Honesty is the best policy

Johnny wasn’t willing to risk ruining such a good thing, and besides, it seemed Johanna was literally willing to make his dreams come true, so he decided to be completely honest with her. “After you used your hands on me, and I, uh, handled your bosom, well, you used your breasts uh, I mean you put them around my, ah, and then you stroked it with them. Your breasts, I mean…”

That part he had mentioned earlier, Johanna recalled, and was the part she had been thinking about when she first pulled herself out of the water, so she needed no further encouragement, and quickly settled into position between Johnny’s legs. She placed her hands on the outside of her breasts, and pressed them together around the young man’s cock, the hard, sensitive pole wrapped entirely within the soft embrace of her chest. Johnny made a sound like a man drowning, but the look on his face was one of adoration and lust. “Remember to breathe,” Johanna reminded him once more, then she began to move.

Johanna had always been well-aware of men’s fascination with her healthy chest, but this was the first time she had directly used her bountiful breasts to pleasure a lover’s manhood. Still, it came naturally to her, pressing the two mounds together to form a tight, warm space for Johnny’s cock to slide up and down in. It wasn’t entirely like what she was doing with her hands earlier, but Johanna certainly found it more stimulating, the way his hot, firm rod pressed against her sensitive breasts, rather than just against her hands. And, judging from Johnny’s increasingly strained facial expressions, and the way his cock seemed to twitch and pulse against her, he was getting more out of the experience as well.

“Johanna, ah, I mean, Captain…” The young man gasped for words, but he struggled up into a half-sitting position, such that Johanna, stooped over his groin as she was, had to look up to meet his gaze, rather than down. “You’re just, it’s too much,” He clenched his jaw, and Johanna sped up, “I can’t… I’m going to…” He was obviously trying to hold back his climax for as long as possible, and Johanna smirked at this.

“A little longer, Johnny,” She whispered, increasing the speed at which she pumped her breasts up and down along his shaft, “Hold on for me, sailor… Just…. A little… Longer…” Just as the friction of flesh against flesh was almost starting to burn, Johanna removed her hands from the sides of her breasts, easing away the pressure from Johnny’s cock, “Now! Come for me, now!” Johnny exploded on command, shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky semen all over, completely coating the inside valley of Johanna’s breasts, and even squirting one strand all the way up to her throat.

Johnny was beyond words, at this point, and Johanna didn’t have much use for them either. She rolled onto her back, let one of her hands trail up to lazily spread around the collected semen on her chest, while the other drifted down to her lower lips. The whole experience had been incredibly arousing, and she doubted she had the willpower to put off her own satisfaction any longer. Her eyes met Johnny’s as his finished their trek up her body, and they both froze. She needed a release, and, they both realized, she no longer cared how she got it.