Bab 3400: RONI'S DELIGHT
The family had planned this particular vacation for over a year. It was a combination twenty-first birthday and college graduation present from Chad's father and stepmother. They would spend a full month sailing on their yacht, Roni's Delight.
Roni's Delight was a fiberglass sailing yacht his father had bought three years ago after his and Chad's mother's divorce had, at long last, become final. The boat was thirty-six feet of pure sailing beauty. She was definitely built for comfort, not speed. The salon and galley were very spacious for a boat her size. Of course, this meant the cabins were somewhat small, especially the forward cabin, which was normally Chad's.
The main or aft cabin was considerably larger than Chad's. The beautiful aft stateroom had been the main selling point of the yacht as far as Chad's stepmother, Roni, had been concerned.
Chad didn't blame his father for buying the boat for her; Roni was the perfect person for him to hookup with after the messy divorce he had been through with Chad's mother. The divorce had cost him a ton of money, but he didn't care, he still had plenty left. His well-known attorney had even managed to keep his prospering company out of his nasty, vindictive wife's clutches in the settlement.
Roni was a sweet Polynesian woman. Even though she was thirty-six-years old, she was still a beauty, with long, glossy-black, silken hair hanging down to her pretty, little behind. She was built as sleek as a racing yacht and twice as beautiful.
Chad could understand why his dad had married her two years ago. Hell, Chad would have married her if he could, even though she was fifteen years his senior. She was one of the kindest, sweetest, and most beautiful women he had ever met. And she treated his dad like a king.
As usual, with only two days left before their supposed departure, Chad's father had problems with one of his branch managers and had to fly to Dallas, Texas. He had phoned Roni after he had arrived in Dallas and checked the situation over. He told her that he wasn't going to be able to go on the sailing trip. There was just too much going on right then for him to be able to be away from his office for any extended length of time.
"What do you mean?" Roni's spoke softly into the phone.
"I mean, I'm going to be tied up here for at least a week."
"I can deal with that, but I'm not so sure your son's going to be overjoyed about it," she said.
"I know. This is really gonna cut into his time before he goes off to grad-school next month," he said. "Damn, I hate this! Every time I plan something with him, I screw it up."
"You don't screw it up, your company does," she replied.
"I own the company, that means I screw it up," he said. "At least, that's how Chad will see it."
"He'll understand. He isn't going to like it, but he'll understand," Roni tried to reassure her husband.
"No! I'll be dammed if I'm gonna let it happen again! I'm fifty-four years old, I don't need to be dealing with this kinda crap anymore; it's somebody else's turn. What the hell do I pay a branch manager for if I've gotta handle every little thing that crops up? Everything's ready to go, why don't you two go ahead and get started. I'll get away from here as quickly as I can and have the company helicopter fly me to wherever you are at that time. I'll call you on your cell phone before I leave to figure out where I can catch up with you."
"Sail the boat without you?" she asked in surprise. "Do you think he'll go for that?"
"Sure, Chad's a good sailor, he knows more about handling that boat than I do," he said. "Hell, he'll love it."
"You want him to sail the boat by himself?" she asked.
"No, you'll be there to give him a hand. You know what you're doing," he replied. "Just get Chad out on the boat and relax for a few days, I'll be there before he even realizes that I'm not there."
"Let me get him on the phone and you tell him what you want to do," Roni said. "I don't want to get caught in the middle."
"There ain't anything to get caught in the middle of," he replied. "Put him on."
Chad got on the phone and his father explained everything to him and the trip was back on. Chad was excited by the idea of being the captain of the Roni's Delight for a few days. He didn't have any problems with the plan at all.
Two days later, Chad maneuvered Roni's Delight out of the harbor and into the Chesapeake Bay using the auxiliary engine. Once he was well clear of the harbor and the usual mass of other boats moving around the harbor entrance, he cut the engine off and raised the sails to let her do what she was designed to do, sail under the power of the wind. Sailing Roni's Delight was Chad's favorite pass time. He dreamed of the day when he would own a boat just like her, perhaps one even a little bigger. He wanted one big enough to live on.
The sun blazed warm in the August afternoon sky after they had sailed out of the bay and into the open ocean. A mild breeze blew from astern; the sails were set to run on the wind. Everything was beautiful, including Roni sitting next to him in the cockpit wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. The color of the suit accented her smooth dark skin. She glistened with the coconut tanning oil she was slowly, flirtatiously smoothing over her long slender legs.
"Want me to rub some oil on your back?" Chad offered.
"Yeah, thanks," she replied. "Why don't we stop here for a while and enjoy the sun? We're not in any big hurry to go anywhere in particular, are we?"
"Not that I know of," Chad said, getting up to drop the sails. "We can just let her drift around out here for a while; we're not in the shipping lanes and there's no other boats anywhere near around us. It'll be fun to just relax and maybe swim for a little while too."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Roni agreed, getting up to help Chad lower the sails.
A few minutes later, Roni's Delight drifted lazily up and down on the rolling waves of a calm Atlantic Ocean. While Chad finished up the few little things he had to do to secure the boat, Roni went below to get a couple of beers from the galley refrigerator. When she came back up topside, she spread a large beach towel out on the foredeck and sat down to await Chad.
Chad could barely keep his eyes off his stepmother while taking care of his boat chores. She had leaned back on her elbows to enjoy the warmth sun as it glistened off her lean, oiled dark body. Her large breasts stuck out like she had two halves of a regulation football glued to her chest. He had often wondered why she hadn't become a fashion model. She definitely had the body and looks for it. She was 5'7" with long slow curves. Her breasts were firm and full. At least, Chad figured they were firm because of the way they always stood out so well no matter what she was wearing. He, of course, had no first-hand knowledge of their firmness, other than in his sensual dreams about her and the few times she had accidentally brushed one of her breasts up against him at home. But, boy did he ever yearn to touch those big beautiful puppies.
Her legs were long and slim with nicely defined calves and the most gorgeous thighs he had ever seen. He had often dreamt about having those wonderful thighs wrapped around him. His dad was, in Chad's opinion, one of the luckiest men on the planet. Chad wondered what a beautiful woman like Roni saw in an old man like his father. He had long ago decided it must be his money. Sure, his dad was a nice enough guy and really didn't look his age. He was still in decent physical shape too. But God, this woman could have any man she desired just by batting her big almond-shaped, dark-brown eyes at him. One flash of her big, sparkling-white smile could cause any man's wallet to pop right out of his back pocket and something else to pop up between his front pockets.
Chad knew it was wrong to think about his stepmother in this manner, but he couldn't help it. He really didn't know her all that well. He had been away at college through his father's courtship with her. Even after they had gotten married, Chad hadn't been around too much.
Finally finished with his tasks, he sat down next to her. "You really enjoy the sun, don't you," he said, trying to force himself not to stare at her chest.
"Oh yeah, it's sunny and warm like this all the time where I'm from. I just love it," she answered, handing him the bottle of coconut oil and turning over to lie on her stomach. "Do my back for me."
Chad was delighted to have a chance to touch her, even if it was just to put a little suntan oil on her back. Her warm, flawless skin was as smooth as satin to his touch.
"Oh, that feels wonderful," she mumbled as his strong hands started massaging the warm oil into her shoulders. She moaned a little when his fingers worked their way down her spine toward the small of her back.
He worked his way slowly over her back, enjoying the moment, savoring the feel of her tender body under his hands, not wanting it to end. He cautiously eased his fingers under the shoulder straps of her bikini top.
"Try not to get too much oil on my straps, it'll stain 'em," she mumbled, in a relaxed voice.
"Oh, sorry," he said, moving his hands away.
"No, don't stop. Just pull the straps down out of the way," she replied, reaching up and pulling the straps down over her shoulders. When she tried to put her arms back under her head, the straps bound up against them. She started trying to wiggle her arms out of the straps.
Chad was only too pleased to assist her. His breath caught momentarily when she raised up slightly to slide her arms back under her head and he caught a quick glimpse of just a little of the side of one of her beautiful breasts. His manhood had been growing slowing from the moment he first touched her, but that little glimpse of her breast had really started his blood to flowing.
He had to do something to get her breasts off his mind; he was creating quite a problem for himself. He decided talking might get his mind on something else. "Look at that, you're getting tan lines," he said.
"Yeah and I hate them," she replied, turning her head to look down at her shoulders.
"They're not too bad," he said.
Roni raised her head up slightly, looking around. "Are there any other boats around us?"
Chad glanced around the area, wondering why she was worried about other boats at the moment. "No, I don't even see another boat right now. We're pretty far out."
"Good, unhook my top in back," she said nonchalantly.
"What?" he asked with his eyes popping wide open.
"Unhook my bikini top so I can lay here on my stomach for a little while and start working on those tan lines," she replied. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Ah, um, no, of course not," he answered, reaching over her to unhook the bikini top.
After undoing the hook, he let the top fall away to her sides. He sat there, nearly breathless, staring at his stepmother's beautiful naked back.
"That's better," she said. "It's much more comfortable and now you can get the oil nice and even so I can get rid of those ugly lines."
"Let me move around to the other side; I got this side pretty good," he said, getting up on his knees to crawl around her.
When he got up by her head, she looked up at him. "Why don't you stay right there? You can reach all the way up and down my back and around both sides." She laid her head back down on her folded arms.
Kneeling above her, he filled his nervous hand with the warm, sweet smelling, coconut oil, leaned over her, and gently slid his hands up and down her shapely back.
"Oh, that feels wonderful," she mumbled.
He said nothing, but slowly worked his way outward from the center of her back towards her sides, paying special attention to the slightly lighter skin where the bikini had been.
Rocking back and forth above her, his strong hands worked their way up and down her curving waist. After several trips up and down, he moved his hands a little bit farther around toward her sides. His fingertips tingled as they lightly glided over the soft flesh of the sides of her breasts that were bulging out from under her as she lay flat against the deck. He held his breath when he thought he heard a soft moan come from her.
He slid his hands up and down her sides again, letting his fingers linger a little longer as they gingerly danced a bit farther down over the sides of her soft breasts. Again, he thought he heard a soft moan.
"Does that feel good?" he asked with a trembling voice, his pulse quickening, and his throat dry.
"Oh yes, it feels absolutely marvelous," she purred. "You should be a masseur. But you need more oil, especially where your hands are right now. I have some big white areas there."
Leaning back, Chad filled his shaking hand with the precious oil that was providing him with an excellent excuse to touch Roni's beautiful body in such a sensuous manner. He carefully spread the warm oil between his trembling palms. Leaning forward again, he placed his hands right against the bulging sides of her breasts. Her soft flesh felt so wonderful against the palms of his oil-laden hands.
This time he was sure he heard a quiet moan escape from her. A chill shot up his back; she was enjoying his attention. Either he was getting braver or he was losing control of himself because he slid his oily hands much farther down the sides of her breasts this time.
"Yeah, right there. That's good. I need lots of oil there," she said, her voice sounding sexier than any voice he had ever heard before.
Chad gasped when she raised up slightly on her elbows and his wandering hands slipped under her. He now had both hands full of her soft breasts.
"Um yes, that's it, cover them completely with the oil," she moaned, pressing her hard nipples firmly against his palms.
She raised up higher, going from her elbows and tummy to her hands and knees. Chad suddenly held the full glory of her gorgeous breasts in his hands. The feel of the soft, slippery flesh hanging down into his hands was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced. He wasn't a virgin; he'd been with women before; well, girls anyway. He thought about his first sexual encounter, his first piece of ass, when he was fifteen. It had been nowhere near as sensual as this; and he was only feeling Roni's breasts.
My God, he wondered to himself, if it feels this great just holding her breasts, what on Earth would she be like in bed? He was doing a bit more than just holding her breast now; he was massaging and squeezing them.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the body pounding sound of a helicopter ripped Chad's attention from the matters at hand. It passed a few hundred feet over the boat at very high speed.
"Oh damn, that's your father!" Roni yelled, grabbing her bikini top, jumping to her feet, and quickly putting the top back on.
"Are you sure?" Chad asked, unable to avert his eyes from her naked breasts when she stood up.
"Who the hell else would be trying to scare the crap outta us by blasting overhead like that in a helicopter?" she replied.
"I thought he was gonna call before he left," Chad said.
"Well, apparently he didn't," she replied.
The chopper made a long sweeping turn and headed back toward the yacht at a slower speed. "Is everything okay down there?" a voice boomed from a loudspeaker under the chopper.
Chad and Roni both breathed a heavy sigh of relief and gave an all-is-well wave to the US Coast Guard chopper hovering just off the port bow.
"Sorry for disturbing you, but you appeared to be adrift," the voice boomed from the chopper.
They both shook their heads "no" to the pilot.
The pilot gave them a wave, turned away from the Roni's Delight, started climbing, and headed back toward shore.
"Well, that was scary," Roni said, watching the chopper heading out of sight.
"Yeah, it sure got my heart to pounding," Chad agreed.
"I think your heart was already pounding," Roni smiled up into his eyes.
His face turned red. "I'm sorry, Roni. I guess I just got carried away," he apologized. "I didn't mean for that to happen. You won't mention this to Dad will you?"
She stepped closed to him and slipped her arms up around his neck. "I didn't mean for it to happen either, but I'm not sorry. In fact, I was enjoying it quite a bit."
He looked at her pretty face, his eyes danced back and forth between her eyes and her delicious looking lips. "And my dad?"
"What about your dad?" she softly asked.
"You're not going to tell him?" Chad asked.
"Of course not," she answered. "I may be his wife, but he's married to that company of his."
Chad could not resist the urge to taste her beautiful red lips. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her against him. Slowly, their lips met. Her lips eagerly parted at the gentle urging of his young tongue.
Such a kiss he had never known, nor had she in many years. She couldn't get enough of his exciting tongue. The feel of his manhood growing against her excited her even more. She pressed herself tighter against his hardness.
He moaned into her mouth, then backed his face a few inches away from hers. "You keep that up, I won't be responsible for my actions," he whispered with a nervous voice.
She smiled, molded her lips back to his and pressed herself against his swollen manhood again. His hands slid over her well-oiled, sensuous back, coming to rest on her firm behind. He cupped a soft globe in each hand and pulled her tighter against himself. He released her behind long enough to slide his hands up her back to get them oily, then slid them gently inside the waistband of her bikini bottom. The smooth skin covering her behind felt like silk in his oily hands.
Her large breasts pressed tight against his muscular chest when she reached behind her back to unhook the bikini top again, their lips still locked and their tongues still exploring. The sensation of her hard, naked, oily nipples against his bare chest when she pulled the top from between them was almost more than his young, excited body could deal with. He began to tremble a little when he felt the bikini bottom slipping down over his hands. She pulled her hips away from him enough to allow the bikini to slide from between them and drop to the deck beside the bikini top.
His heart pounded. His manhood throbbed. His mind raced. Here he was, standing on the bow of his father's yacht, holding his father's beautiful, naked wife in his arms, tasting her sweet tongue, and wanting to do more, much more. This gorgeous, sexy woman was his stepmother, his father's bride. Stepmother, did the word "step" make it okay? Was he breaking some kind of ancient incest rule? What would happen if his advances upset her and she told his father?
Her gentle hand glided slowly up his thigh and inside the leg of his loose fitting swimsuit. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around his concrete-hard member. She ran her slippery fingers up and down its full swollen length. His breath caught in his lungs when she squeezed its sensitive engorged head. She softly sucked on his eager tongue while slowly stroking him.
He reluctantly broke their kiss. "You're gonna have a real problem on your hands if you don't stop," his voice trembled.
"Maybe I'd like a problem like that," she purred, reaching back for his mouth with her wet lips.
Inching away from her lips, he said, "Maybe we should go below before someone sees us out in the open like this."
Without releasing her grip on him, she turned to look all around the boat.
"There's no one around. Besides, I'm too greasy to go below and I don't think you're going have enough time to get there," she replied, increasing the speed and pressure of her loving strokes on his enraged manhood.
His eyes closed. His head tilted back. Every muscle in his strong body began to vibrate with the rapid increase of sexual tension as his body prepared itself for the eminent release building so powerfully in his burning loins.Roni's loving female instincts sensed the sudden urgency of his situation. She dropped to her knees, quickly tugged the loose leg of his swimsuit upward, freeing his rigid manhood from the confines of the suit. She knew she didn't have a moment to waste admiring the throbbing vision of swollen masculinity encircled in her long slender fingers when she heard the deep guttural growl forcing its way up from his lungs.
She slipped her lips around the enlarged head and sucked it deep into her mouth. Her hot tongue pranced up and down the expanded vain on its underside and swirled around its large head several times. She pulled back momentarily, allowing it to nearly escape the torture of her mouth, but just as quickly, slipped it deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged as it pressed into her throat. She fought the urge, the reflex, and pushed her mouth farther down its length. She leaned forward a little to better align her throat with the angle of his entry. Passed the reflex to gag, she slid him deeper into her throat. Her lips reached the base of his large manhood. She felt its inflamed head deep in her virgin throat. This was where she wanted it to happen. She was giving him something she had never given to another man, her throat.
His body went as rigid as a statue. He grabbed her head and held himself deep in her throat. His body began to shake violently. She braced herself for what was to come.
"Oh… my… God!" his quivering voice rumbled as his first surge exploded deep in Roni's waiting throat. Powerful muscles in her throat constricted tightly around his raging manhood as she involuntarily swallowed, sending sensations back into his erupting loins he had never even dreamed of. He immediately repaid this with a second, third, fourth, and fifth surge deep in her throat. Her hungry throat involuntarily constricted tighter with each surge to swallow what he was pumping down her throat. Each strengthening constriction caused another, more powerful, surge to blast from him.
The rigidness slowly waned from his body; everywhere except from his still pulsing manhood buried so deep in Roni's tight throat. His knees became weak. His body trembled, nearing exhaustion. Gradually, his knees gave out and he sank slowly to the beach towel on the deck. She held him tight to her by his taunt buns as he sank, keeping him deep in her throat.
As his pulses gradually began to wane in strength and frequency, she pulled away little by little until his manhood was out of her throat and back into her mouth. Because he had came so deep in her throat, she didn't get to taste his juices and she desperately wanted to.
Once the still swollen head of his young manhood withdrew from her throat, she slid her tongue gently along the underside of it and was rewarded with several quick, strong spurts against her tongue. She moaned at the combined sweet and salty taste of his hot juice sliding over her tongue. The vibration of her moan quickly excited his nearly spent manhood and it gave her more. Another moan was followed by another pulse. She swallowed and was treated to one last small pulse that dribbled a final hint of his juice on her tongue for her to savor. She didn't swallow it until she had allowed his limp member to slip from between her lips.
Chad leaned back against the front window of the cabin, still sitting on his knees. He had no strength left. She had completely drained him of everything.
Finally, he looked up into her smiling face as she swallowed that last little taste of him. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced," he tried to speak.
"You seemed to enjoy it," she spoke softly.
"Enjoy, is definitely the wrong word," he replied.
"Good. I liked it too," she said. "Why don't you just relax there for a few minutes before you try to stand up. You look tired."
"No, you just turned all my bones to jelly," he smiled.
"Relax a moment," she said. "Then we can go swimming and rinse all this oil off of me."
"I can't relax, I think I've broken both my legs," he said, looking down at his legs folded up underneath him.
Roni helped him straighten out his legs and replace everything that belonged back inside his swimsuit. He just sat there, leaning against the cabin, spent and exhausted.
She sat in front of him, still on her knees, still naked, just looking at him. Finally, she crawled up over him and sat straddling his legs. She leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. "Are you upset with me?" she whispered.
"Upset with you? Are you crazy?" he asked. "Should I be?"
"I thought maybe you might be upset about your father. I mean, I am married to him," she said, her expression serious.
"What's that got to do with me being upset with you?"
"I want you to know that I've never cheated on him before," she said, her head hung down.
"That's cool. I believe you," he replied.
"Well, I haven't. I guess I just got carried away with the nearness of such a handsome young man as you," she said. "And your strong hands felt so wonderful when you were putting the oil on me. It's been a long time since anyone other than your dad has shown an interest in me. Like I said, 'I guess I got carried away'."
"Roni, I can't believe no men have made advances at you," Chad said. "You're still a very attractive lady. Attractive hell, you're gorgeous."
"Well, thank you kind sir. That means a lot coming from you," she blushed a little. "I just wanted to apologize for taking advantage of you."
"Hey, wait a second, who took advantage of who?" he laughed. "I thought I was the one in the wrong. And please don't try to apologize. It'll make me feel like nothing like that will ever happen between us again."
"Do you want it to?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he replied. "I don't know just how to tell you this, but I think I love you."
Roni giggled. "Of course you do, I'm your stepmother."
"I don't mean that way. You know what I mean," he mumbled.
"I think that's just a young man's lust," she smiled.
"I ain't sure what it is, but I like it," he smiled back.
"So do I. Are you ready for that swim now?" she asked, slipping off of his lap. "It's getting late and I've got to fix us something to eat, but I've got to get rid of this oil first."
"You know something, Lady? You're downright sexy standing there like that, in the nude, I mean."
"Thank you again, you big flirt. I hope you don't talk to the other girls like that," she teased.
"No, just you," he replied, taking the hand she had extended to help him up.
"Yeah, I bet," she smiled.
"Let's go for that swim," he said as he gave her a light smack on her naked behind. "Give me a minute to drop the anchor. I wouldn't want the boat leaving without us."
After he dropped the anchor overboard, he picked up both parts of her bikini, carried them to the aft deck and placed them where he could get to them quickly if another boat was to appear too close. He slipped his swimsuit off, took Roni's delicate hand and they dove into the cool water, hand in hand.
Roni and Chad played in the cool water of the Atlantic, splashing around and wrestling like a couple of children. Roni felt like a schoolgirl in love again. Chad felt like a lucky man who had just found the love of his life. She wasn't like the other girls he'd been with; they had been just that; girls. But Roni was a woman; a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it.
Chad clung to the small ladder, for climbing back onto the large boat, with one hand while his other arm held onto Roni's slim waist. Roni's arms slipped around his muscular shoulders. What was supposed to have been a quick I-love-you kiss turned into a hotly passionate kiss, nearly as deep as the ocean in which they were swimming. Their tongues slid around and over each other like an octopus orgy.
Chad's large hand slipped from her waist, found its way to her beautiful round behind, then around her hip, and came to rest against the tangled patch of glossy-black hair crowning her womanhood. Moments later his hand was between her soft thighs, his fingers played over the opening to her sexuality.
His large middle finger separated the delicate folds of her flesh and roamed around the edge of her center. She moaned quietly as his finger danced over her growing clitoris. Her quiet moans became more audible when he slipped that big finger gently inside of her. Her arms fell from around his neck with a splash. Her eyes closed.
Her beautiful body floated free, suspended by the heavy saltwater of the Atlantic while her passion floated on the fire Chad's finger was stoking deep in her very being.
She was floating on her back, held only by one of Chad's hands under the middle of her back and the middle finger of his other hand deep inside of her, probing faster and deeper. The feelings she was experiencing were the most fabulous sensations she had ever known. The world outside of her body seemed to be non-existent to her at that moment. She felt like she was floating in space, touched by nothing but Chad's wonderful hand snuggled between her thighs and deep inside of her body.
The fire he was stoking in her was building and racing for the fuse that would soon detonate a major explosion at her very core. She lay there on the water, unable to move as she began to shake in anticipation of the final stages of the flames building deep inside of her. They grew from a smoldering ember, to a kindled flame, to a racing brush fire, and finally into a raging forest fire. Suddenly, the forest fire crowned at her center and blasted outward in every direction. She tried to restrain the scream she felt rushing from her lungs. The attempt was futile. She released a scream so intense that whales for twenty miles around must have taken notice of the new voice in their ocean.
The fire inside her had gone nuclear; core breach was eminent and nearly immediate. She grabbed Chad's forearm with one hand as her body convulsed into meltdown when he slipped a second finger into her. Her long dark-red nails dug into the flesh of his arm. But he continued, undaunted by the pain, to focus every ounce of energy he possessed into those two fingers that were so relentlessly moving, turning, and probing deep inside the wet, velvety tunnel to her soul.
Her body arched against the eruption quaking at her core. The fact that her head was going back and underwater seemed immaterial to her at that moment. Chad had to lift her nearly out of the water to keep her from drowning.
Even though they were in the ocean Chad could feel her warm juices as they gushed from her like an underwater volcano. Her insides squeezed tight around his busy fingers over and over. She seemed totally unaware of the fact that they were in water nearly a-hundred-feet deep. She was making no attempt to stay afloat. He began to worry because he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold her head above the water. He slid his hand up her back until he was just holding her by the back of her head and the two fingers creating havoc inside her.
He felt the tension in her supple body slowly began to relax and the constrictions inside her subsiding. He gently eased his fingers out of her and pulled her into his arms, holding her weak, spent body close. She seemed unconscious.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Her big dark-brown eyes fluttered open. Tears began rolling down her cheeks. She said nothing. She just stared back at him through unfocused glassy eyes.
He took her by her shoulders and shook her lightly. "Roni, talk to me! Are you all right?"
Her eyes gradually focused on him, a relaxed smile slipped across her pretty face. "Oh my God, yes. I don't know what you did, but you can do it again any time you wanna," she replied. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was like we were the only humans on the planet."
"You scared me. I was afraid you were gonna drown. If we had been on the boat, you'd still be screaming," he smiled.
"Then I'm glad we're in the water, I couldn't have taken much more," Roni said, laying her head against his shoulder. "Give me a moment to recuperate before we get back on the boat."
"What's wrong, you don't wanna swim anymore?" he teased.
"Right now, if I slipped under the water, I'd just keep right on sinking," she mumbled in his ear. "I wouldn't have enough strength to come back up."
He held her tighter. "Don't worry, I won't let you go."
Suddenly there was a large splash less than twenty feet from where they floated in the ocean. It scared the dickens out of Roni. She screamed, "Shark!" and scrambled over Chad's shoulders, up the ladder and onto the boat, in a matter of seconds. "Hurry, Chad, hurry!" she screamed over the side at Chad, who was hanging onto the ladder and laughing so hard that tears rolled down his face.
"Chad, it's coming back!" Roni screamed. "Hurry!"
"Don't worry, I know how to deal with this fellow," Chad said, letting his body relax, he floated face down in the water.
The huge creature surfaced right beside him. Chad placed his hand on its back and it pulled him around in small circles.
Roni was relieved and a bit embarrassed when she discovered it was only a big Bottlenose Dolphin who had just come by to see what all the screaming was about.
Chad let go of the dolphin and swam back to the ladder. The big dolphin jumped a few times; apparently it wanted to play some more, but Chad had other things on his mind at the moment.
After Chad was back aboard the yacht, Roni threw a large beach towel at him. "Why didn't you tell me that was a dolphin? Why'd you let me make a fool of myself?" she yelled, trying to sound angry, but not doing a very convincing job of it.
"Because the view I had looking up at you scampering up the ladder was just too beautiful to interrupt," Chad grinned.
"You can have that view any time you want it, but you don't have to try to scare me nearly to death to see it," she replied.
"I didn't scare you, the fish did."
"It's not a fish, it's a mammal," she said with a smirk.
"See, you admit it was the dolphin, not me," he laughed.
"Yeah, but you knew it wasn't a shark! You could have at least told me!" she barked.
"Hell, I didn't have time, you were up that ladder and gone so damn fast," Chad laughed.
"Oh, you're such a brat," she laughed rushing toward him in an attempt to push him backward over the side of the boat.
Chad sidestepped her and grabbed her by the arm just in time to keep her from falling overboard instead of him. He pulled her close, slipped his arms around her slim waist and pressed his lips to hers. She wound her arms around his neck. His tongue snaked between her eager lips and probed deep as she gently sucked on it.
She felt his passion growing between them. She liked the way his youthful hardness felt against her body as his manhood quickly responded to his deep desires for her. Her hands slid down his broad muscular back until they reached his narrow butt. She pulled him tight against her and pressed herself even tighter to him. He pressed back at her.
Roni eased her lips slightly away from his. "Surely you're not ready for round two already are you?" she whispered.
He just grinned and shook his head up and down fast, like a child who had just been asked if he wanted more candy.
"Oh how I love the wonderful recuperative powers of sweet youth," she smiled.
"I don't know anything about recuperative powers, but I do know what I want and right now what I want is you," he replied.
"Well, if you think you're ready, let's go down below and resume this conversation in a bunk," she suggested, stepping back from him and taking him by the hand to lead him to the companionway to go down below.
He pulled her slender hand to his once-again hard, swollen manhood. "What do you think? Am I ready?" he asked with a grin.
"I think if you were any more ready, I might have a real problem putting that beautiful thing where I want it."
She led him to the companionway, not letting go of his manhood as they went. He followed her like a puppy on a leash. As they passed the control panel, he turned on the anchorage lights. He was sure he wouldn't be back up topside before dark.
After stepping off the companionway ladder into the beautiful salon of Roni's Delight, he picked Roni up in his arms and carried her to his cabin.
"Don't you want to go to my cabin?" she asked. "The bed is much larger than yours."
"No, I want you in my bunk. Then when you can no longer come to my cabin because my father is here, I'll at least, still have your wonderful scent in my bunk," he replied.
"Let's not talk about your father right now. But I promise you, we'll find a way to be together when we need to," she said.
Chad gently laid her on his bunk and eased himself down on top of her, lying between her soft thighs. Roni guided his hard manhood to the moist entrance of her sexuality. He pushed gently against her openness, sliding the engorged head of his hardness just inside of her.
"Is that a promise?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I'll do everything I can to be with you," she smiled up into his searching eyes.
Suddenly he thrust his hips forward, shoving the full rigid length of his swollen manhood deep into her wet, waiting center. "I said, 'is that a promise'?" he repeated in a louder, husky voice as he slammed deep and hard into the depths of her body.
"Oh Christ!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"That's what I wanted to hear," Chad said, pulling himself nearly out of her before slowly easing back into her warm velvety depths.
He put his mouth to hers; their tongues kept the same slow pace as the long gentle strokes taking place inside of her body.
Roni moaned quietly into Chad's mouth and wrapped her long gorgeous legs around his hips as the first waves of euphoria began to course through her. "Please, Baby, go faster, you've got me hanging right on the edge," she moaned.
"Does it feel good?" he whispered.
"Oh God yes, it feels fantastic," she gasped.
"Then be still and just enjoy it," he replied. He refused to increase the pleasant slow even strokes.
Her hands grabbed the edges of the mattress, her body tried to arch upward under his weight. Her body was awash with beautiful, gentle waves flowing through her in every direction. Her breathing became faster as she neared the crest of the final huge wave, which would send her surfing through heaven at any moment.
She could sense the tension and urgency building in Chad, but he still maintained the slow steady pace that was driving her wild.
Suddenly, his eyes closed. His teeth clenched. He raised his weight off of her, shoved his hard manhood as deep into her as he could and held it there, tight. His entire being was focused on the sensations taking place deep inside of her. His first surge blasted right into the huge tidal wave Roni was just crashing over.
Their lips brushed together as his deep, guttural growl drowned out her sweet moans. Their warm, wet bodies trembled and shook together as one body. Surge after surge of his hot juices pumped deep inside of her and directly into the crushing onslaught of ecstasy pulsating through her quivering body. Each time his diamond-hard manhood would pulse inside of her, the muscles of her soft tunnel would contract tightly around him. Each surge instigated another contraction; each contraction instigated another surge. It was like she was trying to drain every ounce of life out of him through his manhood, and his still eager member was only too happy to keep pouring it into her center, pulse after pulse.
Finally drained of everything, Chad collapsed on top of Roni. She held him tight as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed from her body. Neither spoke nor moved, as they lay there basking in the wonderful afterglow of the euphoria they had just experienced together.The strength in Roni's arms and legs faded and she collapsed flat on the bunk. Chad started to raise his weight off of her, fearing he must be crushing her delicate body.
Her arms shot back up around his neck. "No, don't move yet, please," she begged.
He relaxed, gently allowing his weight to ease back down on top of her. "Ain't I crushing you?" he asked softly.
"If this is what being crushed is like, run over me with a stream roller, I love it," she replied. "Come to think of it, I think you just did that." A quiet moan from her lips filled his ear she was lightly nibbling on.
His spent manhood still gloved in the warmth of her velvety soft tunnel, he turned his body at a slight angle to hers so all his weight wouldn't be directly on her. He pulled a pillow under his head, and together, they drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken moments later by the incessant music of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony screaming from Roni's cell phone.
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