The Bark

[Mist S]

a soft moan is my only answer as my mouth engulfs Cg's cock and I feel his tongue touch me. Slowly i suck him, my fingers coming up to toy with his balls, my attention centered on him until a shaft of pleasure darts through me, making me gasp and my hips jerk, moving them even closer to his mouth if possible

 

[cgraven]

Mist’s sweet little pussy dips closer as she gasps her hips seductively rock. I feast on her thumbs spreading her soft rose pedal lips to dart across her clit. Nibbling, suckling, my teeth grate across that bud as I inhale deeply drawing a cool stream of air across that feverous bud in a teasing, pleasing, torment that leads to ecstasy.

 

[Mist S]

The cooler air drives a moan from me, my body shakes as pure sensation takes over. Cg's cock is forgotten at the moment, as I search for and find fulfillment. My body writes on top of his as my Orgasm takes hold, leaving me breathless in its wake.

It takes almost my full effort to voice the need in me, my voice hoarse when I speak.

Cg...I need you inside me...

 

[cgraven]

I listen to Mist urgently whispered plea.

Come then Chere as I remember you can be a very naughty Cowgirl.

 

[Mist S]

A grin as I flip myself around once more.

Gee Cg, a girl could get dizzy around you with all these circles I am turning.

agonizingly slowly, i set Cg's cock at the entrance of my pussy, lowering myself slowly, one inch, then two, before starting back up. I dont know who might be being teased by this more as I find myself yearning for more. My eyes glint at Cg, daring him to grab on and take me for a ride before I tease myself to death

 

[cgraven]

That naughty glint in Mist’s eyes daring me to grab on and take her for a ride before she teases us both to death. The smoldering look in her passion glazed eyes, the gentle rocking of the bark only adding to this maddening sensual game, passions building but not met as I resist the urge to drive Mist down on me fully impaling her.

Dizzy Mist I don’t think you could ever be dizzy breathless, intoxicated with passion yes, but dizzy no.

I am only human the seductive embrace of her sweet tight pussy the rock of the bark are to much my hands are on her waist drawing Mist down, I find the rhythm of the bark and Mist needs as I thrust my hips up to meet Mist. My fingers find her taunt nipples my lips soon follow.

 

[Mist S]

Well...I have the breathless part down so far

a pleased gasp as Cg finally seats his cock inside me, my toes dig into the blanket on the bunkfor purchase as I begin to drive my body back and forth on him, as his fingers, then lips tease my nipples, my back arches and a long moan rolls out of me. My hand slides to the back of Cg's neck, holding him close, before urging him to switch sides, my other nipple begging for similar attention

 

[cgraven]

I grant the tender urging of Mist’s hand at the back of my neck to please her neglected other nipple. My knees rise to support her back as a moan escapes her lips her supple body arching to me. Fingers roll her moist nipple between thumb and for finger a little tug as my mo tongue flutters across the tip of the other taunt bud..

I moan growing harder with each time her pussy fully impales her on my cock. Little sighs of pleasure escape my own lips.

 

[Mist S]

Cg's tongue is very talented, at it flicks over my tight nipple, each pass makes me whimper with need, each thrust of his cock inside me brings me closer. with one hand I reach between my legs, feeling his cock as it strokes into my pussy. While I am there, I can't resist reaching up slightly and twirling my fingertips over my clit, driving myself over the edge. My pussy clamps down on his cock, rippling around it with each spasm of pleasure. I hook my heels around Cg's, leaning forward and straightening my legs to offset the balance. A hand under his shoulder urges a position change, at the same time as I speak

'nough cowgirl, roll over and fuck me right please!

My body is screaming for more, but my legs are trembling, telling me it has to be a different way

 

[cgraven]

Mist orgasm engulfs her yet her body yearns for more. We roll our body locked in passion. Her smoldering eyes tell of her hunger, are fingers interlocked her arms now stretched above her head.
my lips brush hers along lingering kiss as my back arches and drive me ever deeper into her tight pussy.

Our passion builds as I fuck her for all she is worth till her sighs and gasps become moan of wanton pleasure.

 

[Mist S]

the feel of Cg's weight on top of me, the depth he reaches inside of me, the hot kisses exchanged all combine to equal exquisite pleasure as I moan heatedly. My fingers entwined with Cg's dig into the backs of his hands briefly in a reaction I cant hold back, nor do i wish to. Lights are dancing behind my eyes as a ripling orgasm tears through my body causing me to slam my hips into Cg's driving strokes with wild abandon. Slowly coming down off this peak, my glazed eyes seek Cg's meeting his gaze as I deliberately ripple my pussy muscles, starting as far back as I have control and slowly tighten them up until it must feel like he is fucking a tight wet fist. I relax and do it again, trying to drive him toward the ecstasy I have just come from

 

[cgraven]

The soft firm rippling of Mist Pussy drives crazy with desire for her as I thrust deeper into her welcoming silken perfection, the bite of her nails as my body stiffens to flood her with my passion.

My you are such a naughty girl Mist….I love it.

 

[cgraven]

She rode easy, the lines dropping from her scuppers to the billiards and cleats of the dock. Her masts bare and naked against the slate gray sky, her standing rigging shrouded with snow. She was a two master built in Scotland at the turn of the century, the fore mast square rigged with four yards arms, the aft mast barkentine rigged, and her bow sprint pointing to seaward. She looked like a caged bird, a wild and free thing, tethered to the dock, a creature not quite in her element yearning to be free running before the wind. There was a small cabin aft just forward of the helm, the main hold lying between the mast, a smaller hold just forward of the main mast and a companion way on the forecastle. Her taft and fife rails worn well polished by years of running lines. She was neat, shipshape and in Bristol fashion, her bright work reflecting the dim sunlight. A gray haze of smoke rose from the little stove pipe by the after cabin. She had been built at the turn of the last century, for trade and as steam ships became the norm the little Bark had found her way to China and the island trade.

I slid the hatch open below decks the warmth of the main cabin. It was neat simple but elegant in its own right. A chart table lay just right of the ladder, a gimbaled table the filled the center of the cabin There was a teak door that led aft to the Master’s cabin.