Like his wife he had blonde hair and a dazzling smile. He was close to 6' and very buff.As soon as they boarded the boat I knew two things: I wanted... both of them, and I was sure it would happen. They were open, fun-loving, very sensual, and enjoyed the flirting I greeted them with.On the third day of the trip we stopped and the passengers went ashore to hike and have a lunch my crew gave them. That was the perfect opportunity for me: I made it clear to crew and passengers alike that in. I wanted to suck his huge cock, a feat for someone good, with experience. I was up to doing it.I knelt to meet his big, long cock. I marveled at its sheer size as he brought his dick to my mouth. I held my head, to hold its fast steer; I held it, his huge cock barely fit my right hand, and used both hands to maneuver it into my direction, into my hot mouth. I was surprised how good it felt and tasted clean.I sucked it pretty good, making him moan, and felt it getting even harder, that he liked. I dug my nails into his bare shoulders leaving red lines on his tan skin. I couldn't control the little noises that escaped my lips with every stroke of his cock inside me. Suddenly he went still and took a step back. I looked at him and whimpered a little.“Don’t stop,” I pleadedHe responded by pointing to the ground at his feet, “Get on your hands and knees whore.”I obeyed, I just wanted him inside me again. I got down on my knees bracing myself on my hands, I felt him position himself behind. I thought about the various objects stored under my bed, and how much I wanted to use them at that moment. But I resisted. It was too early in our relationship to break out the crazy. I knew it was bad to keep secrets, but I didn't want to scare her off, either.I lost my train of thought when Joyce started pulling at my hair, pushing me closer."Oh god," she moaned.I smirked; I could feel her lose her composure. I broke away from her for a moment, took my hand from her knee, and wet my fingers.