Obsessed with Miss Best of Breasts

"That's it. Squirt in her mouth. She's a nasty little slut, isn't she?" Barb cooed.

Once I was spent, we all settled in to sleep again. Barb's hand wrapped around me and held my soft dick gently.

When it was her turn, a couple of hours later, she made no attempt to be gentle, or quiet. We nearly bounced Lynda right out of the bed.

"Hey, you two. I'm trying to sleep over here," Lynda grumbled, rolling away and putting her pillow over her head. "Can't you find someplace else to fuck?"

We didn't. We just thrashed each other to orgasm, right next to her, while Barb giggled mischievously. Finally, once the bed stopped groaning, we all fell asleep for the duration.

***

In the morning, we took a shower. Amazingly, it didn't lead to more sex, despite the arousal that it caused. Three people in a shower is a crowd, and when two of them are packing huge tits, it's a fun crowd, but we were all starving.

I got dressed, while the girls stole my key and ran back to their rooms to do the same. The restaurant dining room was the one area where clothes were required. I believe it was some food-service regulation. Anyway, a minute or two later, they were back, dressed in their tank-tops and shorts, and we headed to breakfast.

We all scarfed down large helpings from the buffet, then eagerly made our way to the marina, where the boat was waiting. It was a large catamaran, with a crew of two. Two women.

Just what I needed. More women.

And not just any women, either. They both looked like they could have qualified for the pageant, dressed in candy-stripe bikinis that cradled a robust pair of breasts each.

Waiting on the dock was the rest of the gang. Louisa, Annette, Kaitlyn, and Jenny. I was going to be on the boat, alone with six women. Eight, if you counted the crew, which I began to do when the Captain addressed us.

"Okay, everyone... all aboard. We're ready to go," she smiled. "My name is Marla, and I'll be your Captain today. Over there, is Cheryl. Cheryl, why don't you show our guests the boat policy on clothes?"

All eyes fell on Cheryl, a lovely blonde, as she reached behind her back, and untied her bikini. Within seconds, both pieces were at her feet, and she raised her arms over her head.

"Ta da!" she giggled, shaking her natural knockers at us. I looked back to Captain Marla, who was now also naked. Her boobs were even bigger than Cheryl's. Perhaps it was a rank thing.

Anyway, everyone was naked by the time we all got aboard.

I was glad I had taken my pills this morning. I was going to need them.

"We're going to be out here about four hours," Captain Marla told us. "We'll be having lunch on a little sandbar, which is really only above water when the tide is out. It's very cute, and a great place to catch some rays, or whatever you feel like doing." She made eye contact with me, and winked.

I know, I know... Don't I have enough to deal with, being on a boat with six women, five of whom I had already had sex with?

Well, yeah, I did, but Marla was just gorgeous. Standing at the helm, with her long dark hair blowing in the wind, which had her nipples standing nearly an inch tall, on her extremely large, clearly natural breasts... She was far too much to ignore. Call me greedy, but if she was making an offer, I was going to take it.

The boat itself was one of those catamarans with a huge, trampoline-like central area. The girls were already arranging themselves on the tightly stretched netting, and had left a spot in the middle for me to take. That spot was next to Louisa, who was looking at me with a hungry expression on her face.

"I'm trying to think," she smiled, tapping her lips thoughtfully. "Let's see. I know you fucked Jenny, and Annette. I assume both Barb and Lynda had some last night. Kaitlyn is smiling, so I know she's had her fun. Who hasn't had any of that dick, yet?"

She raised her own hand, then rolled on her back.

"I'm just saying... I think it's my turn," she smiled.

I felt eyes on me, and glanced over at Marla. She was smiling, and tipped her dark sunglasses down, letting me see her eyes on my dick, which was hanging heavily between my legs. She pursed her lips, and mouthed the word 'later', then went back to her task.

Walking on the pliable netting, while the boat was in motion, was interesting, to say the least. I eventually stumbled into place, and laid beside Louisa. She greeted me with a smile, and a gentle caress.

Within seconds, I was in the middle of a writhing mass of arms, legs, hands, mouths, and beautiful, soft breasts. Bodies pressed against both of us, and hands reached around to fondle, stroke and stimulate. It was very... Stimulating.

Louisa had rolled on her side, and was kissing my lips gently. Her top leg was folded up, giving unknown fingers access to her pussy, while a mouth that was equally anonymous worked on my cock, bringing it to full hardness.

We were both ready, several hands guided me atop Louisa's firm, sex body. Those same hands aimed my penis, and steered it inside her vagina as I settled between her splayed legs.

"Ohhhh, fuck, yeah," she moaned. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me tight to her body.

"I know this is hardly the time to mention it, but we don't have to do this, you know?" I said.

"You don't want to?" she asked, pausing her movements.

"I didn't say that," I clarified. "You're very beautiful, and I'd be an idiot to turn you away. Of course, I want to. I just mean that having sex with me will not effect my votes. I don't know how the other judges have been conducting themselves, and I don't care. Whatever we do together is purely personal."

"I know," she smiled, relaxing under me. "That's why I'm here. Some of the other judges have been using their votes as leverage, and some of the girls have been fine with that, but I'm not trying to buy anything. There's a reason the same women keep showing up at your table. We like you. You're respectful, and good in bed, at least according to everyone else here."

Louisa paused, and hooked her arms loosely around my neck, looking up at me happily.

"So, do you want to talk, or do you want to show me how good you are?" she asked. "Come on, Cole. Fuck me. Your cock feels very nice inside me. How about you use it to fuck my brains out?"

"Well," I smiled, beginning to stroke into her smoothly. "As long as we're clear on the reasoning."

"Oh, yes," she gasped, closing her eyes and grinning. "We are. Crystal clear."

The hands of the other women continued to caress us softly as I pushed in and out of Louisa's pussy. Whispered encouragement, urging me to fuck her harder or deeper, came from all sides. Gradually, the girls began to lay back. Some were content to watch, and masturbate, but some had paired up, and were pleasing each other. Of course, Barb and Lynda were in the latter category.

I was curious how Marla and Cheryl were taking the proceedings. I slowed my pace, and looked toward the helm. Cheryl was sitting, cross legged, on the tramp in from of the helm, watching us carefully. She was tugging her nipples with one hand, and massaging her clit with the other.

Behind her, still at the wheel, Marla was in control, but not blind to what was happening right in front of her. She had spread her stance slightly, and removed one hand from the wheel, using it on herself instead.

This was turning into quite the little cruise. At least if this boat met the same fate as the S.S. Minnow, I'd have plenty to do on the island.

My attention returned to Louisa, who was moaning deeply under me. Her hips were undulating, receiving my thrusts in an eager, athletic style. I found the rocking motion of the boat quite helpful, providing a rhythm within a rhythm. She was enjoying it, too.

"Oh, fuck... Oh, Cole... Yes. Yes. Yes! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Cole! Jam that big dick up my cunt! Oh, fuck me! Fuck! Yeah! Deeper! Fuck me deeper! Oh, yeah! Do it honey! Pound my pussy! Make me cum! I wanna cum so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me! F-U-U-U-U-U-C-C-C-K M-E-E-E-E!"

Louisa wailed, her body thrashing under me as her orgasm hit her. Beside us, Jenny came on her fingers, and Cheryl groaned as she did as well. Orgasms were like popcorn, and mine was right in line with everyone else's.

I pulled out, and sat back on my knees, stroking madly, until the contents of my balls raced up the shaft, and sprayed over Louisa's body. Jenny tried to catch some in the air, like a trained seal snatching a fish, but her timing was off. She settled for licking it off Louisa's heaving breasts.

At the helm, Marla turned the wheel slightly, pointing us into the waves. A splash of cold seawater sprinkled over me.

"Shit!" I gasped, and looked at her.

"Oops!" she giggled, putting us back on course. "I thought about doing that just before you came, but decided I'm not that cruel."

I simply wagged my finger at her, and shook my head. She'd get hers. Later, as she had promised.

The island / sandbar which was our destination for lunch took a practiced eye and GPS coordinates to find. The tide was still going out when we arrived, so Cheryl jumped off the bow and walked a long rope ashore, along with a small anchor. That way, the boat wouldn't get too heavily beached, and we could leave when we wanted to.

"Alright," Captain Marla smiled. "We've got lunch and cold beverages for everyone. They'll be in the coolers going ashore in a minute. If anyone wants to snorkel, there are sets of gear in the port locker. "Obviously," she giggled, gesturing to her nude body, "There's no dress code on this island."

"There's no island on this island," I laughed, looking at the long strip of sand. Only perhaps thirty feet wide, and a hundred long, the few rocks that marked the spine barely broke the surface when the tide was in. Nothing provided shade from the sun.

"We have umbrellas," she smiled, pointing to another locker in the left hull.

I decided a little snorkeling, to cool off, was just what I needed, and pulled a set of gear from the hatch. A few minutes later, I was floating on the surface, watching some local fish, and my companions.

Kaitlyn, Annette, and Lynda had joined me, giving me something far more interesting than just fish to observe. Six somethings, actually.

Every been snorkeling with a naked woman? Let me tell you, water does interesting things to breasts. Boobs are buoyant, and burble among the bubbles, bouncing and bobbing back and forth bewitchingly. Big boobs do it even better, even Lynda's enhanced pair, although they were a little less mobile than Annette's and Kaitlyn's natural gifts.

From the right, a busty brunette torpedo streaked downward. It was Marla, looking like a sensual mermaid as she kicked downward, to retrieve a sea urchin from the bottom. She surfaced with it, and we took turns feeling it's little sucker-feet walk along our hands. She then dove down again, her muscular legs rippling as she did, and returned the creature to his home.

"I'm going to eat," Lynda said. "I really just needed to cool off, and pee."

"Lovely," I laughed, watching her paddle away. Marla resurfaced a few feet away. Kaitlyn and Annette looked at each other, winked, and followed Lynda, leaving me alone with the Captain.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hi, Skipper," I giggled.

"That's right," she nodded, tipping her mask up to her forehead. "I'm in control of everything that happens on my boat. I'm in command. If I tell you to do something, it's an order."

"We're not on the boat," I reminded her, putting my mask up, too. The water was just shallow enough for me to stand here, so I anchored myself.

"Damn! How about if I ask nicely, then?" she smiled. Her arms came around my neck, and she kissed me. "Please? It was so hot watching you fuck Louisa. Can I get some of that?"

Cool ocean water was trying to keep my dick from stiffening, but that same ocean was floating her big boobs against my chest, and her boobs were more powerful. She reached down with one hand, and found my cock growing harder.

"Mmmmm, such a nice, thick shaft," she purred, stroking it gently. "Does this mean you do want to fuck me?"

"Of course, I want to fuck you, Marla. Every man on the planet wants to fuck you," I confirmed. "You're gorgeous."

"Hmmmm. I don't think I have the time or energy to take on the planet," she giggled. "How about just you?"

"I'm really not into groups that big, either," I laughed. "One on one suits me fine."

"One on one, on the boat, or on the sand?" she asked, arching her eyebrow.

"Sand is only sexy until it gets someplace you don't want it to be," I smiled.

"The boat it is!" she smiled, and began to swim in that direction. She was very quick, and I was several yards behind her when she reached the boat, which was floating at the end of its rope. She swam between the hulls, and came to a stop at the bow.

I was just wondering how we were going to get up to the deck, when she stood up in the shallow water.

As if it was possible to forget what a spectacular specimen she was, seeing her bare to the waist again was a nice little reminder. Water dripped off her breasts, which shook and jiggled as she reached up. With deceptive ease and grace, Marla hoisted herself up, and plunked her butt on the edge of the decking.

I had arrived, by now, and swam under her fins, looking up at her. She gazed down, with a smile, and extended her hand to me as I stood up. My head popped up, between her knees.

"Oh! You're taller than I thought!" she gasped. Her expression changed to one of mischief, as her mind did the calculations.

Mine was doing the same, and we both reached the same conclusion, at the same time.

"Mmmmm, isn't this convenient," she growled, inching her body forward, to the edge of the deck. Her legs lifted, and spread wider, presenting her pussy to my eyes and tongue.

Every woman's pussy has a personality of its own. Some seem perfectly matched to their owner, yet others reveal the hidden sexpot within. One might expect a mousy, bespectacled librarian to have a tight, thin-lipped vagina under her skirt, and I'm sure many do. I suppose there are also some with well-used, pouting, dangling labia.

With Marla's spectacular body, and her willingness to get naked so easily, you wouldn't be out of line to expect a pussy that was accustomed to sex between her legs. It didn't disappoint.

"Oh, Marla," I moaned. "THAT is a very pretty pussy. Very photogenic."

"Thank you, but she's camera shy," she giggled. "For eyes only."

Marla's labia were laid open, looking like an angel's wings of smooth pink flesh. A slight ripple fluted the edges of her lips, and at the top of her slit, her clitoris peeked cautiously out of its hood. Random droplets of seawater adorned the completely hairless skin, sparkling in the sunshine like little diamonds. I leaned closer, inhaling her scent, then touching the tip of my tongue to her perineum.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, as I slid my tongue upward, between her pouting lips.

I wriggled deeper, burrowing past the swollen, aroused labia, finally reaching her moist, inner folds. What I tasted there was not seawater. No, nothing so common and mundane as that.

If I may wax poetic... her juices put the finest of wines to shame. Ambrosia of the gods, it was.

Or, maybe I was just horny, and eager to taste more from her very erotic cunt. Whatever the reason, her luscious sex drew me in, and I buried my face into it.

As I continued my feast, I felt a few things. Strange things.

The first was unusual, unless you remember she still had her fins on. I felt the rubber of her heels against my back, then the slap of the long plastic blades of her freediving flippers, tapping my ass. Not what normally comes to mind when one thinks of sexy footwear, but in this situation, quite appropriate.

The second sensation was easier to account for, given there were seven other naked women on this sandbar, who didn't have my face jammed into their juicy vaginas. It was a mouth, on my cock, which was just above the waterline, and standing straight out. Whose mouth it was didn't really matter, but I was curious. During a breathing break, I peeked.

It was Cheryl, who had swum quietly between the hulls, and was on her knees in the shallow water, sucking my cock gently.

"Hi, Cheryl," I moaned, enjoying her technique. She paused, and gave me a thumbs-up, then resumed her rhythm.

"Don't you dare make him cum," Marla warned, turning her head to look down at her crew member through the finely-woven, tightly-stretched netting of the deck tramp.

"Just getting him ready for you, Captain," Cheryl replied. "Making sure he's nice and hard. He is. So nice, and hard, and long, and thick... " her voice trailed off, and she went back to sucking, a little more vigorously.

I went back to eating Marla's cunt, and sucking her clit, which was standing out, begging for the attention. She had been mauling her own magnificent breasts, with both hands, but now had moved one hand to the back of my head, and was pulling my face deeper.

"Yeah, that's it, honey, eat my cunt," she moaned. "Suck on my clit! It's so good! Make me cum, honey, and then get up here, and fuck me! I want that cock so bad!"

I increased my pace, licking and sucking at her increasingly sloppy pussy. Her moans told me I was on the right path, so I concentrated my efforts. She gave up twisting her hard nipples, and added a second hand to the back of my head. Her hips were twisting, and she writhed in desperation, closing on her orgasm quickly.

"Go Cole! Eat that pussy!" I heard from my personal cheering section on the sandbar. I suppose, even from a distance, it was obvious she was close to cumming.

"Oh GOD!" Marla shrieked. "GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! FUCK! SUCK MY CLIT! I'M C-U-M-M-I-N-N-N-N-G!"

Warm honey trickled down my chin, as Marla's pussy let loose, gushing in my face. She was so tasty, I just kept slurping at her sodden gash, until she pushed me away from the overly sensitive opening.

"Get... Up... Here," she panted, her huge tits wobbling with each breath.

I looked down at Cheryl, who pouted as she relinquished her hold on my cock.

"If you have anything left later," she said softly, "I've got a place for you to put it."

"I'll remember that, and thanks for sucking me so nicely," I smiled, hoisting myself up onto the boat.

Marla had finally discarded her fins, and set to pulling mine off as well. She was grinning.

"I don't know how to tell you this," she laughed, in a theatrical way. "You're on my boat again, and under my command."

"Oh no!" I gasped. "Poor me!"

She laid back, spread her legs, and pointed to her pouty pussy.

"Fuck me, stud. That's an order! Take that big cock, and plant it all the waaaaaaa... Oh! That's it!"

I hadn't waited for her to finish, and was on top of her already, grinding my well-lubricated shaft balls-deep in her well-lubricated cunt.

"How would you like it?" I asked, adjusting my position to prepare.

"Any way you want," she smiled, wrapping her legs around me. "Just do me."

We were nearly in the centre of the deck netting, at the point of greatest bounce. That made fucking an exercise in patience, as I had to wait for the trampoline effect to synchronize with my strokes. Giving it to her fast was almost impossible, but I could give each thrust to her hard, when we reached the bottom of the bounce. Like a child using the weight of their legs to increase their speed on a swing, we were bouncing higher and higher each time. It was turning into a fun ride, in more ways than one.

"Woooooo hooooo!" Marla giggled, clinging to me throughout each cycle. We were almost airborne at the top, and came crashing back together at the bottom, driving my cock into her pussy hard and deep. We both grunted at the bottom, as the netting stopped our downward momentum, and began to rebound us upward.