vernon added, "When we’re done, I can drive the three of us back to Cocoa Beach in my car."

After Shane left, Vernon and Tara spent a few hours removing what little they had on-board their "Princess", and putting it in storage, so the yacht would be ready to hand over to Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt the following day.

They spent the night in a luxury hotel near the Cocoa Village Marina... flopping into bed from exhaustion, and quickly falling asleep.

Early on Saturday morning, Tara woke up to the feeling of her husband pressed up against her back... one hand reaching around to massage her breasts... and his morning wood nudging her naked ass cheeks from behind.

Tara yawned herself away, then looked over her shoulder with bleary eyes and said, "What are you doing, Vern?"

Vernon gripped her boobs a little harder, and rubbed his throbbing boner against her butt a little more enthusiastically, saying, "It’s a big day, babe... thought we might get it started with a little fun this morning."

Tara chuckled, and shifted one leg forward so that Vernon had better access to her vagina... then looked over her shoulder again and said, "Help yourself, big boy."

Vernon smiled as he reached between her legs and fondled her pussy lips, running his fingers up and down the slit between them... then grinning to himself as he noticed her pussy becoming moist to his touch.

He slipped two of his fingers into her wet vagina, and began sliding them in and out. He nibbled on the lobe of her ear, as he continued massaging her soft tits from behind... enjoying the low moans of pleasure Tara made as he found her stiffening nipples and gently pulled on them.

Tara loved having her earlobes nibbled on... and her nipples pulled on... which was making her even wetter... as Vernon continued finger-blasting her pussy and caressing her heavy breasts.

After a few minutes, Tara reached between her legs and grabbed Vernon’s throbbing hard-on... lined it up with her drenched pussy opening... then rocked her hips backward as her husband shoved his engorged prick into her wet cunt as far as it would go.

Tara smiled to herself as she realized that Vernon’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Shane’s.... but it still felt good, and she pushed her hips back into every one of his forward thrusts, while using one hand between her legs to enthusiastically rub her erect clitoris.

She had a delicious orgasm just as Vernon grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed his stiff boner into her... hard... blasting several ropes of splooge all over the walls of her cunt.

He kept pumping his cock in and out of her pussy from behind until he was finally done cumming, then... after resting for a couple of minutes... climbed out of bed and took a shower before jumping in his car and heading down to Port Salerno to sell their yacht.

Tara rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour, or so, then got up and showered.

Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the cockpit of their yacht... wearing another one of her skimpy bikinis... with the engines running and everything ready to go... when Shane showed up and jumped on-board.

As Tara fired up the engines and pulled out of their berth at Cocoa Village Marina, Shane went down to the galley to do the final touch-up work he needed to get done.

While Shane worked below deck, Tara steered the yacht out to deep waters... until the Florida coast was relatively small in the distance, and there were only a few other boats in sight... then stood on the control deck and set a southward course for Port Salerno.

It didn’t take long for Shane to complete his work. After about two hours, he climbed the steps to the cockpit, where he found Tara standing at the yacht’s steering wheel... looking out at a vast empty sea of blue water as the "Princess" sluiced effortlessly through the smooth, wave-less ocean.

He slipped up behind her, reached around from behind with both hands and pushed her bikini top up to her chin. He grabbed her tits... squeezing and massaging the soft flesh... then finding her nipples with his fingers and pulling on them... smiling to himself as he felt them stiffen to his touch.

Tara leaned back against Shane’s chest and moaned, as she continued to man the steering wheel while he fondled her boobs and nudged her nearly naked ass cheeks with his growing hard-on.

Tara smiled as she reached behind her and found the bulge in his swim trunks... running her hand up and down the outline of his thick shaft through his shorts.

She giggled and said, "Let’s get these off", as she helped him push his shorts down to his ankles.

While still standing at the helm in the cockpit, Tara pushed her bikini bottoms down to her feet and kicked them aside.... then spread her legs and bent over slightly, as Shane untied her bikini top and tossed it onto the captain’s chair behind them.

They were a little more than halfway to Port Salerno... so still had about an hour to go before reaching the other marina... when Shane released Tara’s tits, then grabbed her hip with one hand, and the shaft of his rigid boner with the other.

Tara bent over a little farther and spread her legs a little more to give Shane better access to her dripping wet pussy.

Shane chuckled as he watched her position herself for his onslaught, saying, "I have to admit, I love you in this position."

Tara smiled over her shoulder and quipped, "And I love what you’re about to do to me in this position."

Shane laughed out loud as he lined up the tip of his cock up with Tara’s totally drenched vagina, then shoved his hips forward... sliding his huge boner all the way in with one massive push... and causing her to grunt from the force of his thrust.

"Uhnn... oooohhhhhh... holy shit, Shane... hmmmmmm... yeah, shove it in there... hmmmmmm... God, you feel so fucking good inside me..."

Shane began pounding his stiff prick in and out of Tara’s snatch... causing her dangling tits to bounce around beneath her... slapping the steering wheel in front of her with every one of his forward lunges.

"Uhnn... uhnn.... my God, that feels amazing... uhnn... holy fuck, you go so deep... uhnn... uhnn... yeah... keep going... harder.... yeah.... even harder... yeah, like that... keep going... hmmmmmmm... shit, that feels good."

Tara could feel a tremendous orgasm building between her legs, and she released the helm with one hand so she could slip it between her legs to furiously rub her throbbing clit.

It didn’t take long before she let out a wail... shoved her ass hard into Shane’s pounding hips... then closed her eyes... and exploded... as an intense, luxurious climax coursed through her entire body.

Her trembling legs threatened to buckle, but Shane’s thick cock slamming in and out of her wet cunt, and his hands holding tight to her flailing boobs, managed to help keep her upright, as she relished the tingly, euphoric sensations washing over her like a warm tidal wave.

Hearing Tara cum seemed to shift Shane into another gear, as he picked up the pace... shifting his hands from her tits to her hips, and hammering away between her legs... until he suddenly caught his breath... then let out a guttural moan... and blasted rope after rope of white, creamy splooge all over the walls of Tara’s drenched pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Tara... uhnn... uhnn... you feel so tight... uhnn... yeah... uhnn... uhnn... shit, I’m gonna cum... uhnn... uhnn... yeah... ah... aaaaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh... uhnn... uhnn... yeeeaaaahhhhh.... holy, fuck that’s incredible... uhn.... uhn... hmmmmmm..."

With his stiff cock still sliding in and out of Tara’s slippery cunt, Shane mumbled some more... then leaned forward onto her back to catch his breath... both of them relishing their incredible orgasms, as cum and pussy juices leaked from around his pumping shaft, and dripped onto the cockpit deck between their legs.

After they’d rested for a minute, or so, Shane pulled his still semi-hard penis out of Tara’s drenched cunt. She spun around and squatted between his legs... sucking the tip of his slimy dick into her mouth, then using her tongue and lips to clean it off, as more jizzm dripped from her gaping snatch onto the floor between her legs.

Shane pulled his surfer shorts up from around his ankles, as Tara picked up her bikini bottoms from the cockpit deck and slipped them back on. Then she grabbed her bikini top from the captain’s chair and tied it back in place.... pulling the narrow flaps of material back over her still taut nipples and areolas.

Tara resumed her position at the helm, with her hands on the steering wheel, while Shane leaned up against her back... reaching around to fondle and massage her swaying boobs from behind... as they finished the last few minutes of their voyage.

When they got within sight of the Marnier Cay Marina, Tara called Vernon to get Mr. Dewitt’s assigned berth for the yacht... then sailed into the marina and pulled the "Princess" into the designated slip.

Tara and Shane waited onboard, while Vernon finished the paperwork needed to transfer ownership of the yacht to Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt. Shane occasionally fondled Tara’s pendulous boobs as they waited, and Tara couldn’t help but reach over and squeeze the bulge in his pants periodically, as they sat on the overstuffed deck chairs in the front of the yacht, waiting for the others to join them onboard.

After the sale was completed, Vernon led Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt down to the pier, and onto the boat, so they could spend some time ‘ooohing’ and ‘aaahing’ over their new purchase.

Shane pointed out all the upgrades and repairs he’d made as they moved through the galley and the staterooms beneath the main deck. Mr. Dewitt was obviously impressed with Shane’s work, and the group continued to make their way through the lower passageways and staterooms as he and his wife beamed and gushed.

As they were approaching the companionway ladder up to the main deck, Doug held Tara back from the others and... with his eyes locked onto her barely covered boobs... whispered into her ear, "I think you owe me something."

Tara smiled up at him and whispered back, "Of course, Mr. Dewitt... a promise is a promise."

He chuckled, and said, "You can just call me ‘Doug’."

She giggled... then nodded, and quietly replied, "OK... Doug... leave this to me."

As the group was heading up the aft stairs, just past the master stateroom, Tara casually grabbed Doug’s arm to hold him back from the others. She gently nudged him up against the passageway wall, and reached between his legs to fondle and squeeze the outline of his cock through his shorts... it made her smile to realize it was already semi-hard in anticipation of what she was about to do.

Tara grinned up at Doug’s hopeful face... then turned her head toward the other three who had already made their way to the main deck, and called up the ladder to them, "Go ahead and show Mrs. Dewitt the rest of the ‘Princess’, Vern.... Doug and I are going to pop a cork down here in the galley, and get some champagne out for everyone."

Vernon called back, "Great idea, babe", as he, Shane, and Mrs. Dewitt moved on with their tour of the yacht and all its lavish amenities.

Smiling up at Doug’s silly grin, Tara unzipped his pants, and pulled out his nearly erect penis... stroking the stiffening shaft, then using it to lead him to the galley, where there was a bit more room.

Tara sat on the sofa in the galley, then giggled as she used Doug’s now fully erect hard-on to pull him in between her spread legs, and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Doug seemed almost in shock... standing there with his legs spread... moaning softly... as Tara licked and sucked his throbbing dick, while stroking his shaft with one of her hands.

After a minute, or so, Doug reached between them and pulled Tara’s tits out from behind the skimpy bikini top they were tucked into. He began massaging her soft boob flesh and playing with her hard nipples, as Tara started bobbing her head back and forth on his stiff boner.... using her tongue to stimulate the ridge around the head of his prick and fondling his dangling nutsack.... hoping to encourage a quick climax.

It seemed to work... although Tara grinned around the shaft sliding in and out of her mouth and wondered to herself if it was her cock-sucking technique that prompted the fast ejaculation... or just Doug’s over-excitement from having a stranger giving him a blowjob below deck, while his wife was just a few feet away.

It didn’t really matter... Tara sucked on Doug’s stiff erection, and jerked his rigid pole with her hand, as he blasted several streams of warm, gooey spunk against the back of her throat. She swallowed his load, then quickly stroked out the last few drops of cum and licked them off the tip of his cock... before shoving his spent dick back inside his shorts, and pulling up the zipper.

Doug seemed almost intoxicated as he stood there marinating in his lingering orgasm.

Tara stood up... shoved her boobs back inside her skimpy bikini top... then giggled, as she gave Doug’s fading erection a quick squeeze through his shorts and said, "OK, Doug... let’s get that champagne out of the fridge. We need to get it poured before my husband finishes showing your wife the rest of the boat."

Tara pulled out two bottles of Krug champagne, and Doug quickly uncorked both of them. Tara finished pouring the fifth glass just as the other three rejoined them in the canteen. With smiles all around, the five of them toasted the Dewitt’s, and their beautiful new "Princess"... wishing them many happy voyages on their luxury yacht.

Then they all walked up the pier to the Pirate’s Cove restaurant for a celebratory meal of oysters Rockefeller and broiled sea bass... the Dewitt’s enjoying the moment, and chatting happily about their magnificent boat.

After dinner the Dewitt’s drove away from the marina.... occasionally glancing back and grinning shamelessly at their latest new toy.

Vernon and the others jumped into his car, and he drove the three of them back to Cocoa Beach... looking into the rear-view mirror periodically, as he chatted with Shane in the back seat.

As he drove, Vernon told Tara and Shane that he already had his eye on a four-year old El Rey Sunseeker yacht to replace the one they’d just sold... about 70’ long, which is bigger than their "Princess", and even more luxurious.

He added, "I’m getting a really good price on it, since it has a couple of minor things that need to be fixed."

With his eyes on the road in front of them, Vernon called back to Shane, and said, "Can you come by and do the repairs, Shane? It shouldn’t take too long... maybe a couple of days, at most."

Vernon glanced into the rear-view mirror again and added, "I really love the work you did on the ‘Princess’... I think my wife liked it, too. What do you think?"

Tara smiled back at Shane from the front seat, and chimed in, "Yes, Shane... you really do very nice work."

Shane gave Tara a wry grin... then met Vernon’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, and said, "Sure, Vern... it’d be my pleasure."

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