Chapter 21: Sailing On

I felt Connie’s cunt begin to clutch at me. Every time I slid past her cervix, she shuddered. I could feel some of what she was feeling. My balls got a tiny jolt every time she shuddered. It felt electrical; my balls started feeling like they were swelling and were more than ready. They drew up and ached.

I growled, “WHAaaaahhh...”

As soon as Connie felt the heat from my cum spurting into her, her cunt clamped down hard on me, and she began to shake strongly. She did not utter a word; she just squeaked and lay still.

I looked down at her face after she sighed. Her eyes were open and blank, and her body had sagged. I sat there for a minute with my cock-head stewing inside her. I enjoyed my work and the feelings my cock and balls enjoyed.

I used my hand to close her eyes. I didn’t need Connie to go blind because she was facing the sun.

I instructed ‘Naughty’ to stop the boat. I felt him turn into the wind. The sails fluttered some, but not badly. They have carbon fiber in them, so I need to be careful so they don’t get damaged.

I got up and walked to the stern. I dove into the ocean from the bottom step. The water was somewhat warm, but jumping in woke up every nerve in my body.

I heard the girls and looked up to see them coming down the steps. They both jumped in feet first, and they playfully splashed at me, then they held on. We stayed that way, holding each other, and I moved my arms, splashing a bit to keep us afloat and together. I felt a little prop wash as Naughty maneuvered to keep us closer.

Connie moved around in front of me; she put her legs behind me and pulled me inside her. Well, that ought to wash some stuff out of her as she pumps me in and out of her fleshy bald pussy.”

I said, “Drozul, will the ocean water hurt her insides?”

He said, “Not at all. The Exos will prevent any harm from the ocean.”

Connie slowed to a stop and just stayed there with me plugged into her. She held on to me for dear life, quivering. My hands keep moving so I can keep us above water.

Jenny was next to us, and she pulled my head aside and began French kissing me. My dick in one woman, water washing around me, another woman clutching at me and kissing me deeply. This is heaven, although it makes it hard to swim. I felt Connie have a small cum.

Connie was getting tired of hanging on; she sagged a little. Her legs slid down as she moved off from me. Jenny performed the same maneuver. The difference was how Jenny snaked her legs around me. She squeezed and relaxed her legs in conjunction with her legs, pulling me deep into her and then relaxing. She pumped me into her and fucked me. She controlled it exactly as she wanted to. Jenny began to fuck me vigorously.

Cocky and Balls wholeheartedly approved of Jenny’s performance. Jenny quietly whimpered through several orgasms as she fucked me, and I felt the urge to cum a third time.

I growled, “Awwwwe shiiiitttt.”

This orgasm was a long, drawn-out thing. I felt my balls draw up. My cockhead tingled, I felt electricity running up and down my spine. I felt a spasm from my lower back that came forward to my front and shocked my junk.

I froze in position, unable to move as my balls contracted. It felt like a finger was up my ass as I started squirting into Jenny. I think my prostate was in protest. It eased into a slow, calming cum. I knew I was done.

“Oh, oh, Fuck, fuck, fuck ... Mmmmmm, Tom,” she shuddered one last time.

My whole body is drained. It was the longest orgasm ever had by this man. I think being in the cool moving water and buck ass naked and fucking two of them in succession, added a lot to my sensations. The constant motion of the ocean and the water passing around us made our senses hyper-responsive.

I made my way to the starboard steps and grabbed onto the handrail to pause and get my bearings. I pulled my chest up and scrambled aboard. I pulled Connie up onto the platform with me. As Jenny came to the steps, I pulled her out, too. By the time I slowly walked into the great room, Connie was handing out towels.

I said, “Naughty, turns for three knots. Maneuver until you are on your previous plotted course and continue on under sail, please.”

He said, “Steady up on plotted course and continue, aye.”

I felt the big boat slowly come around and felt her pick up speed right after the sails popped back into position. They had been slowly slapping back and forth because we had been pointed into the wind. Changing course filled the sails with wind again.

I crashed right there in the lounge. I watched things with my eyes closed. I used the masthead camera and watched from my left eye. The girls stowed the pillows and hung the towels on the railings with ties. Then, they quietly started supper.

I was not so tired, even though I had been enjoying them girls for hours. I was feeling completely relaxed and content. The girls did put on their short little skirts as they cooked.

I watched Jenny cooking at the stove, and after a while, she took bowls of stuff to the counter. Ahh, she’s making fresh shrimp lumpia rolls.

Jenny gave Connie directions on how to make the dipping sauce for the lumpia. When the lumpia were rolled, Jenny started frying them in a deep-fat fryer that Connie pulled out.

Jenny then Connie made pork fried rice. We had pork chops. Wholly fuck. This is going to be great. Filipino fried rice generally has more oil in it than other styles of fried rice. That translates to a lot more flavorful. Other fried rice recipes from Filipinos use little oil. Refrying the rice with less or no oil at all does not taste as good.

I got my dead ass off the couch and made a blender full of traditional daiquiris for the girls. I poured myself two fingers of Jack Black over ice. I sat nearby, watching them as they sipped their daiquiris and cooked.

The smell of the food was awesome. Jenny had made 50 lumpia rolls. She had worn an apron to keep the oil from splashing in her tender boobies. Hiding them partially behind an apron just made me want to watch her beige little boobies more.

Both girls came over to me for a kiss and to thank me for the Daiquiris. Ha, I knew they just wanted to check in with me and be reassured of my feelings for them. So far, nobody has used the ‘love’ word. I think they knew we didn’t need to. Actions speak louder than words. Every touch and smooch told them how much I cared for them.

I know women want to hear those words. I showed them all day, every day, how I felt about them. I am simply not the overly talkative type. That part of me has not changed. I was just not as grumpy or as unfriendly as I had been.

Watching them plate the food, I saw myself sneaking into the leftover lumpia later. Lumpia makes a perfect snack. I would much rather have something like lumpia than anything sweet. I refreshed our drinks, and we sat down to eat at the outside table.

The couches outside near the stern have a dinner table. We just had supper the way Connie had always done it. It was slightly easier to eat outside than inside. You could pass food through the back window right onto the outside table. The outside table was for when you had more people aboard.

The girls fed the dishwasher. We are so pooped. I told Naughty goodnight as we trooped below. We all had to have a quick shower because we were still salty, plus the salt water dried our hair out. We have a big water maker, so languid showers and flushing toilets a lot are not an issue.

I must have been relaxed by the sex yesterday because I conked right out and woke up early. I put on my wrap because it’s comfortable. Once I had my coffee, I walked forward to the port bow. I watched the sun come up. The wind was slow. It was wavering around 8 knots, which gave us only 4 knots and a little more.

I said, “Naughty, how about you take us up to 8 knots using the electric motors to assist us. Do that until the wind picks back up?”

He said, “8 knots, Captain.”

“Thank you.” I knew we could do a higher speed. The issue was the long-term wear and tear that would have on the human-made electric motors. Running them at a high speed would wear them out much faster and make them much less reliable. I could probably replace them myself if I could get my big body into the engine compartment.

The engines and other engineering items are under the king-size beds in the two after-cabins. That makes it tight for my big body.

I thought about that. 15 or 18 knots would be a much better speed. Who wants to loaf along at the whims of the wind? Eighteen knots would get us 432 nautical miles a day. The trip from Rhode Island to Fort Lauderdale would only take three days.

We had gone just under 200 miles so far. We had passed the inland turn to Long Island and New York City. It would take hours before we would pass New York City’s entrance at this speed.

I mentally said, “Drozul, are you awake?”

He said, “If you’re awake, I’m awake? As the producer, it’s part of my job.”

I said, “I notice we have been at sea a while now and none of us has any seasickness.”

He said, “Exos, my friend. None of you will ever get more than a temporary twinge, and that would be from a rogue wave.”

“Good to know.”

He said, “You’re sexing your ladies yesterday set the Entertainment channel on fire. You loved on both of them in bright sunlight. Those views left nothing to our viewers’ imagination. The things you did and your performances were epic. I watched it twice myself. I wore out several of my concubines later. You should look at the underwater scenes.”

‘Underwater scenes?’ Aloud, I said, “I have noticed that when I get up in the mornings, I don’t seem to need to brush my teeth anymore.”

He said, “Exos again. They kill all the bad germs and neutralize anything from them. It disappears when you take a dump.”

I said, “So, it’s like shaving my face, I don’t need to do that either?”

He said, “Easy, peezy. You can waste your life worrying about everyday chores. Talking about hair, If you ever want to get rid of your pubic hair, say the word. I can have it painlessly removed while you sleep tonight.”

I said, “Uhm. I never thought of doing that.”

He said, “We get feedback from viewers. It would be better for your channel if you were not as hirsute.”

I said, “Why is that?”

He said, “It’s the whole human ‘Descended from the apes’ thing.”

Most viewers see body hair, and it reminds them of your ape ancestry. I did not mention this before. We were depicting you as you are for accuracy purposes at the start of your series. Now ... It’s better for us if you lose most of the hair.”

I said, “So, for better ratings, I should lose the hair below my neck? Is that what you are saying?”

My answer was when he sent a naked image of me, of only my head, which showed my hair and eyelashes. My head hair would look neater, and I suspect it would feel different. It looked managed. Hmm...

I said, “So, I would wake up with a half pound of hair in my bed tomorrow?”

He laughed, “Not quite. It would be like Connie. It will be absorbed into you. You would never see it again. You also would not need ever to visit a barber again.”

I sent, “OK. I wonder how being hairless downstairs would impact my love life outside of my ladies.”

He said, “Only about 15% of human women in the U.S. prefer hair on a man’s chest and groin. Many of them lie about their true feelings. They vary, but most of them get excited with a hairless man. It’s some kink thing.”

He said, “It also depends on how much, how curly, and how dark the hair is. We postulate that hair in the sex organ area denotes enough maturity that you are of breeding age. Hairless parts did somewhat denote childhood. Particularly if other sexual indicators like tits or large balls are not present. But women are strange about hair now. Most of them prefer a cleaner look.”

He continued, “But, and a big but, few of our viewers have hair. They do not have genital hair in particular. Their preference would be for you to lose the chest and crotch hair as well as the leg hair. As you said, “below the neck.”

“Once women try you out without hair, things will be much smoother for them and you. Right now, the Exos keeps them from feeling any burn, but it still desensitizes the nerve endings. This is just like you when you dip into a hairless pussy with less friction. They will all appreciate a big dick with no hair. Being hair-free has become quite a thing.”

I said, “Alright. While we are talking about it, Connie’s pussy hair, is it already gone?”

He said, “It was gone yesterday.”

I said, “It’s nice to see her luscious body get firmer every day.”

He sent. “A few more days, and she will look like she is only 20 years old.”

I said, “I saw the hair roots on her head are already a golden yellow. It’s funny she has not noticed it or her eyebrows and eyelashes yet.”

He said, “We have kept it from her. We are letting her get used to her new look on her own. This saves having long conversations and recriminations. Two weeks from now, she will not even remember her earlier appearance. I wish we could plant an AI in her now. Without an AI, we are faking her sensory data for the female viewers.”

“All views of her and the Entertainment channel are external to Connie. Some female viewers have asked for her to be modified for their enjoyment. Connie does not have any sensors inside her to send out sensorial data.”

He continued, “If we did that, those female viewers could then enjoy her a lot more. When they put on, or in their sex toys, they will get a direct experience with the one Connie is having. It’s better than a programmed simulation of her feelings. We used Jenny to synthesize what Connie is feeling.”