5 comments/ 80388 views/ 4 favorites Anchors Away By: TxRad What is there about a beautiful young woman, naked in a boat on a bright sunny day that's so sexy and erotic? Now there is a dumb question if I ever heard one. All I had to do was look at my lovely naked wife on her hands and knees in the bow of our boat and I had the answer to that. My dick even knew the answer as it peeked over the towel laid across my lap. She was facing forward with her beautiful ass pointed in my direction as we sped across the lake towards Dove Island. Her bikini was on the seat next to her and she was grinning at me over her shoulder. Her knees were braced far apart against the seats in the bow. The brownish ring of her asshole was an invitingly different point of color above the pinks of her sex. We had started off on a slow boat ride around the lake that had ended with her sunbathing nude on the floor of the boat. Between the vibrations in the hull and the hot sun, it wasn't long before Connie was starting to get that antsy feeling. I could tell from the way her hands would rub her nipples or caress her slick sweaty stomach from time to time. When I brushed my bare toes over her slick slippery mound, she had grinned up at me and asked, "How fast can you get to Dove Island?" "Now, why do you want to go there?" I asked teasingly. I knew exactly what she had in mind. "Because there are far to many boats on the lake this weekend for you to eat my pussy and me to suck your dick where we are now." She said. "I thought you liked to be watched." I teased again. "I do but I'm picky who watches. Laying here naked, knowing that some people can see me from the taller boats has me excited and very wet. Between that and the vibrations, and the heat, I'm ready to explode. One little touch on my pussy and away I'd go." I hovered my foot over her sex. "And if I flicked your clit with my toes?" She shivered and covered her sex with her hands. "I want your tongue in me when I do and I want to be sucking your dick." "Then Dove Island it is." I said and jammed the throttle wide open. Connie laughed and tried to sit up. The chop on the water from so many boats bounced her on the carpeted floor until we got up on full plane and then things smoothed out. She crawled forward between the consoles and laid her arms in the V at the front of the boat. This was her favorite position to ride when we made high-speed runs. The wind in her hair and over her body, she said, was a cool caressing sensation that made her shiver. It was also a favorite position of mine, as I could fuck her hot wet pussy or better yet, her even hotter and tighter little ass. Connie loved it when I went deep and hard into her in either place. She was a yeller, which drew attention, which made her yell even louder and come even harder. I had a habit of telling her about anyone that might even possible be able to see me fucking her. From the looks of the shiny wetness around her opening and down the crack of her ass, she would be yelling just from being eaten. Of course my dick would make a fine gag. That is if I let her have it in her mouth. I was thinking more about sticking it somewhere a whole lot hotter. Today might just be one of those days when she would really want something big, hot, and hard up her tight little ass. My dick twitched at the thought and Connie noticed it. With a grin she wiggled her ass from side to side and then dropped her back to stick her ass up even higher. I licked my lips with an exaggerated motion, which made her laugh and shake her ass again. I beat on the throttle handle like I was trying to make us go faster. She shook her head and laughed again. ***** I was making the loop out past Potters Point when I noticed a large houseboat running towards us on my left. The top deck was covered with a large young crowd dancing or leaning on the rail. With a grin, I eased to my left so I would pass close to the other boat. Connie was fixing to flash a whole lot of people and didn't even know it yet. With her ass high in the air she would be picture perfect. "Don't you dare move!" I yelled to Connie about the time I drew even with the houseboat. She had been looking off to the right, watching a pair of water-skiers. She glanced back at me and then looked left as I pointed. She froze and then gave out with a loud gasp and then an equally loud moan as she laid her head on the seat and wiggled her ass from side to side slowly. I could see her opening pulsing. By the time we were past the houseboat and the cheers from it were out of earshot, there was a small trickle of clear fluid flowing out of her pussy. She had had an orgasm from being seen by so many people at once. I wanted to stop and bury my face in her pussy but we were in a main boat road and I didn't dare. Connie groaned loudly as she lifted her head and looked back at me. "Asshole!" She said and then grinned broadly. "Now get yourself up here and fuck me hard and fast." "If I did, we'd end up in jail. The lake patrol runs up and down here all the time and you know it." I told her. "Flashing or even being discretely naked they tolerate but out and out fucking is frowned on." "Right at this moment I could care less. I want and need something deep inside me before I die of frustration. That little orgasm in front of all those people just made it worse." She told me with a whimper in her voice. "Just hold that thought for a few more minutes and we'll hit the side channel to Dove Island. Then you can have a pacifier to hold you over until we get there." I said, teasing her some more. "Pacifier your ass, I want a bone and I want it deep in my pussy." I made the tight turn toward Dove Island. As I straightened out, Connie turned and crawled back to where I sat at the steering console. She jerked the towel off my lap and grinned as my rock hard dick came into sight. She licked her lips and came up on her knees. As she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, she murmured, "This does look good but not as a pacifier." Standing up, she stepped across my legs and sat down in my lap, her hot wet pussy pressed tightly against the bottom of my shaft. She rubbed up and down for a second and then stood up again. I had one hand on the wheel and was leaning towards the side of the boat to see around her. As she pulled my dick away from my belly and squatted down, I said, "You're going to make me miss the channel into The Cove." "You better not." She whispered and then she moaned loudly as she sat down, impaling herself on my dick. I moaned right along with her. She was hot and wet enough that I figured she'd come almost immediately but she sat still and relaxed. I could feel her inner muscles massaging my shaft with a fluttery, shifting grip. She was taking deep breaths, deep enough to move me slightly inside her tightness. I eased back on the throttle and turned into the channel that wound around behind Dove Island to the place called "The Cove." It wasn't legally clothing optional but it had been used that way for twenty years. Everyone knew about it locally and you had to be lost to get there accidentally, so there were few problems. It was one of the few places that the lake patrol stayed out of unless they were called for an emergency. Sex, either on boats, in the water, or even on the sandy beach wasn't uncommon. On the weekend, it wasn't unusual for there to be three or four dozen boats in the cove. Today wasn't an exception. There was a dozen boat rafted off to the left side, another dozen or so boats beached, and another dozen anchored here and there. I grinned as I said, "It's a good day; there's at least forty boats. Just think of all those people watching you fuck yourself on my lap." Connie groaned at my words and then whimpered loudly as she turned to look forward. Her turning made my dick move inside her and put pressure in different places. I felt her pussy clamping down and then relaxing as she moved. She turned back toward me quickly and moaned as a shiver ran up and down her back. "I'm going to come very quickly." She whispered. I idled the boat across the cove and then chopped the throttle and hit the trim button to raise the motor as we neared the beach. The hull made a soft whispering sound as it slid up on the sand a short ways. Before the boat had come to a complete stop, Connie lifted her hips until she just had the head of my dick inside. Then she sat down, driving me back deep inside her clenching pussy, in one hard stroke. She gasped loudly as her ass slammed against my thighs and then she lifted up again. She dropped her full weight with a loud grunting moan and then fucked herself on me hard and fast, her eyes on the crowd of boats to our left rear. She had whimpered the first few strokes and then it went up in volume and tone. It wasn't long until she was giving out with a loud grunting yell at the bottom of each stroke she made. I was surprised she had lasted long enough to make my own orgasm start to rise. Then she yelled even louder and longer as she came. She ground her sex against me in a slow circular motion that I knew rubbed her clit against my pelvic bone. Her yell and her orgasm went on and on as she did. The yell suddenly cut off and she leaned forward against me, a hard shiver running up and down her body. She nestled her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. I held her close and held my body still. She would be super sensitive right now and she needed to relax for a while. ***** Connie was sitting on a blanket with her knees up and spread wide as I walked toward her up the white sand beach. She was leaning back on her hands and was smiling at me. I had taken a swim while she got more sun and now I was going to join her on the blanket. As I got close to her, she asked, "Can you get the tanning oil from the boat? I need some rubbed on me." "Only if I get to do the rubbing." I told her. She grinned and replied, "Who else?" "I figure there's at least a dozen people around here who wouldn't mind doing it at all. A lot of men, and women for that matter, would just love to get their hands on that trim little body of yours." I said with a grin of my own. "Bring them on!" She said loudly with a laugh. "Anyone want to put tanning oil on my wife?" I asked in a loud voice, looking around. "Hush!" Connie said loudly. "I was only joking." "I wasn't." I told her in a normal voice. She looked at me sharply as a shiver ran up and down her body. "I love it when you tease me like that. One of these days, I'm going to take you up on it." "Why not today?" I asked softly. She shivered again and slowly shook her head. "I'm not quite ready for that but the thought excites me greatly." I blew her a kiss and went to get the tanning oil out of the boat. When I returned, there was a younger couple talking to my wife. Connie had an embarrassed look on her face but from the stiffness of her nipples and the way her hands were rubbing the tops of her thighs she was excited. "Hello folks." I said to the couple as I came up behind them. They turned around and the woman said hello. She was a tall brunet with nice full breasts and wide hips. The pair of lace panties she had on emphasized more than hid her round ass and plump pussy. Her eyes wandered down my body slowly and she licked her lips as her eyes came to rest on my semi hard manhood. The guy stuck out his hand and introduced himself and his girlfriend. "Hey, I'm Mike and this is Kelly. We're visiting friends in the area and this is our first trip here. Our friends are over on the raft out there." He pointed to the group of boats tied up together. "So how do you like our little piece of heaven?" I asked as I moved past them after shaking his hand and squatted down behind Connie. "We don't have anything like this at home. Lakes yes, but nothing like this beach and nowhere that is clothing optional." Kelly said in a soft low voice. I started to rub oil on Connie's back as Mike said, "I'm sorry to say that there are far to any do gooders around home for a place like this to work. We love going naked and have visited many nudist sites over the years. Of which, we have none in our local area either, so we travel a lot." They both had nice tans, although Mike's was far darker. I figured he'd been at the nudist thing longer than she had. That and the fact that he was nude, she had the panties on, and he wasn't hard from watching me rub oil on my wife's body. I had slipped my hands around to do Connie's chest, which had brought a catch to her breathing as my hands rubbed her breasts right here in front of these people. As my hands moved lower to her belly, Connie shivered, and said, "I love those panties. I used to wear a pair very similar when I first started coming here." Kelly smiled shyly and replied, "I'm all right at a nudist resort, but I feel self-conscious naked here. I'm not sure why though." Connie grinned and looked down the beach to our left at a couple in a sixty-nine position. As Kelly's eyes followed her look, Connie said, "It's probably the open sex. You don't get much of that at nudist resorts." I could see Kelly blush lightly, even in the bright sunlight. "That's very true," she whispered. Her eyes were still on the couple down the beach and I saw the subtle shift of her hips and thighs as if she was clenching her sex tightly. Connie didn't miss it either and asked, "Do you find that interesting?" Kelly's head snapped back around until she was looking at Connie and then she shook her head. A split second later she nodded. Connie laughed and whispered, "Me to. I like watching and I love being watched even more." Kelly blushed again and Mike slipped his arm around her. "She's led a fairly sheltered life. That is until she met me and I started corrupting her." "You can't corrupt the willing." Kelly whispered in return. "Yeah, I corrupted my hubby.... Or was it you corrupted me?" Connie asked and then gave a jerk as my oily fingers slipped across her sex. Her hips rolled up and my hand rubbed the oil into the bare skin of her sex. When the middle finger dipped between the lips of her pussy, she gave a little gasp and leaned back against me, her hips rolling up even more. She whimpered softly as I rubbed her pussy, a quiver I could feel, running up and down her body. Mike's dick slowly hardened as he watched my hand and fingers on Connie's sex. Kelly gave a shiver of her own as her eyes were glued to the same thing. Connie spread her knees even wider and groaned softly when she looked up and saw where their eyes were. Her hands came up and caressed her oily slick breasts for a moment. Then she dropped them down and grabbed my wrist. "If you don't quit that, I'm going to come right here in front of these good people." She whispered breathily. "So?" I asked her and then I looked up at Mike and Kelly. "Would you guys mind if she did?" Kelly quickly shook her head and licked her lips as Mike grinned and replied, "I don't think so." Connie groaned loudly as my hand move again, only this time I was making longer strokes and rubbing across her clit. Her hips flexed, pressing her clit harder to my fingertip as her hands flew back up to her breasts. She massaged her breasts and then pinched and twisted her nipples as her hips worked faster. Kelly squatted down and Mike followed a second later. I felt Connie tremble and knew her orgasm was close. I stopped rolling her clit and moved my hand lower to stab my middle finger into her scorching hot pussy. She gave out with a sharp yell and fucked herself on my finger. I kept my palm away from her clit for several minutes and then lowered it to rub her clit firmly. Connie gave a loud yell and came long and hard. I could feel her pussy contracting and grabbing at my finger. I eased my palm up away from her clit. She was still flexing her hips but not nearly as hard or as fast. Her orgasm was slowly subsiding and she was trembling all over and breathing hard by the time her hips gave one last flutter and became still. I heard Kelly make a little gasping whimper of a sound and looked up at her. She had a hand between her parted thighs and was rubbing herself through the white panties. She saw me looking and stopped suddenly. "That's all right, go ahead if you want to, we like to watch also." I told her in a soft reassuring voice. I felt Connie's head move in agreement when it rested on my shoulder. Kelly smiled shyly and looked all around. Connie took several deep breaths and then got out in a croaky whisper. "Take the panties off and squat back down. No one can see you in that position but us." Kelly made the whimpering sound again and then groaned softly as she stood up. Her hands went to the waistband of the panties and then paused. You could see the indecision on her pretty face as she looked around again. When she looked back at us, I felt Connie's head nod again. "Do it." I heard Connie whisper about the same time Mike said the same thing. Kelly whimpered louder and then groaned as she shoved the panties down off her hips. She pushed them down her thighs and then let them fall to the ground. She stood there in all her radiant glory for a second and then took a small step to the side and squatted back down. "You're yummy looking." I heard Connie whisper as I licked my lips. Kelly's pussy was one that would make a wonderful camel toe in a pair of soft shorts or pants. It was wide and plump with several folds of her inner lips peeking out. It was also very shiny and wet looking as she ran her hands along the insides of her thighs, barely brushing the edge of her hand against the pump outer lips. When she moved her hands to the tops of her thighs, Mike slipped her arm back around her and whispered, "You've always said you wanted to do this and now is your chance. Go for it baby." Kelly's hands fluttered on her thighs indecisively for a second, then she moaned loudly as one, and then the other caressed her inner thighs on the way to her sex. With a hand on either side of her sex, she massaged the plump outer lips and pulled them apart ever so often. The large thin inner lips were slowly expanding and unfolding as she did. One hand went lower and a finger slowly disappeared from sight in her vagina. She moaned softly and then whispered, "I'm so very wet." As her finger moved in and out slowly, it glistened with her moister. Connie whimpered softly and moved my hand off her sex. She rubbed herself slowly and sighed. "Would you be offended if I asked you to let my husband taste that finger? Hell, would you be offended if I asked to taste that finger and I've never tried a pussy other than my own in my life." Kelly pulled the finger out of her sex and looked at it. She gave a whimpering moan and stuck the finger in her own mouth, sucking on it wildly. "You hit her fantasy perfectly." Mike said softly. "She has this oral thing. She loves everything about it. She gets off quicker sucking on a dick than she does fucking one." "I can be that way sometimes." Connie told him as Kelly pulled the finger out of her mouth and stuck it back in her pussy. "Give me a taste baby." Mike said leaning over and opening his mouth. Kelly gave a shivering shake and stuck her finger in Mike's mouth quickly. We could see Mike sucking on it and the movement under his cheeks told of his tongue swiveling and swirling around the finger until Kelly jerked it out of his mouth. The finger returned immediately to Kelly's pussy and she jammed it in deep with a groaning moan. She fucked herself with it for a moment and then pulled it out. She looked at it and then glanced down at Connie's hand and shivered. Connie had a finger inside her pussy. Connie whispered softly, "I'll trade you, my finger for yours." Kelly whimpered softly and flexed her hips as her hand slowly came down to Connie's eye level. Connie slipped her finger out of her sex and sat up. She raised her hand until the finger was right in front of Kelly's mouth. Kelly licked her lips and whimpered, her eyes darting to Mike and then back to the finger. Anchors Away Edward unclasped his hand from Lee's mouth and rolled off her body, a long line of sweat, cum, and juices streaming from both of their bodies. "Damn, you're such a little screamer," he whispered to her. "None of your cronies are in any of the rooms around us! And I'm not loud!" She started laughing, rolling over onto her stomach and stretching. Edward took the opportunity to pry apart her reddened cheeks and stare at her. "Besides, you're the one that wrapped your mouth around my... oh, my..." Her face got as red as her behind, and she let her hair fall across her face to hide. Edward let one sharp spank fall across her butt and then said, "Get up and go to the bathroom." "What? Why? I don't have to go." "Lee, you go to the bathroom every hour. On the hour. And usually the half hours too." "I know, but I went before we... I don't have to go." Edward sat up and yanked the covers off them. "Just go. Do it." "Okay, okay," she said, reaching for the plush robe provided by the luxury Bahamian hotel. She went -- because she could always go -- and came out to find Edward already dressed in his company logo shirt and khaki pants. "What time is your meeting?" "I've got to be down there in fifteen minutes. I already ordered you a breakfast, and it should be on its way before I leave. What are you doing today?" Lee slithered up to him and cupped his cock through his pants. "You, I hope," she purred. He pushed her back onto the bed, laughing. "I have meetings today. You know that. Board stuff." "I know, silly. I'll just lay out and work on tanning this body for my sexy, wonderful boss. Maybe have a fruity frozen drink or two. Gossip with the other 'wives' hahaha." She bent over, rifling through the drawer they had designated for their bathing suits. "Wrong," he said, grasping her tiny wrist and pulling her upright. He jerked back the heavy hotel room curtains and it was squalling. "Oh my! It's really awful out there!" Lee said, peering out as the palm trees gusted over almost bent in half. Buckets of rain flooded down. "I'm so glad your meetings are in the hotel, honey," she said. "Get the pink rope out of my suitcase," Edward muttered, almost embarrassed. It was one of his concessions to Lee, his small indulgences for her that he refused to admit enjoying, though he did all the same. On a recent trip to his favorite hardware store, Lee wandered while Edward waited for some paint to be mixed. She often pointed out "pink" offerings to him throughout the store, and he cringed at the embarrassment of any man who would actually be seen dead carrying -- let alone purchasing -- the stuff. The night before the trip, Edward had finally broken through one of Lee's walls, and she had laid before him with her legs spread, her fingers inside of herself. When he asked her to pinch her lips and spread them open for him, she did. When he asked her to lick her fingers and slide them inside, she did. When he asked her to pull up on her clit hood and reveal the shiny, hard button within, she did. When he asked her to not break eye contact with him, she didn't, but he figured it was a big step for her anyway. So when she barreled up to him with her arms full of thick, braided, neon pink rope, he relented and purchased a few yards. He didn't even argue, figuring at the worst case, he could always dye it black when she was bad one day. As she was rifling through his suitcase for the rope, she chattered on. "Well, that sucks about not laying out. I was totally in the mood for a pina colada. Or a strawberry dacqueri. Or a strawberry pina colada. Yummm. Well, I'll just walk around I guess. I can probably borrow an umbrella from the front desk, and there are some cute shops really close by. Maybe some of the valets can give me a ride. I can look for some presents for my parents and maybe for Lance." Edward grabbed hold of the collar of Lee's plush robe and shook it open. "You're going to wander around town? By yourself? Or -- this is even better -- ask one of the local young men to get in a car with you and drive you around? You have got to be kidding me!" "Edward! It's no big deal. Maybe some of the other 'wives' are headed somewhere. You didn't seem to mind me socializing last night!" Edward instantly got a picture from the previous evening. They had already been on the island for a few days, and Lee's tan was darkening nicely. Her spaghetti strapped, short flowery dress fit in perfectly with the island theme. Edward had left her (after calming her momentary panic session) with some of the other more chatty wives of the board members, and joined the other men on a lanai for a cigar. After about half an hour, he turned to look in on Lee. He caught her laughing at something one of the other women said, her head thrown back and hand on her angular hipbone. The moonlight streamed in and he could swear he saw her (lack of) underwear. He'd insisted she remove it for the evening, as her dress was fully lined, and he required access to her pussy the entire evening. He'd spent the better part of their banquet hall dinner by her side with his fingers deep inside of her, requiring her to continue participating in the wives' conversation as if nothing explosive was happening below the table skirt. "Lee, you're staying here. It's two hours. Deal with it. I'll be back to take you out to lunch or shopping or whatever before you know it." "What am I supposed to do?" Then Edward smiled. "Take off your robe and lay down on the bed with your hands and feet towards the post." Lee knew to instantly comply, but she still hadn't learned not to question him just yet. As he secured one of her hands and both feet with the rope, she grabbed him with her other arm. "Edward, didn't you say there was someone coming to bring food? Are you going to cover me up?" As if it was planned, there was a knock on their door and a muted voice called, "Room service." Edward smiled evilly, and headed to their door. Luckily, the hallway between the door and the bed was long, and he was able to receive the dining tray without giving the service clerk more of a tip than he'd ever gotten before. "Oh, thank goodness. But you know you can't leave me this way! All stretched out! Naked... What if..." "Lee, calm down, baby," he wound another loop of the rope from the headboard and draped it around her collarbone. He'd never ever leave her with a rope around her neck with the possibility of it tightening without him being right next to her. But he knew how she liked to feel secure, and the hefty weight bearing down would be an extra perk for her. "Everything is taken care of." He then took a final amount of rope and wound it around her waist like a belt, then tied a knot about a foot down. "Push your pussy up towards my face," he said, and she instantly complied. "No, not for that, you little pervert." He wound the rest of the length of rope around her and belted it so that the length of rope ran directly between her legs. He saw her puffy little lips attempting to accommodate it on each side. The knot rested directly over her clit. He attached it to the back of the "belt" and tugged once for good measure. She shrieked as the bristles raked over her most sensitive areas. Edward bustled around the room, placing objects along the right side of Lee's body, within reach of her free arm. Cell phone. Hotel room phone. Breakfast foods. Book. TV remote. "Edward, no! What if someone comes in?" "Then they'll get a super special surprise, won't they? No, silly, I put the do not disturb sign on the door." He patted her breasts as he yanked each knot to ensure it was tight. "Edward, what if I have to go to the bathroom!" Lee panicked. "You just went." He could see it sync up in her mind now. "Besides, I'm not leaving you any water. You'll just have to hold it." "What if something happens? What if..." "Lee, stop arguing. There's nothing you can say that would make me change my mind. You are going to be fine. And by the way, I'll be watching." "Haha, yeah right, because you're the great all-knowing Edward." She laughed nervously. Edward reached between Lee's spread, taut legs and easily pinched one of her inner lips, which were in complete, broad-daylight display. "No, because of this!" He pointed at their television set. Lee squinted, and noticed that there was a tiny ball-like object on the top of it that wasn't there before. "What is that? Is that a ... oh my god, no way!" "Yep. I've got a web cam that's syncing to my phone. I'll be staring right into that delectable little pussy of yours -- of mine -- while listening to boring board stuff." "You won't show anyone else, right?" Edward snorted. "Yeah, Lee, that's just what I want to do. I'm going to lean over to the President and be like, 'Hey man, this little hot piece of ass is waiting for me in my room. What you got? Let's watch her eat a croissant. Hot!' I don't think so." "Do we have to do this?" Edward touched something on his palm phone, then activated the web cam. His phone sprung to life. He placed the phone into the space where her collarbone stuck out, and instructed her to stare at it. Then, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. The jolt shocked her, but as she was anchored to the bed, she couldn't dislodge herself. She cried out his name, begging him to fuck her. She looked down on the little screen, and had an intimate view right into her own body. "Oh, Edward," she sighed. "If you're a good girl, I'll finish what I started after my meeting," he said, wiping her juice across her own mouth. Then he kissed her, pulled her nipple, and quietly left the room. "Holy hell, what am I going to do? What if someone comes in? Ok, no one's going to come in. Edward protects me, I'm his. It's in his best interest to see that I'm ok. Yeah, he definitely wants to SEE that I'm OK. He wants to SEE everything. What am I going to do? Maybe I'll try to take a little nap. No, I'll eat something first. He certainly won't need to watch that up close," Lee said, picking at the pastries and fruit. She tried closing her eyes, but the intensity of the ropes had her too hot. She stretched, and then gasped at how it felt with the knot moving. She tried again, and inched herself down the bed. Edward had left a tiny bit of wiggle room for her. She began to lose herself, moving her hips up and down so the knot pushed in back and forth. Her little lips caught the rope and held it. Lee's breathing got a bit ragged. She slowly trailed her free hand down to the rope, and realized that she could tug at it at will. She experimented with pushing the knot between her lips. Then she pulled up on her clit hood and shifted so the knot hit against her exposed clit. Instantly, she screamed, and her entire body racked rigid. "Oh, my fucking god, that is intense." As she came down from the shock, her eyes rested on the little round web cam. She had completely forgotten about Edward, and wondered what he thought of her little show. She was sure the camera couldn't pick up the intense blush that had just spread across her face. "I can't believe I just... that he's watching... I'm so embarrassed," she said to herself. She vowed to stay stock still until Edward came back and ravished her for being a good girl. Then she sneezed. And the knot shifted back into place, bumping her clitoris and coming to rest between her lips again, spreading them open slightly. Lee then tried to make herself sneeze again, but couldn't. "Well, maybe I could just..." With a shy look towards the camera, Lee trailed her hand down her body again, and grasped the length of rope above the knot. She slowly pulled it up her body, hitting her clit over and over again. She had no idea whether Edward could see, or was watching, but she threw back her head and panted, gasping for air, tangled up in rope, and submitting to its coarse, powerful pull. Anchors Away "God civilians," Mike complained after twenty four years the retired Chief Petty Officer now ran the coast guard repair shop. He had purchased this three story shore front town house after a fire had gutted the third floor before his second sea tour. Then the neighborhood had been different mostly oystermen so they had a lot in common. That had been fourteen years before now the neighborhood consisted of African American doctors, lawyers and other well to do folks. Mike was the sole hold out from the past area, as such they were constantly getting him to give them sailing lessons on his forty three foot Hinckley centerboard sloop. He had purchased the boat a couple years ago for a song, abandon by some officer at one of military marina. Now they were screaming because Mike planned on taking a three month cruise and wanted to lease his house out. He had spent all night arguing with neighbors. "It will lower property value," the Doctor had argued at heart I knew he wished he could tag along. Mike had relented with regrets, which was why sleep was reluctant to come tonight. What the hell now he wondered hearing noise from down stairs. Being the sole white man living in the community his was the first home toilet papered on Halloween but it never went beyond a good prank as he knew most of the kids from sailing on his boat. "God damn it Jessie," Mike growled snapping on the lights feeling foolish holding the three fifty seven revolver in his hand. The sound of tires squealing away told him this was not her idea, "You trying to get yourself killed." The tall black girl had been a friend and neighbor since he'd been forced to retire from the Navy. "I am sorry Mr. Bandon," Jessie smiled nervously staring at the canon in my hand, "Tony figured, to get some money so we could take a trip." "So you planned to rob me," Mike asked the gun still in his hand "Tony told me you got insurance. You really would not lose anything." "You Just wait until your father gets here," Mike had already dialed his neighbors "They were so worried about property values." "Please, I'll have to hear about this from mom for the rest of the summer," Mike felt sorry for the girl. She had been on the state track team, unable to go on her spring break because of a track meet was bad. But to make it worse the girls had been banded from competing because their coach could not keep it in his pants. "She'll ground me until I graduate from college." "Why would I do that?" her mother demanded as the two came storming through my front door "Why the gun." "Tony convinced me to steal Mr. Bandon's flat screen and see if he had any cash lying around." Jessie melted she never been really able to hide things from her parents. "Do you realize how close that fucking no good boyfriend of yours came to getting you killed?" Jessie mother almost turned white with the realization the gun had been meant to deal with a home intruder. "God if it had been our home I would have shot you." "Mom he has insurance." Jessie said as if it made everything alright. "Are you going to press charges?" her father asked "I hope not she will never get into Georgetown with a record." "Heaven's no," Mike replied "she's your daughter." "Come on young lady and you can kiss your next three weeks good bye," Jessie mom told her. "Hi Mr. Bandon," Jessie called walking past the boat, "You were right, you know Tony when a shacked up with another girl just so I take the fall all by myself. How stupid could I have been." "Not stupid," Mike replied, "desperate for love. I have known a lot of girl who did stupid things for a man that should be allowed to hold their underwear." "Thanks, I think" Jessie smiled, Mike had always been rather blunt, probably the reason at fifty he still unmarried, "I mean, well hell, you going out for a sail?" "I don't know if I should share this with the neighborhood burglar," Mike laughed "But I am getting her ready for a three month trip down to the island of Curaçao I got a job down there." "Sound dreamily wish I could go." Jessie smiled, "but mom is so mad right now. She already tried to get me on that program scared straight." "You just need to find a better guy," Mike smiled up at the girl standing on the dock, "Or better yet just do without one until you get done college." "That is easy for you to said being as how your gay," Jessie replied just about knock him off the boat. Looking up from the deck he had already been distracted by the girl's thong staring him in the face. "Who said I was a homosexual?" Mike blustered, still focused on the girl's white thong. "God," Jessie replied suddenly embarrassed because she realized Mike was looking up her dress "it was Tony he said you had to be gay because you don't have no Hoe serving you." "No just like I was telling you, I waited until I was done with the Navy relationships just suck the life out of you," Mike laughed, "Shit girl no sense trying to hide that little piece of cloth now." "So what do you do about those urges," Jessie asked pointing to Mike now exposed tent "Yes I can see you're not gay." "Well, there are always people that are willing for a hook-up just for sex," Mike smiled, "easier for a girl then a guy even. After you get your life together Mr. Right will come along." "You really think there is such a thing as a Mr. Right," Jessie asked bitterly "I mean my mom and dad were perfect for each other yet mom cheats on dad with the white partner at her firm." "I am sure there is a soul mate for each of us," Mike replied filing the tidbit about Jessie's mom away for later. "Trouble is we settle for too soon so there is no room for growth." "Well if mom said yes," Jessie asked, smiling "could you use a bikini clad deck hand it is the least I could do for being such a fool." "Sure," Mike smiled his mind thinking of wonderful things they could do during the trip he knew she was sexual active her father had seen fit to talk to all the neighbors about that. "Mr. Bandon what are you thinking inviting a nineteen year old on a three month cruise?" Nadia Chapman Jessie's mother demanded accusingly shaking her finger at Mike like he was some sort of criminal on trial, "You must be three times her age." "First off, don't you come off at me like I the one sleeping with their white boss," Mike fumed "She asked me if she could go and I told her to ask you." "How did you know about that?" Nadia replied suddenly all the fury taken out of her sails "Does not matter," Mike replied, "I am the good neighbor keeps my eyes open and mouth shut remember." "I don't care," Nadia replied shaken but a good enough lawyer not to be on the ropes for long "My daughter will not be going with you." "That is fine," Mike replied, "I really didn't want to baby sit her anyway." "You don't want to try and blackmail me threaten to tell my husband," Nadia asked confused "No!" Mike replied, he enjoyed letting her no that her dirty little secret was not any more. Blackmail had a way of turning on you. "Now you have worn out your welcome please leave." "She will be back," Mike smiled watching wiggle as the woman made her way home, wonder if like daughter like mother. "We're ready," Jessie announced as the four members of the girl track team stood on the dock with bags on their shoulders and smiles on their faces. "What," Mike stammered stunned at the four girls. "Well Mom changed her mind at the last minute," Jessie smiled "told me I could go as long as there was another girl along so I brought the whole team along." "What about their folks," Mike asked not wanting to have the coast guard looking for him. "They were just happy to have them out of their hair for the summer," Jessie smiled innocently and Mike was saddled with the four. "Why didn't we go out on the open ocean," Terry one of the girls asked as Mike anchored outside of the swanquarter wildlife area in North Carolina. "I thought we were going to the Caribbean?" "The North Atlantic is really cold this time of year," Mike explained, beside which with four girls he was constantly doing something, "this way is safer." "Mr. Bandon," Jessie knocked on the door of his cabin "Can I come in." "Sure thing Jessie," Mike replied even though under his breathe he was cursing the interruption. "I never got a chance to thank you proper for not turning me into the police." Jessie smiled at the shocked look on Mike's face she was wearing a see thru top and panties and was pleased to see it had the proper effect. As the tent popped up under the sheet she had been wondering about white men. Now she planned to investigate while her friends slept. "What about the other girls," Mike asked as she crawled under the sheets next to him, he really wanted to say the hell with them at that point. "They can get their own men," she replied, her hand wrapping around Mike's shaft "God it is so big can I see it?" Pulling the sheets back Mike's finger now pulling her top off so he could get at those nipples playing peek a boo. "God your beautiful" Mike breathed as Jessie bent down as if to get a closer look. "Looks so good," Jessie said taking and running her tongue down along its length "taste as good as it looks she said popping it into her mouth. Mike's right hand was inside of her panties fingering her wetness. She moaned as Mike pulled her panties down then pulled her clit into his face. "I never had a boy do that to me before," Jessie moaned forgetting Mike's manhood for the moment as she arched her back humping his face. Mike slipped her panties all the way off as he continued to slurp her clit juices. "Oh god, I think I am coming." Jessie cried bucking against Mike's magical tongue. "Okay now it is my turn," Mike said, continuing to work her with his fingers "Oh yeah," Jessie smiled swinging her lithe body around so she could lower herself onto Mike erect member she began plunging him into her grinding her hips for all she was worth. "God now I know why my mom likes white dick." As she orgasm yet again feeling Mike explode deep inside of her. She collapsed next to Mike both exhausted they drifted off into sleep. "I cannot believe you and Mr. Bandon," Tareya asked in shock, her friend had woken early to discover the two of them snuggled in each other's arms. "I thought he was gay." Terry smiled, "least that is what I was told." "Oh my god far from it" Jessie smiled sliding into her top. "Was he any good," Lexi asked, "I mean he so old could he even get it up." "I say this," Jessie held up four fingers, "He the first guy to make me have multiple orgasms." "Really," Terry looked at Mike with new curiosity, "I always considered him just an old man who knew." "Hey hands off, he is mine," Jessie smiled "I need a shower I am all sticky." "Hey share and share alike," Lexi smiled, "I mean now that you got us interested." "The girls want me to share you with them." Jessie came over as Mike worked the sails heading into Seewee Bay just above Charleston SC. That morning had been so pretty that they had done some open water sailing but the afternoon had turned bitter. "Am I being selfish?" "I do not believe I could handle all four of you at once," Mike smiled he realized the other three were listening. "I am afraid there is no way to share me." Inside he was lusting after all four girls. The image of such and orgy of young flesh just kept creeping into his head as he anchored the boat. "I got it," Lexi shouted in triumph, the girls had been sulking ever since Mike had made his statement. "Whatever it is I hope it not catching," Terry replied smartly gaining a group frown. "We play strip poker," Lexi smiled at her idea, "after everyone is naked high card goes first we keep going until the well runs dry," "Do you think he would go for it?" Tareya asked looking at Lexi. "Sure it is every guy's fantasy," Terry smile, "to get four girls naked and have their way with them." "Yeah but can they keep up with four," Jessie smiled getting into the idea of giving Mike a special treat. "There are cards in the main cabin." "Mike how you like to play some cards after dinner?" Jessie smiled entering the cabin where Mike had just finished cooking the fish they had caught. "No problem you girls mind if I have a glass of wine with dinner." Mike asked looking at the smiling group of females he figured they had worked out the problem. "Only, if we can have one too." Terry said "Who knows you get us all drunk maybe you'll get lucky." "Sorry," Mike put the bottle of wine back in the refrigerator, "I don't want a bunch of drunk women on my boat just so I can get luckily." "Oh please she was just kidding," Lexi smiled, "I love white wine with fish and just one glass will not hurt." "What are we playing," Mike asked the girls as Terry shuffled the cards. "Why strip poker of course," Jessie smiled at the look on Mikes face "It helps to have some clothes on," Mike smiled at the four girls in Bikinis, "When you play strip poker," "Well we didn't want to spend too much time playing cards," Lexi smiled, "so you in or out." "At this point how could I lose," Mike smiled, looking at Jessie who nodded that it was okay. "Fine here are the rules." Lexi replied even as Terry dealt out the hand Mike could not help but to wonder about the anxious minx. "God you lose drop those pants," Lexi demanded sitting there naked "so we can see what you got." Mike stood and dropped his shorts the girl gasp at the size of his hard on. "God can I just touch it." "Remember high card goes first," Terry smiled cutting a queen her large chocolate nipples standing out proudly she had the largest of the three, being track runner none were what you call overly endowed but god what great bodies. "Not so fast," Lexi purred smiling as she turned a king over "I'll try to leave a little for the rest of you." "We plan on it," Terry replied as the three other girls followed Mike and Lexi into Mike's bedroom. Lexi was a petite oriental mix with glasses and long straight black hair, the kids used to tease her about being a mutt. She had earned her place as the anchor on the cross country track team despite her smaller frame she could pull steam out of thin air. Surrounded by four naked women Mike set right to making her squirm burying his face in her young snatch sucking her clit into his teeth to tantalize the girl. "Oh god yes," she was moaning in no time as the other girls watched mesmerized. Mikes fingers snaked into her moistness causing her to bounce on the bed "God am coming." As the gush of her juices told mike she was ready He brought his tool up torpedoing the girl withering on the bed her legs wrapping around Mike's waist pulling him deep inside her as she bucked until Mike unleashed his load into her. "I feel like I just ran the four forty," Lexi wobbled trying to stand only to settle back on the bed as Terry's mouth began working on Mike tool. "That must be what they call Sixty-nine," Tareya breathed as Mike pulled Terry's Firm young body over his face. Soon Terry was grinding her bush into Mike's tongue as one hand massaged her ass while he fingered her with his other. "Take the top it great," Jessie advised as Terry shuttered screaming for 'Mike to ram her.' She did not need any additional encouragement reluctantly giving up the tongue to straddle Mike impaling herself on Mike's ten inches of meat before pumping furiously. "I don't think I can do this." Tareya realizing her turn was next, leaned over whispering to Jessie the two had been great friends "I never done it with a boy before. But I don't want the others girls to know." "leave it to me," Jessie smiled whispering back, "you just go through the motions, You ever suck a dick before." "No not even that," Tareya shock her head sadly "You know how my mom and dad are. And a white cock at that they hit the ceiling." "Think of this as a learning experience," Jessie whispered watching Terry shuttering as yet another orgasm swept thru her. "Just run your tongue up and down it simple, straddle his face so he gets a taste of you. I'll whisper to him what up he'll let you off easy." "I'll try," Tareya replied as Terry collapsed on Mike and Jessie leaned in whispering in Mike's ear "Hey it Tareya turn," Lexi who had recovered and was now enjoying the show called thinking Jessie was going to cut into line. So Jessie backed off as Tareya bent to Mike's cock at first she ran her tongue down the side then as Mike slipped his fingers into her while licking her clit She slipped the whole thing in her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure, tasting Terry jucies mixed with Mikes she began to greedily slide it in and out the harder she worked it the more Mike worked her soon she was out of control. "God that feels so good hammer my tight little cunt." She moaned Mike continued to suck on her clit until her juices cover his face. "I going to give her something special," As he put her on her knees coming at her doggie style so that Tareya could bury her head in the blankets as he rammed her virgin hole. He began inching his way into her as she moaned unable to say stop because then her friends would know she felt herself pushing back wanting more of that cock to fill her his hands pulling her slowly until she could feel his balls slapping her virgin. "Oh fuck me," Tareya moaned lost in the pleasure as an orgasm bolted thru her, as Mike continued his slow rhythm "Come inside me." "Oh god that looks so hot," Lexi shouted fingering herself "can you do me like that next." "I don't know I still got one more to service before seconds," Mike breathed, spending himself in a bucking Tareya's moistness. He owe Jessie some special time for this trip. "I think maybe tomorrow" Jessie smiled as she slipped Mike's manhood in her mouth she have to give some serious consideration to sharing him during the rest of the trip. Anchors Away "Yes baby, you can do it if you want." Mike whispered. "You know you want to find out what it tastes like. How it feels on your tongue." With a loud moan, Kelly's head shot forward and she sucked the finger into her mouth. As second later, Connie's lips closed over Kelly's finger and they both moaned. Kelly's other hand was rubbing her clit in small tight circles as her hips flexed back and forth. She was whimpering, almost whining as she sucked on Connie's finger. Connie was making a little sound deep in her throat. It was the sound she made when she was really into sucking my dick. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. With my mouth close to her ear, I asked, "How do you like her taste? Does she taste as good as you thought she would?" Connie whimpered loudly and nodded quickly. "Maybe you should lay down and see if she'll sit on your face." I suggested in a louder voice. "Then she can lean over and get a taste of you directly from the source." Both women moaned loudly as Connie pulled the fingers from both of their mouths. She turned and looked up at me and then shivered as I nodded and smiled. As I backed up, she turned around and lay down on the blanket, her head towards the beach and right in front of Kelly. Kelly watched Connie closely and then trembled as Connie lay down and licked her lips. Kelly glanced at me and then at Mike. Mike nodded and grinned at her. Kelly made a whimpering moan as she took her hand off her sex and jammed three fingers in her mouth. Slowly Kelly dropped to her knees on the edge of the blanket and moved forward a little at a time. When her knee bumped Connie's shoulder, she looked down quickly at Connie's face and then her eyes ran down to rest on the spread thighs in front of her. She licked her lips and a shivering shake ran up and down her body. She moved her knees wider and moved forward until her sex was right over Connie's face. Connie's hands came up and caressed the backs of Kelly's thighs and she stopped moving, her eyes were still on Connie's sex. Pulling the fingers out of her mouth, Kelly leaned forward and placed a hand to each side of Connie's hips. Both women whimpered softly, Kelly from Connie's hands caressing her ass and Connie from Kelly's sex slowly dropping toward her face. Connie had had fantasies about being with another woman and now it looked like they were about to come true. Her eyes flicked over to rest on me. I grinned and licked my lips. She just moaned loudly and pulled down on Kelly's ass impatiently. Kelly's body gave a quiver and she raised her hips as she looked over her shoulder at Mike. "All those people can see." She said in a whinny, whimpering voice. "I don't think I can go through with it." Mike moved over behind Kelly and said, "I'll cover you from here so no one can see." He looked over at me and said with a wink, "Why don't you move over to that side of your wife's hip, that way, everyone's view is blocked." I nodded and did as he asked, knowing full well that anyone looking this way would know what was going on. Once I was in place, Mike looked down at Kelly and said, "You're all safe and covered now." Kelly turned her head and my hard dick was right in front of her face. She groaned loudly and licked her lips. "Suck it." I heard Connie tell her. "Go on, he won't mind and neither will I. He'll even pull it down where you can reach it." I did as my wife suggested and pulled my dick down until the head was right in front of Kelly's mouth. Her tongue shot out and swirled around the head as she moaned loudly. For the first time in our fifteen years of marriage, another person besides my wife was touching my dick. I gave out with a soft moan of my own. All of a sudden, Kelly gave a loud gasp of surprise and jerked forward. Just as suddenly, she was trying to swallow my dick, her tongue going mad all along the shaft. I gave a little gasp of my own and then moaned loudly, my hips jerking forward on their own. Kelly's mouth was doing wonderful things to my dick. "I told you she was into all things oral and damned good at them to." Mike said with a chuckle. "No shit!" I whispered more to myself than anyone before Kelly's wild mouth made me moan again. My attention was drawn down to my wife's head. She was partially sitting up and had her face plastered to Kelly's sex. Kelly's ass was jerking and flexing up and down as she moaned softly around my dick. Unexpectedly, Kelly's mouth was gone from my dick and I looked down at her. Her head was down between my wife's parted thighs. A moment later, Connie gave out with a loud cry and arched her hips up. I wasn't sure whose hips were moving faster, Kelly's or Connie's. They were both into it hard, fast and wildly. I just stayed there on my knees with my dick in my hand. It was an awesome sight to see. It was a race of sorts, as each woman tried their best to get the other off. Connie had just had an orgasm, so I was surprised when she threw her head back with a wailing yell as she came in long flowing waves, her hips flexing and jerking with the ebb and flow. I think this was the fastest I had ever seen her come from oral sex. As Connie's arched hips started to slow and sink back toward the blanket, she tried to get Kelly's face away from her pussy. Kelly wasn't responding. She just kept on licking and sucking on the tasty treat in front of her. Connie gave a little yell of pain/pleasure that told me she had had enough as she tried to wiggle away. I reached down and tried to lift Kelly's head away from my wife's sex. She was like a bulldog and didn't want to leave her feast. I looked at Mike and he gave me a grin as he knee walked up behind his girlfriend, grabbed her hips, and rammed his dick home in her pussy in one solid quick thrust. Kelly gave a yelp of surprise and lifted her head sharply. Mike pounded into her with long hard strokes, his hips slapping her ass sharply. Kelly tossed her head around and then she zeroed in on my dick with her mouth. She swallowed me to the hilt and madly swirled her tongue all over my shaft. Mike slapping her ass bounced her nose off my pelvic bone and drove me even deeper into her mouth. I felt my balls tightening and the itchy feel of my orgasm rising fast. I wondered if I should pull out or not as the urge to come got stronger. Kelly was moaning and whimpering around my dick in her mouth, and seemed to be in a world of her own with two dicks in her. She was pushing back against Mike now, which moved her mouth up and down on my dick. My indecision was short lived as Kelly yelled around my dick and sucked even harder on me. She was grinding her ass hard against Mike's now jerky hips. The thought that he was coming deep inside her pussy pushed me over the edge and I joined him with a long loud groan. Kelly gave another yell and jerked forward, burying me in her mouth to the max. Then she would suck hard and jam her ass back against Mike. Back and forth she went as her hips jerked and bucked, her tongue a mad butterfly along and over my dick. My thighs were shaking like crazy by the time she slowly sank down to lay on top of Connie and my dick came out of her mouth. I looked over to see Mike grinning down at his girlfriend. He glanced at me and the grin got even bigger. "I think she finally got her fill, no pun intended." He said and then chuckled as he sat back on his heels. I sat back and looked at Connie's face. She grinned at me and then sighed deeply. "She wasn't the only one blown away. Oh wait, that was you that was blown away." She grinned again and then chuckled. "I'm glad you guys got her attention off me, I was about to die." ***** Later the four of us were laid out on the blanket. We had turned it ninety degrees so we could all face the water. Connie was lying beside Kelly. I was next to Connie and Mike was on the other end. Both women had their heads down on their arms and both of us guys were up on our elbows. "I've got a question." Connie said and then asked, "Just how long is that tongue of yours, Kelly?" I heard Mike laugh and say, "It's incredible, isn't it." Kelly lifted her head and stuck her tongue out an inch or so at Mike. "Come on girl, let it all out to play." He told her with a big grin. "Go on, show the good people." Kelly turned her head our way and then her tongue slowly came out and then down. When it stopped moving, the tip was three inches below her chin. Connie and I both stared with our mouths open as she flexed the part below her chin back and forth. "Holy shit! No wonder I was coming my brains out so quickly." Connie muttered. "That thing felt like it was a foot up inside me and then I was being licked from my clit to my asshole all at the same time. Talk about your overloads." Kelly's tongue retracted. Yeah, that's the word for it. I wondered if it was on a roller or something. I shook my head and grinned as I said, "I know when I'm out gunned." "Tell me about it." Mike said with a laugh. "But I love it and I love her." He leaned over and kissed Kelly. Kelly kissed him back softly. When the kiss broke, Mike whispered, "I love it when we kiss. She adds a whole new dimension to the phrase, slip me some tongue." "I can believe that." I told him. "I want to try that." Connie whispered with a smile. Kelly turned her head and looked deep into Connie's eyes and then she shyly puckered up. Her head moved forward as Connie's moved to meet her half way. They kissed for a second and then Connie moaned softly and kissed Kelly even more passionately. A moan from Kelly mingled with Connie's as the kiss went on. When the kiss ended, both women shivered and licked their lips. "You taste like me." Kelly whispered. "And you taste like me." Connie whispered back. "Well, no shit!" Mike said with a laugh. "No. Pussy!" I told him with a grin. We all broke up laughing. ***** I never did get to fuck my wife's sweet ass that day but everything that happened more than made up for it. We saw Kelly and Mike several more times, both as guests at our home and at The Cove. Only one other time did anything ever happen like it did that first day. It was the time Connie wanted to me to fuck her ass while she sucked Mike and Kelly ate her pussy. Needless to say, she got her cookies in spades, among other things. She slept for almost a full day afterwards. Shortly after that, Mike and Kelly broke up and we never saw either of them again, I'm sorry to say. They were two of the nicest people we had ever met. Anchors Aweigh The following story is copyrighted and may not be posted on any internet site without the express consent of the author. Author's note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the date were changed by artistic license. At this date and time I can't remember the men's actual names, but if any of the participants happen to read this story, they will know who they are and hopefully will remember the events onboard the U.S. Navy supply ship with a lot of pleasure. * * * * * It was another hot July Sunday in Fort Lauderdale as Deej and Carole left the Church parking lot after the last service. As he often did on Sundays, Deej decided to drive around just to see if there was anything going on that might spark their interest. Just something to do on a quiet Sunday afternoon in what was normally a pretty boring town. He was driving his aunt's new Corvair, wanting to see what it was like to drive a car with the engine in the back. She had left it in his care while she went on a cruise to the Bahamas with instructions that he was not to drive it, but Deej couldn't resist the temptation, figuring that it wouldn't hurt to put just a few miles on the odometer. He determined that the car didn't offer anything new and lacked the pickup of his Austin-Healy roadster. Deej did like the advantage of the rear engine drive in that there was no hump in the middle of the front floor board, at least. He liked to drive around with Carole sitting tightly against him as he played with her pussy and the absence of the hump made it possible for her to sit next to him with her legs spread wide. The first thing he had Carole do when the church was out of sight was to remove her panties and throw them in the back seat, then pull her Sunday dress up around her waist. Carole never objected to Deej's fondling of her body and the hot sex that usually followed, although she was nervous about someone being able to see her as they drove around, keeping a hand on the hem of her dress so she could quickly pull it down in case there was someone who could see inside the car. As he slid a finger in Carole's moistening pussy, Deej couldn't help but look at Carole's face, proud of his pretty wife's beauty, often unbelieving that he had been fortunate enough to marry her. She was a small young woman, just a shade under five feet tall and weighing less than a hundred pounds, of which five of those pounds must have been in her fantastic breasts. Deej didn't know anything about women's bra sizes, but he knew that Carole's breasts must have been some of the largest a woman could have. They made her appear top-heavy, but that was partly because of her waspish waist. While Deej had to use both hands to full encompass her breasts, at the same time his fingers could almost touch when he put his hands around her waist. Her breasts didn't sag from their size, either, possibly because of her young age of twenty, but seemed to point straight ahead as though they were pointing the way. Her figure was the first thing most men noticed, but after examining how her small waist flared out into nicely rounded hips above the most gorgeous legs, their eyes always moved up to her face and, once any man looked at her face, her body was soon forgotten. Her hair was a dark blonde, usually worn short, framing a flawless face with a pert little nose, luscious, full lips, and highlighted by the most startling blue eyes, a blue the color of the water in a shallow lagoon, almost torquiose. Her smile often captured men's hearts and Carole was usually smiling. She was one of those effervescent people, the kind that everyone enjoyed being around, full of life and innocence. If Carole had any faults, it wasn't in her physical appearance, but in her devout devotion to Deej, her willingness to do anything she could to please him. She wasn't a rocket scientist by any means, barely passing high school, and this made her very easily manipulated, something Deej had always taken full advantage of in the six years they had dated before getting married. As they headed out Sunrise Boulevard towards the beach, they passed two sailors in their starched white uniforms, walking backwards with their arms stretched out and thumbs pointed up in the universal hitchhiking signal. Deej drove on past them without slowing, then an erotic thought crossed his mind, the thought of letting the two men enjoy some sex with his wife. His cock immediately responded to the image, half-rising in his pants. Deej turned right at the next street and went half-way around the block, stopping behind a auto dealership. He put the car in park and turned to Carole who was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face. Without explaining his motives, Deej reached behind Carole's back, leaning her forward slightly, and undid the buttons to her dress, then quickly undid the clasps on her bra. The elastic in the straps around her chest relaxed, permitting her lovely breasts to swing free, but still partially restrained by the cups of her bra. Still not saying anything, Deej pulled the wide straps of the sleeveless dress off her shoulders and eased them down her arms, letting the top portion of her dress fall in her lap. Deej then removed her free-hanging bra and threw it in the back with her panties. He lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately while he teasingly massaged her breasts, lightly twisting each nipple in turn until they became hard and erect, jutting out from her white mounds of flesh like miniature cocks. Carole was used to Deej undressing her in this manner and didn't object as she returned his probing kiss with equal passion, quickly aroused by Deej's touch and kiss, her legs spreading even wider in response to the flood of heat she felt rising in her crotch. Deej broke off his arousal of Carole just as abruptly as he had begun, slipping her arms back in her dress and then pulling it back up on her shoulders. He didn't re-button her dress, letting the top gap open slightly at the back, the scoop neck of the bodice drooping just enough to show the delicious cleavage of her breasts, making it obvious that there was no confining bra beneath the dress, her erect nipples clearly indenting the soft material. As he put the car in drive, Deej reached into Carole's lap and pulled the hem of her dress down to mid-thigh and then pulled back onto the road. He made a circuit of the block and ended up back on Sunrise, still heading toward the beach. Deej crossed his fingers mentally in hopes that the two sailors hadn't caught a ride while he prepared Carole. Just as he rounded a long curve in the highway, he saw the white suits glaring in the overhead sun about two blocks ahead and he smiled, happy that he hadn't missed the opportunity to pick them up. Deej slowed the car as he approached the two men, gliding slowly past them for a couple of car lengths before stopping. Carole immediately sensed Deej's purpose in stopping for the hitchhikers. He had suggested they pick someone up before when they were driving around but didn't do it after Carole protested tearfully. "No, Deej. Please don't," Carole whined. "Don't pick them up." "Aww, don't worry about it, baby. I'm just going to give them a ride," Deej attempted to assuage Carole's alarm as he watched the two men hurry towards the stopped car in the rear view mirror. "It's too hot out there to be walking," he explained further as the two reached the car. Deej operated the electric window on Carole's side of the car and called out to the men as they reached the car door. "Hey, where you guys headed?" A dark-haired handsome face appeared at the window, "we're trying to make it to the beach," he explained breathlessly. "Didn't know it was so far from the port. This is the way to the beach, isn't it?" Deej nodded, then answered, "yeh, it's this direction, but you still have about three miles to go." He noticed the handsome sailor was furtively looking Carole over, his eyes lingering on her breasts for several seconds before he looked back at Deej. "Well, come on, get in. We're going the same way." Handsome cheerfully expressed his thanks and relief, "gee, man, thanks. My sea legs aren't used to all this walking." He pulled on the door handle and swung the door wide, then spoke to his friend, "c'mon, Chip, they're going to give us a ride." As Carole leaned forward, the dark haired sailor pulled the passenger seat forward and held it for his friend, who finally came into view. Chip wasn't as tall as the one who spoke, but was still good-looking in his white uniform, now wrinkled from the heat and slight perspiration of their walk, his sandy hair cropped close to his head in the current style. As he bent over to get in the back seat, Deej could see that half of the back seat was taken up by a large folded-up carpet his aunt had left in the car and he realized that there was only room for one in the back. "Perfect," he thought, then suggested, "one of you will have to sit up front. I forgot about the carpet." Chip spoke up from the back seat, "Todd, you lucky ass! You must have known we both couldn't sit back here." Chip laughed as he joked with his partner, then realized the word he had used, immediately apologizing, "oh, ma'am, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used a cuss word." His face turned a little red as he thought about using cuss words in front of someone he didn't even know. Deej laughed, "what? You mean ass'? Hell, that's not bad. And ass' isn't a cuss word, so don't worry about it." As he spoke over his shoulder to the sandy-haired sailor, Deej put his arm around Carole's shoulders as a pretense of pulling her closer to make room for the sailor named Todd, his arm slipping behind her back to her waist with his hand resting on her hip. He added for both men's benefit, "and, besides, fellas, we're all about the same age, so you don't have to watch your language." Chip was still embarrassed by his faux pas, "well, I still apologize. It's just that on the ship, every other word is a cuss word and I forget myself when I'm on shore." Todd chided his friend as he closed the passenger door, "that's my buddy for you. Always too polite. Guess it's his southern raising." To show he could also be polite, Todd stuck out his hand to Deej, "by the way, I'm Todd and that clown back there is Chip." Deej took his hand and clasped it firmly, "hi. I'm Deej and this little beauty is Carole." He gave Carole's waist a hug as part of his introduction. She smiled first at Deej and then turned to the man sitting closely next to her and softly, in a little-girl voice, greeted, "hi. Nice to meet you both." Deej drove slowly towards the beach, making small talk as he drove while he brain-stormed for an idea on how to accomplish his goal. From the small talk he learned that they were in port for the next three days, had never been to Fort Lauderdale before, and their ship was a navy supply ship, nothing glamorous, as Todd had put it. Deej used his hand on Carole's hip to slowly work the hem of her dress up, moving it a fraction of an inch at a time, hoping she wouldn't notice the gradual expanse of skin he was revealing to the man on her right. Deej had become aware that the tall sailor had been staring at the creamy tan of her legs, his eyes darting at times to the top of her dress as he leaned back in the seat for a better view of Carole's breasts. Chris had propped his arms on the top of the front seat with his head between Todd and Carole and was looking intently down her top. From his position, he was able to see most of her lovely grapefruit-sized tits, seeing just to the edge of her dark-pink aureola, hoping she would move somehow so he could catch a glimpse of her nipples as they pressed against her thin summer dress. Todd had been sitting with his hands on his knees but had gradually moved his hands up his legs until the back of his fingers were against Carole's smooth thighs. One glance at his crotch indicated to Deej that the close proximity to the very pretty girl was having quite an effect on the emboldened sailor. Deej finally came up with an idea to make things a lot more interesting as he asked the two men, "you guys going swimming when you get to the beach?" Todd spoke for both of them as his hand slid against Carole's outer thigh, "yeh, we got our swim trunks on under our uniforms. Hope the water's nice." Deej acted as if an idea just hit him. "Well, hey, how about we join you? Looks like a nice day to go swimming." Todd and Chip chimed in together, "why, sure. That would be fun. We don't know where to go on the beach, anyway." "Great!" Deej replied. "We'll have to go to our house to get our swim suits, though. We don't live far from here, so it'll only take a few minutes." Deej pulled Carole more to him in a friendly hug, letting his hand pull her dress up to her hip as caused her to lean to him on her left hip, revealing the line of her tan contrasted against the whiteness of her rounded hip. "How about it, sugar? Want to go swimming?" Carole wasn't even aware that half her ass was showing as she beamed, "uh-huh. I'd love it." Deej made a quick u-turn on the almost-deserted highway and headed towards their house, holding Carole in the leaning position, hoping the men would see her exposed skin and the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. Looking out of the corner of his eye as he hurried down the road, Deej could see that both of the men hadn't missed the view but were staring down at the car seat, their eyes admiring the curve of Carole's pale ass, Todd's cock echoing the thoughts that must have been rushing through his mind. Five minutes after making the u-turn, Deej pulled up in their carport and the four of them piled out of the car and went inside. As soon as they had stepped in the door into the kitchen, Carole announced, "I'll go change into my suit. There's no place on the beach to change." Deej stopped her with an arm around her tiny waist, "hey, just a minute, baby. Maybe the guys want a drink or something first." He turned to pose the question to the two men standing just inside the door, "how about it, guys? Beer? Soda?" Chip grinned, "I'd like a beer. Be good after that long walk." Todd added to the request, "hmm, I'd like one, too, if you don't mind giving one to someone under age." Deej laughed, "well, you can't be far from twenty-one, so who cares?" Todd congratulated Deej on his estimate, "hey, you hit it on the head. We're both twenty." Carole looked surprised as she confessed, "really? That's what I am. I just turned twenty in February." Todd feigned disappointment, "shit, looks like I'm the old man here. I'm twenty-three." They all laughed at his deprecating remark, with Chip reassuring that he didn't look like an old man. Carole got three beers out of the refrigerator and a soda for herself, then pulled out chairs at the dining room table for the two men. She took a few sips of her drink and then announced, "I'm going to change." As soon as she was out of earshot, Todd remarked, "hope you don't mind, Deej, but I gotta say, your wife is really beautiful." Deej shrugged as though the compliment to his wife was expected, "yeh, she is. But you ain't seen nothing yet. Wait til you see her in a bathing suit." Chips eyebrows shot up, then he said appraisingly, "man, I bet she's a knock out." Deej stood up, "you guys want a preview?" Todd looked at him quizically, "what do mean, Deej?" Deej held his finger to his lips and motioned for them to follow him, then started tip-toeing to their closed bedroom door. By his estimate, Carole should be about ready to slip into her bathing suit and should be completely naked. He waited until the two men had snuck up to stand behind him and then, quietly turning the door handle, he opened the door suddenly. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, Carole stood frozen, bending over the dresser drawer where she kept her bathing suit, her eyes wide with shock as the three men stood in the doorway staring at her naked body. Her breasts jiggled slightly when she was startled by the opening door, giving her naked form an even more erotic quality. In a matter of seconds, Carole recovered and screamed, "Deej!", then stood up straight with her arms crossed in front of her breasts, not thinking about the rest of her body revealed to the leering men, the pressure of her arms across her breasts making them bulge a little above her tiny limbs. When she saw that each of the men were staring at the tawny-colored pubic hair, she quickly dropped one arm and covered her patch with her hand, leaving more of her ample breasts exposed for viewing. Carole screamed again, "Deej! Get out of here!" She turned as she yelled angrily and grabbed her dresss off of the bed and held it in front of her. Deej crossed the short distance between him and Carole in two long strides and snatched the dress from her hands with a smile, "now, baby, don't be that way. We just want to look." He tossed the dress over the bed and grasped both of Carole's wrists in his strong hands, pulling her arms over her head. Deej continued to hold her arms over her head as he stepped behind Carole and presented her full frontal view to the two sailors. "See, guys? Here's the preview." Carole struggled as the two men stepped further into the bedroom, each of them devouring her sexy body with their eyes. Deej pulled Carole's hands behind her back as she struggled to get free, her breasts now accentuated by the position of her arms behind her, the jiggling flesh bouncing as she fought against Deej's grip. "Deej, please!" Carole pleaded. "Don't do this." Deej only laughed, then invited the two watching the struggle, "feel her tits, guys. Feel how firm they are." Seeing the two hesitate, Deej invited again, "go on, get a feel." Todd was the first one to step forward. He ran his finger tips over the white flesh tentatively, then squeezed one breast with his fingers spread wide. "Mmm, they're nice," he commented, as he gripped a nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled it like a pencil. Chip joined him and began massaging the other breast as he echoed Todd's sentiments. "Yeh, nice. Very nice. Carole, you sure have some nice breasts. Nice body, too." Chip dropped his mouth to the breast he was holding and began to fervently suck on the nipple, enveloping the wrinkled, pink aureola with his lips. Deej could feel Carole's resistance lessen, the muscles in her arms no longer straining to free herself. He crossed her wrists and held them with one hand while he used his other hand to stroke Carole's body, caressing the cheeks of her ass then bringing his hand around to her belly and sensually rubbing it, letting his fingers brush through her soft pubic hairs. Deej felt Carole relax even more and when Todd lowered his mouth to the nipple he had been rolling, Deej heard Carole gasp. Deej took that as a sign and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers stroking up and down the slit of her pussy. One thing he had learned about Carole since he had first met her was that once she was fingered, her resistance to anything completely crumbled and she became a first-class slut. That was precisely what Deej was aiming for as he slipped his middle finger in her hot tunnel. He felt Carole open her legs as her pussy lips blossomed like a flower in spring searching for the sun, opening wide for a visit from a bee. Deej released Carole's arms from his grip and was pleased to see her place a hand on each sailor's head caressingly as the two sucked on her distended nipples. Deej knew all the right spots to touch in Carole's now-dripping pussy and he knew how sensitive her nipples were. He also knew when she was ready to fuck, all the tell-tale signs, her rapid breathing, the heat of her body, her hands becoming almost hot to the touch, her soft mewing sounds she made through half-parted lips. He saw those signs now as Carole stood bow-legged so his probing fingers could freely access the insides of her pussy and he heard her moan softly, her head tilted back, her eyes narrow slits, sleepily peering out at nothing. Deej knew that when she was in this state, she'd fuck anything, a dog or even a coke bottle if there was nothing else around. He slipped his slickened finger out of her pussy, eliciting a regretful groan from her, and took his pants off, throwing them in a corner of the room. Anchors Aweigh I am a civilian employee of the Navy, at a large base on the East Coast. More than that I cannot tell you, because what I am about to reveal in this story would get me in serious trouble, and I need my job. I have an engineering degree, and my work involves a lot of problem solving and analysis. I guess that makes me a little nerdy, but I am more adventurous than you might think. I am a 32 year old single woman, and have never been married. I do not have much social life, especially lately. I just ended another relationship with a man, and I am not in the dating game at the moment. My co-workers are mostly married, and the others are not interested in me. I guess an engineer chick is the last thing most men want. My sex life has been reduced to masturbation, almost nightly, and a good night's sleep. I watch internet porn occasionally, and I am amazed at the huge cocks, especially when they are shoved up a woman's asshole. I purchased a sex toy on-line, a penis shaped dildo to use when I pleasure myself. When it arrived, it was smaller than I expected. When I read the packaging, it became clear. It said "Suitable for anal insertion". That intrigued me, and I tested it that night. I coated it with Vaseline, and carefully pushed it up my asshole. I left it in while I played with my clit and made myself come. It was quite pleasant. I decided to name it "rubber-dickie" as a private joke. When I was a little girl I had a bath toy I called rubber-duckie. This scenario became routine for me, and soon I did not need the Vaseline. My only other sex life is a regular blowjob for my boss. He asked me for this some time ago, he said he "needed it" about once a week. He implied that if I did him this favor, he would take care of me. I do it for the job security. He is not an ugly old creep, he is a fairly handsome guy in his thirties. He calls me into his private office for a meeting, locks the door, and sits on his chair with his pants down while I blow him. I have learned to enjoy it, but I am not telling him that. I want him to remain obligated to me. You may judge me if you wish, but "I am what I am". I warned you that I am more adventurous than you might think. In college most of my dates just wanted me to suck them off, which I did, and I learned to be quite good at it. My relationships with men after college left me vaguely unsatisfied, and I broke up with them after a few months. Recently I have been feeling horny, and I came to the conclusion that I needed to get laid. I hope you are not offended by my use of plain language about sex. I am not the girly-girl type to say "Please make love to me", I am more likely to just say "Fuck me!" I approached this as a project that needed to be researched, analyzed, and completed. My engineering problem solving approach took over. I did not want love and romance, or even dinner and a movie; I just wanted to get fucked. A totally anonymous, one-night stand of screwing. Some of the women in the office talk about letting themselves get picked up by a sailor, and having one-night stand sex. That does not appeal to me for a few reasons. The guys on the surface ships may be out on a deployment for 6 or 8 months, but they have regular port calls where they hook up with prostitutes. I do not want to catch something from a third-world hooker. My analytical mind arrived at another interesting idea. The nuclear subs with the missile capability do not make any foreign port calls. They call these subs "boomers" and their mission is to immediately submerge when they leave port, and they do not surface until just before they return to home port. They lurk submerged, secret and undetected as a threat to any country that might attack us. What interests me is that the crew is isolated for the length of the deployment, with no chance for sex or even masturbation because there is no privacy. I can only imagine how much pent up sexual energy these young guys have when they return to port. The departures and arrivals of ships including the subs is classified confidential, not secret or top secret. I am cleared for confidential, so I began to look for a returning "boomer". I soon discovered one, returning in two days. My plans came together. I would wait at the gate where the sailors come out on leave or liberty, and look for a likely candidate with a SSBN hull number on his sleeve. That will tell me he just arrived on the returning sub. I will meet him and introduce myself, first name only, and pick him up. I will think of a good pickup line. I have quite a bit of stored up sexual energy myself, and I want to experiment with one of these guys to see if they explode like an erupting volcano. I want to be on the receiving end of that hot eruption. The day of the arrival of the sub, I took the afternoon off. I just told my boss I was leaving early. He is in no position to refuse me anything if he wants to keep blowing his load in my mouth. At my apartment, I dressed in something I thought was attractive and sexy, but not too sexy. I do not want to look like a hooker, but I want him to be interested. A short skirt with heels seemed just right, to show off my legs. I arrived at the main gate of the base on time, and waited to see what happened. As the sailors came out at liberty call, I watched carefully for my target. A tall, good-looking petty officer walked out, and I spotted the arm patch that identified him as a crew member of a missile sub. I called out to him "Petty officer, can I speak to you for a minute?" He looked me up and down and decided it would be OK. When he was close enough, I said "My name is Julie (not really) and I am from our Women's Club in the city. We decided in our last meeting that we wanted to say thank you to our servicemen. I was selected to come here and do that. So on behalf of all of our club members, thank you for your service." With that I moved very close to him and took his hand in mine. Military people are hearing that 'thank you for your service' comment a lot these days, and he said "Very kind of you all to do this, we appreciate it." I moved even closer and whispered in his ear, "I would like to thank you in a much more intimate way." I saw the look of surprise and suspicion in his eyes. "I am not a prostitute, but I have very liberal views about sex, and my friends in the club thought I would be glad to do it. And I am." He was still very suspicious, and I could tell he was thinking that this was some kind of setup to rob him or something. I said "Look, we can go to a very nice hotel where I have reserved a room. You are a foot taller and a lot stronger than me, if need be I think you can take me." That was clearly true, and he thought for a minute before saying "OK, let's go." I led him to my parked car and we got in. It was a pretty quiet but short drive to the hotel, and he stayed in the car when I went in to the lobby to check in. I came out and parked the car, and said "All right, let's go in." We went in the side door and up the stairs. I sensed that he was checking out my legs and ass as he followed me. We went into the room, and remained standing. There was an awkward silence. He was waiting for me to get things started, so I did. I took off my shoes, and began to undress. He got the message, and he started to undress also. I watched him strip as I stripped down, slowly so I didn't get too far ahead of him. I still had my sexy panties on when he was completely naked. There he was, standing tall, a magnificent young man, tall and lean and muscular. Also standing tall was the most beautiful penis I have ever seen outside of a porn video. Perfectly straight, much longer than any I have experienced, with a smooth, pink helmet-head. The head was wet and glistening with clear seminal fluid. This guy was overflowing and ready to burst. I moved next to him and we embraced. He began to fondle my breasts, which was OK, but I got more serious. I took his penis in my hand and held it tightly. It had a firm, heavy feel, and it got harder and longer as I stroked it. I realized that he was about to cum, and I didn't want it to be wasted all over the floor, so I went down on my knees and took his penis in my mouth. I could only get about half of it in my mouth, but I slid that in and out while I stroked the rest of it with my thumb and forefinger encircling it. I would have needed a stop-watch to time it; he quickly started to cum. The first spurt hit the back of my mouth so hard I choked and gagged a little, but I recovered and started swallowing. Each time I swallowed he filled my mouth again. I couldn't keep up with the flow, and some cum ran out of the corners of my mouth and dribbled off my chin onto the floor. He was unsteady on his feet, and I got up and led him to the bed. We lay side-by-side with our arms around each other, and he said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so quick." I answered "Don't be sorry. I kind of expected that." Of course, I didn't want to tell him that I knew he had been isolated and sex-starved for weeks. I did not want him to know how I got that information. I said "Just relax and rest for a while. When you recover, we can start over." He was not the type to just idly wait, and he moved down to my crotch and pulled my panties off, and started to lick my wet pussy. He was very good at it, surprising for such a young man. Occasionally he would brush his tongue over my anus, and I wondered if that was what he was most interested in. He tried to make it seem accidental, but I knew better. Soon I had my own grunting, squealing orgasm. Now we both have had the edge taken off. We went back to our side-by-side position, and embraced. We both needed to catch our breath and recover, and we slowly did. I began to play with his meat-pole again, and it miraculously swelled and hardened. He asked "What do you want me to do?" I guess he thought maybe we were just going to do each other orally. I whispered in his ear "I was hoping you were going to fuck me." He didn't need any encouragement; he helped me onto my back and moved into position over me. My pussy was wide-open and so wet that his cock slid up into me with one push. In case you think I am exaggerating about the length of his penis, he hit bottom. I have never had this happen before. I have not had sex with that many men, but I have had more than a few and none of them did this. The head bumped up against my cervix, and there were still a couple of inches to go! He fucked me expertly, not too fast or too slow. His long cock limited his stroke when it hit bottom. It must be frustrating for him to not be able to get all of it in. He stopped with it in me as far as it would go, and reached behind me and just touched my asshole with one finger. He looked in my eyes to see if there was any disapproval, but I just smiled sweetly at him. He took that as an OK, and slowly pushed his long, bony middle finger all the way up my ass. I whispered "You can do anything you want to do to me." I was hoping he would replace his finger with his beautiful cock. We were on the same page, and he helped me turn over onto my stomach. He was on his knees as he guided me, and his incredibly long cock was bobbing and swaying like the yardarm of an old Navy sailing ship from hundreds of years ago. I felt apprehensive about taking it up my asshole, but I wanted it in spite of my concern. It was the length that concerned me, not the thickness. It was a little thicker than the rubber dildo I put up my ass when I masturbate, but it was a lot longer. I hoped I would not end up in the hospital, but it was too late to turn back now. His cock was coated with my vaginal juices, so that would help with penetration. I closed my eyes and waited, trembling with anticipation. He moved over me, and I felt the smooth head gently touch my asshole. He is much taller than me, and although he hovered over me to avoid crushing me, I had the feeling of being dominated. I was finally going to have a real cock up my ass, and the longest one I have ever seen, at that. I was so aroused I wanted to beg him to shove it in, but I didn't have to. He poked and prodded but apparently he couldn't find the hole. I reacted to this as a technical problem to be solved. I often wondered why cocks were not designed differently. If they were tapered down to the tip, they would go in much easier. The big head is pretty, but not very efficient for penetration. I reached up and grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under my hips to raise my butt up in the air, to present a better angle of attack. I put my finger up my vagina and then up my asshole to transfer as much lubrication as possible. I said "Let me do it," and grasped his stiff cock. I guided it to my anus, and made sure it was dead-center on the opening. I said "Try it now," and as he pushed I wiggled his cock from side-to-side to work the head in. Our mutual efforts succeeded, and as he pushed it hard, about two or three inches went into me. I exhaled and said "Oh!" He stopped, concerned that it hurt me. It didn't, it just surprised me. It stretched and filled me, and I liked it. Knowing that it was not some rubber sex toy, but his flesh-and-blood cock that was in me was exciting. The ring of muscle right at the entrance was stretched to the max. Then I felt it snap, and just relax and let go. He put his hands on my shoulders, for leverage I guess, and to hold me so I couldn't crawl away. I had no intention of trying to escape, I surrendered in complete submission. When he was sure I was not uncomfortable, he started to ease it in deeper. Each time he pushed, it slid in a fraction of an inch deeper. I just held still and accepted it. I assumed if he hit some kind of roadblock where it wouldn't go any further, we both would know it. So far, so good. I mean really, really good. It was now much further up me than my dildo had ever been, and I was hoping he would not stop. He didn't, and I think the head of his cock was in the vicinity of my belly-button (on the inside!) With each push in I thought that was all I could take, but each time he proved me wrong and a little more went in me. He methodically and relentlessly inserted it deeper. It was not painful or even uncomfortable, it was just a feeling of being stretched and filled with his bare cock. I think five full minutes must have elapsed as he inserted himself into me, but with one final push it was all the way in. Now he started to slide it in and out, not very fast because it was still really tight. I have never felt anything like it. The bare skin of his cock was much more exciting than the cold, impersonal, feeling of my rubber-dickie. I am usually proactive when I am having sex. Some men have said they felt like I fucked them as much as they fucked me. Not this time. I was perfectly still, very compliant and as limp as a rag doll, and I surrendered to him completely. I was glad that he did not use a condom, any cleanliness issues could be fixed with soap and water in the shower, and I could feel the smooth helmet-head up in me. Trapping his semen in a rubber instead of absorbing it into me would be a terrible waste. I thought about the little slit-hole on the tip, and how his precious love-juice would squirt out of it into my insides. I was eager for him to cum in me, but at the same time I didn't want this to end. He kept steadily fucking me, and he did last quite a long time. I was in a trance-like state of reverie, and I felt like I was floating on a warm cloud. I had never felt like this being fucked in the vagina. The difference is, your vagina is a closed system for baby-making, a cul-de-sac. The feeling I had with his cock up my asshole was that it was truly INSIDE me, deep in the center of my very being. As far as I was concerned it would be all right if he fucked me for six hours, if he could. Of course, he couldn't, and I sensed that he was close to orgasm. I whispered, "Make sure it is all the way in." The words had an immediate effect, and he pushed his cock all the way up my ass and held still. He quivered and grunted, and I felt his semen gush into me. I expected a smaller amount because I had broken him in with the blowjob, but it felt like just as much as I had taken in my mouth. I felt six or seven separate spurts, with more oozing out in between each one. My theory about sex-deprived young men was correct. In less than an hour, I had taken two immense loads into me, one down my throat and one up my asshole, and I felt wonderful. I was on the brink of an orgasm, but I did not slip over the edge. However, I was very satisfied and happy. He fell on top of me, and I just held still, impaled by his long tool. We were breathing hard, and finally we recovered enough to separate. I was reminded of how much had been in me by how long it took to pull it all out. We went back to side-by-side and kissed affectionately. This was not love and romance, this was anonymous sex, but we could still be appreciative. A calm, quiet feeling of satisfaction came over me. This was not the usual post-orgasm feeling, it was different. I felt both filled and fulfilled, knowing that his semen, alive and full of his sperm and his DNA, was deep inside me. I knew that my body would absorb it and make part of him into part of me. I have never felt like that with vaginal or oral sex, even though I enjoyed have men cum in me. I whispered "Thank you" in his ear. He said "For my service?" I giggled and said "Yes, that too!" We got into a pillow-talk session, and I told him "You are really good at that. Do you do that to all of your women?" He surprised me and answered "No. This was the first time for me. The other women I have tried it with all refused. They were terrified. I guess I am too large." What fools they are, I thought, there is no such thing as too large. "But you have had a lot of experience" he said. "No, that was my first time, too." I replied. He had a skeptical expression and said "But you took all of it. I was surprised." "No more surprised than I was! Once you got it in me, I didn't want you to stop. You just kept sliding in further and further. It wasn't uncomfortable, I just felt full of you." "Did you feel me cum in you?" "Are you kidding? God, yes! There was so much of it!" He looked a little embarrassed, and said "I haven't had sex in a while." I know, I thought to myself. That was my plan. We were silent for a while, and I said "We have the room for the night. I am in no hurry if you aren't. Just relax and rest." Before long, he was asleep, and I soon followed. I lay face-down, because I did not want any of his bodily fluid to leak out of me. Not just to avoid the mess, the main reason was I want it in me, permanently. Some women seem to think that semen is just a disgusting by-product of sex. Not me, I crave it. Even when I blow my boss, who I have no feelings of affection for, I swallow his little loads. I woke up with a start about two hours later. I thought about what had happened, and I came to a conclusion about myself. Probably the reason that my relationships with men didn't work out well was because I am obviously very anally erotic. You would think that I would have known that because of my masturbation technique, with my sex toy up my ass. But I had never translated that to actually taking a cock up my ass. None of my previous men attempted anal sex, and I was too stupid to ask for it. No wonder that I was frustrated and unsatisfied. It was dumb luck that I picked this guy, with his physical endowment and his desire to fuck a woman anally. And it was also dumb luck that I had been prepping myself for it with my masturbation toy. If I had been a total virgin it might have been painful. He was still asleep, so I took advantage of the opportunity and grasped his cock. As I played with it, it grew and got rock-hard. He woke up, and looked at me with a sleepy expression. I said, "Can you do it again?" He mumbled yes, and I clarified "Up my ass?" Anchors Aweigh That woke him right up. I got up on my knees, doggy-style, for this session. He got on his knees behind me, and lined up his tool. It touched my anus, but no hesitation this time, it slid right in. My asshole was still stretched and slippery-wet with his cum. He put his hands on my hips, and went to work. He pulled almost all the way out, and pushed it back in, over and over. Cum is a wonderful lubricant, especially when there is about a gallon of it. There were wet, squishy sounds as it slid in and out, and a slapping sound each time he came in contact with my butt. He was hitting my butt so hard it caused me to exhale and grunt each time. So the room was filled with the sounds of slapping and grunting. It would have been funny if it wasn't so sexy. I don't vocalize during sex, I think the women who do are phonies, but this was not something I was doing intentionally. The impacts just made me exhale and grunt. Once again I was floating on that cloud of ecstasy. I wanted to get my butt cheeks out of the way to stop the noise, so I reached back with both hands and spread them apart. I found out that I would also get another half-inch of cock in me. He reached a new record depth in my stomach. The symphony of fuck-sounds continued. I was hoping to be rewarded with another massive cum-load, but I knew it would be diminished after what had already come out of him. He lasted even longer this time, but eventually I knew he would unload. He slammed against me, his pubic bone pressing against my tail-bone, and his ball-sack against my wet cunt. He let out a mournful groan, and I felt a more normal size ejaculation this time. Just three or four spurts, not six or seven. My entire body was grateful for what it received; I am like a cum-sponge. If it was possible to suck on his cock with my asshole, I would have. I wanted to empty him completely. We stayed joined together, trying to catch our breath, and he didn't lose his erection like men usually do. It stayed stiff and hard, and all the way up my ass. He reached around and started rubbing and stroking my clit, just like I do when I masturbate. Who taught him that? It felt just the same as when I play with my clit with rubber-dickie up my ass. Except now it was his big dick that was in me, and it stayed rock hard. Very quickly I exploded into a powerful orgasm. When he pulled out of me this time, a small river of his cum ran out and dribbled on the bed. I was sorry to lose it, but I couldn't help it. My asshole was stretched wide open, and there was a huge amount of it up in me. I couldn't stop the leak. We collapsed on the bed, arms around each other. I moved closer to him, mostly to try to avoid the big wet spot. We both fell asleep again. It was almost dawn when I woke up again. As before, he was still sleeping. I gently nudged him awake, and said "Let's hit the shower." We got into the shower together, and let the warm water flow over us. I washed his flaccid cock with lots of soap and water, getting it squeaky clean. He did the same for my pussy and ass-crack, getting all of the folds and creases clean. We dried each other off, and went back to bed. We were both drowsy, and we slipped in and out of sleep. I woke up first, again. I wanted him to fuck me in the ass again, but I realized that would be cruel and unusual punishment, because he was exhausted. I began to play with the sleeping one-eyed monster, and it woke up and stared at me. I moved down and took it in my mouth, and methodically slid it in and out. I stroked the part that did not fit in my mouth, and caressed his balls with my free hand. Eventually he woke up, and just held still and let me have my way. When he finally came, this time there was a small ejaculation, not even a mouthful. I swallowed it with a noisy gulp, and licked and sucked his cock clean. I grasped it at the base, with my thumb on the tube that runs up the underside of it, the pipeline for his cum. I milked it up to the head, and a small gob appeared which I licked and sucked off. I milked it again, and this time there was only one small pearl-drop that came out. I licked that off, and I knew he was finally empty. My work here was done. He quickly went back to sleep, totally spent. I watched him for a while, staring at his handsome face. I got up quietly to not wake him, and got dressed. I slipped out the door and down the hall to the side door, and out to the parking lot where my car was waiting. I got into the car and started it, and as I sat there I felt my panties become sticky and wet with cum that was oozing out of my asshole. My stomach was gurgling and cramping a little. I saw a porn video once where a woman got sequentially fucked in the ass by a whole football team. This must be how she felt afterwards. I knew that the maid would knock on the door later this morning, and wake him. He could go wherever he wished from there, never knowing who I was or why I fucked his brains out. He would have a great story to tell his shipmates, but they would never believe him. Anchors Aweigh When the new year began, many of Sonia's co-workers at the airline quickly vied with one another to request the week of Christmas off, despite it being one of the busiest times of air travel in the nation. Likewise, some fought to avoid the wave of Thanksgiving travelers and requested to use their vacation hours at that time of year. Sonia gladly worked those weeks. It gave her a legitimate excuse not to go home to Tennessee and her mother, who seemed unable to escape the memories of her father who was killed under friendly fire in the first Iraqi War in 1991. She did join the line of requests, though she rarely had a difficult time getting her prefered time: the last week of May. There was some pick-up in travel at that time of the year, with graduation celebrations and the beginning of summer vacations, but Sonia mainly worked international flights. There was even quite a bit of travel into New York City for the week, but her bosses usually granted her request. For that reason, Sonia was perched along the banks of the Hudson River with thousands of others as seven ships belonging to the United States Navy, the United States Coast Guard, and the Canadian Royal Navy floated upstream. Sailors in uniform stood on the decks, waving back to the crowds welcoming them to the nation's largest city for the annual Fleet Week Celebration. Some of the sailors were looking for their sweethearts or mothers. Others were eyeing the towering skyscrapers with amazement. Some had their arm around their buddy's shoulder, a conspiratorial smile on their faces. These were men who had been in New York for Fleet Week before. They were ready to introduce their rookie shipmates to a whole new world. Sonia looked forward to Fleet Week the way children looked forward to Santa Claus and their birthday. While the parade of ships was the official kickoff of Fleet Week, the real festivities for Sonia would begin tonight with a bar crawl. The younger sailors would enter the first bar they found and spend all their money on booze and hookers. The older sailors knew they could avoid the hookers' prices if they travelled a little farther into Manhattan, but they would also have to pay more for the drinks, and sometimes the price of dinner for their date was greater than the price of a call girl. The girls who went to those establishments were looking for love. Sonia's favorite pub fell in-between. She was not looking for a long term relationship. She wanted to have fun, and wanted to have a lot of it. By the time she reached The Brook, several of the sailors were already a few drinks into their week. The music pumping through the speakers was loud. Sonia danced into the mob of bodies with a bottle of beer in her hand. It would be the last drink she would pay for with her own money all week. Most of the sailors had worn their dress blues or whites as part of the parade, so they still had on their Dixie Cup sailor hats, their scarfs, and their wide-legged pants. She eventually found herself dancing with a tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed sailor. Words were not necessary as their bodies brushed against each other. He held onto her hips, pulling her against him in rhythm with the music. She rocked with him, pressing her breasts against him as they moved. She had her arms around his neck, so that no more than a whisper separated them, even during the faster songs. She felt his body responding to their movements. She dropped one of her hands to the front of his navy trousers, lightly dancing over the erection forming. They made their way through the sea of of uniforms to one of the bathrooms. As soon as they were in the room, he pinned her to the wall, his mouth attacking hers as he reached behind her to thumb the lock into place. She had both arms around his shoulders, pulling him close as her tongue dove into the depths of his mouth. He squeezed her breasts through her sweater before his hand reached down to grab the hem of her short skirt. He inched it up to her waist, his mouth never releasing hers. Sonia moaned against him as his fingers danced along her slit. As his fingers pushed between her lips, he was pleased to find her already slick and ready for him. He didn't waste any time opening his fly and pulling out his cock. He placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and picked her up, pinning her between his strong body and the door. He pushed his cock into her slick opening with one hard thrust. She groaned as her body adjusted, and then his hips began moving back and forth. His motion was slow and steady at first, dragging his long shaft nearly out of her before driving back into her depths. She gripped his shoulders and tightened her thighs around his hips, locking her ankles as he increased his pace. He finally broke the kiss so that he could breathe, the harsh sound of his ragged gasps echoing off the linoleum walls of the bathroom. He was moving faster, slamming her back against the wall with each forceful thrust. She responded with a grunt each time. Her anticipation of Fleet Week made her an easy conquest, and with very little effort on his part, she found herself beginning to peak. Her body tightened and tensed, and then she was screaming at the ceiling as she crested. After weeks at sea, he had also looked forward to Fleet Week, so he didn't care that she was easy. He followed quickly, exploding inside of her with a final hard thrust. Her feet slid down to the floor, but she was grateful he was holding her upright still. He was gasping in her ear as he struggled to catch his breath. She kept her arms around him, loving the feel of his strong shoulders underneath her hands. She leaned her head against the door and smiled at him, her hands cupping his face. She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss, their tongues twining together as his hands came up to caress the gentle swell of her breasts. His body was starting to respond again when the door wiggled, followed by an insistent pounding, reminding them where they were. They both laughed softly. He threaded his fingers through her thick hair and rested his forehead against hers. "I guess everyone will know what we've been doing," he muttered apologetically as they separated enough to adjust their clothing. Her laugh was musical and sultry. "If I cared, I wouldn't be in here, would I?" She took his hand, unlocked the door, and led him back into the throbbing crowd of the bar. She winked playfully at sailor waiting for the bathroom, who in turn saluted her partner with the bottle of beer in his hand. She released his hand and waded back into the crowd. He struggled to keep up with her, hoping for another round in private. He stayed with her for a while, but there were too many drunken sailors, too many willing young women, and too much alcohol. He turned around and she was gone. Sonia enjoyed the night of dancing and drinking and flirting, but she did not find another partner. She went back to her apartment alone and was up early the next morning to continue her holiday with a tour of one of the ships. She joined the queue and made her way to the front of her group to be able to talk with the sailor leading the tour between stops. He introduced himself as Owen and responded to her flirting. She brushed against him whenever she had the chance. He struggled to continue his spiel through her obvious interest. She took his arm as they reached the end of the tour, hugging it between her breasts as they walked across the deck. "How about a private tour below decks?" she whispered in his ear. He glanced around nervously, scouting the location of any superior officers. "Wait over here. I'll be right back," he assured, patting her hand as he disentangled from her grip. He finished the tour, leading the other visitors off the boat. She stood at the railing, turning her face into the wind. She watched the crews of other ships, allowing her imagination to run away with her while she waited for Owen's return. "Have you gotten separated from your group, Miss?" an authoritative voice suddenly asked. She turned to face the ranking officer approaching her. She glanced over his shoulder, but did not see Owen approaching. "I suppose I have," she said with a smile. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and wet her lips as her eyes swept the insignia on his uniform. "I was just appreciating the view, Ensign Rochester. I'm Sonia." She lowered her voice in invitation, stepping closer to him. "I enjoyed my tour of your ship. I would like to see more of it." Hypnotized, he moved toward her. "Is that so? And, what other parts of the ship were you hoping to see?" Her hip made contact with his as she playfully answered. "Oh, anything down below. The engine room, where it's nice and loud, or the sleeping berths." "There you are!" Owen suddenly exclaimed, rushing over to them. "Where did we lose you? The rest of your group is waiting on shore." He attempted to take her arm, looking nervously at Rochester. "Thank you for escorting her, Sir." "We were having a lovely conversation," Rochester answered. "I'll see her off." Owen opened his mouth to argue, then closed it in frustration, realizing he had lost a golden opportunity to his superior officer. They were both surprised when Sonia settled the dispute with a soft laugh. "Perhaps you could both escort me?" Owen gaped, uncertain how to respond. Rochester just smiled. "That sounds like an excellent idea. What do you think, Petty Officer Gibbs?" He took Sonia's arm and began walking away, giving Owen the option to follow or not. Owen did not think about the choice for long. He hurried to her other side, but allowed Rochester to take the lead into bowels of the ship. They made several turns through the narrow hallways. Sonia chatted with them both as they walked, putting them at ease. Rochester finally stopped at a door, unlocked it, and pushed it open for them. It was a supply room filled with towels and sheets. As Rochester secured the room, Sonia turned to Owen, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him forward for a kiss. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against him as his tongue danced along her lips and into her mouth. She could feel his hardening cock pressed against her stomach as she opened her mouth to him, rubbing her tongue against his. Rochester came up behind her, sliding his hands down her sides to her waist, and kissed the side of her neck. He began rocking his hips lightly, pressing into her bottom with each forward motion. His hands slipped over her hips and began pulling up the material of her skirt to expose her thighs and bottom. Without breaking their kiss, Owen's hands moved between them to work on the buttons of her blouse, his trembling fingers slowly working them open. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, feeling the nipples press to the center of his palms. Behind her, Rochester broke contact to open the buttons of his fly and pull his hardening cock free. He moved the tip of it against her ass, teasing her opening before moving deeper. She groaned as his thick cock slipped into her wet pussy. His hands joined Owen's on her breasts and she threw her head back, laying it against Rochester's shoulder, leaning into the superior officer as his hips began a slow, steady motion. His cock slid in and out of her while four hands massaged her breasts and tugged at her nipples. Owen stepped back, grinning at her as Rochester fucked her from behind. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the ground. His chest was broad and smooth, every muscle clearly defined. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he opened his fly and slid his white pants to his ankles. He stepped out of them, curled his hand around his long cock, and began stroking it up and down. Her eyes were fixed on him as Rochester's bucking lifted her from the ground. Rochester bit the side of her neck and sucked as Owen stepped up again. He bent to lick each of her nipples, and then sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. She was moaning louder now, Rochester grunting in her ear with each forward thrust he made. Owen moved his hand between her legs, slipping his fingers between her slick, stretched lips and finding her hard clit. He began rubbing it in a steady motion, watching her face as the double sensation of his hand and Rochester's cock pushed her higher. His fingers teased, stroking in circles till he thought she was about to cum and then stopping. Together, they brought her to the brink three times without pushing her over the top before Rochester gave a sharp growl and exploded inside her. Rochester's black hands roughly gripped her breasts as he shot into her, his fingertips biting into her supple flesh hard enough that she knew she would have bruises the next morning. Rochester backed away, leaning against a table as he panted to catch his breath. Owen also backed away, his hand around his thick cock as she tried to maintain her balance. She stepped toward him with a smile, her arms reaching for him, her mouth leaning in for another kiss. He easily stepped away with a teasing smile. She tried a second time to close the distance, but he again evaded her mouth. "Please," she whispered. "Please what?" he asked, keeping his mouth away from hers. "Please, fuck me. Make me cum," she whimpered. "Mmmm," he muttered, leaning toward her ear. "I think you need to beg for it." He put a little pressure on her shoulder and she sank to her knees. He smiled at Rochester across the room as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She began licking the length of it, base to tip, and then swirling around the swollen, purple head. She repeated the process until she had bathed his entire hard penis with her tongue. Her hand moved to his balls, cupping them and squeezing them gently as she wrapped her lips around his manhood. He placed his hand behind her head, holding her in place but allowing her to set the pace for now. Across the room, Rochester had recovered but was still leaning against the table. He was playing with his cock while he watched, bringing it slowly back to attention. Owen placed his other hand behind her head, stroking her hair gently as she sucked softly. He winked at Rochester and suddenly thrust forward, driving all seven inches into her mouth and throat, his balls slapping her chin. Her eyes popped open in surprise but she took it without difficulty. Holding her head still, he began thrusting in and out of her stretched lips, dragging his hot flesh across tongue and lips. Everytime he pulled back, she sucked him back in, her mouth milking his cock. He closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on her hungry mouth and all his energy on his thrusting hips. He was grunting with each forward thrust, the sound of her wet mouth clinging to him echoing in the room. He pushed himself into her throat with every thrust, the head popping in and out. He threw his head back, pulling her head forward hard with his hands, crushing her face against his abdomen as he groaned low and loud and shuddered, his cock erupting in her mouth and throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but milky cum leaked around her lips and dripped onto her breasts as he pulled out, both panting harshly. Rochester did not give her time to recover. He knelt in front of her, his thick cock fully hard again. He grabbed her head and pulled her down, forcing it into her throat and holding there. On her hands and knees now, she started sucking softly, rubbing her tongue over his cock. She was still struggling to breath, occasionally trying to suck air in around the package in her mouth. Owen did not take long to recover. He knelt behind her as she sucked Rochester's dick, pushing her skirt to her waist. Her caressed her raised ass gently, tracing the curves with his large hands. She wiggled against him, every nerve in her body sensitive and taut. He pulled back his hand and smacked her pale ass. The sound echoed through the room. She jerked a little, pushing Rochester's cock deeper. Owen caressed the red mark his hand had left, and then slapped it again in the exact same spot. Her body arched this time. He didn't hesitate. He smacked the same spot three times in quick succession. She moaned loudly, though the sound was muffled by Rochester's cock. The vibration sent shivers through the Ensign and he grabbed her head, pulling her closer to him. Owen rubbed the red spot on her ass with one hand, and then slipped it between her legs. His fingers danced along her damp lips and she squirmed desperately, trying to bring him into contact with her sensitive clit. He placed his cock between her slick lips, not entering her but gliding it back and forth. She moaned and Rochester began moving faster as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Owen pulled back and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her tight rosebud. He pushed in slowly, his body trembling as she closed around him. A deep groan came from her throat and she dropped her head, Rochester's cock slipping out of her mouth as Owen slid deeper. Rochester slapped her face with his cock, her left cheek and then her right, over and over as she groaned louder. Owen made the final push to bury himself completely and paused, his cock throbbing inside her as he allowed her to adjust. He put his hands on her breasts, and pulled her upright. He bit her neck and roughly massaged her full globes. Rochester shifted forward and guided his cock to her pussy, thrusting into her stretched opening and driving his entire shaft into her in one fluid motion. Sonia lay her head on Owen's shoulder, panting as her body adjusted to the two massive cannons inside her. Rochester began moving first, sliding his long cock in and out. Owen followed, moving in time with Rochester so that she was never empty. She opened her mouth, a keening sound emitting from her throat. As the two sailors began moving quicker, working in tandem, she grew louder. Her cries of pleasure and desperation encouraged them to move faster and deeper. She screamed at the ceiling as she crested at last, the sound echoing off the metal walls. Rochester came first, following her explosion quickly. Owen held on for a few more moments, rolling her breasts in his hands and leaving a series of bites on her shoulders and neck. With a deep grunt, he released his load into her. As they came apart, each struggling for breath, they became aware that the door to the storage room was open and three sailors were looking inside. "Damn," one of them said with a slow country accent. "We thought somebody was dying in here." His eyes swept over Sonia, lying on the floor with her eyes closed. "Or maybe there was. Did ya'll fuck her to death or save some for the rest of us?" Rochester stood and rifled through his clothing until he found a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long draw from it. He watched her while he allowed the nicotine to settle him. She opened her still glazed eyes and they landed on him. His lips curled into a half grin. "I think she would enjoy that, Pierce. I think she would enjoy that very much." Either because she was still too stunned to refuse or because she was willing, Sonia said nothing. The three sailors made their way into the room as Rochester tossed Owen the pack of cigarettes. Owen leaned against the wall and lit up as Pierce led the way. The country boy knelt between Sonia's legs, gliding his hands over her smooth calves. "The bitches love fleet week," he muttered as his hands reached her hips. The other men in the room chuckled softly. Pierce's hands moved to her buttocks, lifting her toward him as he bowed his head. "Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub," he whispered before slipping his tongue between her pink lips. He licked gently, his tongue tasting her damp juices and caressing her tender walls. It took a few minutes before she began to respond, her body still numb from the double assault that Rochester and Owen had just delivered. Eventually, Pierce's dancing tongue penetrated the haze and her breathing changed. She moaned softly, a slight tremor running through her body. Pierce grinned against her pussy. "Thata girl." Anchors Aweigh Now that he had her attention, he increased the pressure. His tongue swirled, teasing her, barely brushing her sensitive clit. When he did, she stiffened and groaned, thrusting her hips toward him in desperate offering. "Easy, girl. You've got to preserve you stamina. Yancy and Ried are waiting for a turn." He curled his tongue and slipped it inside her, then fattened it and glided along the interior walls. She moaned louder and he pulled back. "Noisy little bitch, aren't you. Perhaps you are hoping even more will show up, but not until I'm finished. Why don't one of you fellows give her something to keep her quiet?" He returned to licking her, his tongue sampling every inch of her pussy. One of his friends knelt at her head and she could see a long cock above her. "Say hello to Yancy." He dragged his tongue slowly across her clit, applying firm pressure as he did so. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back in response. Yancy was there to slide his cock between her inviting lips. His large hands held her head steady as he slowly pushed forward. Pierce's tongue moved faster, licking her clit repeatedly, delving deep into her sweet pussy. Yancy began moving back and forth, his cock gliding past her lips and teasing her throat. His heavy balls tapped her nose and the angle made his entry into her throat an easy straight shot. Sonia was twisting in Pierce's hands, which tightened their hold on her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh as he devoured her. Her hands clenched into tight fists. His talented tongue drove her higher and she tried to scream, but Yancy's thick cock muffled all sound as her body quivered in delicious spasms of release. Pierce did not waste any time. He dropped her hips to the floor, undid the fly of his trousers, and thrust his cock into her in one smooth motion. His hips pistoned into her, slamming her body against the floor over and over. He had his hands on either side of her body, using the leverage to move faster and deeper into her. She was writhing, trying to toss her head, but Yancy held her in an iron grip as he fucked her mouth and throat. Yancy filled her throat with his hot load, but before she could completely catch her breath, Ried was there, his cock smaller but fatter as he straddled her face. She started sucking him as Pierce came inside her. He sat back on his heels with a satisfied smirk as he pulled out. Owen did not give her time to recover before he was driving into her with equal intensity, each sailor determined to prove to the other four that he could fuck her best. It was after dark when Rochester finally escorted her off the boat. He kept his arm around her as he walked her along the dock, supporting her trembling legs. He hailed a taxi and gave the cabbie a hundred dollar bill to take her home. He kissed her lips softly before closing the car door. "Come back tomorrow for another tour, if you'd like." But he knew he wouldn't see her again. She would move on to some other sailor tomorrow while he would think of her as his ship made it's next long voyage.