0 comments/ 23001 views/ 0 favorites The Boat By: Dawns The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat's port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon. A cool breeze swept over the sea causing mild swells. It was a perfect day for wind surfers riding their surfboard with a sail some fifty to 100 yard off the beach. We had been out by now for almost an hour just talking about boats. He had purchased this one, he told me, just a few months earlier during the off season. His father owned a boat as did three paternal uncles. That morning I got an education about pleasure boats. From where I sat I could see the tiny figures bathing and playing near the water's edge and in the sand. Beyond them there were the large two floor opulent houses. A small sailboat cruised by off our stern making 10 nautical miles an hour. It's occupants waved. We returned the wave. David, a blue eyed blond, wore his hair just to the base of his ear. One small hoop ring adorned the lobe. He wore a dark blue with red stripe rusty square cut swim suit. "Let's move on to a different location." "Ok," he replied. "What direction do you like?" I looked toward the northwest, a direction that would take us a little further out to sea and further down the length of the beach. I had in mind a spot where no there were no houses. No houses meant fewer people in the water. "That way," I said pointing. David nodded then started the engine. The boat accelerated slowly to fifteen miles per hour. Fifteen minutes later we stopped and dropped anchor further out to sea and much further down the shoreline. Here there were no houses facing the water. The white sand extended much further back. I counted myself fortunate to be in his boat during that hot southern California July morning. Events of a month ago had lead to my being there. Back then I had enrolled in the California Gay and Lesbian softball league on a Sunday morning winning a spot on the SF Clash of the Barbary Coast division. That same morning a gorgeous six foot blond had come out to the field. I was not involved with anyone at the time. More than a year out of my previous relationship I was open to a new one. A sports team appealed to me as the perfect venue to find friends and a friend who could become a lover. We stayed on this new spot for a while then moved on. David steered a course to follow the coast line. By now we were far away from the original location. There was privacy here far away from residential beaches. I turned my eyes onto his long fit body. Though tall David was no bean pole. My eyes locked onto his for a long second then roamed down across his pecs to his lap. By now I wanted him. Moving to the same bench, I put my hands to his chest rubbing my fingers across the nipples. My lips smacked against his lips and continued to press them. My eyes roamed over his body. Down in his lap the telltale bulge in his swimsuit invited me to take more. I leaned down brushing my lips against the cloth. "Suck that big cock!" While i licked my hand had gone to my own cock squeezing, gently rubbing and causing it to go erect in my suit. I slowly pulled the swim suit all the way while watching David take his down. "Take my dick!" Again I leaned down brushing my lips against the shaft and sliding my tongue along it's length. My left hand continued to squeeze and rub my own cock keeping it hard. David's delicious meat went deep in my throat. My head bobbed slowly. My lover moaned softly showing his pleasure. He massaged my shoulders while I continued to lick and suck on his meat. We broke off but not for long. Just seconds later David waved the tube of KY jelly in front of my eyes. Then his hands went behind me. I moaned softly when I felt fingers against my buttocks and pressing inside the hole. Those several seconds brought me to ecstasy. Laying face down, I took his cock sliding easily into the well lubricated orifice. "Don't stop! Pound my hole!" He picked up the pace. By now his big balls were slamming against my buttocks and the head slammed repeatedly against the prostate. Satisfied, we pulled on our swimsuits and talked. "I had a boyfriend in college when we lived in the dorm." We both knew that every college in the country had a gay enclave. This included fraternities and dormitories. "So did I," I replied. "Jason had a cock that wouldn't quit." David chuckled. "Was it bigger and better than mine?" The remark brought a grin to my lips. "Yours is the best," I replied. Behavior can be strange, I thought, as he told the next story. "My cousin Carrie was born Thomas. You would never know that looking at her." "A transsexual," I replied. "Does she still have her cock?" "She wants to keep that." He set a course for home turning the boat slowly. Gradually the boat gained speed. A few bass went home with us. Objects on shore grew progressively larger. "She cross dressed during high school then started her treatments when she was 17. She's thirty." "She never had the surgery?" "She doesn't want it. Her man likes it." "Really," I said. "They're husband and wife since May 07." We passed by the wind surfers as we came in toward the shore. Several yards off the beach David dropped the anchor. The boat required just inches shy of three feet to stay off the bottom mud. People saw two straight men climb out of the boat and wade ashore. The Boat Warmth====== It was quiet. It was perfect. The light morning breeze had dropped away to the occasional whispering zephyr which did nothing more than take the edge off the heat of the afternoon sun, blazing down from the deep blue Mediterranean sky. The only sounds were the gentle slap of water against the hull and the quiet chatter of birds in the wooded shore. The yacht pulled lazily at the slack anchor chain, and swung slowly, as if it wanted to change its view of the deserted bay, the sweep of white beach backed by the typical Corsican thicket of hardy, thin leafed shrubs and small trees, the rock strewn hills behind, their grass scorched by the long summer, but waiting patiently for the rains to return and mark the end of another season. The only sign of human habitation was the few sheep patiently tearing at the coarse undergrowth on the distant hills. She couldn't see all this, but she pictured it in her mind and wallowed in the natural beauty. The heady aromatic smell of the scrub drifted across the water and mingled with the sharper saltiness of the warm sea air. Her closed eyes made every little sound stand out, and she lay and listened to the slap of water, the whisper of the breeze in the rigging and the distant cackling of gulls arguing over a crabshell, washed up in yesterday's storm. Perfect. The quiet. The calm. The warmth. Especially the warmth. She concentrated on the almost burning heat of the sun beating down on her naked body, her back soaking up the rays like a plant long deprived of water sucking in the first raindrops of autumn. She shifted her legs a little, and felt anew the heat on her thighs and buttocks and the warmth of the smooth wooden deck underneath her. The quiet clink of glasses told her that her companion was awake, and was coming up on deck. She didn't move, just smiled at how lucky she had been in her choice of sailing partner. The pad of bare feet came closer, and stopped beside. There was a gentle scrape and a clink of ice and glass as a tray was put down, and then silence returned. The first kiss landed on her sun baked shoulder. Barely touching her, the kiss of an angel, a kiss so light she could hardly tell that it was finished before the lips touched her again, a little lower this time. And a little firmer. This time she could make out the two separate lips and feel their warmth and softness. Gently the lips withdrew again, and moved an inch lower, where they touched, and then pressed, and then gently nibbled her smooth warm skin. She felt them pause here as they explored and tasted her, and widen a little. Almost imperceptibly, she felt the lips joined by a live tongue, which was now quietly licking the sweat and salt from her back. The touch moved lower, reaching the bottom of her back now, and pushing more firmly. A low moan escaped from her and she felt the lips on her back tighten and widen as a smile spread over them. More confident now, the kissing continued, nibbling at her back and down onto her smooth sun browned cheeks. She took a quiet deep breath and felt her stomach tense and her hips push, unbidden, down onto the deck. The lips moved lower, tickling the soft underflesh where her buttocks met her thighs. Her hips twitched at the touch, and as she settled her legs opened a little wider. The soft caresses started to move down the back of her legs, tickling, touching, licking, feeling. Touch by touch, kiss by kiss, taste by taste. At the back of her knees she giggled and squirmed. But the magic of the lips stopped her from moving or speaking, and she just grinned and waited as her tormentor addressed her calf and heel, the palm of her foot and finally her toes. She bent her leg at the knee to raise her foot off the floor and the warm wet feel of the tongue between her toes made her squirm and wriggle. And long for more. A smooth hand clasped the ankle of her raised foot, and gently pushed it to the side. Responding to the unvoiced request she languidly rolled over onto her back, the heat of the sun baked deck searing her skin and the new warmth of the sun soaking into her stomach and breasts. The hand maintained its loose grip, and held her leg off the deck. The lips resumed their exploration of her body, and slowly traced a path of kisses and nibbles up to her knee, and onto the soft skin of her thigh. Her eyes still shut, she smiled an expectant and luscious smile and slipped her legs apart, opening and exposing herself to the exploring lips and tongue. A new womanly scent mingled with the smell of the sea and the aromatic scrub. Fingertips found the inside of her thighs and traced tiny soft circles, making her hips twitch and her legs push further apart. The lips had reached her hips, and continued up onto her stomach as the fingers stroked up her thighs, getting closer and closer to her, teasing, frustrating. She felt the palm of a hand skim across her tightly curled hair and she involuntarily pushed her hips towards the touch, aching to be stroked and rubbed, to be touched and penetrated and filled. But the hand moved away as quickly as her hips thrust towards it, and she was left straining towards the empty air. The breeze tickled her sensitive lips, increasing her desire. The kisses paused at her tummy button, and inserted a tongue, making her squirm. Then they disappeared, and in the expectant silence she waited for the next touch. A warm hand appeared on her knee, and slipped up the inside of her thigh, landing softly against her, cupping her sex, rubbing gently. She gasped and ground her hips against the strong palm as one finger, and then another, slipped between her lips and opened her up to the cooling breeze. Resting there, the fingers gently stroked inside her, as she rocked slowly back and forward, abandoning herself to the delicious feeling, so desired and so needed. A warm tongue touched her hard nipple and traced circles around it, before the warmth of open lips and mouth descended on her breast and sucked her in. The lips kissed their way to the sensitive skin under her breast, lingered there a while before turning their attention to the other breast. All the while the fingers continued to slide in and out of her, and she could hear her breathing getting shallower and faster as the excitement built within her. Kissing their way up her chest and her neck, the lips finally reached her mouth. Their lips touched, tentative, unhurried, and she opened her mouth to receive a probing tongue and to abandon herself to the warmth and comfort of the living animated mouth that had been teasing her so maddeningly. For the first time, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Shall we go below?" she smiled. A broad grin spread across his face. "What's wrong with here in the sun? No-one will see us. And I promise to rub sun oil over you." "ALL over me?" "Wherever you request." "In that case, here in the sun is fine." Squinting against the bright morning sun, she took in the familiar sight of his body. He was, as she had already guessed, as naked as she was. Her eyes roved over his compact frame, muscles taught from the hard work of the last few weeks, skin browned by the sun, a delicious all over tan that they had both developed. Why wear clothes when there was no-one to see you except someone you trust and desire? She could see that the massage had excited him as much as it had her, his hardness nodding and wobbling as he moved the drinks tray with his unoccupied hand. She reached out and grasped him, and saw his eyes close in pleasure and anticipation. The storms of the last days, and the deep exhausted sleep since they had anchored the night before, had denied them any physical contact, and she relished his warmth and hardness. Relaxing her grip she touched him more gently, her fingers drifting up and down his shaft, teasing him and feeling his pleasure. His fingers, still inside her, copied her actions, gently sliding and stroking. Instinctively her muscles tightened around them, and she closed her eyes as she concentrated on the twin feelings of her hand and his. Her eyes closed again, the gentle slap of the water on the hull in her ears, and the aromatic aroma of the scrub mixing with his manly scent, she felt him move closer to her. She felt his warm skin against hers, and his warm lips surrounding her nipple, the tongue licking and demanding, sliding over her, making her flesh wet and the nipple harder and more sensitive. The mouth slid down unto the underside of her breasts, still urgently licking and sucking, animated with lust and knowing exactly what she liked, desired, needed. His spare hand covered her breast, holding it to his mouth and kneading the soft flesh. The other hand still busied away between her legs, and she arched her back, forcing her chest up against his searching lips and her hips down to push at his exploring fingers. As she knew it would, the mouth tracked lower, briefly licking her navel before tickling at the tightly curled hair. She opened her legs wide to let his head reach its goal, and let out a long sigh as the lips and tongue joined his wet fingers, making her wetter still, and bringing a new, but familiar sensation writhing through her. His hand slid away from her, sliding under her, cupping her buttocks and lifting her from the deck to allow him better and deeper access. She felt his tongue slide from the depths of her, up between her lips, making her writhe and her hips grind into his face, wet with her juices. Then he would slide himself down, burying himself in her, his tongue darting into her, his whole face caressing and stroking her. She felt his weight move, and the shock of cool air as he removed his lips. In a single smooth motion, he slid his chest up over hers, and buried himself deep inside her, hard and wanting. His licking had left her open and wet, and he slid in easily, completely buried, hair touching hair as she gyrated his hips against him, hands on his buttocks pulling him into her. She knew neither of them would last long, and as he started his slow strokes, never withdrawing far, never leaving her warmth and softness, she felt the yawning feeling of release growing inside her. She fed it with grinding hips, pushing her pubic bone against him, maximising the sensation. The feeling grew and began to take control, her body now acting on its own, following the ages old and always new experience of lust and desire. The wave rose up, and crashed over her, and she exhaled hard, all muscles tensed, her body rigid, feeling only him and the feelings he had given her. She moaned his name. "YES" The next wave passed, lifting her, and leaving her breathless and limp. "yes". And even in the deep heights of her own orgasm she sensed a change in him, his rhythm stuttered, stopped, his own wave breaking. She smiled as he echoed her words with a faint breathless "yes" of his own, and she felt the pumping rush of fluid deep inside her. His weight dropped onto her. His head slumped into her throat, his hard muscular chest relaxed now, and cushioned on her warm, soft breasts. It was perfect. It was quiet. The Boat "OK, so tell me what exactly goes on the monthly boat rides?" "Gay sex. Only married guys go. All have had a gay experience in their past and had enjoyed it. Several were gay when they married. Some of the guys have always been bisexual. One guy joined us because he loves getting blowjobs and his wife will not even kiss his cock. He does play with other's cock a bit and thinks he will be giving handjobs soon. We have bets on who he will masturbate first. I also think he will be sucking cocks soon. He is fascinated when he watches. One guy is there to watch and masturbate. He has begun accepting handjobs from us and I am sure he will soon allow blowjobs. We have bets on who will be the first. Right now I am the favorite. I think he will suck cocks soon too. Every guy that has come with us to watch has ended up participating. There are fifteen of us but on most trips there are usually fewer than ten, we have had as many as twenty. Today we had twelve." "You are one of those that was gay before you married a lesbian?" "Yes. All of the guys that married lesbians were at least bi before marrying the lesbian. Everyone is waiting to hear your story." I got up and fixed us crown and cokes then sat next to him on the love seat and related my story. "The summer after we graduated from high school four of us went camping for a week. None of us had girls and one of us was gay. Everyone knew he was gay but he was our friend anyway. He did not start our experiments, my closest friend at the time Bart did. Our tent was in a wilderness area away from everybody but not so far that our phones would not work. One of our Moms called us each day. Two of us were nineteen already and we all semi-resented being checked on but accepted it. All of us knew our Moms dreaded the complete loss of control of their boys. On our second day it began to rain and it rained for two days. By the end of the fourth day we were out of dry clothes so we went out hiking nude. It was a cloudy cool day but it did not rain. We stopped above the valley we lived in and ate as we enjoyed the view. After we cleaned up Bart began to masturbate; no one said anything, no taunts, and no rude remarks. I began to masturbate shortly afterward then the other two did. We aimed our ejaculate towards the valley and all noted that Andy, our gay friend, had the smallest cock but the most energetic cum, it easily outdistanced all of ours. We ended up patting him on the back. Bart's pat was low on Andy's back, it was on his ass. Bart then caressed Andy's ass for a few moments before withdrawing his hand. Andy kissed him on the cheek as he caressed Bart's cock. On our hike back Jim and I noted that Andy and Bart caressed each other's ass often. Andy had an arm around Bart's waist at times and Bart had his arm around Andy at times. I got the impression they had been a couple for a while and were making their announcement to us then. Apparently I already knew because I was not surprised. Just for fun I caressed Jim's ass. His hand came back and held mine on his ass for a few moments then released me. I kept my hand on his ass. The trail put us single file and I ended up ahead of Jim. I soon felt his hand on my ass. I slowed down. Bart and I had apparently found new best friends. The four of us had erections when we got back to camp but began dinner preparations. The hands and the bodies of others brushed our cocks often. Andy seemed to need to cross in front of Bart frequently brushing his ass on his cock every time. Soon Jim was going by behind me, I felt his cock slide across my ass. On one of those times he kissed my shoulder as his cock rested between my ass cheeks. I leaned back. That night we took out some dry firewood and had warm food for dinner. The clouds still covered the sky and the fire felt good. Andy began to masturbate and all of us joined him. We were now coupled, Bart was next to Andy and Jim was next to me. Most of the camping gear belonged to Jim; he knew the outdoors a lot better than the rest of us. He was a tall skinny blonde with a cock to match. He was our schools best baseball player and had a college scholarship. I was on the baseball team too but was just another player. As Jim and I masturbated we drifted closer together until our hips touched. We reached to the other's ass and as soon we were caressing each other. He jacked off left handed so we had no trouble maintaining contact. We watched each other and sped up or slowed down to match each other. Jim and I looked at Bart and Andy and saw that they were jerking off the others cock. Jim and I were too close to our cums to switch so we did ourselves. Within fifteen seconds all of us of us ejaculated towards the fire. Our hands stayed on the other's ass and we were in a semi embrace when we saw Andy and Bart were in an embrace sharing a long kiss. Their hands were still on the others cock. Bart noticed us staring at them and apologized, "We got a little carried away," he said. Jim and I said, "Right." Bart was almost embarrassed before Jim kissed me and I accepted his kiss. When our kiss ended we saw Andy was wearing a beaming smile. He was still holding Bart's cock. I was holding Jim's cock. We talked by the fire for an hour or so, Andy in Bart's arms and me in Jim's arms. Our conversation never went to our obviously gay behavior but we could see that Andy's cock was being caressed. Jim began to caress mine. I felt Jim's cock slowly hardens behind me. Andy had a hand behind him and was obviously stroking Bart's cock. It was earlier that we had gone to bed the previous nights but we simply walked into the tent and took our shoes off. All of us had erections. The previous nights had been warm and muggy so we slept on top of our bags. That night was cold enough we needed to be inside them. They were double bags. We had not separated them yet and that night we did not. Jim and I pretended we were going to stay at opposite sides but all knew better. Bart and Andy made no such pretensions, Andy cuddled up to Bart immediately. Would you like another drink?" I asked my rapt listener. He seemed to be surprised by my abrupt pause but nodded yes as we stared at each other's hard cocks under our gym shorts. Our wives were in the sofa wearing only panties; both were in their periods. Both were listening to my story. My wife had heard some of my escapades but not that one, my first. His wife had never heard any from me but most likely had heard some from my wife. I had heard stories about her from my wife. Both women asked for screwdrivers. I brought drinks for all of us then before sitting back down I slid my shorts off. My erection stopped him in mid sip and he immediately slid his shorts off. He began to gently caress my cock and after I got comfortable I began caressing his cock, our wives turned so they could see us. I continued my story "Jim turned off the light but there was enough reflected light under the clouds for us to see well. What Jim and I saw was Andy sliding down into the sleeping bag until his head stopped at groin level. We then saw his head bob up and down. Andy was giving Bart a blowjob. I had turned on my side to watch them and Jim snuggled up behind me. I could feel his very erect cock on my ass. I felt his hand grip my incredibly hard cock in his hand. We moved a bit so his cock was nestled in the groove of my ass. He pushed it deep into the groove lengthwise between the cheeks then he used my ass to masturbate. His hand masturbated me. I could not decide on whether to concentrate on my cock or Jims but ended up concentrating on his. His pre-cum had lubricated me and his cock began to slide between my ass cheeks effortlessly. His cock head kissed my hole as it went by. I loved it. Bart groaned, he had cum. Andy worked himself back up and covered Bart's body with his and gave him a long cum infused kiss. Jim and I ejaculated, my strongest orgasm ever. Jim continued to slide his cock over my ass smearing us with his cum. Some of the cum pooled around my hole. I felt him poke his cock at it. I lifted a cheek and his cock head slid in. He kept it there as his cock added on last burst. It slid out after a couple of minutes." My best friend, the best man at my wedding, was now on the floor sucking my cock. I raised his face and gave him a long heartfelt kiss on the lips. He smiled and resumed the blowjob. Our wives were in a deep kiss. I continued. "In the ensuing minutes Jim and I worked our way to a kiss on the lips. I was on my back with his cock in my hands and he was on his side with my cock in his hand. He had never released it. Our kisses had become long and deep our make-out lasted for about twenty minutes. I felt his cock twitch. Jim led my eyes to the other two and I saw one of them being fucked in the ass. The surprise was that it was Andy fucking Bart. Both seemed to love it. I had turned away from Jim and his cock was again hard against my ass. I knew what he wanted and realized I did too. I aimed his cock at my hole, as he separated my ass cheeks. He began to penetrate me. It hurt some going in, his cock was bigger than when he slid in before but by the time his cock was completely in me I realized I liked it there. I enjoyed the fuck but Jim did not last nearly long enough for me. He tried to go slowly and tried to hold back his orgasm but in less than five minutes he was done. His cum felt good in my ass." I ejaculated in my friend's mouth. He enjoyed the taste before swallowing then sat with me and kissed me. Our wives came to us and kissed us deeply. His wife then gave me a long lovers kiss as she squeezed my cock. My wife did the same thing to him. "We are sleepy and going to bed. Make sure we get kisses when you join us," his wife said. My friend and I looked at each other and wondered if we were now closer to swapping. "You had cum in your ass," he said. "Oh, right. Jim wanted to withdraw out of me but I reached back and held him to my ass. I took five minutes for his cock to slide out. My ass missed it. A few minutes later he decided that there was no point for any of us to hide what we were doing and Jim crawled out of the sleeping bag and got on his hands and knees. I understood, positioned myself behind him, and fucked him. I quickly learned why he didn't last long, sooner than either us wanted I ejaculated in him. I pulled him down to his side with me and continued softly fucking him for about ten minutes. We were asleep almost as soon as my cock plopped out. The next morning we all walked to a small waterfall into a small pond taking our soap with us. We showered and really cleaned our own cocks but decided to make sure so we got on our knees and really washed each other's cock. Jim gave me a blowjob when he got done cleaning my cock and I gave him one in return. We kissed. The kiss made the taste of cum worthwhile. On the way back to camp Andy told us he had lubricants and condoms. Jim and I kissed his lips. Jim and I borrowed two condoms each and had to ask for two more. Jim and I fucked and sucked each other for two more days then never again. Andy and Bart became a committed couple and are still together now. I am bisexual. I suck cock about four or five times a year, fuck men two or three times a year. I don't look for cock but I do not run away from one I might like. I did suck and fuck three months ago in New Orleans with a committed couple. I also fucked a mother and daughter in the same bed while there." I slid to the floor and began sucking my friend's cock slowly and deliberately. We both very much enjoyed the experience. When he filled my mouth I sat astride him and kissed him. I felt his wet cock on my ass and hoped he would soon fuck me. It was not to be, he loved sucking cock but he did not fuck ass and did not allow anyone to fuck his. It was not a problem; I discovered that five guys on the boat did. We were about ten miles from the shore and pretty much out of sight when a friend stood behind me and began to lube my ass. "I won the privilege," he said. I was soon leaning on the rail as he fucked me with gentle, long strokes. It was exactly what I needed. I felt his cum fill the condom but he kept fucking me for at least another ten minutes. I turned and embraced him as we shared a long kiss. He said, "Thanks." I said, "Anytime." I could see he knew I meant that literally. He kissed me again. I heard a guy ask me if I was OK and I simply leaned over the rail again. His cock had a bigger diameter so it took a while for me to be comfortable but it was also a very enjoyable fuck. A third guy with a long cock took his place and he fucked me hard and for a long time. It was marvelous. I had been fucked by three guys in succession, a record for me. Before I got a chance to kiss my last lover he was on his knees sucking my cock with love. I looked around and saw that there were eleven of us on the boat. Everyone was content with who they were and where they were. Most were talking and drinking beer as they awaited their cock's recovery. All of them had wives that mine had eaten. My best friend was on board but we had decided not to get together while aboard, we could have each other as often as we needed. We concentrated on having everyone else, which we did. The two watchers played with my cock long enough to bring it back to life. I gave the one that masturbated a handjob during which I slid his cock in my mouth twice but for just seconds. His cum began just after I took his cock out and I kissed it when he was done. I decided against kissing him but I hugged him and our cocks kissed. He melted in my arms. The guy that was there for blowjobs did kiss me when I had his cum in my mouth. During the kiss he took my cock in his hand then sank to his knees and gave me a handjob/blowjob. I warned him but he took my cum in his mouth and swallowed then stood and gave me a long kiss. He had sucked two other cocks before we headed back to shore. As soon as Matt started the engine everyone went to his favorite. The guy that fucked me first handed me a condom and leaned over the rail. We fucked until we saw boat traffic. I did not cum but he said, "I owe you one," and kissed me. We now get together at times on the same bed, his wife and mine fuck while he and I fuck. When we got home after my first trip we were happy our wives had spent the day in their own orgy. Not one of the guys could have managed an erection that evening. Both of our wives were in bed in my house, both were naked and napping. My friend and I crawled over the foot of the bed and began to kiss their pussies. As soon as they awoke and began to enjoy our ministrations my friend and I switched pussy. I was eating his wife and he was eating mine. Their moans and groans filled the room and they were soon in orgasms. We slid up to them and after a few moments of loving their tits we kissed them and announced, "We are back." They prolonged the kiss as they slid their pussy around our cocks. Much to our surprise our cocks began to rise. My cock was soon in his wife; his was soon in my wife. Our wives immediately moaned and wrapped their legs around us, they wanted it. We had a lot of stamina and I fucked his wife to orgasm then mine to orgasm before we were too exhausted to continue. Neither of us had anything to ejaculate. Our women kissed us and repeated, "I love you," before getting up and going into the kitchen. My friend and I grinned to each other then kissed before following them to the kitchen, each with a hand on the others ass. The Boat It all started when I answered an ad for a boat for sale. I had been looking for a good boat for a few years but hadn't really looked seriously. The ad in the paper was for a year old boat at a very low price and just the type boat I was looking for. The house where the owner of the boat lived was near the local lake. It was a modest home among some very high dollar ones. The boat was parked in the driveway and I spent a few minutes looking it over. It could have been on the showroom floor for all the wear and tear it showed. Other than a watermark on the motors lower unit, it was in perfect condition. "It was only used twice," a female voice from behind me said. Without looking around, I replied, "I can believe that." When I did turn around, my eyes got big and my mouth dropped open. I have seen some beautiful women but this woman was at the very top of the list. Tall, slender, redheaded, and wearing a tiny pale yellow string bikini with an open terry cloth wrap over it. I took a deep breath as I closed my mouth. I let it out slowly and said, "Good afternoon. I'm here about the boat you have for sale." I got it out in a reasonably steady voice. My eyes behind my sunglasses were wandering up and down and all over her lush body. "Yes, the boat," she said softly, a sad look coming to her face. "It was my husbands and like I said, he got to use it twice." From the sound of her voice and the look on her face, I could tell something had happened to her husband. I wasn't sure how to ask about it or even if I should. I guess I had a questioning look on my face because she said, "He bought the boat, brought it home, and took me for a ride out to the island that very afternoon. We had a wonderful time. The next Saturday, he went fishing and had a great day." She paused, the sad expression got deeper. "The following Monday he had a bad headache and went to see the doctor." She paused again and sighed. "Too make a long sad story short, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and died a short time later. That was five months ago. I hate to part with the boat but I don't even know how to run it and I need the money." "My condolences, I lost my wife several years ago so I have some idea of how you must feel." The woman nodded. "Dick was older than me but I never expected...." She paused with a sigh and changed the subject back to the boat. "I'm asking six thousand for the boat but I'm not sure if that is too much or not." "From the condition of the boat and the age, it's actually a little low." "It's half of what Dick paid for it so I figured it would sell quickly. The bills piled up quicker that I thought they would and it took longer to get Dick's finances in order. The six thousand will get me back even." "I'll take it." I told her and then my conscience jabbed me. "At nine it would be a good deal. At six, it's stealing. I'll split the difference and give you seven five." The woman looked at me sharply for a second and then nodded. "You're a good man not to take advantage of an old lady." Grinning, I looked around and then asked, "Old lady? What old lady?" The woman smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Helen and I'm a lot older than I look." I took her hand and replied, "My friends call me Tex and I'm older than I look also but you can't be a day over thirty five." "Forty three actually but don't tell anyone." "Add twenty years to that and you'll have mine." "I would have guessed early to mid fifties but nowhere near sixty. You're only a little younger than Dick." She got a sad expression again. "Is there a launch ramp near here, where I can try the boat out?" I asked to change the subject. "There is a private one here in the subdivision but I'd have to go with you. The stuffed shirts that run this place don't even allow guests to use it unless a property owner is with them." "I'd be honored with the company even if there wasn't any rules." A smile brightened her face and then she grinned. "You are a charmer, aren't you? It must be the generation or something. Dick was the same way." "We were raised with manners if nothing else," I replied and then asked, "Do I need to tow it?" "Yes, unless you want to ride the garden tractor to the launch ramp. That's how I got it out of the garage. I sold Dick's truck and my car doesn't have a hitch thingy." "Let me back my truck in and we'll go check it out then." She looked at me for a moment and then nodded as if she had made a decision. "Ok, let me get my purse and change into something more appropriate. I was relaxing by the pool when I heard your truck door shut." "What better for a boat ride than a bikini?" I asked with a grin. She chuckled softly but said, "Probably so but I'd feel better with a little more on. Not to mention the noisy neighbors who think I'm some kind of brazen woman for wearing this with my husband dead only a few months." "I know the type. Too bad they don't realize that life goes on and we have to do what we have to do to put things out of our minds." "Exactly. I always wore my bikini by the pool so why should I change that now. Anyway, I always enjoyed the way Dick looked at me when I wore it. It's comforting in it's own way." I grinned and nodded. I could see what Dick saw and understood it well from his point of view. "I'll get my truck," I said as I turned and headed down the driveway. ***** I had the boat hooked to the truck and was inspecting the lights when Helen returned. She had on a pair of loose fitting blue shorts, a white blouse with the tail knotted below her breasts, and tennis shoes. I grinned when I saw the yellow of the bikini top peeking from the open front of the blouse. "Are we ready?" I asked. She nodded and pulled a set of keys out of her purse with a float attached to them. "We'll need these." "Good thinking," I said as I went around and opened the passenger door for her. She smiled as she climbed into the truck. "Dick was a gentleman also. Even after ten years of marriage he still opened doors for me." "Smart man." I replied with a grin. "Younger guys don't get it but that's their problem," I added as I shut the door. When I got in and started the truck, Helen pointed to the right. "Two blocks down and on the left. There's a gate that's always locked so I'll have to open it. I'll also have to close and relock it. It's a royal pain in the butt." ***** Past the gate was a small parking lot that had just enough room to make a circle so I could back the boat down to the launch ramp. With a couple of trucks and trailers in the parking lot, it would have been a job to get turned around. "They don't make it easy, do they?" I asked as I stopped the truck. "Most of the member of the board of the property owners association have private boat docks so they only use this once or twice a year. It used to be three times as big but they sold the lots on each side. It's just another way they are forcing the little people out." I nodded as I got out of the truck. Helen got out and came around to the back of the truck to join me. I found a bowline in the first storage locker I looked in. I unhooked the front tie down and hooked on the rope. I tied a loop in the bowline and dropped it over the front upright and below the winch. Helen grinned and shook her head. "Dick had one of his earlier boats get away from him a couple of times. I always followed him down to hold the rope while he parked the truck. Neither of us was smart enough to do what you just did." "I was raised around boats. My dad fished and several of my uncles commercial fished so I got an education early in life. Most of it's second nature by now," I said as I went to remove the motor tote and to check that the plug was in place. The plug wasn't there. After a few minutes search, I found it under the drivers seat. "That's another thing Dick forgot several times. Talk about your mad scrambles," Helen said with a grin. "I've played that game a time or two myself," I replied with a chuckle as I headed back for the cab of the truck. Helen stood to the side as I backed the boat into the water. I had the trailer slightly to the side so I could see it in the rearview side mirror. When the boat was afloat, I tapped the brake and stopped. The boat slid off the trailer easily. I retrieved the rope and pulled the boat over to the dock and tied it off. ***** When I returned from parking the truck, Helen was sitting in the passenger seat waiting for me. I hadn't asked when the battery had been charged last. I hoped it still had enough juice to crank the motor. After pumping the bulb to prime the engine, it kicked off on the first try. The fifty horsepower four stroke motor was so quiet I had to turn to make sure it was running. Helen got up, untied the boat, dropped the rope in the floor of the boat, and returned to her seat. "And away we go," she said with a big grin. I eased the throttle forward and eased the boat out past the no wake buoy. Once I cleared the buoy, I fed in more throttle and was soon cruising across the lake at 45 miles per hour according to the speedometer. The engine was still quietly humming to itself. I had never owned a four stroke outboard and was surprised at how quiet it ran. "Do you fish?" I asked Helen to make conversation. "No, if I went fishing with Dick, he fished and I sunbathed and read." "That sounds like my wife. She loved to fish as long as the fish were biting but after that it was sun and book time." Helen looked back in the direction of the launch ramp. As she turned back, she lifted her hips and wiggled out of the shorts she wore. She tossed the shorts under the dash to be followed quickly by the blouse. She used her feet to remove her tennis shoes. Once more dressed in just the yellow string bikini, she wiggled her toes and sighed. "Much better. I hate clothes to start with and when I can, I shed them. I used to be able to sun nude in my back yard but they built three two story houses behind ours so now I can't even get sun in my own backyard." "I have a fenced yard and no neighbors. You're welcome to use my sun deck anytime you want. That is if you don't mind me drooling from behind the drapes in the bedroom." Helen looked at me for a moment and then grinned as she reached up and untied the sting behind her neck. She leaned forward and untied the string behind her back. The yellow bikini top joined the rest of her clothes under the dash. My eyes wandered over her full breasts. She had a barbell piercing the left nipple. The right one did not looked pierced. "I guess this means I won't have to hide behind the curtains and peek." With a soft laugh she replied, "It's your sundeck, why should you have to hide. Anyway, I'm far from shy around the right people and I think you are a right person." "Thank you," I replied softly. "I'll try to live up to that." Helen smiled as she looked over at the dash and the gas gauge. "We have three quarters of a tank of gas, if you're in no hurry, why don't we take a ride down to the damn and back." I made a short turn to the left and throttled back to a cruising pace of forty. "Since I'm with such enjoyable company and have nothing better to do than enjoy the view and a day on the lake, why not." Helen laughed as her hands went to her hips. "You like the view, do you?" she asked as she pulled on the string bow at each hip. "What would make the view even better?" "Keep pulling on those strings and I'll find out soon enough," I replied with a grin. As the strings came untied, Helen said, "I guess I didn't tell you that I normally sunbathed nude while Dick fished. I loved to tease him and then there was always the chance of someone seeing me naked. That last part always made me tingle in just the right places." I grinned over at her and nodded. "You left the naked part out earlier but it doesn't surprise me, my wife was the same way." Helen slipped forward off the seat onto her knees. The bikini bottom joined the rest of her clothing. She gave a little shivering shake as she looked at me over her shoulder. "You're a nice guy and I think I can tease you without getting myself in a lot of trouble." It was a statement more than anything else but I said, "You're as safe with me as you want to be. I can't promise I won't stare and drool though." Helen laughed and whispered, "I love the stares and the drool just adds to my pleasure. I love to be looked at especially when I'm naked so now I'm going to lay down in the bottom of the boat and get some sun for both our pleasures." "You'll not get any complaints out of me," I said as she leaned forward. Once on her hands and knees my eyes were locked on her luscious ass and her plump sex peeking at me from between her upper thighs. When I gave out with a low soft whistle she looked at me over her shoulder. "An ass man I take it. So was Dick in so many ways," she said with a grin. "Oh yes. I do love the part that goes over the fence last best," I said with a grin of my own. When I licked my lips, Helen laughed and wiggled her ass from side to side. A moment later, she dropped her upper body, moved it slightly to her left, and spread her knees shoulder width. Now her sex and light brown anus were in full view. I licked my lips again and groaned softly. "I'm not sure who is teasing whom the most," she whispered softly. "I'm being far naughtier than I normally would even with Dick and your eyes are setting fires deep inside me." Movement from forward of the boat caught my attention. I looked up and then told Helen, "There is another boat coming toward us and they're going to pass on your side of the boat." Helen looked up and then shivered as she slowly lay down on her stomach. Her feet were in the seat she had sat in earlier. With another shiver she asked, "I wonder if they will be able to see me?" "Why should I say they won't when I know it will spoil your fantasy," I told her with a grin. Helen laughed and said, "I knew you were a good man." "When I count to three you could come up on your knees. That way there would be no doubt that they could see you." Helen groaned softly as I said, "One." The groan was even louder when I said, "Two." As I started to say three, she looked around and shook her head. "I can't, I'm too much of a chicken. Anyway, I know a lot of people on this lake. Just my luck it would be one of my neighbors." "I'll have to take you somewhere no one knows you so you can flash to your hearts content." "Dick suggested that several times but I always found a reason to refuse. Here it would be accidentally on purpose but I don't think I have the nerve to do it on purpose, if that makes any sense." "Sense, yeah, it makes sense but then again what have you got to lose by trying it once." Helen grinned and rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs as far as the side of the boat and my hip allowed. Her sex was plump, as was her mound. Both were cleanly shaven. She flexed her hips up and back several times before she said, "If I try it and like it, I might not be able to control it. Just the thought of some stranger seeing me makes me as horny as hell." "It's not like we're longtime friends or anything," I pointed out. "Exactly," she said in a whisper as her hands came up to caress and massage her breasts gently. "That's why I'm going to come my brains out the second I touch my clit with you watching me." I looked at the woman lying in the floor of the boat and grinned. On impulse, I let go of the steering wheel, lifted my hips, and pulled my shorts down around my ankles. Using my feet, I got the shorts completely off, leaned back in the seat and put one hand on the steering wheel. The other slowly stroked my hard dick. "I hope you don't mind if two play that game," I said softly. Helen's eyes were wide as she watched my hand move up and down. Slowly she shook her head and then moaned softly. "Dick was always too shy to take his clothes off even out here on the lake." Her fingers found the barbell on her nipple and pulled gently. The fingers of the other hand rolled and pinched her other nipple. After a moment, she moaned again. "With you doing that, I might not have to touch my clit," she whispered as her hips flexed up and down slowly. The island at mid lake was coming up, so I made a gentle turn to the left to avoid it by a wide margin. "Are there many people at the island," Helen asked. I looked that way and counted three boats. "A few, three boats anyway." "Maybe they will all be gone by the time we get back. A cool naked swim sounds wonderful to me." "I haven't been skinny dipping in a while now. The last time was in the Gulf of Mexico by moonlight. My wife was with me and we had a ball on that deserted beach." Helen whimpered softly as one hand slowly worked its way down her belly. She paused the hand with her fingertips barely touching her mound. "I've always wanted to do the nude on the beach by moonlight thing but we never did." "There used to be a semi legal clothing optional beach not to far from here but I haven't been there in years so I don't know if it is still there or if you can even get to it but we could go look some weekend." I told her. She shivered and raked her nails over her soft plump mound. She moaned softly and nodded. "I would like that. On a beach naked in daylight would be even better." I angled the boat back out toward the center of the lake. There was not another boat in sight. I eased the throttle back to a fast idle and Helen looked at me questioningly. "There's no one around but us so I thought I'd slow the trip down and make it easier on myself to watch you." She whimpered and raked her nails over her mound again. "Do you eat pussy?" She asked in a soft whisper. I chuckled and licked my lips. "Is that just for future information or is that a request? In either case, the answer is a definite yes." She moaned softly as her hips flexed up and back. "I'd love nothing better at this very moment but...." She let the sentence trail off as her hips moved with a little more urgency, her eyes once more on my slow moving hand. Then she groaned long and loud as she came. The hand on her mound moved lower quickly and she moved her fingers back and forth over her clit rapidly. That made her hips lift as she gave out with a soft yell as her hips jerked and bucked against her fingertips. I grinned at her and sighed deeply. The look on her face reminded me so much of my wife when she came that way. I also wanted to move over between her legs so I could clean up the juices running down the cleft of her ass. I wondered how big an orgasm she would have if I did. About then, Helen's eyes fluttered open and she shivered hard as she saw me looking at her. "That one slipped up on me," she whispered softly. "So I noticed and a beautiful one it was." She grinned and nodded. "You should have seen it from my side." The hand that had strummed her clit was once again on her mound, the fingers slowly raking over her tender skin. Slowly she slid the fingers lower avoiding her clit as they got close to it. As they moved lower she shivered as she felt her wetness. "I've made a very big mess." "I'd offer to clean it up but...." I grinned as I licked my lips. "I'm afraid it would lead to something else." I ran my hand up and down my hard shaft as I finished speaking. Her eyes jumped to my hand and she groaned softly. "If I wasn't such a chicken, I'd probably let you but...." I looked around quickly. We were getting close to the dam and there was another boat trolling along between it and us. I turned the boat around and idled back the way we had come. "Maybe there won't be anyone at the island when we get back there." She shivered and then sighed deeply. "You came along at just the right time," she whispered. The Boat "How is that?" I asked, not understanding what she meant. "I was sitting by the pool contemplating some very silly things when I heard your truck door shut. You don't know it but you saved my life." I didn't know what to say. I just stared at her with my mouth open. "This little show was my way of saying thank you." "Uh, no thanks necessary. That would have been such a waste," I whispered. Helen smiled shyly and nodded. "I see that now." I smiled back at her and said, "They say everything happens for a good reason and maybe we're our own good reason." "Two lonely people?" She asked. When I nodded, she sighed and held up the hand that had rubbed her sex. "Want a taste?" I grinned and replied, "I thought you would never ask." The Boat The two women were just strolling along the pier. It was a pleasant day and they were young and carefree, up for a bit of a lark if anything fun came their way. What came their way was a yacht. It was tethered to the seaward side of the pier, the owner having not bothered to sail around the pier and into the protected marina. The girls stopped to admire the boat. She was a pretty little thing, easily handled by a one-man crew, but big enough to allow a two-man crew. Marianne considered the little boat and observed to Ellen, "We could handle a boat like that. With the offshore breeze we could be out in the bay before anyone knew we were going." Ellen thought the idea over. There was no-one around. They were both quite skilled at yachting, having been out a number of times. "What would we do with the boat after taking it?" she asked. "There are other piers," observed Marianne. "We could just pull into one, tether the boat and walk away." "We could, couldn't we," laughed Ellen. The young women looked around. No-one was paying attention to them. They looked at each other. They were of one mind and, without having to speak about it, they turned and stepped down onto the boat. Ellen cast off while Marianne pushed the boat further out onto the water. Running up the sail, they caught the wind and were away, the small yacht skipping nimbly across the waves. Ten minutes later they were well off-shore, enjoying the experience and slowly heading down the coast, intending to eventually pull into shore and moor at a convenient exit point. Several other yachts and motor-boats were out and about, but the girls were experienced enough to be able to keep clear easily. It was just them and the sea. They heard the roar of a motor-boat approaching and, on looking around, Marianne saw a boat with skier approaching. Not on a collision course, as the boat would pass well to starboard, but the skier would be a lot closer than she liked. She kept a close eye on them, in case a sudden tack was needed to avoid an accident. Then the motor-boat was past and curving away, while the skier was close to them and waving at the pretty girls. "Show off," though Ellen as she watched the skier curving closer to them. Both girls were taken by surprise when the skier dug his skis deeper, forcing a change of direction and putting him right next to the yacht for a moment. They were even more surprised when he dropped the towrope, took a hold on the yacht and swung lightly aboard, apparently having hit the quick release on the skis, leaving them behind. Marianne glared at their sudden visitor. He was a big burly man, well muscled and tanned, around forty five. "What do you think you're doing," she demanded. "You can't just board someone's boat like that in the middle of the bay." "I can when it's my boat," came the cold reply. "Did you think I'd let a couple of cheap thieves steal her? In your dream." The girls looked at each other, suddenly feeling slightly sick. Being caught hadn't entered their minds. "We weren't actually stealing it," Ellen explained. "We just wanted to borrow it for a sail. We were going to bring it back and moor it again, honest." "Borrowing is when you ask and get permission. Taking it without letting anyone know is called stealing," came the scornful reply. "Do you seriously mean that you intended to take it back to where you found it, knowing that the cops might be there?" At the girl's embarrassed silence, he nodded grimly. "Thought so. You intended to flog it or just leave it moored somewhere where anything could have happened to it." "What are you going to do?" asked Marianne nervously. The man smiled grimly. "That depends. Are you adults or juveniles. You look old enough to be adults but this is the sort of stupid stunt I'd expect a kid to pull." "We're adults," stated Ellen indignantly. "We're both twenty. Really, do we look as though we're adolescents?" "You act like it," came the critical retort. "What I'm going to do now is head over to port a little, towards those bhoys, and then I'm going to drop anchor while I check out any damage you idiots might have done." "We're good sailors," protested Marianne. "We haven't done any damage to your precious boat. Just had a little ride was all." "Not good enough sailors to have learnt you don't steal other people's boats," retorted the irate owner. "I'm Rodney, by the way. And you are?" "Marianne" and "Ellen" came the mumbled replies. "Well, Marianne and Ellen, are you decent swimmers?" asked Rod, as he lowered the sail and let the anchor drop. The girls turned to look at the distant shore and turned back to look at Rod. The shock on their faces all the evidence he needed that the swim was beyond their capabilities. "So it looks like you're stuck here with me, aren't you?" observed Rod, grinning nastily. "What am I going to do? I assume that you don't want me to sail back to the marina and hand you over to the police?" The girls were both shaking their heads at this, finally realising that they were really in trouble. If he pressed charges they could be arrested. Probably would be. They'd have to go to court and everything. "I somehow didn't think you would. Not that the alternative is going to be very palatable for one of you. While I check out the boat, you two can take off your bikinis and stash them in that locker. After I've finished checking everything, I'm going to check out your bodies and then have sex with one of you. You can consider it the boat hire payment. And don't try to decide which one will be giving me the payment. I'll do my own choosing when I'm ready." "You can't do that," protested Ellen. "That would be rape. We'll report it to the police." "It won't be rape," Rod returned. "It's payment for services rendered. The services being the use of my boat. More along the lines of prostitution, I think the cops would say. You give me sex and I pay with a boat ride. Then you cry rape because the ride isn't long enough, or you wanted some money as well." Ellen looked at Marianne. "What do we do?" she asked. "If we report him and he spins that tale we might get arrested. If we refuse he can have us arrested for stealing the boat. But if we agree and he has sex with one of us, is that still rape?" "I don't know," wailed Marianne. "But I don't want to have sex with him. Look at him. He's enormous and he's old. I can't have sex with an old man." "I heard that," called Rod. "Forty five is not old. It just makes me old enough to know how to really screw you." "Don't ask me to volunteer," Ellen, "Look at that bulge of his. He'd probably tear me to pieces." "No volunteers required, girls. I said I'd pick the one I want when I'm ready. And why haven't you got your bathers off yet?" "Because we're not taking them off," cried Ellen. "We are not going to stand around naked in front of you." "You are, you know. If you're not both naked by the time I finish the inspection I'll assume that you've decided to take your chances with the police. Alternatively, if you are both naked, I'll assume that you've decided that taking a fifty percent chance that it won't be you getting screwed is worth it." The girls looked at each other, back to where Rod was checking the boat and back to each other. "What do we do?" hissed Ellen. "I don't want to be raped by that hairy ape." "Do you think I do?" snapped Marianne angrily. "But the police are a one hundred percent guarantee of trouble for ages, and probably a criminal record. One of us getting screwed by him is far better than both of us getting screwed by the cops." In a mood of quiet desperation, Marianne reached up and untied her bikini top, starting to strip it off. Ellen groaned, and reached for her own ties. Seeing the girls had finally got their act together and decided one sacrificial lamb was better than two, Rod finished his inspection. He was quite pleased to note that the girls had actually taken care of everything and appeared to have done everything right. Looking over to where the girls stood, naked, but trying to hide behind their hands, Rod laughed and casually stripped off his own bathers. Watching Rod walk toward them, nude and with his erection standing proudly before him, the girls were practically quivering in trepidation. "Will you look at that thing," Ellen said, almost weeping, and unable to take her eyes off Rod. "It's enormous. I could never handle that. You'll have to volunteer." "It's not really all that big," returned Marianne. "And he said he'd pick. No volunteers. And what makes you think I'd want to handle that thing anyway. He's old. Even his hair is grey." "There's nothing old about that cock," hissed Ellen. "It's damned well pointing at us and deciding for itself." Rod looked at the now nervously cringing girls, cowering behind their hands. "Come on, girls," he said, laughter in his voice. "Stand up straight and put your hands by your sides so I can see you properly." Both girls acted on the note of command in his voice, slowly straightening up and letting their hands drop to their sides, faces scarlet with embarrassment. Rod walked slowly around them, close enough that his erection brushed their buttocks as he passed, causing them to flinch. Strolling around until he was in front of the girls again, Rod lightly ran his hands over Ellen's breasts. She jumped, feeling her nipples prickle, and her mood was not improved by hearing Marianne speak softly. "Ellen has lovely breasts, doesn't she, Rod?" she said, nodding approvingly towards them. "Shut up," gasped Ellen. "Yours are just as good." Rod obligingly ran his hands over Marianne, nodding to concede that both pair were as good as each other. The girls were starting to feel a little more upbeat. He wasn't brazenly groping them, just lightly touching. Maybe he didn't really mean the sex bit. Maybe he was just teasing. Their hopes crashed again when he stepped closer to them, hands reaching down to cup them and squeeze. They could both feel heat within themselves, and prayed that Rod wouldn't, lest he take it for an invitation. Moving behind them again Rod told the girls to bend over, hands on their knees and their feet apart. Marianne winced and gasped as she felt his hand run smoothly over her bottom before sliding between her legs and pressing against her labia, a finger pressing slightly into her slit. Ellen hear Marianne's sudden gasp, but could take no comfort in it, for she also found a hand probing her lips and slipping past them. Both girls were squirming against Rod's touch, hating the intrusion that they couldn't defend against, reluctant to show that aversion in case it was enough to make Rod choose them for his sacrifice. Rod slid his cock between Ellen's legs, letting her feel it drag slowly against her labia, exciting them and adding to the unwanted excitement that was burning within her. "Please," she gasped. "You can't. I'm a virgin still." Marianne exploded. "You liar," she screamed. "You are not. You're just trying to get him to take me so you can watch." Ellen wasn't taking this lying down. Fear and a touch of panic sent her whirling around to face Marianne. "I am so," she shrieked. "What would you know about it? Just because you chase everything in pants doesn't mean I do." "I know that Andy popped your cherry and took a picture of you riding his dick," Marianne retorted. "He showed it to me." Seeing that the scene was about to degenerate into a nasty brawl, Rod decided to intervene. With the two girls conveniently face to face and in easy reach, he spread his hands and brought them round with a loud smack on each bottom. There were two screams and the girls were once more facing him. "I believe that you're meant to be bending over," Rod reminded the girls. Sullen and rebellious as well as nervous and edgy, the girls resumed their former positions, casting angry little looks at each other. "Now you say you're a virgin, Ellen." said Rod. "Be quiet, Marianne," he added, when it looked as though she had something she wanted to say. "Now, Ellen, as I was about to say, you won't mind me testing to make sure." "There's no need for that," gasped Ellen. "I'm not, really." Then she gasped as she felt Rod moving her lips apart and deliberately inserting his finger within her. She squeaked as it moved deeper, finally plunging into her vagina. "You were correct the second time, it appears," said Rod, ignoring Marianne's snort of triumph. Marianne's sense of triumph didn't last long, because she then heard Rod going on to say, "I suppose it's only fair that I now test Marianne. I'd hate to pick her and take her virginity by accident." "There's no need for that." Now it was Marianne's turn to say those words, and then to give a frustrated squeal as she felt Rod performing the same test on her. Then Rod was drawing back from the girls, no longer teasing them. The girls froze hopefully. "It was a bluff," they were telling themselves. "He's going to let us go now." Rod stepped up, his hand reached down and a set of expectant lips found themselves being drawn apart. There was a wailing cry of "no", and then Rod was driving between Marianne's lips, pressing home within her. Ellen gave a cry, part relief that she wasn't chosen, part sympathy for her friend, and part frustration that the excitement built up within her was not going to assuaged. She stood up and moved away from the couple, finding herself unable not to look as Rod ruthlessly took his pleasure from Marianne. Plunging in to Marianne, Rod found her internal passage hot, wet and willing. Although Marianne might not want this mentally, physically her body had decided that this was the way to go. Marianne felt Rod invading her body, and swore to herself as she felt her body reacting, moving to meet and welcome him. She didn't want this, she insisted to herself, but finding herself unable to resist moving in time to Rod's demands. Rod had held Marianne's hips as he had made his initial thrust, holding her firmly in place while he demanded entry. He'd enjoyed watching her breasts bounce back and forth as Marianne had wriggled under his thrust, but now that he was in, he wanted more. His hands reached around and closed over her breasts, squeezing them in time to the other demands his body was making of her. Marianne found herself swaying in place, riding back and forth on Rod's pounding cock, feeling it all the way into her deepest places. Fires were burning there and spreading, heating her body dangerously. More sparks were being lit from the treatment her breasts were undergoing. They swayed there, Marianne gasping and giving off little screams whenever Rod gave a slightly harder thrust. At any moment, Marianne knew she would burst into flame and be gone, but she could do nothing but ride, wanting it to go on. Then Marianne felt the first hot splash within her, and it was petrol to the flame. A roaring furnace swept through her, burning away all but itself, leaving her screaming in shock. Ellen watched Marianne convulse before relaxing, stopped from sinking to the deck by Rod's arms around her. Watching as Marianne slowly regained her strength, Ellen had to speak up. "Wow," she said. Marianne turned and looked at her, but had nothing to say. Rod looked at the two girls, smiling. "I think that we can consider that marked as paid in full," he said. "Now, a suggestion. I can take you back to the pier and toss you off my boat or, if you have nothing else planned for the afternoon, you can continue sailing for a while, while I watch to make sure you don't screw up." The girls looked at each other. "What's the catch?" asked Marianne, suspicious. "No catch," protested Rod, indignant. "You just sail for a while. When you've had enough I'll just collect my rental fee from Ellen and then we'll head home." Marianne sniggered. "Sounds good to me," she said. "I vote we stay out." "Wait a minute," protested Ellen. "What rental fee?" Marianne smiled, as she replied. "Similar to the one I just paid," she said. Ellen paled. "You mean..." Marianne nodded. Ellen thought of what she'd just witnessed, and nervous anticipation was already crawling through her, urging her on. She capitulated, giving a weak nod. "Then hoist the anchor, girls, and let's get moving. No, Ellen," he added as she reached towards the locker. "You won't really need your bikinis out here. If you're afraid of sunburn I'll be happy to rub some cream on.