Pounding Veronica

For the first time since we boarded the ship six days ago, the girls and I sat down together for a communal meal. As we ate, and drank, and shared conversation, I caught glances from Bianca, Julia, and Tracy, but most especially from Ronky.

Before we had even sat down, and much to everyone’s surprise, Bianca apologized for her earlier outburst, and promised to stop being such a raging bitch all the time. Her contrite demeanor, so out of character for her, seemed to mollify Julia somewhat. As far as I was concerned, the matter was settled. At least, I hoped so, because with that final obstacle removed, I saw nothing left standing in my way.

“Jesus, Ronky, you really got burned,” Sam said. “Did you fall asleep or something?”

Ronky and I exchanged a look, and Sam noticed the silent interaction. I took a sip of my drink, spiked with ecstasy and tadalafil, while Ronky pushed food around her plate with her fork.

“I guess I forgot to put on sunscreen,” she said without looking up.

“But how come you only got burned on your front?” Tabitha asked.

“I, um ... I don’t know,” Ronky said.

“What happened to your wrists?” Tracy wondered.

Ronky looked up, exasperated, and opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She looked to me for help, then at Tracy, and smiled weakly. Then she was saved when the ship started its pre-programmed turn, listing slightly to starboard. Conversation quieted, and everyone looked at me, alarmed.

“We’re making our turn east,” I explained. “It’s now a straight shot to the island.”

The mood at the table instantly brightened. We were all eager to get to the island. Even a ship as large as the Callipygous could feel confining after enough time at sea. The swim had highlighted just how monotonous life aboard could become, even on a luxury yacht. Thankfully, we had plenty of diversions.

“Wait, so the boat’s driving itself?” Julia asked.

“Kind of. I’m navigating, but the ship has autopilot. Just like an airplane. That’s why I took this longer route. By staying in open water, rather than close to land, I don’t have to worry about us crashing into anything out here, like a reef or other boats.”

Julia nodded, impressed.

After dinner, we cleared the dishes, and the girls dispersed into groups. Bianca and Sam disappeared to the beach club to drink and chat. Julia, Tabitha, and Tracy ate some gummies, then piled onto the sofa with ice cream to watch movies. Ronky and I lingered together at the table, exchanging glances but saying little to each another.

When I felt the first effects of the drugs, I motioned with my head, then turned and descended the stairwell to my stateroom. Once inside, I turned on the shower and closed the glass slider walls. A minute later, Ronky appeared at the door, naked, the front half of her body an angry red. I winced when I saw her.

“Looks like you got some sun today.”

“You’re hilarious.” She closed the door behind her, and came to stand in front of me. “You better not be jerking me around.”

I removed my clothes and said, “Come with me.”

Hand in hand, I led her into to the shower, where tepid water washed over us both. My large cock hung straight out, so swollen from the effects of the drug that it visibly throbbed in tempo with my pulse. When we were wet, I turned off the water and covered us with body wash. Ronky carefully, almost reverently, took my cock into her hands.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “It’s gorgeous.”

From the top of her head to the soles of her feet, my soapy hands explored every inch of her young, naked body. They glided between her butt cheeks to explore the deep cleft of her ass, and travelled between her legs to massage her pussy. If my hands were the vessels, then my fingers were the voyagers, seeking the tightness of her holes, sliding between her labia, and slipping into the depths of her asshole.

Ronky closed her eyes and parted her lips, humming softly as I washed her body. With tender hands, she caressed and fondled my cock, stroking the shaft, rubbing the sensitive head, and massaging my balls. When she was thoroughly washed, I rinsed us off.

She held onto my cock as I led her back to my stateroom, refusing to let go, as if afraid she might lose it forever if she did. From the bedside table, I retrieved a bottle of aloe.

“Open your hand.”

She used the clear gel I pumped into her palm as a lubricant to facilitate a slow, excruciating handjob. My eyelids dropped and I moaned softly from an open mouth. After so many frustrating days of denial, her intimate touch enthralled me. When I opened my eyes again, I found her staring back.

“Please don’t stop,” I said, sounding almost desperate.

Her expression softened. “I won’t. I promise.”

While she jacked me off, I applied the clear soothing gel to her body, starting with her face. I moved slowly and took my time, gliding my fingertips over her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. When I briefly put my hand around on her throat while coating her neck, the corners of her mouth turned up.

Next came her shoulders and clavicle, and here the heat of the sun radiated from her skin, warming my hands. I slipped underneath her armpits, coated her arms, then moved to her small breasts. So unbelievably soft and yielding, I cupped and gently squeezed them, then teased her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She hissed when I pulled on them to lift her breasts off her chest.

After tending to her back, ribcage, stomach, hips, and ass, I had to reluctantly interrupt her handjob to kneel so I could apply aloe to her feet. I slid my fingers between her toes, then began my ascent. Shins to calves, then higher to her knees and thighs.

The proximity of my hands and face to her pussy broke Ronky’s fragile patience. She cradled the back of my head and pulled me forward until my nose contacted her bush. I breathed deeply, inhaling the fruity scent of body wash and the musky aroma of her pussy. She gasped when I gripped her ass and snaked out my tongue to lick her slit. I found her tangy and wet, and the flavor of her sex caused my erection to surge. I had to have her.

Guiding her backwards onto the bed, I pushed her knees back to spread her legs. The same drug that made my cock ache had done its job on her pussy as well, and her arousal was apparent. Her erect clit poked from its hood, her labia swollen and parted. I planted tender kisses along the creases were her thighs met her vulva, then carried my lips over her entire pussy. When my tongue brushed over her erect clit, Ronky entangled her fingers in my hair.

“Yes...”

Her passion compelled me. I dragged the flat of my tongue over her labia, then stiffened it to drag between them, parting them, sliding between her soft folds. Here too I found evidence of her arousal. A heavy flow of vaginal secretion in the depression marking the entrance to her canal. Her natural lubricant tasted sharp, coppery, and erotically feminine. Just knowing how turned on she was sent a wave of desire coursing through me.

Ronky spread her labia, opening herself to me. “Eat my pussy,” she whispered, her face a mask of desperation, her voice urgent. My heart thundered in my chest. Eager to obey her command, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and buried my face between her legs.

My lips pulled on her ruffled labia, and my tongue drove into her vagina. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, pleasured moans flowing from her lips. Her hips lifted when I flicked my tongue back and forth over her swollen clit. She was incredibly responsive, and when I took the stiff protrusion between my lips to suck on it, she gripped my hair and gasped loudly.

“Oh god.”

I bore down on her clit, suckling and teasing it. When I slid a finger inside of her, I discovered an intense heat. A furnace of desire burning in her belly. A second finger joined the first, and I hooked the pair of them upwards, seeking the patch of spongy flesh that marked her g-spot. While my lips and tongue tended to her clit, my fingertips rolled against that sensitive area, stimulating her from within and without.

Her voice became high-pitched. A whine. A cry. She writhed on the bed, pulling my hair and grinding her pussy against my face, until my nose was mashed against her crinkly pubic hair. I sensed just how on edge she was. Manic. Sharp breaths and whispered cries as I drove her toward her climax.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. God, I’m almost ... I’m almost ... Oh!”

She seized and clenched as her orgasm rolled over her like an electric shock. Her hips bucked wildly beneath me while I struggled to maintain contact with her clit, rapidly licking and sucking on it, driving her hard through her orgasm and over the cliff. I looked up to watch her face, distended from the intense sensation until, at last, she forcibly pulled me away by my hair. Her mouth hung open and she gasped for breath.

“Stop! Stop! I can’t!”

I smiled at her and she let me go, moving her hands to clutch her small breasts to her chest. She closed her eyes, her breath rapid and shallow. The sight of her spread pussy filled me with an overwhelming urge to fuck her. I needed to be inside her. I rose to my feet, and my hard cock bobbed in time to my rapid pulse. Ronky opened her eyes. When she saw it, she melted.

“Oh my god, I want that in my mouth,” she said. “I want to taste you.”

She sat up and took hold of my cock, licking the bottom of the shaft before wrapping her lips around the sensitive glans. A moment later, her eyes lifted to mine, and she slowly backed away, shaking her head.

“No, not like this. I don’t want it like this.”

My heart sank until she lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, staring up at me. “Like this. I want you to stick that big fucking cock in my mouth and fuck me with it.”

“Oh my god, yes.”

I guided the tip to Ronky’s face with a shaking hand. She opened wide, but it was still a snug fit. Eager to have me in her mouth, she gripped the back of my thighs to pull me inside. My thick cock stretched her lips and forced her jaws open, and I slid in as far as I could.

The sensation of sliding into Ronky’s warm, wet teenaged mouth sent a wave of excitement and desire coursing through me that threatened to overwhelm me. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to enjoy it. To take my time and explore her young body, taking her in every possible way.

I knew Ronky. Intimately. She’d described her sex life to me in excruciating detail. I knew what turned her on. I knew what she craved. And I knew how willing she was. So eager to please. Prepared to give herself to me completely. I dug deeply for the strength and willpower to control myself.

I tried to pull back, but Ronky held firm and continued to pull me even deeper into her mouth. When I reached the tight strictures of her throat, a bulge appeared in her neck as the tip of my cock intruded into her esophagus. She choked, and I quickly withdrew. She coughed and took a gasping breath.

“Again.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

She answered by pulling me back inside. I slid into her mouth and slowly, carefully, fucked her throat. She slurped and choked and coughed. Spit and drool dripped over her face and into her nose, but she didn’t stop. She was possessed. I pulled out enough to let her breathe, then shoved my cock back down her throat.

My hands fell to her chest, and her small, soft tits. I grabbed two handfuls and squeezed, holding onto them, and used them to pull myself into her mouth, rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her open mouth.

She responded by gripping my legs tighter and grunting. She was eager, almost manic in her cocksucking. She arched her back and spread her legs, bucking her hips and lifting her ass off the mattress. I reached for her pussy, lodging my cock in her throat when I bent over. Two fingers disappeared inside of her while she gagged, my cock holding her still. When I pulled out, she gasped loudly and sucked in a deep breath, then coughed.

“Oh my fucking god,” she said when the fit subsided, “you taste even better than I imagined. I’ve dreamed about sucking your cock since the day I met you. I’ve masturbated thinking about this exact moment. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

Her words jolted me, and I felt my willpower slip. I cupped her chin and held the back of her head, then slid my cock back inside her warm, wet mouth. She slurped and made clipped gagging noises. Her lips stretched and distended, and her throat bulged with every thrust. She fondled her breasts, then slid her hands to her pussy to pull her labia apart, using a single finger to stimulate her clit.

I withdrew my cock from her mouth and lightly slapped her with it, using the head to smear spit and drool over her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the shaft.

“Oh fuck! I can’t stand it anymore. Fuck me. I want you to fuck the shit out of my hairy little pussy.”

With those words, the last tattered shreds of self-control were torn away. I gripped her hair and pulled her off the bed, then spun her around and pushed her forward, bending her over the edge of mattress. I stared at her pussy, swollen and parted. So aroused and wet, glistening with vaginal secretion. Desire consumed me. A year of careful planning had led directly to this moment. I would deny myself her young, eager body no more.

I stepped forward to rub my broad cockhead along her slit until I felt it dip into the shallow depression of her vaginal well, and then I pushed forward. The domed glans parted her lips and burrowed its way inside of her. Ronky groaned loudly. As I slid inside, the pressure against the walls of her vagina grew as she took the full girth of my cock between her thighs, until her groan became a cry.

I made a few tentative thrusts, sliding in deeper each time until, at last, my pelvis pressed against her big butt. Ronky breathed heavily.

“Oh my god,” she said between gasping breaths. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I took hold of her wrists to pull her arms back, then withdrew my cock until only my head remained inside. Her body quivered, and I knew why. More than anything else, Ronky loved getting fucked hard. Pounded into submission by a big, stiff cock. Even now, I could sense her anticipation. She knew what was coming.

I pushed forward and slammed my cock into her pussy. Her cheeks rippled from the impact, and she exhaled a sudden, loud grunt.

“Oh god,” she cried.

I withdrew and slammed into her again. Then I launched my assault on her pussy, fucking her fast and hard until her body shook with every powerful thrust, and I thought I might pull her arms from their sockets. She was moved beyond mere grunts and moans. Instead, Ronky cried out and screamed.

I pounded her pussy mercilessly while she buried her face in the duvet and cried out with every thrust. Somehow, I managed to bring myself back under control, slowing to fuck her more deliberately. The tight envelope of her slick vagina gripped my cock, expanding and contracting with every thrust and pull. I extracted my cock with a soft wet squelch, her engorged labia a deep shade of red, and pushed her to her knees.

Ronky greedily devoured my cock, sucking and licking and slurping. She fondled and jerked and twisted her hand over the shaft, licked it like a lollipop, then took me into her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. She pulled back to look at me while she jacked me off and rubbed her pussy.

“How does my pussy feel?”

“Even better than I imagined.”

“I told you, you were missing out.”

She took me back into her mouth and I held her head, gripping fistfuls of her hair. Willing to let me take control, she put her hands behind her back and I pushed my cock as far inside as I could, then slowly withdrew. She held her mouth open and stuck her tongue out, waiting.

“Do you want this cock?”

“I do.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to shove it down my throat.”

I obliged her, pushing forward and sliding to the back of her throat. Her esophageal muscles constricted around the large intrusion. She coughed and gagged and thick lines of drool poured from her mouth and dripped onto her thighs. When I slowly withdrew, she sucked in a deep, relieving breath.

Ronky gripped my shaft and jerked me off, her hand easily sliding over my spit-covered cock. She looked possessed, her dilated eyes wide and bloodshot. I reached into the bedside drawer to remove a bottle of anal lube. Her eyes sparkled and her lips crept up into a smile. I squirted a copious amount over her hand and my cock and she spread it all over.

“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me in the ass now.”

I pulled her off the ground by her hair and bent her over the mattress once again. “Pull them apart.”

Ronky reached back with both hands and pulled her ass open. Her dark brown bud was surrounded by a light dusting of hair, and it twitched in anticipation. I thought back to our interviews, and her recounting of her anal adventures. She loved taking it up the ass, and I’d imagined myself balls deep in her asshole a hundred times.

Those long days of fantasizing were about to end. I placed my hand on her back, her body quaking in anticipation, and lined up behind her.

“Oh god, yes. Do it. Put that cock in my ass,” she pleaded.

Jesus, the mouth on her.

I pressed the bulbous head against her tight opening and pushed forward. Grudgingly, she opened to accept me. She was extraordinarily tight. Excited and anxious at the same time, she couldn’t relax enough to take me in. I knew she’d had several partners, some with large cocks, but I couldn’t be sure if she’d ever had anything quite this large in her ass before.