In more ways than one

As the ship carries on towards Marssa, you carry on fucking Bea for all you're worth. She's a firebrand in bed, and you enjoy her every which way all that night. The next morning she has duties to attend to; but whenever she can, she sneaks off with and lets you fuck her silly.

It's about mid afternoon, as she predicted, that a call comes from the crow's nest: "Land ahoy!" Bea immediately rushes forward, leaving the wheel in the capable hands of her first mate, and climbs up to the nest. A minute or so later, the sailor who was up there climbs down.

An idea comes to you, just as it had when you fingered Bea at the wheel, and you start to climb the rigging. There's a bitter smell of sea salt on the air, and the swaying of the ship becomes more pronounced the further up you go, but you don't let it deter you. You soon emerge on a platform, just large enough for a man to lie down on, which has a railing around its edge.

"Well, there's your island," Bea says, pointing. You follow the line of her finger to see a splodge of land on the horizon. "I guess we'll be saying goodbye soon."

"I guess so," you reply. "But what say we say goodbye in style? After all, there's nobody up here."

She looks surprised, then she laughs. "If you're thinking what I think you are," she says, taking a step closer to you and grabbing the front of your shirt in both hands. "Then I very much like the idea."

She kisses you voraciously and you kiss her back, slipping your tongue deep into her mouth. She moans as you tear her shirt off and grope her breasts, massaging those glorious mounds with your fingers. You both quickly strip off and Bea gets down on her hands and knees, wiggling her beautiful ass at you.

You get the idea and kneel behind her. You press against her entrance then **** your way into her tight snatch, making her let out a long keening moan that's whipped away by the wind.

"Ohh, fuck!" she says. Your abs slap against her ass as you fuck her.

You plough into her as hard as you can, conscious of the fact that anyone could decide to climb up to the crow's nest at any time. You reach round and grab her breasts, unable to keep your hands off them as you slam your manhood deep into her.

"Oh gods! Oh fuck John, fuck! I'm coming!" With these words, Bea does just that, letting out a cry as her pussy convulses around you.

There's a familiar throbbing building at the base of your cock, so you pull out of her and stand up, grabbing onto the railing for support. She quickly gets up on her knees in front of you, raises her tits to your cock, and lifts them up and down. You groan in ecstasy.

"Fucking hell, Bea, those tits of yours..." you say. "Fuck, they're gonna make me come!"

She doesn't stop, but instead quickens up. A second later a spatter of cum spurts across her face, some of it going in her open mouth and yet more going in her hair. You shoot all over her until she's barely recognisable, and at last the pleasure ebbs away.

She cleans herself up and gives you one final kiss goodbye, then the two of you descend from the crow's nest and get ready to arrive in Marssa.