Jeff interrupted my thoughts coming up with a cup of coffee to take over the helm and end my watch. We actually ran three eight hour shifts for sleeping and there were always two awake but Jeff had been doing some engine maintenance, a job we shared, which had left me alone at the helm. We exchanged small talk for a while and then I headed below, giving Mary Ann’s cabin door a knock as I went past. I put my head down as fell asleep very quickly, a habit which had developed on the trip. I slept for a couple of hours with the feint noises of refueling above. We usually refueled mid ocean, lashed to one of Rupert’s many support vessels. The support on the trip was amazing and the fleet they had just looking after us could have been used to invade a small country. At one stage we threw a piston in engine two, which had destroyed the block, and had called Rupert describing the damage. Eighteen hours later we were under way again with a new engine, rebuilt in the engineering shop of a large freighter we had never seen, purring away below. A chopper took the old engine away, and the new one was brought back the same way. These guys were efficient.
An hour or so after Rupert had left and we were away again I remembered an odd shape on the horizon while I was on deck alone earlier so I went up to tell Jeff. The door at the top of the stairs was open and the helm was tied, our version of autopilot. Jeff and Mary Ann must be forward on the deck, I thought, so I looked around for them.
They were both lying on the deck, Jeff in his Speedo’s and Mary Ann in the briefest of bikini bottoms. The discarded top was lying nearby. I could not stop myself from looking and Mary Ann’s new tits were nothing short of sensational. Large, (don’t look David), firm, (you should just go back below David), no tan lines at all (this means she has been sunbathing topless a fair bit on this trip doesn’t it David?).
I was in a dilemma. Mary Ann was going to be my stepdaughter when I married Wendy, so I should be protective of her, but Jeff was my mate and I should be encouraging him. I had had sex with Mary Ann myself a long time ago and could not help but wonder if those bigger tits felt better or worse. I have always enjoyed playing with tits, but size is not really important. Huge tits, tiny tits they all have their advantages. For those little titty lovers who call themselves “The conservationists club” (more than a handful is a waste) I have to ask why then do we have two hands and a mouth?
I knew I should stop looking but deep down I didn’t really want to.
Jeff must have been channeled into my thoughts as he reached over and squeezed both of those tits in turn. Mary Ann giggled and said something and they both looked over to where I was. They didn’t see me behind the screen. Jeff said something and Mary Ann smiled and lay back. Jeff lifted himself and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I could not see Mary Ann’s face as Jeff was in the way but I didn’t hear any complaints. Still reading my thoughts Jeff started using both hands and his mouth to tease Mary Ann, working for some time on the one tit. He eventually changed over and as he left the first one the nipple was very erect. The operation had not affected that. Jeff played with the other tit for a while and then His hand reached down slowly across her stomach (still firm and flat) and down to the bikini bottoms. More giggles as he first rubbed her through the material and then slipped his hand inside.
Mary Ann moved a hand between Jeff’s legs and soon his Speedos were struggling under the strain. I looked down at my shorts and saw that I was getting pretty turned on too. Mary Ann pulled Jeff’s cock out and started a slow rubbing up and down. Jeff had managed to slip a finger in her under the bikini bottom from what I could see and they stayed like that for a few minutes, just stimulating each other with their hands.
Eventually Mary Ann wriggled out from under Jeff and pushed him down onto the deck. She stood up, making me duck down a bit, and then wiggled out of her now very wet bikini bottoms displaying a dark hairy bush to Jeff and me at the same time. She then knelt down between Jeff’s legs and I assume started sucking his cock. All I could see was the rear view of Mary Ann on her knees and leaning down, her pouting pussy lips exposed to me.
I was still thinking I should not be watching and still could not make the move to stop. Mary Ann was bobbing up and down on Jeff’s cock, her strokes long and slow, and as I saw her head moving I noticed her pussy lips contracting as she sucked him in, then relaxing as she released him. The movement up and down was mirrored in her hips and she was rhythmically opening and closing her lips slightly too. The combined look was as erotic a sight as I have ever seen and I stood there, hypnotized by the famous hairy lasso. I have never had a threesome involving two men but at that time I could easily have been convinced. The force that kept me there staring also kept me from joining them there and then. I was almost paralyzed.
I don’t know how long they continued on like that but I noticed Mary Anne’s cunt producing droplets of moisture that glistened when she opened slightly.
Someone was rubbing my cock and when I checked I found it was me.
Finally Mary Ann lifted her head and said something to Jeff. I couldn’t hear anything as those twin Chevy’s were screaming in race mode and while we were traveling most communication was in sign language anyway, eavesdropping was not an option. She stood again, this time facing Jeff, standing over his legs, and then suddenly squatted over his very erect cock, slowing to ensure an easy entrance. With natural grace she lowered herself on his cock and buried it to the hilt using only her leg muscles. She ground herself on him, fully impaled, with no contact between them except at the groin.
With her arms extended slightly for balance Mary Ann used her leg muscles to slowly lift herself up until he was just out of her and then lowered herself onto him again. And again. And again. I was stunned. This was exactly the position and method that Wendy had used to make love to me five years ago. It was like replaying a movie in which I was a participant.
Jeff just lay back and enjoyed it, he was a very willing passenger and Mary Ann had total control. She was fucking him. She varied the speed, she varied the angle, she varied the depth but she kept the contact only at the one point, balancing and controlling with her legs that had obviously done plenty of gym time to enable this.
After a while she once again stood, and this time turned around, facing me. She again lowered herself onto his cock but this time put her hands on the deck near his feet. She resumed her fucking of Jeff, this time at a frenzied pace, her tits bouncing wildly (I had heard there was little movement in implants but there was plenty there in this situation).
Mary Ann was staring straight at me but again I could not bring myself to move. I watched her face change as orgasm approached and the frenetic pace got faster. She pounded herself on Jeff until she finally buried his cock deep inside her and started to spasm her orgasm. Her head dropped and he started jerking up and down too so I assume they reached the often written about but rare in reality mutual orgasm.
I was about to finally tear myself away when Mary Ann lifted her head, looked in my direction and winked.
I left quickly, wondering if she had known all along I was watching. Did Jeff know? Would they discuss it? How embarrassing to be the peeping Tom that got caught. I went back to my bunk but sleep was a long time coming. I still had a hard on that felt like it was big enough to split some women in two and I was too embarrassed to jerk off, not because I might get caught, but because I knew I would be picturing Mary Ann riding Jeff when I came.