A holiday away from all those obligations. The job, the family, the social drama of the day. You needed a getaway to soothe her soul, and what better balm for the soul than new sights in new and strange places. What better holiday than a cruise where she would have nothing else to think about except to live in the moment. Just you a good book and a pleasant ocean view. So why is it you are bent over, holding onto your bedpost for dear life?
The smell of salt air pervading the senses. Taste of a cool sea breeze alighting on your tongue. Waves lapping against the sides of your boat, a musical song played just for your ears. The majestic vista of the pure blue ocean splayed out in front of you. And the slow rocking motions of the ship, lulling you to relax. Yet…
What you smell is the mixture of sex and arousal of you and your lover. What you taste is the taste of his cum stained dick that had so recently vacated from your mouth. What you hear is the rhythmic pounding of his cock inside you, echoing a piece of music unto its own. What you see is your reflection on the bedside mirror. And what you feel… What you feel is a cock of monstrous proportions, filling you up to your belly with its size and stretching your pussy such that you fear that you will never feel whole again without his cock inside you. The image reflected back of you, you notice, smiles. The shriek you hear next startles you for its intensity and then doubly so when you see in the mirror that it’s you with the opened mouth making that unearthly sound.
Struggling to come to grip with what you are doing, your eyes glaze over. Gazing up at the figure reflected above your shoulder, the two arms pressing down on the small of your back. Muscles rippling, the biceps muted, the triceps straining, the forearms under enough stress that veins pop out. Even in this half-dazed state, you are still struck by the beauty of those arms. Arms built like pythons. The sinews are coiled to give as much pressure as your hips can take. Individual sweat drops flowing down the tributaries of his arms. Falling with a staccato drip on your naked back. Striking your ass, pooling down, and mixing with your sweat. As expected of the workout you’ve had trying to keep up with this bo… This man.
This man with a broad and hairless chest. This man with the glistening pecs. This man whose hair has fallen over his face obscures the smile that made you fall for him. But.. Heh. You suspect it’s not a smile that’s hidden now behind that mop of hair. It’s something far more bestial. The soft yet firm hands that grip you not allowing you to escape from his attention. Your pliable flesh being stretched like chewing gum. A fire blazing between your legs. And the grunts that accompany each thrust the keeping all you can focus on as you try to regain clarity. Your legs, his hands, and the sweet sound you two make.
For his part, he was… well over the moon. Meeting someone new at a dinner in the lounge area. Finding out she had a great sense of humor. Realizing she could and would drink him under the table… It all seemed too good to be true. He knew that she was a bit older than him, that whatever sparks there were could only be a kindling… Yet with her almost serpentine body held under his arms, he could not bring himself to care. Her sex holding his cock tight, almost unwilling to let it slide out. The squelching heard as it’s thrust back in an almost welcoming greeting it into its new home. Her waist was almost handcrafted for his hands. The long fingers of his wrapping around her body. Thumbs dancing on her naked back. The crack between her ass winking at him with every thrust.
It’s a feeling like none other around his cock. A sense… of comfort that he’s never felt before. Like her sex is molding itself to please him. Each time he goes in, the experience more orgasmic. Reaching out to grab her by her short hair and raising her head. Back curved like a bow, the limits of her body reached. A moan escaping her lips, followed by a grunt from his. Her ass grinding against him, yearning to feel more of him. The new contortion of her body allowing his cock to reach a hereto undiscovered part of her body. The head of his cock sliding past her spot. A spasm echoing out of her body every time he does so.
Leaning forward himself, twisting her head like a pretzel to plant a kiss on her lips full of savagery. His mind was full of want, not of patience. A bite on her lips to send her mind reeling, a tongue invading inside her mouth with the gentleness of a rampaging bull. And all she could do was take it. Helpless in his grasp yet… By the way, she kept fucking his cock by aggressively slamming herself against him. The rough stuff only seemed to turn her on more.
Tearing his lips away from her, a bead of saliva being stretched past its breaking point connected to both their lips is flicked away. Landing on her ass. An ass that begins feeling more of that rough stuff… His hand raised, coming down at an awkward angle yet with the full force of a man who took pride in his strength. A rosy hue of a ripened apple coloring her pale cheeks. The jiggles that reverberate out from that point of impact, almost masturbating his cock by itself. Stuck inside her sex as it was. An imprint of his hand on her cheeks… marking her as his.
Grunting out at the effort, a forceful thrust is done… but this time it’s not pulled back “You are my woman” He grunts. “And I’m your man!!!” At his words the cock that had been buried so far inside of her, plumbing a depth she had not thought possible of being reached… gives way. A cockhead almost invisible to her eyes going so deep inside her that she could feel her bell stretch out. “Now take my fucking seed!!!!!” His tone a mix between a groan of pain, a moan of pleasure, and the grunt of a man who barely had enough presence of mind to form words. The tight grip she had on him robbing him of his control.
The jets of jism that shoot out flood her womb. The pressure building up inside of her at this new invasion threatening to spill his cock out of her. Yet he doesn’t let her. Nor does she. Her legs gripping his cock inside of him. While a hand reaches out behind to caress his firm buttocks, speaking without words, entreating him to keep his cock inside her. And that he does. A bucking bull for a cock jerking around inside of her. Streams of seamen flowing inside of her. Hot, wet cum dripping into her womb and she yells “Please baby, give it to me, knock me up baby. I want that cock. Please whatever you do. don’t stop” any sense of shame having been robbed from her as she yells it out uncaring if her neighbors hear. “Take it you fucking slut, take all my seed” the creamy white semen now spilling over. Frothing over the walls of her pussy coating the base of his cock and balls. Still, he doesn’t stop. Until his body stops shuddering and for minutes after he does not move. The cock buried in her leaking out cum like a never-ending fountain. Mixing with her juices and then leaking back out. His passions cooling the grip on her waists relax. Caressing the middle of her back he whispers “Make me the father of your child, love…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k4fjlm/at_sea_older_woman_and_younger_man_breeding_way
For context, I’m not a writer. I just wrote this out after an Rp session where I was asked to play on my partner’s secret breeding kink. :) As such my goal is to tickle your horny bone so I apologize for not much traditional build-up.
(Oh and I super apologize for the dialogue.)