Things get a bit steamy on the Yacht. Hope y'all enjoy
Chapter 6- Morning at Sea
I woke up the next morning, around 8. Erin was passed out next to me but Brooke was nowhere to be found. I took quick shower, put on some pineapple board shorts, a tank top, and went up to the main deck. The sun was shining brightly through the open-air dining area that led away from the kitchen and looked out to the back deck. It had to be over 80 degrees out already and humid, but I needed some coffee.
Brooke was on the back deck, basking in all that glory that I was hoping to see last night. She was sprawled out on a lounger, wearing a white bikini with a black border around it. Skimpy white bottoms clung to her muscular hips, underneath her armor-plated mid-section. Her head was tilted back and big sunglasses adorned her face. A large sunhat gave her some semblance of shade. She didn’t seem to notice me so I went off into the kitchen after a few seconds of admiring her. I put a pot of coffee on and started making breakfast. We had eggs, veggies, potatoes and some steak that Brooke wanted to throw in for the extra protein. I cooked it all up and took it to the dining area near the back deck, grabbing the pot of coffee as well. Brooke began to stir, the smell of the food was doing its job. I decided a morning Mimosa would hit the spot perfectly and hurried behind the bar to get to work. Brooke was making her way over to the table now, taking off her sunglasses as she helped herself to a heaping plate.
“Want one?” I asked, as I started pouring a drink.
“Yes, please!” She quickly replied, as she heaped a helping of potatoes on her plate. “How did you sleep?”
“Pretty well, surprisingly. I thought the boat rocking would bother me but it didn’t. Didn’t seem like it bothered you?” She shook her head, her mouth full with a big bite of steak.
“Were you awake when Erin went to bed? Where are we, by the way?” I had finished making the drinks so I made my way over to Brooke and began helping myself to the food. She finished swallowing her food before replying.
“Yea, I woke up as she was climbing into bed. She said we aren’t too far out of Key Largo. Apparently, we are far enough not to be disturbed but we can get there quickly. She said she wants to sleep till a little after noon, then we will head closer to the island. I figure we let her sleep as long as she needs.”
“Absolutely, she deserves it.” I peered out the window, taking in the beauty of the scene. The water was perfectly blue, the slight breeze smelled of salt, and the sun was beating down from a cloudless blue sky. Everything was still and quiet, a perfect paradise.
“So what’s your plan till then.” I asked, using my now routine ‘nonchalant’ voice that Brooke could always see right through.
“Well, I am going to bathe in the sun. Annnd you…” She pulled a bottle of oil out from the bag near her feet and waved it in front of me. “You, my good sir, are going to oil me up so that I can get a proper tan”
I gulped and cleared my throat before stammering out my reply. “Y-y-yea I-I can do that for sure”
“Are you sure you can handle the job, that didn’t sound like the reply of a competent oil-applier” She tauntingly pulled the bottle away from my outstretched hand.
“Gimme that damn bottle. I’ll apply it with my tongue if I have to.”
“Muuuch better answer” She smirked and handed me the bottle before plopping her sunglasses back on her face and heading out to the deck. I took off my tank top and headed after her, bottle clutched tightly in my hands. My shorts were growing tight as I watched her tectonic back shift and jump with each step before she settled herself back down on the lounger. The fabric and metal creaked audibly beneath her bulk as she laid flat on her stomach.
She nestled her head to her the right and I took a position on her left. The sun felt hot on my shoulders as I popped the cap off the bottle and squirted a healthy amount of oil into my cupped palm. I stood there for a second, staring at the sweeping landscape that was Brooke’s backside, trying to decide where to start. Her back, my favorite, was covered up slightly by her long brown hair. Her hair looked so luxurious cascading down her back like a thick mane, ending a few inches short of her lower back.
“Any minute now would be nice…” She piped up, feigning impatience and snapping me out of my stupor.
“Yea… yea… just enjoying the view.” I said before turning my oil filled palm over with a loud thud right onto her meaty ass. It felt like I was smacking a whiskey barrel, the muscle was dense and firm as my hand rebounded off it. I vigorously rubbed my hands across her ample bottom. The size and feel of it is difficult to describe. Two perfect globes of muscle rising up like mountains several inches above the slope of her lower back. She wasn’t contest ready so the striations weren’t jumping out in her relaxed state but I could clearly feel the thick fibers beneath her skin. Her ass was so big and wide that my hand looked childish compared to her mass. My outstretched hand seemed to take up only half of one cheek, if that. Needless to say, I spent a long time making sure that oil was properly rubbed in to that muscle stuffed bubble butt. It took all my power not to mount her right there.
After a minute, I moved on to her hamstrings and then her calves. She had long limbs due to her height so I had to apply several times. The different hamstring muscles were clearly pronounced as I ran my hands down her legs. A massive strip of muscle ran down the middle of the leg, she wasn’t flexing but I could just imagine how it would bunch and ball up if she did. Pounds and pounds of muscle would rise to a peak on the back of her leg if she started curling her lower leg up.
Her calves were two big balls of muscle. I was shocked by the density. The hamstrings were clearly different muscle groups, pressing into them I could feel where one muscle belly started and the other ended. Her calves though were a different story, just a thick massive ball of meat stuck to the back of her shin. I dug my fingers through the inches-thick slab of beef. While I was digging my fingers into her left calf, I felt it harden up like steel, becoming a diamond-shaped and diamond-hard mass. My eyes bulged from the casual display, a soft throaty giggle escaped from Brooke’s lungs as her calf relaxed.
“I think the oil has been properly applied to my lower half. You need to get to the rest of me before the sun sets, mister.”
“Sorry, babe, didn’t realize how much I was going to enjoy this.”
“You didn’t?” This time she arched her back up a little and turned to face me, staring at me through her sunglasses.
“Well… that was a miscalculation on your part then, wasn’t it?” and she settled her head down back to where it was.
She was right, though, it was time to move on to her back. And what a back. It was no secret that her back might have been my favorite part of her. It was just so damn dense and wide. I had purposely started on her lower end to save her back for last, well at least before she turned over. Her ass and legs had turned me on so much though that I was afraid I was gonna cum in my pants while rubbing down her back. I kept a level head though, and without her asking I untied the back part of her bikini and cleared it out of the way. A purr of approval came from Brooke, growing louder as I squirted globs of the oil directly from the bottle and onto her back.
Then I dove in, exploring every crevice and nook of her immense musculature. I passed my hands up and down her lats and lower traps, through the mountain range that was each individual muscle group that made up her back. Her skin was soft, just like on her legs and ass but the feeling was slightly different on account of the acne patches that surfaced on her lower traps. It was a weird sensation, acne was usually accompanied but course skin underneath but hers was still soft, covering up the hard muscle underneath. I pushed in to her thick back just like the night that she gave me the blowjob while cradling me in her arms. And just like that night I couldn’t find any sign of bone, just layer after layer of muscle. She knew I loved her back so she started to shift slightly, the fibers dancing under my skin. The immense width at least gave me an excuse to spend extra time and extra oil. She even ended it by flaring out her lats, increasing the width of her back in the process and giving me more real estate to smother in oil.
My head was spinning as I finished applying the oil to her back, all the blood had been diverted from my brain. Combined with the heat and humidity I was actually slightly worried I was going to pass out. Brooke turned on her side and smiled up at me, before turning completely over onto her back. She fixed her bikini top, that wasn’t tied down anymore, so that it still covered her chest, at least for now.
“Ready for round 2?” She asked sweetly, a hint of deepness in her otherwise girly voice. She finished off her Mimosa and looked me up and down.
“On second thought, why don’t you go make me another drink and get yourself a glass of water.” I just nodded and rasped out that that was a good idea, my mouth was definitely dry.
Before I left she looked directly at the tent in my pants and sighed.
“Don’t you dare cum though, it’s not time for that.” My cock lurched as she addressed it but it followed her command. For now.
I quickly made her another drink, and downed a glass of water. I had to wash my hands for a good while after I nearly dropped the bottle of vodka because of how greasy my hands were. I splashed some water in my face, took a pull from the bottle of vodka, threw on a pair of sunglasses and bounded back outside with her drink in hand.
“Here you are, another Mimosa for the Mimuscle Goddess.” She sat up a bit in the chair and gave a hearty chuckle, wrapping her strong fingers around the glass. Her long red nails clanked musically off the water beaded glass. She sat up a bit more, holding her untied bra up to her chest with her opposite hand. I couldn’t help but watch as she took a few sips, her pillar-like neck drew my attention. The tendons and muscles flexing and relaxing with each gulp. She ended with a refreshed ‘Ahhh’ and relaxed back down into her previous position, reclining again on the lounge chair.
“Much better, thank you” she smiled at me before snapping her fingers and waving to the front side of her statue-esque physique. “You may now continue”.
I again couldn’t decide where to start, but Brooke helped me along by bringing her massive arms out in an arc and placing her hands behind her head. Her arms were relaxed but that didn’t stop her biceps from gently pressing into her ears. She let out another comfortable sigh and closed her eyes behind her sunglasses.
The break had brought my senses back to me a bit and settled me down, though that wasn’t bound to last. I started with her torso and abs this time. They were bloated out a bit and relaxed, the lines separating each muscle belly evident below her skin. She tensed them up involuntarily though as soon as the cool touch of my oiled hand made contact with her muscled belly. She giggled forcefully, a little ticklish from my touch. As she did, the lines dividing her abs manifested into deep crevices, revealing her cobbled eight pack. Each individual muscle belly resembled a brick turned on its side.
I made sure to slip my fingers between every nook and cranny of her flexed abs. She held the flex for a while, and then slightly shifted her hips to crunch down on an oblique flex, the sinews on the side of her body coming to life as she did. She must have been pouring a decent amount of effort into the flex as every movement released a soft grunt from her lungs. Tiny little veins had begun to reveal themselves arcing out from beneath her bikini bottoms just as I finished applying the oil, prompting her to relax her torso.
It bloated out a bit again like before, but this time reddened slightly from the effort.
Her mammoth thighs were next. The cannon sized slabs waved slightly back and forth as I rubbed in the oil, digging my hands in and feeling all the dense muscle resisting my efforts. In their relaxed state they were just two big trunks of beef, the separation between the muscle groups was slightly evident but the most obvious thing about them was just the sheer mass. As we’d seen the other day they absolutely dwarfed mine, each nearly as big as my waist. What an insane thought, a woman with thighs as big as a grown man’s waist. My hands again felt small and dainty, was this how Erin felt all the time? Then like a soldier being called to attention she shot a flex through them, causing my hand to raise a couple inches in the air. My breath stopped as her quad exploded to life, feathered striations ripped across each blocky muscle belly. And just as soon as it appeared it was gone, as she relaxed again. Another small giggle escaping her mouth as she sighed again.
“You are too easy to toy with. Come up here and finish rubbing me down. My tan is going to be uneven at this rate.”
I couldn’t even think of a witty retort this time, the blood had been redirected away from my brain.
“I need to remove your top” I said, pulling at the loose garment that was barely covering up her prodigious chest. She didn’t respond, just blew me a kiss and smiled.
I figured we were far enough off shore that she didn’t mind being naked. And really, she had no breast tissue left, just two behemoth pecs. Pecs that almost any man would kill for if they had them to flaunt around at a beach. They were perfectly rounded and protruded several inches up off her chest. Even though she had no traditional boobs, her chest stood out farther from her body than Erin’s did. They were so large that she even looked fine in a bra still, and the way the bikini top hugged them drove me crazy earlier.
Now that they were free of the garment though, I could properly take in their enormity. Her nipples weren’t all that small but they looked lost there at the bottom of all that meat. I rubbed her chest pretty hard, feeling each fiber dance under her soft skin. I made sure I covered her whole upper torso, including her armpits. I gave her lats a nice squeeze as I passed over them, even they dwarfed my hand. As I took the bottle into my had to finish off the last part of her pecs, which encroached past her collar bone, the bottle made an airy squirt. It was empty. And I hadn’t even been able to do her arms yet.
“Damn” I said, partially because her arms wouldn’t get covered but mostly out of frustration that I wouldn’t be able to cover them.
She had that sideways pout and frow burrow on her face. You know, the McKayla Maroney face. Then she adjusted her sunglasses down so she could look me in the eye, her eyebrows raised now.
“Soooo… Watchya gonna do about that. My arms are drying up over here.”
There was something so sexy about her pose. Something so intoxicating about the faux-annoyance that she would add to her voice. With probably only two neurons properly firing in my brain, I did the only thing I could think of. I clambered on top of her, straddling her oiled, greasy torso and started vigorously rubbing my hands all over her body, sopping up as much oil as I could on my palms, wrists, forearms, you name it. When each part was wet I sloppily applied the oil all over her meaty arms. It wasn’t at all graceful or efficient but I lost myself to my lust. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was writhing all over her body, and she seemed to enjoy it as she was breathing heavy now and engulfing me in her arms as I frantically rubbed them down. My hands barely lingered on her arms because of my lust-induced pace, except to rub down the thick vein that snaked its way over the head of her near 22-inch monsters. As I massaged it she flexed her arm, the angry ball of muscle blasting to life underneath my hands, expanding my hands as it peaked. As I finished my sloppy rub-down, we began making out and I started grinding my rock-hard cock against each cobbled ab through my shorts. After a few seconds of hard breathing and kissing, she pulled away. She stuck her hands under my armpits and pushed me slightly, although it was as if she shoved me as I went slipping down her greasy torso, landing with a foot on the ground and a knee on the side of chair. I figured she was just trying to adjust my position and I had slipped so I dove back towards her, but she stopped me with a raised finger.
“Wait” She was breathing hard too, and it was clear she was making an effort to calm herself and slow her breath.
“I’m way to oily and slippery right now, this is going to be too difficult. Let’s just wait a little while for my skin to dry out a bit… Don’t give me that face, I promise we will get to have our fun, just bear with me.” My face must have betrayed my feelings as I was momentarily disappointed in my lusty haze. But I quickly composed myself and forced a smile on my face.
“Your probably right, sorry I got carried away there for a bit”
“Are you kidding, that was fucking hot, it was just getting hard to keep you on top of me. Let’s just relax for a bit, can you do that?”
I smiled again and laughed a bit. “I think so, the animalistic instincts have been conquered for the moment.” She chuckled at that too and moved on her side a bit to make a tiny bit of room on the lounge chair and patted for me to lie down next to her. She gripped me tight against her torso, I could feel the warm muscle of her chest and abs pressing into my back and her meaty quads resting up against my considerably smaller behind.
“You did a good job, thank you. I’ll set an alarm on my phone, I should be a dry enough in 30 minutes if memory serves right.” She had her head rest up against mine, tenderly snuggling up against me.
“And you didn’t even cum, I’m impressed”. I chortled a bit before she continued. “No, I’m serious, Erin couldn’t contain herself at all the first time she rubbed me down with moisturizer, she couldn’t make it past my quads. They might be her favorite, she said they make her feel so petite. She’s such a cute little dork.”
I laughed and agreed before settling in again. I think I dozed for a second before being startled awake by her alarm. It took me a second to come back to reality but as I did I heard a soft throaty purr from behind me as Brooked scooped me up with one titanic arm and flipped me back on top of her, this time I was resting on her quads, pushed up a few inches as she tensed her body and adjusted herself up the chair a bit. She threw off her sunglasses and sunhat, her thick mane of hair wildly splayed all over the place, a wild look in her eyes.
“Are you ready, tiger?”
The animal instincts took over again, as I started to shimmy my shorts down. It was more difficult than I thought, sitting on her lap.
“Here let me help” Brooke said as I felt her hands grip me around the waist and easily hoist me up in the air, allowing me to slip my shorts down. My cock flopped out, hardening up again by the second. She was so fucking strong.
“My turn” I said as she plopped me back down on her waist. I started pulling at her bikini bottom to rip it off, when her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Pain seared through it for a second as she had me in a vice grip, which softened a split second later as she felt me wince in her grip.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” She was breathing heavily again but her voice was as soft and gentle. “It’s just really hard to find cute bikini’s in my size so please don’t rip or stretch this one. Just untie it at the side.”
“Of course, of course. My fault, no need to apologize” I followed her command and pulled the string gently. She wiggled her hips effortlessly with my full weight on her lap and shimmied it off. “Jesus christ though Brooke, you are strong. I thought you were gonna snap my wrist for a second.”
“I’m sorry, I really am…” her voice soft again, almost pleadingly so. Then her tone turned on a dime. “How about you punish me with that big cock of yours, huh?”
“Good idea, that was such a bad thing you just did”.
"I know, I was a naughty girl. I deserve to be punished." She was so damn sexy, biting her lower lip and talking in her best innocent voice.
I was hard as stone now and slipped my cock into her wet pussy. The massage and foreplay must have turned her on as much as it did me. I felt her clit brush against me as I positioned myself on top of her and started thrusting. She was warm and almost painfully tight depending on the position I was in. I leaned forward and placed my outstretched palms against the thick mounds of meat on her chest. I pushed against her tectonic pecs as I started pounding into her. I started off slowly, kissing her neck as I went and rubbing my thumbs across her hardening nipples.
Hearing soft moans escape from this beast of a women turned me on even more. Being the one that put her in a state of pleasure like that made me feel powerful in my own way. I started going faster and harder with each sound that Brooke let out, but was holding back from really going all out. It must have been some subconscious thing. I wasn’t big or strong at all but I never really leaned into or put my weight on top of Erin because of how petite she was.
“Don’t hold back. I’m not Erin, I can handle some physicality.” Brooke grunted underneath me, seeming to be sensing my apprehension. Then she took one of her hands and put it on my butt, forcing me inside of her harder and harder with each thrust of my hips. I got the message and started going at it harder and harder, not holding back as I pressed every bit of myself into her unyielding muscle-stuffed body.
“Much better Darren…ehhhrrmmughh” she let out a moan that turned into a raspy animalistic grunt that she forced out of her chest.
“I haven’t been fucked in this way in ages… not since I’ve really turned into such a stud” Her confidence oozed out with every syllable. My lust for every bit of her body was putting her over the edge too.
I responded by shifting my weight onto my forearms and resting them against the shelves of chest muscle, barely making any indentation in the tensed-up meat. She was right, she outweighed me by 100 pounds, all of it rock hard muscle.
She was like a great fortress of muscle and power, so I just battered the front gates as hard as I could. I took what she told me to heart, expending all the energy I had as I hammered away, hoping I had enough to get us both to climax. Seeing this massive, muscle-stuffed behemoth pant and moan underneath me like a little slut gave me a second wind. Brooke was such a muscle beast that it had been hard being confident in my masculinity with her around but fucking her like this gave me such a jolt of energy.
“I’m getting close” I panted after a few minutes, feeling the slick sweat beading up on her chest and running smoothly over her oiled skin.
“Goooood, give me that cum baby. Fill me up” She cooed, before growling out in between moans and grunts
“Fill up your big muscle goddess…. Your roided out fantasy… Empty everything you have babe”
I zoned out for a moment, her words about to tip me over the edge. She had a talent for saying exactly the right over-the-edge comments that were lighter fluid on the deepest edges of my fantasies. For a moment I was aware of and could feel every point of contact between us. My cock, filling up her tight pussy. My hips smacking futilely against hers. My legs cradled around her gargantuan quads. And my hands pressing into every fiber of her unyielding delts. Her body seemed to inflate underneath me in a sickening pump, every muscle flexing hard at the same time as she climaxed.
I unleashed a torrent of cum into her, giving her everything that she had just asked for. When I was empty I collapsed down onto her body. Both of us breathing heavily, me still inside of her. She wrapped her arms around me in an embrace that I eagerly returned. I could see the veins bulging out of her forearms much more clearly know than before. A salty and metallic scent from her sweat and the oil washed over me. Her steel arms pressed me firmly into her body.
Neither of us spoke for a while.