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Save Point: On A Boat

Some Motion On The Ocean

Cleo rests her muzzle on his belly.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Trying to help you clear your mind..." (she starts nibbling and gently fingering him) "...and by the time I'm done, your mind will be very clear indeed."

Having sex with Cleo while she's leaning over the side of the boat is ridiculous, Terrowne decides. Although the position itself is simple (remove swimsuit lower half; hoist lovably heavy lioness muff until her midriff is perched on the railing; hold her thighs wide and go for it) Cleo seems to be having more fun enjoying the scenery and tracking the flight of fish underwater, and is quite completely distracted. She keeps pointing at things with both free hands, leaning even further over to get a better look and it's terribly hard to keep her balanced.

While the fact that she can do all this stuff and fuck enthusiastically at the same time is quite the compliment to her skills, the lack of attention is less than gratifying. He somewhat riskily frees up one hand, spanks her ass forcefully and grabs her by the base of her tail instead. Not a thing. She seems to have spotted a manta or shark or something and is watching it with great interest.

Just as he is contemplating the sort of abrupt action that will remind her exactly how she's being done and who by, she somehow contrives to roll over sideways, winding up with one of his hands under her butt and her legs wrapped longingly around him. "This is much better," she purrs. "All those fishies make me really hungry. I want something in my mouth."

It's not a suggestion you could say no too, so he helps her down from the railing and she crouches outrageously feline style, knees up either side of her tits and bare juicy pussy spread wide to drip on the deck and catch the breezes. Her swollen nipples gouge like steel points at the thin nylon of her blue bikini top. His cock is slathered with her juices, so it's simplicity itself to slide into her mouth, along the rough pink length of her hungry tongue, and then explore the back of her throat.

He strokes her sun-bleached hair and twitching ears, enjoying the scenery himself as she goes to it. A sea gull or two sweep past, and her warm mouth is the most relaxing thing in the world as she sucks him deeply. He closes his eyes and drifts away just a little as she coils her tongue broadly around his entire length and enjoys the taste and scent, sniffing in through her nose and pushing him deeply against the additional senses at the back of her palate which bridge the gap between the two.

When he finally comes, he forgets completely to tell her but she's completely ready. She's working her wide-spread pussy lips with both hands, balanced entirely against him and completely engrossed, and she literally opens her throat to let him in. Forceful bursts of leftover dragon-spunk cover the entire inside of her mouth, and then explode down her throat, forming a coating over every surface that makes the scent of expended semen the smell of her entire world. She licks, tastes, suckles until she's certain that her tongue has pumped out every squirt, ending with a thin trickle of clear slippery liquid that always means she's drained him dry.

For Cleo, this is one of the finest sensual experiences and she loves it. She's already yanking her pussy wide enough to mount a horse's cock, it's gaping and clenching around nothing, and she comes herself as she starts to lick his cock clean, trying to keep as much seed as possible in her mouth without swallowing so she can work it around. Terrowne, for his part, loves the sharpness of her big hard white teeth and the care she takes to work around him. Juices spurt richly out of her pussy, splattering on the wooden deck, followed by a series of convulsive clenches of her hips as she involuntarily scent-marks out into the sea breeze, a forced female ejaculation of explosively sprayed green aerosol that reeks of cat-cunt.

Before she can quite finish up, Terrowne pulls out, then lifts her to her feet and crouches down himself, leaning forward to scent the moist, juicy cunt-stench between her legs. Professionalism incarnate, Cleo hasn't lost a single drop from her muzzle, but she has no control over what's going on inside her gaping slit and licks her lips as more wetness runs down the inside of her thighs.

"Did you enjoy the scenery while I was sucking your cock?" she asks, leaning back. "I think you just needed to relax.... oh, I see you're hungry too!"

By the time Terrowne has returned the favor, she's sopping wet to the knees. He's even gone so far as to stimulate the anal gland under her tail, forcefully working out the last thick residue of her scent-spray in a thick, greenish oily dribble. Then, for one final surprise, he scoops up as much of her thick juices as he can, reaches upward, and slathers it all over her otherwise pristine muzzle. She tries to wriggle out of it but once his hand has clamped firmly over her mouth, she can't force her jaw open and she gets a good thorough noseful.

"I wanted you to know just how good you smell," he explains.

She glares at him, silenced and turned on. Then she retaliates by swatting his hand aside and kissing him as deeply as possible with a mouthful of all the assorted juices of their lovemaking. It's amazingly slippery and sticky and smells of ocean and cat-cunt and freshly baked bread, with a hint of salt. They find themselves lingering over the kiss, until they're both thoroughly calmed down, enjoying each others skin warmth.

"It was a good idea, this," Terrowne finally compliments her, holding her affectionately under the chin. "A couple of days holiday, rent a boat....I know I argued against it, but I was wrong. We both really needed that."

"You were just trying a little too hard," Cleo concludes. "I don't do oral on you anywhere near as often as I should. I just wanted you to be able to relax."

They lie together in the warm equatorial light, just making out lightly like a couple of young kids, Cleo half-asleep and purring gently in sex-scented dreams, until all the juices start to dry up and crust on their skins. Then she stretches, yawns, pulls off her bikini top to reveal slightly paler nipples just yearning for the sun, and launches it like a slingshot until it strikes the sail and slides down it into the water.

"Oh no, I seem to have lost my top," she laughs. "Time to go swimming and get it back."

She dives over the railing gracefully and surfaces with a splash, scrubbing at her crotch as she reclines on her back. "Come down and help wash me!"

Mindfully, Terrowne makes sure the ladder is down so they can climb out easily afterward. Then he leaps in, creating the biggest splash of all possible worlds, and swims over to help clean her up.