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Boating

By: chibicur



I liked the boat. It was West Wight Potter-15, which is a small 15 foot sailboat with a cabin. That's a lot to put into 15 feet length overall, but it is a good boat to sail alone in, it is quite seaworthy, and the cabin, although small, allowed privacy. It was just the thing for potting around on the weekends. Hence the name. I bought it.

My wife hates to boat. That's a good reason for me to boat on the weekends. I go alone, but seldom stay alone. I am 52, 5'10' and athletic. There is a lady attorney at my office, who is about 50 years old and saucy. She does not take anything from plaintiffs, or her boss. I have been her expert witness from time to time, and guided her on finding facts and other experts to help her cases. She has a full hour-glass figure which is very sensual. She looks like she came from a Reubens portrait -- full breasts, hips that you can grab by the hand full, and sparkly eyes. She has a powerboat, but does not know much about boating. She giggles like a schoolgirl whenever I tease her about getting her boat out. She says she needs help.

Finally, I agreed to help her take her boat out if I accompanied her with my West Wight Potter. What a mismatch. The Potter would putt along at 5 knots, and her inboard-outboard would plane at 30 knots. We ended up trading boats back and forth through the morning. She would take me for a fast ride, and I would show her the joys of easing along with the wind, just going with the flow.

On one foray on my boat, I decided risk exposing my feelings. I knew she was divorced and had felt sexual vibes around her. There had always been an electric tension between us, but I did not know how far I could go. We have always tended to be honest and direct with each other. I swallowed my trepidations about potential sexual harassment, and told her how attracted to her I was. We were sitting close together in the cockpit of the Potter. She seemed surprised, but her eyes twinkled even more. She asked about my wife. I told her that I did not want a divorce or anything. I still loved my wife; I just couldn't stay around her 100 percent of the time. Besides, divorces are ugly and very expensive. As a lawyer, she certainly understood that. She said, "What do you want then, just sex?" I said, "yep, but only with an intelligent attractive woman."

She smiled, put her hand on my thigh, and said, "When?" I said "well, I have an anchor, and that small cabin up there, and I can hardly hold myself back." She moved her hand up the inside of my thigh and squeezed. She was ready. My cock was definitely rising to the occasion.

It took not time at all for me to anchor in about 20 feet of water about a 1/4 mile off Lake Michigan's shore. We bent low and went into the cabin, leaving the hatch open. Another boat would have to almost ride over our stern to see much. She entered first, giving me a view of her ample ass. My mouth watered thinking about licking her thighs, ass, and well-mounded cunt. I don't know if she realized how into good dirty tongue sex I was, but she was about to find out. She had a few surprises too!

In the cabin, I put my left arm around her shoulders, cupped her left breast with my right hand, and gave her a gentle, but slightly probing kiss. My tongue just brushed inside her lips. She acted as if she had received a mild jolt, and her hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled our heads together hard. She tongued my mouth deeply and I responded in kind. I was ready to pull off her blouse and lick down to her nipples when she beat me to the punch by pushing her hands under my T-shirt nearly ripping it up over my head. She was aggressive in sucking my nipples and kissing down below my navel. She worked off my shorts and smiled as my cock bobbed free. With her eyes twinkling, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue around the head of my cock, picking up some pre-cum. She smiled and then took my cock in her mouth and sucked while she stroked the base with her hand. I could feel her tongue on my shaft and the depths of her throat with the head of my cock. Her hand was low on my rod and as she stroked she pushed down at the base which seemed to make my cock grow longer.

I could not contain a moan of pleasure. I told her to slow down, however, so we could make this last a while longer. Besides, I wanted to give some tongue action myself while I was so turned on. She reluctantly stopped sucking and gave a long lick from the base of my prick to the tip of the head. Then she gave me a deep French kiss. I could taste my cock. She said, "I wondered if you were ever going to make a move. With all of our kidding around and suggestive language I was beginning to think you were just talk."

As I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra, I told her that I don't talk with my mouth full. I then filled my mouth with her nipple. I swirled my tongue around its textured edges and tip, then sucked gently, still working my tongue. As I moved to her other nipple I pulled down her shorts and panties, and smelled the sweetest cunt and perfume mixture I could imagine. She said that she prepared down there just in case. I smiled but said nothing as I kissed down her stomach and navel until I came to the top of her soft pubic hair. I then gently kissed her mounded crack, breathing in deeply and briefly flicking my tongue on her clit. She gasped and put her hands on the back of my head. I guided the action, however, and kissed the cleavage between her thigh and mound, gently kissed across her mound, flicking her clit again on my way to the other thigh. I then licked up her thigh until I reached her hot, moist, perfumed pussy. I drove my tongue deep into her and rubbed her clit with my nose. I worked my tongue up and down and back and forth, the whole time breathing in her smell and massaging her clit with the tip of my nose. As I breathed in and out through my nose, I know her clit could feel the hot breath. 

I turned my body so that she could see, feel and kiss my hard cock. She took the hint immediately and deep throated me. For her reward, I moved my tongue to her hard clit and slipped two fingers deep into her hot vagina. We worked each other feverishly. I was so intent on fingering and licking her to a height of pleasure that I did not succumb to orgasm despite her silky deep sucking. We were both in heaven for a few minutes. 

I stopped fingering and licking, and pulled my cock from her mouth and bent down to deep kiss her. Her mouth tasted of my cock, and I know she could smell and taste her own juices. She was on her back while I grabbed her at each knee and gently pushed her knees up to her breasts. This exposed a hot waiting vagina to my dick, which had reached a hardness it had not known for a while. I put my cock deep into her and pumped hard. She gave a deep moan from her diaphragm. She said "YES, make it deep!" After eight strokes, my cock became ram rod hard and exploded in her pussy. I continued to stroke and drive deep as I could feel my cum gush around my cock. I pulled out and could see her hole gaping and dripping with cum.

I dove down and licked up the mixture of cum and pussy juice and then swirled my tongue on her clit. She grabbed my head and bucked her pussy against my tongue and mouth. In a minute she released a high pitched moan and closed her thighs tightly around my ears.

We French kissed some more and lay in each others arms. Preparing to clean up, I reached for a wet wash cloth that I keep in a jar during my sail trips, but she stopped me. She said, "Let me do this." Then she proceeded to lick my balls and soft cock clean. As she licked, I got hard again, which was clearly her purpose. Once I was hard, she turned over on to all fours and stuck her ass in the air. Her pussy hung down between her legs like a rose colored invitation. I mounted her doggie style and we pumped a good fuck, varying rhythm from slow to hard, fast and deep. She liked me slapping my pelvis against her ass as I pumped. Her rump and sides ripple would shake like jelly every time I slapped home a deep thrust. It was pleasurable and we worked into a good rhythm. I saw her close her eyes and shudder on two particularly deep thrusts. That keyed my loins to cum again. I pushed so deep that I could feel the lips of her cunt push against the sack of my balls and moisten the pubic hair around the base of my shaft. My cock twitched and I felt the head become super sensitive as I came again. The volume was not as much as the first time, but the sensitivity was unbelievable. I shuddered from the silky friction as I pulled my cock out of her vagina past her engorged vulva. We collapsed and just looked into each other's eyes.

I told her that I enjoyed it very much. She said she did too, and that we would have to 'boat' again soon. I know that we will. There is nothing like a mature vixen.

If you enjoyed this, let me know.

Boating Accident



I had just turned eighteen when I was first introduced to sex. It was, to be honest, a rather unusual introduction. Not the way most women experience it, I'm sure. Let me explain what happened.

We were on holiday, staying at this big old house on the beach. I was the oldest of the younger generation and not really interested in playing the sort of games and doing the things the younger set wanted. Betwixt and between, that was me. I effectively had to find my own amusements.

On one hot sunny day I decided that I wanted to go out on a boat. There were a couple of places in the area that leased boats by the hour so I wandered on down to see what it would cost me.

Most of the boat places were out of the reach of my pocket without some help from my parents and I didn't really want to call on them for financial assistance. There was one place, however, where the prices were much more reasonable. That should have been my first clue that maybe it wasn't the best place to hire a boat. I went into the yard anyway.

The proprietor was a sleazy little man with a knowing smirk. He was the second clue, but I ignored that as well. He was quite willing to rent me a boat, cash in advance, thank you. He explained the terms and conditions very quickly, not that I was listening. I wanted to get out on the water.

"You're supposed to wear a life-jacket while you're on the boat," Mr Sleazy told me, "but on a nice day like this, with a smooth sea, why bother? If it looks as though you need one later you'll find them in the lockers under the front seat."

That seemed reasonable to me. Who wanted to wear a hot life-jacket on a day like this? I signed the lease form, forked out the rent and a deposit, and set sail. It was just a little boat with an outboard motor, but I was free and running over smooth water and having fun.

I'd hired the boat for several hours and after an hour of just racing around aimlessly I was quite a long way out. I had a magazine with me and I decided to just drift for a while, alone on the ocean, reading. 

I leaned back against the rear of the boat, rested my feet on the front seat and browsed my magazine. After a while I tossed the magazine to one side and sat up straight, finding my feet splashed when they hit the deck.

Looking down I was appalled at the amount of water in the bottom of the boat. The blasted thing must have had a leak. Fortunately there was a bailer on hand and I started scooping up water and chucking it over the side. It didn't take me long to realise that I seemed to be fighting a losing battle. The water was coming in as fast as I chucked it over the side and I was quite sure that I'd get tired before the sea did. 

My best bet, I decided, was to restart the engine and head for shore as fast as possible, bailing one handed while I steered. The trouble with this solution was that the damned engine wouldn't start. The man had shown me how to start it, switched it off and let me restart it, so I knew what to do. Unfortunately, the engine didn't. It just sat there, sulking, doing nothing. 

As you can guess I was now feeling rather nervous. A life-jacket seemed like a good idea. I opened the locker under the front seat and found out why Mr Sleazy had suggested I not bother about one. There weren't any. A quick check of the locker under the back seat revealed the same situation. I was in a leaky boat, miles from shore, and no engine. 

Actually, I wasn't miles from shore, but it was still a considerable distance. I figured my chances of swimming that distance not too good. The first thing I had to do was prolong the time the boat was on the water, rather than under. I started bailing frantically.

Never bail in a hurry. I scooped up water and flung it over the side and watched in dismay as the bailer went with the water. There was a splash and no more bailer. It wasn't really my fault, mind you. I didn't let go of the bailer. As a matter of fact I was still holding the handle. It was just that the bailer was no longer attached.

Time for Plan B. Cry. On second thoughts, that wouldn't help. I stood up and looked around and damn near did cry when I saw a big old boat only a few hundred yards away. It didn't look like much of a boat, but at least it was floating, which mine wouldn't be much longer.

I screamed and yelled and waved my arms wildly and I was almost sick with relief when I saw a man wave back and the boat turned in my direction.

Then my boat just seemed to drop out from under me, going down fast and pulling me with it. Now I can swim, and that's just what I did. I didn't try to swim straight back up. I'd have been fighting the drag of the sinking boat, doing that. I went sideways and up, and it still seemed a frighteningly long time before I broke the surface.

I dog-paddled in position, yelling. I could hear the engine of the other boat but couldn't see it. I still hadn't spotted it when a life-ring landed in the water next to me. I'd been looking the wrong direction.

"Just hang on and we'll pull you up," called a voice, and you can just bet I hung on.

The next thing I knew I was being hauled up the side of the ship and helped onto the deck. Then, safe and sound, I fainted. What a wussy thing to do.

When I came to I was in a cabin, lying on a bunk. There was a man there, watching me. He looked rather rough and tough, which I suppose is reasonable if he worked on a boat. He was around about twenty five, was my guess. And the way he looked at me you thought he owned me. As soon as I opened my eyes he started on me.

"Why weren't you wearing a life-jacket? You're always supposed to wear one in those little death-traps."

"Um, the man who rented it to me said not to bother because it was a nice day, so I didn't. When I realised I'd need one I went to put one on, but there weren't any."

"You mean you were silly enough to get on the boat without checking that everything was there?"

"Um, yes, I guess," I said in a small voice. "Ah, thank you for rescuing me."

He just seemed to shrug my thanks off, but he kept on checking me out. He was looking me over so hard I was wondering if I was showing something I shouldn't. I sneaked a peak down at myself and it was a case of 'oh, bloody hell'. I was naked.

I gave a squeal and hurriedly covered as much of myself as I could.

"What's happened to my bikini?" I yelled at him.

"You fainted," he said.

I'm like, what? How does my fainting explain no bikini? He saw that I was puzzled and elaborated.

"Fainting and shock - they suggest you loosen the woman's clothing for both of these, and we figured that you'd fainted from the shock of the sinking, so we loosened your clothes. There wasn't much to loosen and the bikini just seemed to fall off. We've got it hanging up on the deck, drying out."

Was he kidding me? Loosening tight clothes was one thing, but a bikini?

"Could I have my bikini back, please," I asked, my politeness a credit to my self-control.

"Sure," he said. "No worries. I'll get it as soon as we've finished."

Finished what? I recalled the way he'd been looking at me and decided not to ask. I was going to say that I'd like it immediately when he sat down on the bunk next to me, dragged my arms away from where I was trying to cover myself and placed his great paws on my breasts and squeezed.

I screamed, and hit out at him, struggling to get away from him, while the brute laughed and rubbed his hands over my breasts. I screamed again, and to my relief the cabin door burst open and there was another man standing there.

"What the hell is going on?" he snarled, and the first man flushed, jumped up, and stepped away from the bunk.

"Ah, nothing, dad," he said. "I was just saying hullo to our guest."

The older man was about fifty, and he looked every bit as rough and tough as the first man. He gave the first man a cold look and then turned to me.

"This is my boat. We'll be heading in shortly and we'll let you off. I'm Jack. That is Jack Junior, for my sins."

With that he turned and gave Jack Junior a terrific clout across the side of his head.

I'm like, "Yes! Give him another one," but I didn't actually say it.

"What's the main rule?" snarled Captain Jack at Jack Junior.

"Captain first," said Jack with a grin.

"So what are you grinning at, you fool," snapped the Captain.

"Just that you're really going to be first," said Jack. "I think you'll find she's a virgin."

Hey, wait a minute, I was thinking. What the hell are they talking about?

The Captain turned to me.

"That true? You're still a virgin?" he asked me, sounding doubtful, the insulting swine.

"Yes," I snapped. "Not that it's any of your business. And I'd like my bikini, please."

"Yes, yes," he said, waving my request aside. "You'll get it back. You don't know anything about the traditions of the sea, do you?"

I shook my head. 

"Well, it's a tradition on this ship that anytime we rescue a woman we let her thank us. You're about to start thanking us. Me first."

I'm not an idiot. I can add two and two together as fast as anyone. He was saying that they wanted me to have sex with them. Ha! No way.

"Ah, I'll pass on anything more than verbal thanks," I said politely, hoping he'd get the hint.

Jack Junior was shaking his head, almost laughing out loud.

The Captain just gave a little smile.

"I think we'll do it the traditional way," he said. "It's more fun."

"But, but what about if the woman objects?" I asked desperately.

"What about it?" asked the Captain, looking blank.

"You can't, ah, take her if she says no," I pointed out.

The two Jacks looked at each other and the Captain shrugged.

"Ah, yes, we can, and do," he said.

With that he just stripped off the raggedy old shorts he was wearing and I was given the privilege of seeing the erection that was going to do the honours in my initiation. Now I wanted to faint, but couldn't. 

I'd never realised that an erection would look so big when it's pointed at you with intent. The thing looked enormous. No way, was my immediate thought. I promptly scrunched up small, arms wrapped around my knees.

Jack Junior did laugh at that.

"You're going to need a little help to start off, dad," he said. "You take her ankles and I'll take her wrists."

The Captain grunted and nodded. Jack then grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms away from my legs. As soon as my arms were free the Captain grabbed my ankles and pulled on my legs. Between them they just stretched me out on the couch, Jack Junior holding my wrists above my head.

The Captain had pushed my legs apart and wedged himself between them, half lying on me with his erection pressing against my tummy. His hands came up and he started fondling my breasts.

I was squealing and trying to wriggle but the captain had me pinned down and Jack held my hands out of the way. Very soon the Captain was rubbing my breasts, and sucking on them for crying out loud, while he had his other hand down between my legs rubbing back and forth along my pussy. He was rubbing quite firmly and every so often he'd slip his fingers inside me, laughing when he did so, because I'd scream in shock every time.

The Captain suddenly looked at Jack, just after he'd probed inside me, and announced, "I think she's ready. Things may now get interesting."

With that the Captain lifted his hips up, positioning his erection so that it was now pointing down between my legs. I started protesting and struggling even harder, but Jack was holding my wrists firmly and the Captain had my body pinned. My legs were free but all they could do was kick up and down. A big help that was, waving my legs in the air. I couldn't do anything but wriggle a little.

When I felt the Captain's cock actually push past my lips and start moving into me I wanted to scream in panic, and I bit my lip to stop myself. This was going to hurt, I just knew it.

I felt something inside me give a funny little twitch as though something had broken, then that cock was just sliding luxuriously down my passage. There was no pain or sense of being stretched or anything. I guessed that the funny little twitch had been my hymen yielding, but it hadn't hurt. I'd noticed it, but it was insignificant to that wonderful feeling that was stealing over me as the Captain sank into me.

Suddenly I didn't care if this was rape. I wanted to feel more of what was happening. I was feeling all hot and eager, and the Captain wasn't going in fast enough. I hurried him up a little by pushing up to meet him. 

For some reason he got a funny look on his face when I pushed up against him, but I couldn't be worried about that. I'd attended sex ed. and I knew what was expected of me. When he pushed into me I was supposed to push up against him, helping him drive home. That wasn't going to be a problem. If it felt like this every time he pushed in I was more than ready.

I brought my legs down and wrapped them around the Captain. That gave me the ability to hang onto him and help draw him in when he was taking me. The Captain was moving slowly at first, probably taking it easy on me because this was my first time. There was no need to, and I told him so, telling him he might just as well get with it and do me properly. 

After that he started bouncing on me a lot faster, but I could handle it. No worries. I could handle a lot more than that, I told him, urging him to go in harder. It finally dawned on me that he was an older man. He was probably doing the best he could. No problem, I told him. Just do what you can. You're doing fine right now. It was odd. He didn't seem to appreciate my telling him that. He kept on trying to go even harder, and I quietly cheered the old man on.

Just think. I'd turned eighteen months ago. What a lot of time I'd wasted. Sex was fun. It felt fantastic. The old guy was doing a good enough job that I was sure I was going to climax, and probably climax real soon. 

I did, too. All those lovely sensations just kept combining and multiplying and surging through me, lifting me higher every time the Captain drove into me. I was shrieking now, urging him on, telling him to go faster and harder, harder and faster. Then everything seemed to run together and I had the most fantastic climax that just seemed to go on and on. Oh, and I felt the Captain climax, too. It was odd, feeling him squirt deep inside me like that. 

Anyway, I just relaxed on the bunk after that, feeling the Captain roll off me and lie there next to me.

"Um, are you all right?" I asked. "A man your age needs to be careful of his heart when he gets excited, you know."

For some reason he just glared at me, lurched to his feet and left the cabin. He seemed to be a bit unsteady as he walked.

"Is he going to be all right?" I asked Jack.

"Sure. He's fine. He's just feeling his age, I think." 

"Oh. Um, are you going to ravish me now? You did say that you were both going to, didn't you?"

"I thought I was," he muttered, "but now I'm wondering who'll be doing the ravishing."

I had no idea what he meant by that so I dismissed it as of no importance. What was important was that he was going to violate my poor body and I was going to have to go along with it. 

I expected him to just pounce on me and bang his cock in, similar to the way the Captain had. Jack, it turned out, had other ideas. He rolled me over onto my tummy and lifted my hips, making me bring my knees forward, so I was on all fours, head down, bum up. He took up a position behind me. I could hear him unzipping and turned my head to see what he was like. I couldn't see, unfortunately, as he was too close to me and my hips were in the way.

I felt him drag his cock back and forth along my slit, and it certainly seemed as though it was a nice size. Then he started rubbing against me, just where he would be driving into me. I could feel it easing its way between my lips and I was starting to get irritated. If he was going to do this then he should go ahead and do it.

I was wondering if Jack would feel anything like the Captain and whether I'd like it or not. Suddenly Jack was driving into me, hard and fast, and he was right up inside me before I could so much as blink. It felt completely different to the way the Captain had felt. I bet if I was blindfolded and they took it in turns I'd be able to tell which was which just by the feel. That's all beside the point, anyway, the point being that Jack was now raping me. (Well, he was. I'd said no right from the word go. All I could do was put up with it the best I could.)

Just because Jack didn't feel the same as the Captain doesn't mean that I didn't like it. I did. He felt good inside me, and my body was remembering all the things that the Captain had done and my nerves were all springing eagerly back to life. It was a pity I couldn't wrap my legs around him to help pull him in nice and deep, but he seemed to be managing OK with the position he'd chosen.

Unlike the Captain, he didn't hang back worrying about my lack of experience. I guess he assumed that now that the Captain had initiated me I would be able to handle him, and I could. He'd come thundering into me and I'd flex my hips and push back hard to meet him, feeling him slapping home hard. (And hearing him. His groin would come slapping up against my pussy so hard it sounded as though he was spanking me. A lot more fun than a spanking, though.)

I know men think that there sexual prowess is important so I cheered him on as he took me, telling him how wonderful he felt, and how I was sure it would be even better if he could go a bit harder. He must have agreed as he certainly seemed to be striving to go harder all the time. 

For some reason Jack seemed a little distressed towards the end. I was heading for another nice climax when I heard him muttering and protesting, saying he couldn't keep this up, he was going to blow whether I was ready or not. Just after that he gave an extra hard jerk of his cock inside me and I could feel him starting to ejaculate. 

I was a bit disappointed with him, as a gentleman should always let a lady go first, but his final frantic bouncing against me was just the impetus I needed to set me off again.

I sat up on the bunk afterwards, feeling all warm and glowing. Jack seemed to be a little stunned. I didn't know that sex took so much out of a man.

"Um, are there any other crew members who are going to insist on me thanking them?" I asked Jack.

"Ah, no," said Jack. "Just me and the Captain."

"Oh. Are you going to let me have my bikini now or are the pair of you going to insist on thanking me again? I've heard that some men like to do that sort of thing more than once."

"No, no," Jack assured me. "I'll get you your bikini right now. We won't have time for anything else as we have to get home."

With that he almost bolted from the cabin, stopping back a moment later to toss my bikini in. Half an hour later he told me that they were tied up and I could go ashore.

Going up on deck I saw that we were tied to a jetty, not too far from where I'd rented that dreadful motor-boat. Captain Jack and Jack Junior were standing next to the board I had to cross to get to the jetty. I crossed quickly over, turning to wave goodbye.

The odd thing was that, as I was leaving, Captain Jack crossed himself and said, "Lord have mercy. I'll swear she's a succubus," to which Jack Junior said, "Amen," and sounded as though he meant it.

One of these days I'm going to look up that word and see just what it means.



Boating Adventure



Given the size of our 26 foot Wellcraft powerboat, we always stayed within sight of land. Lynn and I enjoyed our weekends, cruising along Florida's West Coast and soaking up the sunshine. We also participated in the local powerboat club's parties and outings. Ours was one of the smaller boats, and we dreamed of someday owning a bigger craft with a galley, air conditioning, and big sleeping berths. Other members of the club often invited us to raft up and enjoy the comforts of one of the bigger boats, and we made a lot of friends.

One couple in particular berthed their big 58 foot Bertram in the same marina and extended an open invitation to join them when we were out together. Sam was a tall, muscular fellow with a deep tan that spoke of his many days in the Florida sun. Sam's wife, Kate, was short (an inch or two over five feet) and quite busty. She had dark hair and a bronze tan. Kate liked fashionable, glitzy clothes and she looked flashy wearing her gold ankle bracelet, a toe ring, and bejeweled necklaces. Big diamonds adorned her finger and ear lobes. People took a second look when she flashed her broad pearly smile in a singularly flirty way. 

Kate was a tease and something of an exhibitionist. She always seemed to have the smallest swimsuit done in a wild animal print or thin metallic fabric. Her large breasts bulged out of the top of her suit, and the bottoms were often skimpy enough that you could see the top half of the small rose tattoo a distance below her belly button. Other female club members, including Lynn, just shrugged off Kate's garb. "She just likes to show off a bit," Lynn would tell me. "Kate is really very nice."

"Sam is a good guy too," I would reply. "He has brawny good looks and I think he enjoys seeing Kate strut her stuff. She's quite a few years younger than Sam and he knows the other guys envy him."

"I guess that includes you, too, eh?" Lynn teased.

"Hell, Lynn, don't go getting uptight about Kate. I can't help it if she likes to show off her big boobs and cute body. We all have eyes, you know. I can't imagine that she's as good a lover as you."

"Hah," my wife replied. "I don't think you'll ever get a chance to compare the two of us."

I looked over at my wife. Lynn is tall, about 5'8" with a slender build and milky 38C breasts topped by small pink nipples that I love to suck. She has light brown hair and big brown eyes that sparkle when she speaks. The years have been kind to her since I first met her when she was still in her mid-teens. 

"So, I guess you haven't noticed that Sam spends a lot of time eyeing you, right?"

Lynn glanced over at me. "No, I haven't, Ken. Does he really?" she coyly asked.

"I've seen him look you over many times, and the looks aren't necessarily brotherly," I assured my wife.

"Guess I'll have to be more aware in the future," Lynn responded with a wink.

It seemed to me that my comment about Sam had touched a nerve and I decided to press the point.

"Can you imagine what it would be like to feel Sam's muscular body? Think how it might be to feel his hard cock rubbing against your leg, wanting you to touch him."

"Quit that kind of talk this minute!" Lynn gasped. "That won't happen either."

I smiled across the table at my red-faced wife. "You never can tell. Sam's got his eyes on you, and you know that I'm okay with anything you decide you want to experience."

"Don't keep saying that, you know I'm not going to do anything like that."

Feeling that I'd pressed the point as far as possible, I changed the subject and left Lynn to her visions.

...

Two weekends later, we were cruising again and heard Sam on the ship to shore radio. He invited us to join them and we headed over to where they were anchored. Within a short time, we were rafted up with Sam and Kate, sitting on their aft deck sipping margaritas. Kate was in a tiny gold bikini that made a metallic flash when she moved about. The suit was no more than strings with the small patches of cloth covering only the essentials. It was obvious that Kate had neglected to trim her bush for a few days. Short dark hair was showing around the edges of her tiny triangle. Naturally, Lynn caught me ogling Kate's rear as she bent to retrieve a paper napkin and she gave me 'the look' indicating that I was on thin ice.

In contrast, Lynn's two-piece suit was dark blue and rather modest. I had trimmed Lynn's brown bush for her the night before, so no hair was showing around her bottoms. 

After the second pitcher of margaritas, Kate and Lynn were busily chatting and feeling no pain. Sam was telling me about a deal he was working on, but I noticed that his eyes were focused on my wife's long legs and Sam kept leaning forward when Lynn reached for her glass. That is when I noticed that my wife's top was tied more loosely than normal. As she leaned over the table, he was getting a nice view of her boobs. That is when it dawned on me that Lynn had purposely tied her top that way to attract Sam's attention.

I glanced over at Kate and saw that she, too, had been watching Sam and Lynn's behavior. Kate grinned and gave me a sly wink as she sat back in her chair, letting her pendulous tits jiggle as they were barely contained in her bikini bra. I winked back to indicate that I also noticed and approved of their little game.

Kate turned to Lynn. "Let's take our drinks up on the bow and get some sun," she suggested as she rose from her chair. 

Dutifully, my sweet wife picked up her glass and followed our hostess up onto the bow. 

"Let's go up on the fly bridge. I want to show you the new navigation system," Sam suggested. "The view is much better up there as well," he added.

Once on the fly bridge, I quickly saw what Sam meant. Our wives were stretched out on the soft cushions and providing us with a bird's eye view of their barely clad bodies. 

"Lynn's got a great shape," Sam told me. "It's a shame that she keeps it covered all the time."

"Your Kate is stunning as well," I replied. "I can almost guess what you must see when she steps out of the shower," I added hoping he wouldn't take offense.

"My Kate's really built for a short gal," Sam chuckled. "She loves to show off, and I enjoy seeing her strut her stuff, too. I wonder what would happen if we encouraged the girls to go topless for us? It's just the four of us today, so what's the harm, right?"

"We can try, but frankly I doubt if Lynn would go for it," I cautioned. She's pretty conservative, but I know she got very red-faced when I told her that you had been giving her the eye."

Sam glanced over at me. "You saw me and didn't say anything to me about it?" he asked.

"Actually, I took it as a compliment to Lynn," I replied truthfully. "My wife's turned many a head, so why not enjoy the attention."

"That's how I feel, exactly," Sam said with a nod. "Frankly, I've had fantasies that involved both Kate and your Lynn more than once."

I smiled. "Well, since we're being completely honest, so have I. Also, I don't think today's coy little show that Lynn put on for you was accidental."

"You saw that too, eh?" Sam grimaced.

I nodded. "My wife had her top tied pretty loose and I think that was meant for you, Sam."

My host smiled broadly. "Well, if you're game, let's see how far we can get our ladies to go this afternoon. Who knows where this might lead."

Sam stood and leaned over the windscreen. "Hey girls, you're going to create some strong tan lines like that. Why don't you remove those tops and get nice even suntans? What do you say?"

Kate looked up at her husband and saw my face staring down next to him. "You two horny men just want to see our tits. You don't care a hoot about our suntans," she responded with a giggle.

"Let's moon 'em," Sam whispered and I nodded.

We pulled our suits down and stuck our bare white bottoms up to the console. 

"You don't want to look like this do you?" Sam shouted as both wives stared up at us in shock.

I looked over at Sam and saw his cock begin to rise with the excitement. Our cocks were almost identical in length and thickness I gauged. We were both cut.

"That's enough," Kate shouted. "Either pull your trunks up or take them off, one or the other," she added with a sharp laugh.

"We will if you will," Sam teased back.

Kate held her glass up and drank the last third of her margarita. "Is that a dare, Sam?" she asked.

"Damn straight," he responded and looked over at me to confirm that I was with him.

Lynn watched and listened to the exchange with wonder in her eyes. She had just seen Sam display his naked ass. Now, she might be seeing him completely nude. She shivered and realized that she actually wanted to see Sam naked.

"You guys first," Kate replied with a hint of malice in her voice. "We don't trust you to actually do it, do we Lynn?"

Lynn finally spoke up, the margaritas providing just the right amount of courage. "Right, we don't trust you guys at all. You have to come down here with us without your trunks, then we'll see if you're chicken or not."

I couldn't believe my ears. My conservative wife was actually accepting Sam's dare, along with the obvious consequences.

Sam stepped out of his suit. "Let's go champ," he ordered and left his trunks and me on the bridge. 

I glanced down at my semi-hard cock and my crumpled suit. Quickly, I stepped out of my trunks and followed Sam down the ladder to the deck below. We stepped along the narrow walkway next to the cabin and emerged on the bow to face our two wives, still stretched out on the pads.

I watched my wife's eyes as they moved right past me and focused on Sam. He was standing with his feet apart and his hands on his hips, brazenly displaying his nude body to the women

"Damned if they didn't actually do it!" Kate said with a loud laugh. "I was sure that they would chicken out, weren't you, Lynn?"

Lynn was speechless and simply nodded her agreement. She finally looked over at me and shook her head. "You're naked!" she gasped. "And Kate is sitting right here with me."

"And now, little ladies, it's your turn," Sam challenged. "Off with your suits!"

Kate objected. "No, just our tops, like you said before, Sam."

Sam shook his head. "That was before you challenged us, honey. Now it's only fair that you remove all."

Kate turned to my wife. "It's just the two of them. Nobody else is around, what the hell."

Before Lynn could object or agree, Kate got to her feet. "Here, Lynn, untie my top for me please."

Wordlessly, my wife stood and began to pull the bow that held Kate's top around her bulging boobs. As Kate felt the strings fall away, she lifted her top over her head and dropped it onto the bow, completely exposing her 38DD breasts and large, dark nipples. 

Turning quickly, Kate reached behind Lynn and unhinged the clear plastic catch that held my wife's top together. Without hesitating, Kate lifted the loose top over Lynn's head and dropped it on top of hers.

Sam's eyes went immediately to my wife's 38Cs and her small pink nipples. They were now even smaller because they were erect and pointing right at him. Sam's erection was swift and quite evident.

"Wow, some contrast, eh?" Sam gushed. "Big and droopy meets nice and pink."

Kate punched Sam's arm and reached for his erect rod. "You can put that away...unless you intend to use it on someone."

"You two aren't done yet," Sam goaded. "Off with those bottoms now."

Kate looked at Sam for a long moment. "Are you sure you want to continue this, Sam? You two are making me very horny all of a sudden."

"Yeah," Sam quickly replied. "We want to see those pussies. Take it all off!"

"Remember, Sam, you asked for it," Kate cautioned, then she slowly pulled the strings that held her gold metallic triangles against her charms. 

I watched in amazement as Kate untied her bottoms and let the tiny triangles slither down her legs. Her thick bush effectively covered her slit and it was easy to tell where she normally trimmed the stray hairs that grew out from her mound and onto her upper thighs. The only hint that the hair covered something was the light glistening off of the nectar that was leaking out.

I felt my own cock begin to rise as I got my first full frontal view of Kate. I became even more rigid when Kate moved to Lynn's side and slowly began to pull my wife's suit down her slender legs. Lynn stood silently as her bottom fell to her ankles, and then she simply stepped out of them and stood with her arms at her side, watching Sam's reaction.

Now, I had just trimmed Lynn's bush the day before. It is light brown and not very thick, so it was easy to see her slit. I also trimmed up about halfway up on her outer lips. I knew that Sam could see my wife's slit and the size and shape of her pretty mound. It was obvious that Lynn, too, was aroused from the wetness along her slit.

There was an awkward moment as we all stared at each other. Then, Lynn broke the silence. "I'm going to sit back down and sunbathe."

Kate joined her and they both stretched out on their tummies, giving us a view of two very nice asses.

"I'm going to make another pitcher of margaritas," Sam announced and began to make his way aft. 

I decided to sit down on the bow and wait for developments. Lynn had her head turned, but Kate was up on her arms, staring at me as I sat down facing them. I saw Kate lick her lips and I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind.

Sam returned and filled all our glasses. We all sat up Indian fashion, chatting and teasing as we polished off another pitcher. 

"You know, Kate and I have often thought about how it would be with another couple. Have you two ever wondered about that?" Sam asked in a low voice, trying to be tactful.

Lynn surprised me by answering Sam's exploratory question. "We talked about how Kate and I would compare as lovers a couple of weeks ago. I told Ken that he wouldn't get the chance to compare. He also tried to get me to imagine what you would be like, Sam. Isn't that a hoot?"

Sam glanced over at me and winked. "Well, Lynn, you're welcome to check me out if you like. With a little more encouragement, I might grow even bigger!"

Lynn looked directly at Sam's thick cock, then into his eyes. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were serious."

"Go ahead, Lynn," Kate urged. "I dare you to reach over and feel Sam's cock right now."

I decided that I had better speak up too. "Yeah, honey, just hold it and see if it feels any different. You can hold mine at the same time and compare."

"No! It's bad enough that we're sitting here stark naked out in the open like this. I can't just reach over and grab two stiff cocks like that."

"Why not?" I replied as the thought of my wife doing it coursed through my brain. You may find that you like it after you've experienced holding two cocks at once."

More than a little bewildered, Lynn sat considering her options for a long moment. "Kate wouldn't like it," she finally blurted out defensively.

"Hey, it was my dare, remember? Go ahead, then it's my turn," Kate added with a sly grin.

"Well, maybe just for a second," Lynn finally conceded. She leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around my hard rod first, then very tentatively reached over to Sam. I felt my wife squeeze my pecker and watched as her hand began to explore Sam's prick. She moved her hand on mine then stroked Sam a few times, closing her eyes as she alternated.

"Actually, they feel about the same," Lynn told Kate. Then, she moved her hand down and cupped my balls, doing the same with Sam. 

"I think Sam's balls are a little bigger, but not by much," Lynn continued as she weighed us in her two hands.

Kate was watching intently as Lynn stroked us and made her comparison. "Let me see now," Kate pleaded. 

Lynn scooted back and made room for Kate to take her place. Kate followed Lynn's earlier analysis, starting with our stiff pricks, then checking our scrotums. I began to throb as Kate's small hand began to stroke me and tantalize my balls. I gazed at her thick bush and I could almost taste the nectar that was clearly evident. 

"You're right, Lynn, there's no way to tell the difference this way. Our men are built the same. I'll bet they even taste the same."

Lynn objected. "We can't do something like that up here in plain sight! What if another boat comes this way?"

Kate nodded. "You're exactly right, Lynn. We need to go below for that comparison." With that, Kate stood and began to make her way below. 

I could tell that Sam wasn't about to let the chance go by. He jumped to his feet, hard on waving above us, and followed his wife down the walkway and into the cabin below.

"Well, I guess the dare is still on," I stated and rose to my feet, holding out my hand to Lynn.

My wife shook her head slowly, but then took my hand and, together, we went below.

"All right," Kate said as we entered the cabin. "You boys sit on the sofa so that you are easier to compare."

We did as she asked, although the trip below had turned our stiff rods into semi-soft members. 

"Who will do the first taste test?" Sam wondered.

"We'll flip a coin," Kate replied and rummaged through her purse for a quarter. Kate flipped and Lynn called heads. 

"Heads it is," Kate announced. "Lynn, you get their heads first," she giggled at her pun.

My wife approached us and knelt between my legs first. I think she felt that I would not object if she did me first. She placed her around my cock and stroked it a few times, then lowered her head and took me into her warm mouth. She held my balls and used her thumb to guide my cock. Her tongue circled the head of my now-erect penis and slid down the backside. She knows that those two moves drive me crazy. I felt a small surge and knew that some pre-cum was leaking onto her tongue. That was what she was waiting for.

Lynn's mouth popped off of my throbbing dick and with a single move, she was between Sam's knees, her mouth sliding down his rigid shaft. I watched as my wife performed the same techniques on Sam as she had just done on me. Sam's head fell back and he groaned as Lynn sucked him and fondled his large balls. In a matter of moments, Lynn tasted Sam's pre-cum and quickly released his cock with an audible pop.

"Kate, they both taste the same to me. I guess you are going to have to try them to see if you can tell any difference."

Kate took up Lynn's position and began to suck her husband's throbbing member. Kate worked rapidly and in moments released Sam. She slid between my legs and swallowed my bouncing cock until I felt the head hit the back of her throat. Kate's technique lacked sophistication and I found myself yearning for my wife's marvelous ways. In spite of Kate's urgency, I managed to donate some pre-cum and Kate immediately licked her lips and moved back. 

"I can't tell a difference in taste either," Kate pronounced. "I guess we're going to have to try them out and compare how they each feel, if we're going to do this right."

Lynn gasped. "Do you mean you want to swap husbands, Kate?"

"Well, that's the only thing left, isn't it?" Kate replied quietly. "We'll just let one do enough to get the feel of him, then go to the other and compare the two feelings, okay?"

Sam spoke up. "Hey, don't we get a say in this?"

"No, Sam, you don't get a say. Lynn and I are conducting a scientific test here and you two men are our guinea pigs, so to speak. You're going to give Lynn a small sample, and I'm going to get a small sample from Ken. Then Lynn and I can compare and see which one we like the best."

"Can we perform a little preparation before each test?" I innocently asked. 

Kate, who seemed to be the leader now, glanced at me and shrugged. "I think we could allow that, don't you agree, Lynn?"

My wife kept her eyes on the floor and simply nodded her agreement. She knew what I had in mind. "We need some privacy, I think," Lynn suggested.




Boating Adventure



Kate quickly agreed with my wife. "Okay, Lynn, you can have our aft cabin with the big bed. I'll take the bow cabin. The men will move between the two cabins. Let's get started with our own spouses first."

I was surprised how wet Lynn was when we sprawled on the king bed in the spacious aft cabin. She promptly moved onto her back and spread her legs to allow me to slide my face between them. The aroma and taste my wife was emitting told me that she was ready for a new adventure. After a few minutes of licking and sucking on her delicious nest, I moved to her and slid inside her warmth. She surprised me when, after only a minute or so, she pulled back and asked me to stop. 

"I know how you feel now. It's clear in my mind, so I think it's time to change." I rose from the bed and kissed my wife several times. "Don't forget, I love you," I mumbled as I kissed her one more time. 

I met Sam coming the other way. He smiled when he saw me. "Guess they both want the comparison to happen pretty fast, eh?" He slapped me on the back as he went aft. "Good luck," he added.

Entering the bow suite, I saw Kate lying nude, legs spread, and her fingers buried in her pussy. "Eat me, eat my wet pussy," she commanded. 

Dutifully, I moved to her and began to use my fingers and tongue to part her thick bush, searching for the pink inner labia that I knew were hidden there. Finally, my tongue discovered the spot and I tasted Kate's sweet nectar. This time, there was no hurry. I licked and sucked up and her sopping slit over and over, even moving lower to rim her little rear star. I felt Kate shakes and her legs became rigid as her first orgasm hit her hard. She flooded my face with her liquid loving and I swallowed all that I could recover. 

"Fuck me, Ken, fuck me now," Kate begged. "I need you inside me!"

I slid up Kate's body and took one of her soft tits into my mouth. I sucked her nipple, then moved up more and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juice. As our tongues darted back and forth, I felt her legs grip me. In one swift motion, I sank my thick cock all the way inside. My balls slapped against her wide ass as her fingers gripped my back, urging me to fuck her harder and faster.

"Oh yes, your cock feels so good," Kate whispered in my ear. "Now, I can tell a difference for sure. You can fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum again with your nice cock."

I couldn't believe how desperate Kate sounded. She was like a crazed woman, begging for my cock like Sam couldn't satisfy her cravings. I wondered what was taking place in the aft cabin between Sam and my wife.

Kate gasped. "Wait, I want you to fuck me doggie style too. Let me get up."

Now, Lynn doesn't like it doggie style. She says it doesn't feel as good, so I was happy to oblige Kate. She moved into position and I easily reentered from the rear. As I began to plunge into her soaking hole, I slapped her ass a couple of times, just to see her reaction.

"Yes, oh yes, slap my ass, baby. Slap my ass and fuck me hard with your big cock," she pleaded. "I like it rough sometimes."

Fucking Lynn is always slow and gentle. Kate's desires lit some entirely new fires within me and I was enjoying the difference. Kate didn't want just a quick sample either. She enjoyed at least two more long climaxes while I fucked her from the rear and pulled on her hanging tits. At times, she would rub her clitoris and feel the point where my shaft entered her wet cunt. 

We fucked in at least four different positions that first time. I had her legs up on my shoulders, and then I pressed her knees up against her ample chest, going as deep as possible before unloading my semen into her. I think we stayed in the bow suite, fucking and playing, for more than an hour. I was exhausted, but Kate was still ready for more!

"Let's go see how Sam and Lynn are getting along," I suggested. "She should be through testing Sam by now."

We made our way aft and listened at the door. We could hear only soft moaning, so we knocked and entered. Lynn and Sam were stretched out in the middle of the big bed caressing each other. Lynn looked up and attempted to move away, but Sam held her to him. "It's okay, Lynn, don't go away," he urged.

Kate and I moved up onto the bed. Kate went to Sam's side and I went to Lynn's side. Slowly they turned toward us and I was finally able to hold my wife in my arms again. Kate and Sam were doing the same thing. 

"Was he good?" Sam asked Kate. "Could you tell a difference?"

"Uh huh, Ken was very good," she confessed. "There definitely was a difference, but you're still my man."

"Was Sam good?" I asked Lynn as I massaged her breast. "Was he different?"

"He felt the same, I think, but his technique is different. There was a difference and it was enjoyable to be able to experience that unique feeling. I liked it a lot," my wife added with a smile.

Kate raised up and smiled. "We can do this again, you know. Now that we know that we all like it, there's no reason not to enjoy ourselves."

Sam interrupted. "Who says we're through, Kate? I am going to go exploring and see what kind of treat Ken has deposited inside that wet pussy of yours."

I looked into Lynn's big brown eyes. "Did Sam leave a treat for me too?"

"You'd better check to see," my wife replied coyly as she smiled and pushed the top of my head downward.

End



Boating All Summer Long



It was this past spring when I convinced my wife to take the moldy money out of the savings to buy a used boat. A friend of the family was selling and with gas prices, I understood why, but I had other plans.

With the kids older now and all but on their own, the wife and I can leave for a weekend alone, camping at the local lake. Now with the boat anchored off shore, we can jump in and take a cruise, day or night.

Several times during the summer, we found time to sneak away from our friends to find a hidden cove. The sight of my wife naked in the sun excites me and she enjoys the attention and the orgasms. 

Last weekend, we again christened the boat. After a relaxing day, we took to the boat and to our favorite part of the lake to watch the last of the sun. Even on a small lake in Western Pennsylvania, the sunsets can be spectacular. This evening was no exception and the group of boats relaxed into the evening. Now the sun was gone and the group of boats disbursed and we were left in the lingering remnants of the sunset. 

With the anchor and navigation lights on, I gunned the idling engine and we chased the sunset on a due west course. It is truly amazing how much can be seen after dark, but not wanting to spoil the expected events, caution was in order while we looked for a secluded cove out of sight from the 'night fishermen'. 

Janis, not able to wait, she pulled her bathing suit to one side and began fingering herself as she slouched in the boat seat. She alternated between flicking her finger over her needy clit and sliding one finger inside of her. 

Checking several coves only to find them occupied, I heard the tell tale sign of her impending orgasm. Throttling back to an idle, I watched my beautiful wife complete her orgasm with a flying finger frigging herself. Her body quivered and she moaned in the night air. Her orgasm was apparent and exciting. "Find a place and quick. I need more!"

We found a spot, not quite as secluded as we had hoped, but it was dark and we were horny. The anchor was thrown overboard and secured. The navigation lights turned off so only the anchor light and the moon shown. I pulled my swimming trunks to my ankles and she bent over to service the captain. 22 years of marriage and 4 years of dating, we understand what needs we have. Janis was took my cock into her mouth and began the expert sucking and teasing she knows I love. I was hard as a rock and sat back relaxing and enjoy her efforts. I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth and then reappeared, glistening with her saliva. Damn, she was good. Maybe too good.

After admiring the stars and my wife's oral talents, I pushed her back into her seat and began tugging at her fleece throw and suit top. She balked at the thoughts of being topless in a pitch black night, but I convinced her that I would put her zipped fleece back on, and I held my word.... It just didn't get zipped.

Suckling on her breasts, she didn't seem to mind either. The night air, cool and crisp, made her nipples hard ..... or was it the arousing environment and anticipation of the sex. The anticipation was soon behind us as she moved to the open bow, dropping her suit bottom and allowing me to enter her. I hovered over her, not touching her other than my hard cock sliding deep and rhythmically in and out of her. She closed her eyes and began moaning as I picked up the pace. She felt so good; warm, soft and wet. She came quickly as I watched her breasts peaking out from the throw. I live to make her orgasm and love hearing her and feeling her wetness.

Not wanting to disappoint, I continued with more of the same. She didn't mind as her second orgasm quickly followed the first. This one was culminated with a passionate kiss on her lips followed by a kiss on her neck. This drives her crazy and intensifies her orgasm.

The pace slowed after her climax as I enjoyed the fruit of our labor. Feeling my cock in the wetness turns me on almost as much as the now exposed breasts. But I had another idea. I wanted her on the engine cover. Even though our favorite position is doggy style, tonight, I wanted her legs spread as I positioned myself at her opening. I didn't hesitate as my needs were starting to overwhelm my desire to make her cum again. I pushed into her deep and with one motion. I watched as the anchor light shown on her bare shoulders and chest. The fleece cover-up was around her elbows and I now had a clear view of her chest. The sights made me thrust harder and I felt my orgasm beginning to grow. The sex got rougher and I banged against her pushing as deep as I could. She enjoyed it too as her head went back and her now audible moans increased in volume and intensity. I knew she was cumming and it excited me that she didn't care if someone would hear or not. 

The rhythm picked up and I watched her breasts move with each thrust. That was it. I was at the end of my control. She came as I felt my cum rushing through me, leaving my body and into her with spurt after spurt. 

We collapsed on each other, enjoying the night and our passion.

Realizing our vulnerability, we gathered ourselves and enjoyed a few more peaceful moments before heading back to the waiting friends who knew all too well what we had been up to. Now, another adventure successfully accomplished we can work continue and find more ideas to build upon...... like having and audience?



Boating & Baseball?



I have Mondays off. It was a Monday in September. I decided to take a long boat trip down the river. There's a restaurant on the river outside Louisville that has a great Monday deal since no one is out on Monday. Louisville is about two hours by water on my little boat. That's where I was headed.

My little boat is a 1958 Chris*Craft cabin cruiser, 19' long with a 90 Horsepower engine. I saved it from rot, and rebuilt it, bottom-up. My friend Bob was the mastermind, I was the grunt. She (the boat) came out great. I call her 'Nick of Time' because that's when I caught her, in a nick of time.

Nick is a planing hull. That means the boat, under power, dances across the top of the waves, instead of powering through them.

That particular Monday morning, I did not fill up with fuel at my home marina. They were out of outboard oil. I knew of a marina about 15 miles downriver that had the oil, which I needed to fill up with fuel. I headed downriver.

No one is out on Mondays. I always have the river to myself. Marinas are only open because of weekend tragedies and rich folk heading home. If I encounter a boat on Monday, it's big.

I headed for my little marina, where fuel and oil awaited me. It's about a 20 minute ride, so I thought I could get away with airing out my tits. That's what I call it, baring my breasts to the wind and the elements. I love the wind on my bare tits. My nipples get really hard. I know some girls hate having hard nipples, but I really love it. The harder my nipples, the harder I cum.

I took my top off and zipped down the river, nipples pointed in the direction of travel. God, I was hot and it wasn't the sun.

When I approached the marina where I needed to fill up, I put my top back on and a big, baggy t-shirt. If you show a little ass, you get better service, but if you show too much tit, service slows down so you'll be there longer.

This time, when I pulled up to the dock, no one jumped out to help. The two old guys who were usually there were preoccupied with another guy on the dock. He was really good-looking. He held a trashed impeller in his hand. I pulled up and tied off in obscurity. The old guys who ran the place on the off days, didn't notice me. I think T&A has less influence on old guys. I oiled up and fueled up. As I stepped up to get my receipt, I heard the new guy say, "It's just a $20 item, isn't there anywhere around here I can get one?"

"Well, I expect Southeastern Marine in Scottsburg would have it. That's 25 miles up the road. And I know Marine Sales in Louisville would have it, they're right on the river," said one old guy.

"Can you get it for me today?" the great looking guy asked.

"Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m. That's what Fed-Ex says, or a $100 taxi ride to Scottsburg and back."

"Damn, I'm gonna miss the game..." he said.

At that point, I could resist no longer. "What's up? Can I help?"

"Oh, Miz Mikie! How d' ya do?" answered the geezer, "This fella has lost his impeller, and we can't get him fixed. You know we haven't had a service department since Jake retired. I don't know what to do for him," said the old guy.

"I was going to Captain's Quarters for lunch anyway, maybe I can help. Joe, call Marine Sales and make sure they have the impeller, and I'll take Mr. What? there and back. Maybe he'll pay for some fuel and my lunch," I offered.

"Bill, Bill Medford," the young guy stammered. "You'd do that for me? That's great! I'll buy your fuel and your lunch and spot you a c-note," he said.

"Bill, you are hopelessly out of date. A "c-note"! Have you been watching old Bogart movies? You're an idiot! But I'll help you. I'm going that way anyway, and you can help out with the cash. Fine," I said.

He climbed aboard my little boat, and stood close. I idled out into the channel. Before I put the boat up on plane, I pulled off my large t-shirt. This guy was hot, and I decided I wanted him.

I had stowed the helm seat, so I had to stand to pilot the boat. My bikini was really cute. It was orange with ties on either hip, and a tie between the breasts. This was my favorite suit, tiny. I love showing my body. If I am in a crowd, have had a few beers, and someone shouts, "Show us your tits!" I will.

We headed for Marine Sales in Louisville.

I heard Bill's story. He was quite the baseball fan, especially the St. Louis Cardinals, since that's where he was from. He decided to boat to as many ball parks as he could. He had been to Pittsburgh for the series with the Pirates, then to Cincinnati for the Cardinals' series with the Reds. He was headed to Louisville for a minor league game at Slugger Field. He had a 24' Rinker with an inboard/outboard. He was enough of a gearhead that he could work on his boat himself. He had noticed his engine over heating, and knew it was an impeller. It's an easy part to change, you've just got to have the part.

He was a really nice guy, very level headed and very passionate about baseball. And he was damn good looking. 5'8", maybe 180, sun-bleached brown hair, green eyes, broad, nearly hairless chest. He was in his thirties, no wedding ring

After nearly half an hour, I asked him to put sun screen on my back. The sun was bearing down on my back, and I needed it. He smoothed the lotion on my back and shoulders. His big hands on my back felt great! He didn't just rub the lotion on, he massaged my back as I held on the steering wheel. I got really horny. I decided to make my move.

When he was finished, I turned toward him. I 'accidentally' caught my thumb in the middle loop of my top, untying it, and it dropped to either side. I faced him bare-breasted. "Whoops!" I said, and made to tie my top back, no small feat while piloting a boat at speed.

"Screw it!" I said. "I'd rather be topless aboard the boat anyway, no tan lines that way. Do you mind?"

"Uh, no, I don't mind," he stammered, staring at my tits. "You're right, no tan lines, very nice." You can't really expect a guy to come up with a great line when a girl has unexpectedly bared her breasts for him.

"I really like my tits. Tits are one of the best things about being a girl. It's like having a built-in advertisement for guys. Besides, they are fun to play with. I have a girlfriend who says that she is bored with hers, but I have never tired of mine," I told him.

"They are really quite nice," he hadn't taken his eyes off my tits even once. And he had an obvious, raging hard-on. This was all good. He sure as hell wasn't gay.

"Thanks. You don't think they're too small?" I asked, looking down at my hard nipples.

"No, absolutely not. They are just perfect."

I just smiled and let him look. As the boat bounced across the waves, my little boobs bounced. Bill stared. I got even wetter. I was creaming my bikini bottoms.

"Hey, I know you're on a time schedule," I said finally, "but I have to say, I sure would like to fuck you. I know I'm being forward, but I'm being straightforward. I'd like to fuck you, if you don't mind fucking a girl you just met. Maybe we could fuck underway. It would save time."

"Well, I have to say, this; This just doesn't happen in real life. A beautiful woman, out of the blue, wants to fuck me? This is stuff you read in Penthouse Forum, but it isn't real. You're not serious, are you?" he asked.

"Look, guys do it all the time." I said with one hand on the wheel and one on my hip, tits up. "Have you never wined and dined someone with the only idea being to get in her pants? You didn't want a 'relationship', you wanted a fuck. Right?"

"Well, yeah, but that was quite a ritual. It took hours and several dates sometimes to score. You are incredibly sexy, and you just want to fuck? Me? Now?"

"Have I just not been clear enough? You're hot, I'm really hot. You'll be gone tomorrow, so we don't have time for the ritual stuff. Let's just fuck and shut up, OK?" I asked as I untied the sides of my bikini bottom. It fell to the deck , and I bent over the steering wheel, showing my wide open pussy to him. Getting the idea, Bill dropped trow and slid in behind me and started to stick his dick up in me. I bumped the throttle up full and slammed my cunt on his dick as the boat picked up speed. The bouncing over the waves pumped him in and out of me in rythym to the river. I could feel the orgasm coming from a long way off. When his pace increased and the waves became steeper, I cut the throttle and the boat slowed suddenly. Momentum slammed me back on his dick and I camewith a squeal and a shiver. I idled toward a cove and cut the motor.

"It's just too dangerous for me to drive while coming. Screw your schedule, I'm fucking you here and now." 

I pulled the boat into a cove at the mouth of a creek and set the boat down. I scampered out onto the deck, butt-naked and tossed in the anchor. Back in the cockpit (never more appropriately named) I sat on the aft bench, put my heels on the edge, spread my knees and pointed at my pussy. "Right here, big boy!" He didn't need more prompting.

He knelt before me and thrust his dick up into me. I squealed again. I love watching a cock pump in and out of me, and this one was nice and fat. Each time he shoved into me, the boat rocked, which seemed to add to the energy of his pounding. We were sweating and making animal sounds. I slid down so that he could get deeper inside me, and he did. He played with my tits, tweaking my nipples. I let him do the work. I was just the sex receptacle, and that was enough.

His pace increased and his words became less intelligible. He was close to the edge and so was I. Just when I was sure he was about to blow, he pulled out of me, stood, jacked his shaft a few strokes and shot his wad on my chest. It was like they do in porno movies.

Normally, I like to feel the guy come inside me. The feeling of the throbbing and the hot jizz spurting into me usually brings me off. But this was kind of exciting. First, the man was full of come. He came on my tits, my belly and my pussy. His last shot hit my open mouth and I swallowed it. I started to rub it all over my skin like it was lotion. That felt really good. I was sticky and gooey all over and I loved it. But I was still on the edge of my own orgasm.

I stood and said, "Bring that dick over here." He was still semi-hard, which was all I thought I would need. Fucking standing up can be really good. I put one foot on the bench to open up my pussy, grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock all over my cunt. I put the head just between my pussy lips and rubbed up and down, just nipping my clit. The juice was running out of me. Then I pulled his dick into me, jammed my pussy to his hilt a few strokes and I came. I think I screamed in his ear.

We stood facing each other, his softening cock still just inside me. "Very nice ride, Captain," he said to me. "I proudly offer the best rides around," I replied.

We reeked of sweat and sex. "I'm going for a swim," I said and dove into the water. Now the river doesn't make for the cleanest swimming hole, but I wasn't very clean anyway. He followed me in and we paddled around a while, but I could tell he was antsy. He was on a schedule.

We climbed back aboard. I went out on the deck and pulled up the anchor, still nude and loving it. As I stowed the anchor, I noticed a bass fishing boat a short way up the creek. An older gentleman sat in his fishing chair, his lines totally ignored. He was staring at me. How long he had been there, I didn't know. But creeks are very popular with bass fishermen. He may well have seen the whole show. I stood and waved at him, giving him a full view. Fishermen don't usually wave, but this one grinned and waved back at me. I turned, bent over, gave him a nice ass shot, and returned to the helm.

"I think we'll still make your schedule," I said as I began to dress.

"Baseball seems less important now, for some reason," he said. "Do you have to put clothes back on?"

"My ass will stick to the seat if I don't have on bottoms (voice of experience), but there's no need for that silly top until we get closer," I replied as I pointed my tits at him.

We got his impeller and got back to his boat with lots of heavy petting en route. Fully dressed, I helped him install the part on his boat. We fucked one more time with my back up against the engine block and his cock pumping in and out of me like one of the pistons in the big-block Chevy.

When it was time to part, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers. "When you're in St. Louis, you've got to look me up," he said.

"Well, I hate the Cardinals," I replied, "but maybe we could get together for a little ball..."



Boating can be Fun!



It had been a hard week on the road. I had left Monday, hit three cities, four clients, and my flight home Friday night was 3 hours late. I didn't get home until 9:30PM and I was bushed. Michele, my wife, is very understanding about my work. She realizes that to live the lifestyle we live, it is something that I need to do. I took a quick shower and headed for the bedroom. All week, we had talked about going boating on Saturday to our favorite spot. Michele jumped in bed and snuggled up to me. While I would normally never turn down her charm, I had to ask her for a rain check. I rolled over and was out like a light.

Saturday morning, I woke up early ready to go. I had a quick breakfast, ran to the store to get ice and supplies, and then it was back to the house to hook our flats boat to my SUV. Hearing me up and getting the boat ready, Michele grabbed her coffee and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Once I had the boat and cooler ready to go, I went back inside to check on Michele and get ready myself. As I headed for the shower, I could see that Michele was wearing a new bikini top and bikini shorts. Boy, they looked hot on her. You see, we are both in our late 20's and I think she still has the hottest body around though I don't get to sample it as much as I used to. Five years ago when we got married, it seemed like we did it all the time. Now, not quite as often and not quite with the same sizzle. 

We headed out to our favorite boat ramp, dropped the boat in the water, parked the SUV, and headed out on the water. A 20 minute run and we idled toward our private spot. I saw a fisherman wading nearby but that is pretty common so I didn't think anything of it. I beached the boat in a cove on the bay side of the barrier island. I had discovered this place a few years ago and it became our own little oasis. It is an out of the way place that very few boats pass. We enjoy the privacy there.

I turned the radio on low, put a beach towel on the flat bow area of the boat for Michele and poured us two bloody Marys. Well, the first drink lead to a second and then a short time later we switched to the Margarita's I brought. I could feel the stress leaving my body.

Starting to feel the effects of our drinks, Michele stood up and did a slow gyration. She pulled her top over her head to reveal the new bikini top. While I saw it in the bathroom, I now realized that it was much smaller than she normally wears and that seemed to barely cover her nipples. Then she put her thumbs under the waist band of her bikini shorts and teasingly started to push them down. I realized that it was a thong and it instantly got my attention. Shortly after we were married, Michele quit wearing her thong bikinis. When she removed her bikini shorts, she came over to me.

"Do you like what you see Big Boy?" She said. I just grinned.

Michele then laid on her stomach on the bow of the boat. While the large flat area on the front of the boat is great for fishing, it also makes a great place for Michele to lay out. She reached behind and untied her top and threw it to me. The sun was quite high now and it was getting hot. After a while, Michele rolled over onto her back and didn't bother to cover up. Sunbathing topless is not the norm for her but I was pleased that she decided to go topless. Due to the heat, she pulled her hat down over her face to keep her face from burning. 

Since it was almost a week since we had done "it", seeing her laying there got me instantly excited. I sat down beside her and started to rub my hands over her body. 

"Hmmmmm....that feels good," she purred.

It was at this point that I saw him, the fisherman. He had been wading along the shoreline. When he came into view, he was maybe 50 yards away. He seemed more interested in fishing than us and slowly worked his way toward us. It was at that point, that a plan came to mind.

I started to massage Michele's tits, gently pinching her nipples. First one and then the other. Then I worked my hand down her stomach and started to rub her pussy through her suit. It didn't take long for her to start pushing back on my hand. 

"More," was all she said.

I grabbed the sides of her thong and she raised her hips so that I could slide them down her legs. She spread her legs a part a little so I could rub her clit. By now, the fisherman was very close to the boat and had stopped fishing and started to enjoy the show. With her hat over her face, Michele didn't know that the fisherman was only a few feet away enjoying her naked beauty. I kept teasing her clit bringing her to near orgasm and then slowing down. I could tell that she was getting close as she was raising her hips to meet my fingers.

"Do you realize that you are laying naked on the boat for anyone passing by to see," I said.

"Nobody is going to see us. Besides, I really need to come." She said still moving her hips to meet me. "Please make me come."

"Do you want me to stop if someone spots us?" I said winking at the fisherman. He remained still, his eyes transfixed on Michele's naked body.

"I just want to come. I don't care who watches me"

My raging hard-on needed some relief so I slid down my suit to free it.

"Imagine that a fisherman is close by and watching me rub you. Can he watch me fuck you?" I said as I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. 

She started to quiver. "Oh, yes.....I would love to see him play with himself"

The fisherman slid his shorts down revealing his hard cock. As I started to fuck Michele, he started to slowly stroke himself.

Michele had her first orgasm as soon as I entered her. I kept fucking her with long slow strokes trying to keep her just at the edge of the next climax.

"Please fuck me hard. I need it hard and deep." She said wiggling her hips.

"Turn over and get on your knees," I said knowing it was the moment of truth.

Michele grabbed her hat and rolled over onto her knees. I grabbed her hips and entered her pussy just as she saw the fisherman standing in front of her. She let out a yelp and then turned and looked into my eyes. I could see that she was ripe with lust but also confused.

"I thought I would let him watch me fuck my wife," I said as I fucked her hard and fast.

She turned and looked at me again. There was something different in her eyes this time. "So it is a turn-on for you to let another man see you fucking your naked wife."

"Oh, yes.....I really want to see you suck him", I said.

Without hesitation, Michele motioned for the fisherman to come to her. She grabbed his cock and started to pump it. "Can I?" she said putting her lips on his cock, not waiting for my answer. Seeing this turned me on even more, and I started to furiously fuck her. I knew we all were going to come soon. I could feel her start to come as she feverishly sucked his cock. The pulsing of her pussy was too much for me and I started to shoot my load into her. I could see the fisherman tense up. Michele caught most of his come in her mouth but a couple of squirts landed on her chin. She licked his cock clean before letting it slip from her lips. She looked so sexy with come on her face.

My cock slipped out of Michele's pussy and I stood up to observe the scene. Michele had rolled onto her back and may no effort to cover up. This was definitely a side of Michele that I hadn't seen.

"I want to come again," she said as she started to masturbate. She looked into my eyes and then as she looked into the fisherman's eyes, she seemed to quiver. She reached out and took his hand and guided it to her pussy. He got the message and started to rub her clit. With his other hand, he started to rub her thigh. Michele arched her back and moved her head from side to side as she experienced wave after wave of powerful orgasms. Finally, she reached her limit and grabbed his hand squeezing her legs together.

"No more," she said with a sigh. She laid there with her legs spread making no effort to cover up. 

It was quiet for a moment, and then the fisherman said "sorry for interrupting you two....my name is Paul". For the first time, I realized that Paul was about our age and in very good shape.

"Join us for a drink," Michele said getting up and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Are you sure," Paul said as he started to put on his trunks.

She reached out and grabbed them from him "you won't need these around us"

We all took a dip before sitting on our boat chatting. I got everyone a fresh Margarita. Paul admitted that he fished out in the area often and likes fishing along the shore as he sometimes would catch a show. He did say that this was the best show he had ever seen and the first time he participated. 

With the hot sun, ice cold Margaritas, and great conversation; we were all having a great time. Michele stood up and started to dance. She was running her hands over her body and it was obvious that she was ready for round two. Seeing the way Paul was looking at her, I started to get hard. In fact, so was he. 

"Watching me suck Paul really turned you on, didn't it" she said to me.

My reply was to start stroking my growing hard-on.

Michele climbed down off the boat and stood in the shallow water.

"Sit down and enjoy" was all she said to me.

Michele turned to Paul and started to passionately kiss him. Not a peck but a no holds bar kiss. 

"He wants you to fuck me and I plan on us giving him a good show" she said to Paul. 

As they kissed, Michele and Paul started to explore each others body. Michele ran her hands along his back and ass then settled on stroking his cock. Paul started by massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. As he slid a hand between her legs, Michele widened her stanch to give him easy access to her pussy.

After making sure that Paul was good and hard, Michele laid on her back on the edge of the boat. With Paul standing in the water, her pussy was just at the right level for her pussy. She took his cock and guided it into her pussy. Paul put her feet on his shouldes and slowly fucked her.

Michele looked at me with a glaze in her eyes.

"I can't believe that I am letting a stranger fuck me. I can't believe that it is turning you on much" she said. "I feel so slutty. I am so turned on. I'll do anything you want if you let me come."

"I want to see you sit on his cock", I said

Immediately, Michele slid back and grabbed Paul's hand and pulled him up on the boat. Paul took the direction and laid on his back. Michele turned him so that I could watch her lower her self on his cock. She lowered herself slowly guiding his cock into her, all the while looking in my eyes. Paul held her hips and guided her up and down.

She started to ride him with long hard strokes. The look in her eyes was pure lust. I was so turned on from watching the show she was putting on. I decided that I had watch long enough and wanted to participate. I crawled over to them and positioned my self behind her. I put both hands on her hips and then guided her up and down. I could tell that this was really getting to her. 

I let go of her hips and started to rub her ass. I eased my fingers along her crack until I came across her rosebud. It was already wet from all the action and I ran my fingers around it. Slowly, I inserted one finger into her ass as Paul continued to fuck her. Michele quivered.

"You are wanting to fuck my ass, aren't you?" she said. I just slid my finger in a little further. "You are wanting me to take two cocks at once."

"DO IT" she hissed.

I pushed her forward so that she was laying on Paul's chest. I positioned myself behind her and put my cock at her rosebud. Michele and I had anal sex before but it wasn't her favorite and she pretty much only gave it up for special occasions. 

There was a little resistance but then my cock easily slid into her ass. I could feel Paul's cock in her pussy and it made her ass that much tighter. Slowly, we both began to fuck her. 

"Oh gosh......I'm going to come......FUCK ME" she said. The voice didn't even sound like her.

Paul and I picked up the pace and where really giving it to her. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Michele started to trash her head as powerful orgasms raced through her body. Wave after wave of orgasms.

It was too much for me and I started to come pumping in her ass. Paul let out a groan, and started to come. It took a few seconds for the last waves of orgasms to run through our bodies.

We slowly uncoupled and took a dip in the water to rinse off. Back at the boat, we toweled off and put our suits back on. Michele came over and cuddled up in my arms and gave me a warm kiss.

Paul picked up his fishing gear and said that he needed to move all. With a warm goodbye, he made a cast away from us and started walking down the flats. 

Michele and I just chilled wondering how the events of the day would change us. I think it brought us closer together and I definitely think that it put a spark back in our sex life.



Boating Ch. 2



Chapter 2: The Awakening

I first fucked our corporate attorney, Janice, on my West Wight Potter sailboat. It was great. Our maturity and experience created an open comfortable atmosphere without inhibitions and without worry about showing a little gray hair, or a little extra padding. Since then, we managed to either boat, or find business trips with common destinations about twice a month. I grew accustomed to licking her clit, and to her sucking my cock with no provocation. She loved cock.

One weekend I told my wife that I was off to sail and explore the coast of Lake Michigan. She hates boats because she thinks they are uncomfortable, and was happy to have the weekend alone (that's another story). I headed to the marina, thinking about getting a great fuck and suck from Janice. I could just feel my tongue sink deep into her juicy pussy before I reversed and put my cock where my mouth had been, and vice versa. I loved the taste of her juices, and the taste of my cock on her mouth when we kissed. It was a good world.

When I arrived at the marina, however, she was not alone on her cuddy cruiser. A gentleman in shorts and no shirt, broad shouldered with a modest midriff and gray hair said "hello, you must be Janice's friend." Janice then stuck her head out of the cuddy cabin and said "HI!" in a very cheery voice. Her eyes seemed to twinkle more than usual. She had on a low cut white T-shirt with no bra that showed her cleavage and her D breasts. I could see her nipples through the cotton. She was just pulling up black shorts. I caught a glimpse of her mound through her white panties and a bit of smooth thighs as she arranged the shorts. I had licked those soft ample thighs many times. I wondered who the guy was.

The look on my face must have given my thoughts away as I glanced at her gentleman friend. He said "I hear that you have been fucking my 'ex' and that she likes it." My mouth gaped open in surprise, and both he and Janice laughed. He offered a hand to help me aboard and continued to smile as I stepped over the gunwale. He appeared to be sizing me up as he kept my hand in a firm grip until I was solidly aboard. As our hands parted, I felt a mild electricity and was a bit confused.

Janice said, "This is Bob, my ex-husband. We were married about five years until I caught him with a lover."

"She caught me with my business partner, Rick," Bob added. Janice explained that she was so surprised and revolted at the time, that she filed for a divorce and got it. 

I still must have looked confused, so they handed me a beer and told me their story. She and Bob's sex life in the marriage had been excellent. She just could not understand him taking a lover, let alone a man. After the divorce, they did not see each other for over 20 years. About three years ago, Janice was 47 and Bob had just turned 50, the two saw each other when they were vacationing independently in Wisconsin. By then, old wounds had scarred and they decided to talk and catch up on each other. 

One thing led to the other, and Bob said to Janice, "You know, I am not gay, just bisexual. I still love sex with women." Janice said, "That's a relief. I thought that you were faking it in our marriage and that there was something wrong with ME. I was really hurt and depressed." Bob explained that he had loved Janice, and truly enjoyed their sex. He just needed more from time to time, something a woman could not provide. He had wanted to explain at the time, but he did not have the words, and Janice was not listening. Janice told him that she was listening now, did he have a boy friend along on this vacation? Bob felt like she had hit him when she said that. He explained that he and Rick had parted company, both in body and business, several years ago. Since then, he has seen several women, and a few men. He never remarried, nor had she. She said that the night of their reunion encounter she felt soft hearted and horny. They ended up having a great fuck. Since then, they have seen each other about twice a year. 

Janice has opened her mind a bit over the last few years. She explained that during a rendezvous with Bob, after a particularly good one-on-one man-to-woman sex match, she asked Bob what he saw in men. So, he told her. 

His main sex interest is women and he loved pussy, but he knew that he was not repulsed by men. He loved to masturbate, and when watching porn flicks, he was not satisfied unless he saw good cock. Cock entering cunts. Cock being licked and sucked. Cock being stroked. Cock cumming all over a fuck partner. He could feel himself cum when "the cock" came. He ended up tasting cock when a good oral-cock scene came on. He realized, he wanted some cock too. 

He knew that his business partner was a little different. Rick was married, but Bob knew that Rick had looked at his crotch from time to time, and occasionally held eye contact longer than men usually do. A few times after a firm handshake, their hands lingered momentarily and their was electricity between the soft parting of skin that Bob could feel go right to his dick. A pleasurable sort of feeling. Bob was not sure if it was just him, his imagination, or something mutual. Bob finally brought the subject up. "Rick," he said, "this may sound funny, and I know you are married, but have you ever fantasized about.. uh.. about.. being with a man." Rick looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He said, "Is this really a private conversation? Totally confidential?" Bob said, "Yeah, just between you and me. I asked the question remember?" Rick confided that he did fantasize about men. He had had an experience in college that he enjoyed quite a bit, but was afraid of being discovered and ostracized. Besides, he liked fucking women too, especially his wife. He was afraid to do anything now because of AIDS and because of the social stigma. Bob told Rick that he was in the same boat. 

About this time during their story telling, both Janice and Bob noticed my hard on. I admitted that I was also in the same boat, pun intended. I asked Bob to tell me more, if Janice didn't mind. Janice said that if it gave me a hard on like that, Bob should continue. In the meantime, she would cast off and drive us out into the lake.

Bob told of his first encounter with Rick… After they both knew that the other had fantasized about being with a man they agreed that they should do something about it. They locked the office doors one evening, told the cleaning people they would be working late and not to bother to come by that night. Then they looked at each other. 

They did not know what to do, or where to start. Bob, being forward by nature, unzipped his pants and pulled out his half hard cock and stroked it, all the time looking at Rick to see his reaction. Not knowing what to expect, Bob had a "fight or flight" adrenaline rush. Rick's eyes riveted on Bob's dick, and he seemed to melt. He knelt down on his knees, looked up at Bob and said, "May I touch it?" Bob nodded and pulled his own hand away. Rick gently stroked Bob's cock and then took the head in his mouth. He sighed and said hmmm, and lowered his head and mouth completely onto Bob's cock and began sucking and stroking. Bob leaned back against a desk and ran his hands through Rick's hair as Rick worked up and down on his swollen shaft. Bob gently stroked the side of Rick's head and he could feel himself through Rick's cheek as his cock moved in his mouth. 

After a minute, Bob said stop. Take off you pants. Both of them had their pants off in seconds and stood naked from the waist down with their dicks standing a full attention. Bob pulled Rick to him and kissed him, tasting his own cock as he flicked his tongue between Rick's lips. As they drew close, they both shuddered as their cocks rubbed their smooth sensitive shafts together. Bob then knelt and took Rick's 5 inch cock and licked up one side and down the other, lingering on the head for a moment. He cupped Rick's balls in one hand while stroking the base of the cock with the other. While stroking and cupping, Bob sucked in Rick's cock down to where his fingers gripped the base and sucked and stroked in rhythm. 

Rick said, "God that's good! My wife can't do it like you do!"

"Let me taste your prick again!" The two lay on the carpet in a 69 position and sucked and stroked each other like starving men. Rick came first, a little to Bob's surprise. He had felt Rick's balls tighten and his dick seemed grow in his mouth, but the sudden twitch and hot explosion caught Bob slightly off guard. Bob felt the cum fill his mouth so he swallowed and sucked and stroked and milked until Rick was dry. It tasted good! A tinge of sweetness with a touch of yeast loaded with SEX. Bob could feel Rick work on his six inch shaft with vigor until he came. Bob's felt as if his cock were enveloped in the smoothest silk that was warmed perfectly just for him. His cock felt like it had expanded to twice it's normal hard-on and he was hard as steel as he began to shoot in Rick's mouth. Rick took it all in, and worked Bob's cock as Bob had done his. The head of Bob's dick became hypersensitive as Rick licked it clean. When they both finished, there was nothing left to clean up. 

They both put on their pants and looked at each other sheepishly. Bob leaned over and gave Rick a kiss on the lips, smelling and tasting his own cum. Then he said, I liked it. Rick said that he loved it! Thereafter, they met on a regular basis and sucked each other. Frequently, they would begin their sessions by telling each other about the latest sex they had had with their wives and turn each other on by visualizing their partner's dicks sliding into soft cunt. They became ready to suck dick by thinking about pussy.

As the boat planed swiftly along the lake shore, I told Bob that I found his story facinating. I had never had a dick in my mouth, despite my age, but had thought about it for a long time – as long as I can remember. I think I like cock and am not repulsed by a man. Bob looked at me for a moment, then took his prick out of his shorts and started stroking it, much as he had done on his first encounter with Rick. I looked at Janice, who was behind the wheel of the boat, and she smiled and nodded toward Bob's dick. She said, "I'm more open minded now, and I have plans for both of you later. Go ahead and try something new. Besides, I want to watch." She slowed the boat to crawl and slid one hand into her pants. I could see her rubbing her clit as she watched us.

I knelt down in the boat between Bob's legs. He leaned back on the soft boat cushions and continued to stroke his hardening dick. I put my hand on his and worked it up and down. Then I removed his hand and wrapped my hand around his cock. I licked a drop of pre-cum off the head of his prick. It was smooth and slippery and tasted a little like fresh bread and baby oil. I then licked around the head of his dick and down the shaft. Bob visibly relaxed and said, "You are doing fine. I will want your cock soon." Then I took him deep into my mouth with the head of his cock touching the back of my throat. I did not have a gag reaction. It felt and tasted vibrant, smooth and wonderful. I sucked and stroked Bob's cock and liked it. I had not noticed that the boat had gone silent until I felt Janice kissing my ear and the side of my neck. When I looked up, I saw that we were drifting alone in the lake, far from shore and far from any other boat. As I looked around, Janice took my place sucking Bob's hard cock. I slipped out of my clothes. She was on her hands and knees, so I pulled down her shorts and pushed up her T-shirt. She continued to suck Bob's cock while I kissed the back of her neck and reached around with both hands and cupped her tits and rubbed her nipples between my fingers. All the while, my hard cock had slipped between her ass cheeks and was massaging her anus and the lower lips of her moist labia. Between my pre-cum lubrication and her moist pussy lips, my cock slid up and down along her ass and pussy lips in a smooth, sensual way.

I removed her shorts the rest of the way and spread her legs. She was still on her knees facing Bob as she gave him head. I reached between her legs and ran my hand up and down her moist vulva, touching her clit and then rubbing back with my fingers sweeping deeper into her hole with each rub. I kissed her ass cheeks and then ran my tongue from her pussy lips to her anus. I put my hand back on her pussy, inserted two fingers, and rubbed her anus with my thumb. 

She stopped sucking Bob and had him lay down in the boat. She then straddled him and impaled her cunt on his dick and worked up and down a few times. I rubbed her ass and gently inserted a finger while she was fucking Bob. 

She looked at me and said, "Put on a condom and stick your dick in my ass!" She must have been really hot thinking about fucking both Bob and me at the same time. Janice and I had experimented with some anal play in the past, but never to this extent. I had hoped to fuck her deep in the ass someday, so I usually came prepared. I pulled a lubricated condom from of my discarded shorts and rolled it down my cock. Bob watched me with blazing eyes. 

I knelt behind Janice and moistened her anus with spit, and inserted the head of my sheathed cock. She moaned and said deeper, please, but go slowly at first! She stopped humping Bob momentarily as I shoved my dick up her ass. It was another first for me, and it felt tight and good. She asked both of us to pump slowly and we did. Bob must have been in shape to pump with Janice on top. I kept my weight off her and focused on pushing my cock in her tight ass. I could feel Bob's cock moving in and out of her pussy as I pushed deeper into Janice's ass. It was like locking our dicks together sheathed in pussy and ass making a three-way pleasure machine. All three of us were grunting and moaning and fucking as best we could. Janice was being ridden deep by me, and fucked by Bob. She could not last and moaned that she was cumming. Her orgasm seemed to last a very long moment, or perhaps she had multiple orgasms. She kept shuddering and moaning and saying, "don't stop yet!" Then she collapsed on Bob. My balls tightened and I came, shoving deeper. I felt Bob twitching too. What a sequence!

I pulled out of Janice's ass with a plop, and rolled the condom off my dick. Janice rolled over and Bob's cock slipped out of her cum soaked pussy. 

I said that perhaps we should clean up. Janice had some wash clothes in soapy water in the cabin, so I retrieved them. She said for Bob and I to go ahead because she was still catching her breath. Bob took the wash cloth from my hands, and gently washed my soft but still slightly engorged cock. He cleaned and rubbed around the base, my pubic hair, and he reached through my legs and washed from the crack of my ass across my anus to my balls. I mentioned that I had not been fucked there and that he was reaching a bit. He said that it pays to be clean – who knows what the future holds. His careful sensuous motions on my loins, combined with the smell of soap and clean lake air gave me a sense of well being, and the beginnings of a new hard-on. I washed Bob as thoroughly as he had washed me.

We both turned to Janice, who said, to wait just a minute because she wanted to douche. I said, "What, no more fucking today?" She smiled at me and said "Sure there will be, but I like to start fresh each time. It is kind of like setting the table." I understood immediately. Now I understood her secret of why her pussy always smelled and tasted good enough to eat. We watched her douche, then Bob and I washed her entire body and massaged her from neck to toe. She loved the foot massages. Before we dressed again (temporarily) and had lunch, she patted some flowery smelling water on her pussy and ass. I was tempted to move to her and kiss and lick her cunt, clit, ass and body all at one once, but she made me wait. She simply said, "Anticipation…"



Boating Ch. 3



Chapter 03: Paul's Story

This is a true story submitted to me by Paul. He sent it to me after reading Boating 2. He declined to name his country of origin. These are mostly Paul’s words, but English is not his first language. I have edited as necessary, but tried to keep as much original prose as possible.

Everything started when I was 12 years old. A 16-year-old guy convinced me to let him put his prick in my anus. He said that it was a common practice among boys. Innocently I agreed. It was a very painful experience. He used no lubrication and he was very rough and brutal inserting his large penis into my tight virgin asshole. For several days afterward I could barely sit. Defecating was like putting a blazing iron up my ass. I felt I had been raped.

When I was seventeen I had my first sexual experience with a woman. She was middle-aged and worked in a grocery store in my neighborhood. She was ugly and stinking and was furious when she asked me to lick her pussy and I refused. I can still remember her dirty skirt pulled above her waist in the backroom of the store. She had a huge triangle of black hair covering her protruding belly, and her cunt stank. It was disgusting.

After that I decided to give my sexual life a break. It was funny because during a period in life when boys are thinking of pussy twenty-five hours a day, I had locked my sexuality in the darkest slot of my brain. 

After graduating from school, I decided to move to a larger city, and look for better opportunities. By the age of 23 I was living in a small apartment and working for a pharmaceutical company as assistant product manager. 

My area director was a retired Navy officer in his early fifties. He was tall and had a good appearance. Once I was in his office waiting for him and I saw a boating magazine on his coffee table. I was browsing the magazine when he showed up. He asked me if I liked boats. I explained that I used to sail Snipes in my hometown. From that day on whenever we met, boats became part of our conversation. He told me he was remodeling an old 35-foot wooden hull sailboat. On another occasion he invited me to visit a boat store with him during the lunch break. He was looking for a new compass and a radio. 

One day he invited me to visit his boat in the shipyard the following Saturday. He picked me up at my place and his wife accompanied him. I had seen her in some photos he had on his desk. She was much younger than he, in her late thirties, tall, black hair in a very short cut. I found later she was his second wife. She was wearing jeans and an old loose male style shirt. Without being beautiful she was very attractive. She was the kind of woman who is not a first time eye-catcher but whom you slowly learn to value. Her name was Rosy.

The shipyard was almost two hours drive, south of where we lived. It was a very enjoyable day. The boat was beautiful. It was restored to perfection. The plank deck gleamed with varnish. The white hull glowed in the morning sun. All the brass fittings had been polished.

A hatch and ladder located by the helm lead below. The interior was nice. There was a main cabin with two fair size bunks, a galley area, and a small but very practical head with a commode, shower and foldable sink. There was also a master cabin in the bow, separated from the main cabin by a wooden bulkhead and door. The master cabin was mostly one large bed fitted to the V-shape of the bow.

After the lunch we returned home and they invited me to sail with them on another day, after they had the boat fully ready. That time came during an extended holiday weekend.

They picked me up very early in the morning. The area we were going to sail was a 250-mile long inlet, averaging about 30 miles wide, with more than 200 islands. Some of the islands were just a few feet square. Some were large enough to have a city of 25,000 people. A poet once called this tropical paradise ‘precious stones set in a silver sea.

The boat was moored in a marina and after filling it with food, beverage and fuel we set sail. It was one of those perfect mid-fall days. The sun was shinning and a light breeze blowing. As an experienced sea wolf my friend was testing the changes he had made in the boat and the sail gear. 

As soon as we left the marina his wife emerged from the cabin wearing a small bikini and stretched out on a towel near the stem. She was a lovely woman with shapely legs and a nice ass. I tried not to think about her. Besides she was the wife of my director. I was sitting with him on the helm deck. He and I talked about boats for a long time. 

At one point he changed the subject and began to ask questions about me. He asked about my family, if I had a girlfriend, my plans for the future etc. Then he asked me to get him a beer. When I stood up I looked toward the stern. His wife had removed her bikini top and was lying on her back bare breasted, showing firm tits and erect pink nipples. I turned quickly and stepped below to get the beers. 

The rest of the day we spent maneuvering the boat. We sailed close reaches, tacking upwind, and we ran down wind with full sails to see how she handled. It was work raising and lowering the sails so when we sailed back to the marina we all were pretty tired. 

After a quick dinner at a restaurant nearby, we returned to the boat. I took one of the bunks outside the master-cabin. I was so tired that I was asleep within minutes of lying down. 

I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up and in the darkness. Over the sound of the water mildly slapping the hull, I heard a woman’s voice panting. It came from the master cabin. In the beginning it was like she was trying to restrain herself, choking the sighs. But the panting grew quickly in intensity. 

“Yes, yes, more…” she said. 

They were having a lot of fun. For the first time in many years, I had an erection. Suddenly, the sounds ceased. I fell asleep again in an aroused state, somewhat frustrated. 

I woke up with her tapping my shoulder. I rose and helped her fix breakfast. I could not help thinking about her being fucked by her husband. I could visualize his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. She looked and smelled good. Although I tried to hide my movements, I think she noticed that I kept glancing at her body -- ass, tits, and crotch. I was afraid to look her in the face, although I wanted to study her lips and imagine. At one point, she caught me looking at her, and looked into my eyes. As I looked away, I could see from the corner of my eye that she stared at my crotch for a moment and curled a smile as she noted the slight bulge of my semi-hard cock.

We set sail again and headed to a small island. It had a lovely small beach, no more than one hundred yards long. Golden sand framed luxurious green vegetation. The place was deserted. We dropped anchor a safe distance off shore and I loaded towels into a small inflatable boat. I was preparing to jump in the water to swim and tow the inflatable to the beach when he called to me. 

“Do you mind if we talk a while before we land?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. 

I was astonished and couldn’t figure out what I might have done wrong. I hoped his wife had not told him that I had been looking at her. I mumbled that I did not mind. He tapped a spot on the bench beside him indicating I should sit down. I sat. His wife emerged from the cabin and sat on the bench in front of us.

“My wife and I want to know if we can fully trust you,” he said. 

I was relieved that they were not upset with me. At the same time, however, I was curious about the direction the conversation had turned. 

”You are my boss,” I said,” and I think of you both as good friends. You have all my respect, friendship and loyalty.”

”Thank you Paul, we appreciate your comments. We have been observing you and we know that you are a good guy. The reason for my question is simple. My wife likes to sunbathe nude and well, I don’t believe it would be good for my career if it became common knowledge at the company.”

“We are happy to know we can trust you,” my boss said as he gave me a friendly pat on the back.

His wife looked at me with a pleasant smile and went down into the cabin. We were just finishing with our preparations to go ashore when she emerged from the cabin fully naked.

I felt my heart beat increase. I turned my face away and jumped into the water. As I surfaced, she dove in close to me. We swam toward the beach together. Because I was towing the inflatable she reached the beach before me and gave me a unique spectacle as her nude body emerged from the water. Her breasts bounced erotically as she pranced in the surf. Water dripped down her back to her nicely rounded ass cheeks, and emerged as a rivulet flowing down the inside of her thighs. I had another erection, which seemed to add drag to my swimming and towing. 

My boss followed us ashore, and in few minutes the three of us were on the deserted beach.

She spread a beach towel and laid on her back while her husband and I unloaded the inflatable. We had folding chairs, a small cooler, food and an umbrella.

”Hey guys, why should I be the only naked person on this beach? C’mon…” she called.

”Better we get naked as well buddy!” Said my boss.

At the same time, he turned his back and stripped off his trunks. I was a little embarrassed but there was nothing to do but get naked as well. I felt somewhat uncomfortable for the first few minutes but after that I started feeling OK. I set up lunch.

I called them to eat. She stood up and walked to her husband. As they stood together, facing me, I noticed they both had their genitals fully shaved. They smiled. His cock was curved and swollen like a good sausage, not erect, but not flaccid either. One ball hung slightly lower than the other. Her pussy lips were gently folded and slightly wrinkled. Her nipples seemed to poke up directly toward my eyes. She giggled as my faced reddened and I looked at the food instead of them.

After a light lunch they decided to rest and read while I did the housekeeping (or more accurately, beach keeping). 

Soon he was a napping under the umbrella. She invited me to go for a walk. 

”Paul, are you homosexual?” She asked after we were some distance away from her husband. 

I tried to recover from the surprise. All I could mumble was a feeble “No.”

We had reached the end of the small beach. Some large boulders were partially covered by tropical vegetation. She leaned her body on one bolder and said, “Please, you don’t need to be ashamed. There’s nothing wrong. You are a sweet person.”

”But why do you think I’m a homosexual?” I asked. At that moment I was interested in knowing her opinion. Was I different?

”It’s just a feeling. You don’t seem to have any interest in my naked body. It would be normal for a guy your age to be struggling against a hard-on right now.” 

I explained my position of respect for her and her husband, and that I felt an obligation because they had confided in me. 

”Tell me, what do you think about my body?”

I told her that she was the first woman I had ever seen fully naked. She was very surprised.

I decided then to tell her of my two sexual experiences. It was the first time I had told anyone. I told her of my anal rape and of the frightening experience with the smelly woman at the grocery store. 

I noticed that her husband had swum back to the boat. We walked back to our beach site. She patted a place beside her on the towel, a mute invitation to sit down. She took one of my hands and placed on her breast.

“Don’t you think that it’s time to try it again?”

I mumbled something about her husband. 

She gave me a sly smile and said, “You don’t need to worry about that. Guess why he went back to the boat?”

(Later on I found out he was watching us from the boat with binoculars.) 

Her body was lean. Her tits sagged just a little. Her belly was flat and muscular. 

“Kiss my nipples, I love to have my tits caressed.” She said.

At the same time she grabbed my still flaccid dick. It didn’t take much for me to develop a full erection. I bent down and began to lick one of her nipples while I massaged the tender semi-softness of her breast. It was completely different from my previous experience. I had in my arms a wonderful woman. Her whole body exhaled a mix of salt and mild scent from her sun blocker. 

She noticed my lack of experience. In fact, I believe she was delighted by it. She leaned back, pulling me on top of her. She was still stroking my hard cock while I kissed and licked her nipples. I was getting quite excited.

She bent her knees and guided the head of my cock to her wet cunt and rubbed it up and down. It was exquisite. The head of my dick penetrated her slightly. It felt like it was at the silky entrance to paradise.

“Put it in me.” She whispered.

My dick had no problem in plunging deeply into her pussy. She held my head with both hands and locked her mouth on mine, inserting her lustful but tender tongue into my mouth. I could feel my chest mashing her tits while she pressed and swayed her belly against mine. 

I pumped countless times in her love tunnel. I could feel her muscles inside flex around my shaft. I felt my whole body shaking in a sequence of ripples. She was panting heavily kissing and biting my lips. She raised her buttocks from the towel in a desperate effort to have every millimeter of my cock inserted deep into her body. 

My cock swelled and my balls seemed to tighten. The head of my dick became ultra sensitive and I could feel her heat. A gush seemed to start at the root of my shaft and from my balls at the same time. I felt a warm stream flowing from my body, spurting deep within her. We stayed engaged for a long time exchanging kisses and caresses until my dick softened and slipped from her body. 

”I hope this time you have enjoyed it.” She said. 

There was no need for an answer. I responded to her question with small kisses planted on her lips, cheek and neck. 

We sat side by side for a while. I looked at her beautiful body without any concerns. Her shaved-bare pussy was drooling globs of cum. She led me to the surf and we washed each other’s genitals in the emerald green warm water. 

We sat back on the towels. A few moments later I saw her husband jump from the boat into the water. He excused himself for his absence. He said he had been talking with some friends over the radio. The rest of the afternoon we spent together like nothing had happened. 

After a warm shower at the marina we prepared for dinner. He took us to a nice restaurant at the marina complex. She was lovely. Her magnificently tanned body was clad only in white shorts and a tank top. The seafood was excellent. The wine was also good, but I was not used to it. The long day, the sun, the sex, and the wine made me feel a little dizzy. 

I was in a good mood. Better than I had felt in a long time. 

We went back to the boat and sat on the aft deck sipping more wine and chatting. The only light was from the distant restaurant and a few of the stores in the marina complex up the street. Our boat was moored at the farthest end of one of the docks.

While we talked he started caressing her bare thighs reaching her crotch. He inserted a finger under the hem of her shorts. She feebly asked him to stop and tapped on his hand but it was clear she didn’t want him take her warning seriously because she opened her legs to accommodate his hand more easily. 

Following up on his advance he unbuttoned her shorts with his other hand and began to pull them down. She raised her butt from the seat to assist him. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her hairless pussy was fully exposed.

It was funny to see us pretending to talk normally while she was dressed only with a top and he had a finger working in and out of in her pussy! 

”We better go to the cabin, it would be more comfortable,” she said.

They stood up and when they passed by me she whispered: 

”You too. Come join us.”

I was astonished with the invitation and was still trying to understand what was going on when she took me by the wrist and added: 

“Let’s go. I’m sure you will enjoy it”

After we were all below, She locked the doorway to avoid any surprises, opened all the ventilation hatches and turned on a small fan. In a fraction they were both naked. I was still reluctant in front of my boss, but with encouragement from both of them I undressed as well. 

The rest of the night was crazy. We both of enjoyed her mature body. We had sex in many different ways. More than I knew existed up to that time. For me it was a real sex education. 

I had the opportunity to kiss her entire body including a sweet smelling and tasting pussy. I licked like I had been starved, which in a way, I had. She reciprocated by giving me a tremendous blowjob while she was sitting in her husband’s lap with his big sausage prick shoved fully into her anus. 

Later, while we rested she expressed her desire to be sodomized by me. My dart was only semi-erect after all of the activity. My boss solved that problem. He took my prick in his mouth and sucked it and worked it with his tongue until it was rock hard again. That was another first for me that night; having a man suck my dick. He was good and the sensation was different from when she did it.

After that preparation, it was easy and delicious to shove my tool in her well-lubricated bowels. The mixture of Vaseline and her husband’s jism made perfect fuck cream.

Exhausted from sex and under the effects of the wine we fell asleep. But another surprise was still waiting for me on that memorable weekend. I woke up in the early morning. It was still dark outside. I lay between them facing toward Rosy. I could barely see the outline of her head. She was sleeping quietly. 

Suddenly I felt a hand sliding over my bum. I kept still, pretending to be asleep. I was curious to see what was going to happen. One finger slithered inside my ass crack and touched my anus. I noticed my boss was silently moving down the mattress. 

I felt his warm breath over my buttock followed by his hands splitting my ass cheeks. A second later, I felt something moist, warm, and stiff pressing against my puckered hole. He was tongue fucking my ass! In the beginning it felt strange. But quickly shock waves radiated from my anus throughout my whole body in an exquisite sensation. Something I never felt before. 

To my disappointment I felt him stop his caresses. He was doing something silently that I could not make out. Then I felt one hand splitting my cheeks again and a fingertip covered with by a cold layer sneaked inside my anus. He came close to me and followed with a combination of thrusts and circular movements of his finger inside my rectum. He withdrew the finger and immediately I felt something thicker touching my rosebud. 

At the same time he whispered in my ear: “Just relax, it won’t hurt you. Relax and open your anus. You will like it”

I began to panic, remembering the boy many years before tearing my sphincter. He increased the pressure and gently but firmly shoved his knob into my anus. There was no pain, only a stretching sensation. He stopped penetrating from time to time, waiting for my anal ring to get used to the intruder. Then slowly, little by little, he would shove another couple of inches into my rectum. 

There was no pain. The stretching feeling was replaced by the sensation of needing to urgently expel something from my bowels. He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock. I touched his rod half-inserted in my butt, and I circled my dilated anus with a fingertip. His cock was throbbing and his balls were trembling. He was excited. My hand feeling his cock pushed half way in my ass excited me too.

He grabbed me by my hips shoved his dick in all the way. After another pause, he began to pump in and out in my rectum. He increased the speed of his pistoning. 




Boating Ch. 3



He rolled me over, his dick still deep in my ass. I could feel the twisting motion but there was still no pain. We were facing each other. My knees were bent and my legs were pulled up in front of him. My ankles rested on his shoulders. He increased the speed of his thrusts. It didn’t take long. He began whispering that he was cuming. 

Contrary to what I expected I didn’t feel my bowels being flooded with jism. There was just a slight warming deep in my entrails indicating he had filled me with his semen. 

Suddenly the light came on and Rosy was staring at us with an amused smile. I felt my face blushing, ashamed of being caught with a penis deeply shoved in my anus.

“If you guys have decided to exclude me from your games, I am gonna to be really pissed off.” She said. 

He removed his semi-flaccid penis from my backdoor and she came close. She hugged me and French kissed me. 

“I’m in the need of some prick as well.”

She opened her legs and directed my rock hard cock to her shaved twat. It was another passionate fuck. 

The next day was a repetition of the previous one; we went back to our retreat and fucked like a bunch of crazy rabbits. At one point, he was ass-fucking Rosy and asked me to fuck his ass. 

For the last twelve years or so we have been lovers. During his frequent travels I would stay with Rosy at their home. Eventually I found a better job in another city and left the company. We still see each other every time I am in their city. Now he is in his mid-sixties and she in her early fifties. I still enjoy her mature body.



Boating Fun



I was on a quiet tropical island, resting up after a week of a difficult conference. My company always arranged these weeks of work in the best places – this was no exception. Sun, warm crystal clear sea and fish galore on the coral reef – it was a real paradise. I'd gone away from my colleagues, who'd preferred to stay in the busy capital and enjoy the high life – I needed to relax. Relaxing for me was lying in the sun reading, swimming amongst the fish and just chilling out, preferably on my own. Other guys were just a pain and none of the women in my company sparked anything within me – they were all young sluts or too old.

I'd got up pretty early that morning to enjoy the water before the wind came up and made it cooler. The water was warm enough that I didn't need a wet suit, just my boardies and snorkel. I swam out to the reef and just idled around, watching the fish and finding even some new species. I kept moving over the reef and eventually caught sight of a much darker shape just on the edge of the reef. My first thought was 'shark', but it wasn't moving that way. In fact it looked like a diver. As far as I knew, there was no-one else around so I approached slowly, expecting the person not to see me as they were facing away from me. As I got closer, I noticed long blonde hair flowing out from under the diver's mask. This was a woman, or more probably a girl of 18 or so, as she was very slim.

I approached even closer, fascinated to meet someone else here. She was well below me in the water, just beyond the drop-off and she was still looking away towards a rock in the distance.

Then I noticed the boat that was moored not far off, it's anchor dropping deep into the sea.

There was a loud splash and another shape moved through the water to swim close to the girl. The body shape was definitely female and this one had long brown hair. The two of them were excited about something and one pointed towards that rock. I couldn't see anything special but decided to keep a watch on them. It was odd that they'd not noticed me because one of the important things to do while diving is to keep your eyes open all around.

Then a third person, also female, dropped into the sea and swam quickly to the others. As I was at the surface, I looked up to the boat and could not see anyone aboard. I swam cautiously towards the boat, only about 20 metres away. It was a proper diving boat, with a special low stern so it was easy for me to pull myself up onto the boat. It still appeared to be unoccupied, so I took off my mask and flippers and had a quick look around. There was a cabin to the prow and the door was shut. I gingerly walked to the door and slowly opened it. 

I then gasped in amazement. On the bed, lying completely naked, was a woman of about 40 years, with a wonderful figure. She was sleeping, or pretending to at least. My cock rose rapidly in my shorts, tenting them out in a few seconds.

"Hello!" I called softly.

There was no response. I moved towards the delicious looking body and saw that the face was also very attractive. There was a smile on her lips. But she made no response again as I gently touched her shoulder. The boat rocked wildly and I almost fell onto the woman. Then the cabin door opened and a girl's face peered in.

"Oh, Mum!" she cried, "Who's this?"

Her mother slowly woke up and looked at me in amazement, struggling to pull a sheet round her naked body.

"I don't know! Who are you?" she screamed.

I raised my hand in peace.

"I just saw this boat that was deserted, or so I thought. So I decided to investigate," I tried to explain. "I had no idea there was anyone here. Where were you?" I asked the girl.

"I was diving with my sister and our cousin. We didn't see you at all!" 

She looked really worried, but I just sat on the bed and tried to remain calm.

"It's OK. As you can see, I didn't intend anything. I've got nothing with me to do you any harm," I said softly.

"We can see you don't have much with you," the woman giggled.

"I left my snorkel and flippers on the stern," I explained.

"You were snorkeling?" asked the girl, slowly peeling herself out of her diving suit.

"Yes."

"And you didn't see us?"

"Well, actually, I did see three of you in the water. I wondered whether you'd left the boat unattended," I tried to explain.

"You know the first rule of diving – never leave a boat unattended. So you probably guessed someone was aboard," accused the mother.

"I guess I thought it might be a father, boyfriend or uncle," I said lamely.

"Well, you certainly lucked out there," giggled the girl, as she shrugged the diving suit from her shoulders.

I gasped in surprise as her gorgeous breasts, encased in a really tiny bra, just bobbled in front of my face. My cock was so hard now and clearly tenting out my shorts. I looked at the mother and saw that her eyes were directed straight at my crotch. I have a big cock and it was obviously doing something to her.

"Mum! What are you looking at? ....uh oh, I see!" exclaimed the girl, her eyes also focused now on my big cock.

She continued to slip out of her diving suit, revealing the rest of her exquisite body, with just a minute piece of material for panties. I looked again at the woman, whose eyes had glazed over and the sheet had slipped slightly off of her shoulder, revealing to me a full tight breast with erect nipple. She noticed my eyes looking and quickly covered up again, but not before my cock had throbbed violently in my shorts, which caught the attention of both of the women.

"You said you didn't have anything with you to hurt us," giggled the girl. "Maybe that is a weapon?"

"Tasha!" cried her mother, "Don't say things like that!"

Tasha laughed and picked up her diving suit, bending over away from me so I had a great view of her tight ass. My cock throbbed again. It had been over a week since I'd last orgasmed, so there was a big load waiting in my heavy balls.

She went out of the cabin, calling out "I'll get the other two up – it's time for a drink anyway."

The mother looked at me when the cabin door closed. She smiled and sat back down on the bed, beside me and quite close. I could feel the warmth of her mature but slim body.

"You might have reached paradise – really," she murmured as she leant towards me to kiss my lips. 

The sheet slipped from her shoulders and her lovely breasts pressed against my naked chest.

At that moment, the boat lurched again and the woman pulled away.

"That'll be Tricia and Sam, my other daughter and niece," she explained, as all three girls rushed into the cabin to look at me.

They burst into giggles.

The one who looked most like her mother cried, "Where did you find him, Mum?"

"He just woke me up!" chuckled her mother, grinning at me.

"Can we keep him?" asked the third girl, a staggeringly pretty girl. I guessed this was Sam.

Both girls started to quickly take off their diving suits. Tricia soon noticed the erection trying to burst out of my shorts.

"Daddy's not that big, is he, Mum?" she asked innocently.

"I don't think so," said her mother, hesitatingly, her eyes once again straying down to my shorts and her eyes glazing over once more. 

My cock throbbed wildly with all the eyes on it. Sam had now peeled off her suit to reveal another perfect teen body, clothed in the smallest bikini I'd ever seen. She would have been arrested in most countries for exposure! And then Tricia stepped out of her suit too – another angelic figure to admire, this one in an elegant one-piece swimsuit straight from a designer's studio. I really seemed to have found paradise on this boat.

"Get out of here, all of you," cried the mother. "Let me get dressed!"

Tasha grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the deck. Tricia and Sam followed, pushing chairs and loungers around until there was one for all of us. They were all giggling as they sat down all around me, their eyes still focused on the bulge in my now almost superfluous boardies.

"We've not seen Mum react that way to a guy since she lost Dad," laughed Tasha.

"Yea," agreed Tricia, "you turned her on like crazy!"

"Uh, what happened to your Dad?" I asked, carefully.

"Nothing," replied Tasha. "He's just not here for a couple of weeks."

"Mum misses him like mad even if he's only away for a day. They have an active sex life!" giggled Tricia.

"Yea," agreed Sam, "We watch them all the time!"

"You watch your aunt or Mum having sex?" I asked incredulously.

"All the time," replied Tasha and the other two nodded eagerly. "It's so hot!"

"Mmmmmm," I mused, trying to calm the urges bursting through my cock. "Maybe I'd better leave so that you four can enjoy yourselves?"

"Don't you dare!" came a cry from the cabin.

The mother appeared, dressed in a suitably brief bikini that set off her wonderful figure impressively.

"We'll tie you up if you attempt to leave," grinned the older woman, as the other three laughed.

"Oh, by the way, we do enjoy ourselves together, every night, and just when we feel like it," Tasha giggled as she cuddled up to her sister and they kissed, surprisingly passionately.

My cock was screaming for release from the huge cum that was waiting and it throbbed alarmingly in my shorts.

"Would you like a drink?" the mother asked me directly, standing so close to me that I could smell her aroma of arousal.

"Thanks, perhaps a cold juice would be nice," I replied, glad that she had tried to defuse the sexually charged situation.

The three girls looked disappointed, but Tricia got up to help her mother. I could not get enough of watching these extraordinarily beautiful young girls and their stunning attractive older mother/aunt walking around this small boat in such brief clothing. My boardies felt positively huge in comparison to their bikinis and swimsuit.

Tasha and Sam kept me occupied while telling me about their earlier dive. They'd been watching a turtle eating on the rock I'd noticed. They all seemed to have the same fascination as I did for coral reefs and fish.

The mother brought me my drink, bowing her head in mock servitude.

"Your drink, sir," she said softly with a smile. 

The three girls giggled.

"Can we go snorkeling later, Mum," asked Tricia.

"Sure, honey," replied the older woman, "And maybe I'll join you this time."

"What were you doing naked on the bed?" asked Tasha.

"Me?...I was...uh," the woman stuttered. "I'd just had an orgasm!" she finished.

The three girls gasped.

"Sorry, but you know how much I miss Cliff. I just had to relieve...you know!" she explained, looking embarrassed.

"Naughty mum!" giggled Tasha.

"Sexy aunty!" laughed Sam, looking directly into my eyes.

"Drink up!" I cried, trying to get out of what was clearly leading up to something hot and sexy. That could wait. "Let's go snorkeling. Maybe that turtle's still there."

The five of us drank our cold juices quickly.

"Who is going to stay on board this time?" I asked.

The four women all looked at each other.

"Gerald!" cried the mother, while the three girls giggled.

"Who?" I asked.

"Oh, it's OK. Whenever we all go swimming, we invent a guy called Gerald to look after the boat. But he's never been as gorgeous as you," chuckled Tricia.

They all grabbed their dive masks and snorkels and we were soon all in the water, swimming away from the boat slowly. I thought that all the women were clothed when we left the boat, but as I looked around, I realized that two of the teens and the mother had removed their bikini bras and tucked them into their swim mask straps. Three pairs of delicious breasts were hanging below three gorgeous bodies, but they were all so tight and their nipples firmly erect. Only Tricia was still in her swimsuit, but it was so perfectly fitted to her slim body that it looked too good to be true. I tried to smile, but my snorkel stopped me. My cock was now acting like a foil to my swimming. I wished that I wasn't so big or I could fold it away until needed.

We soon reached the rock on which the girls had seen the turtle swimming. There was no sign of it so I signaled to them to swim towards the reef where it was at its most shallow. Just beyond I knew that there was a large deep pool which was always very warm and full of the most amazing fish shoals. I pulled the mother behind me as I swam over the shallow part of the reef and she held tightly to me, her breasts brushing against my thighs. 

The girls followed and we were soon all frolicking around amongst the myriads of fish in the warm pool. Several times the girls brushed up against my naked back or chest with their naked breasts and more than once a stray hand just happened to brush across my erect cock.

I tried to escape, but they soon followed and I was surrounded by four beautiful women all trying to hold onto my cock. Suddenly, I felt my shorts being pulled down and I watched them float across the pool. Now several hands were stroking my hard cock gently but urgently. I wanted to tell them to stop, yet I knew that it was going to be impossible. They were enjoying themselves too much. I broke for the surface and pulled off my mask, followed by the four women. Bobbing in the sea, all of them trying to stroke my big hard cock at the same time, giggle and grinning, it was not long before I knew I was going to explode.

"You're going to make me cum!" I cried, laughing, as my cock burst ferociously into orgasm, shooting out a huge fountain of cum, followed by two more big spurts before the rest of my cum just spurted into the sea. 

The girls were wildly excited and kissed each other and me for several minutes.

"Thank you," whispered the mother in my ear. "We all needed that!"

I watched as Tricia and Sam kissed each other madly and then they turned to me, smiling.

"We want to show you something, back on the boat," giggled Tricia.

"OK," I replied. "I'll race you all there!"

"Don't forget your shorts," called Tasha as she was off followed by the others, while I had to swim to recover my shorts and then start off after them. 

As I swam over the shallow reef, I found three pairs of bikini pants and one swimsuit cast aside. The girls and the mother were now all completely naked and swimming fast away from me.

I'm not a champion swimmer, but I can do quite well, so I was soon overhauling the mother and Sam. I took a dip below the surface to look between their kicking legs at two of the nicest pussies I'd yet seen, then I surfaced and swam past them, waving as I went. Next I approached Tricia and I swam purposely right between her legs, reaching out my hand and fondling her tight teen ass before swimming vigorously past her.

"I'll get you!" she cried, but wasn't fast enough.

Just in front was Tasha – obviously quite a swimmer. I just dipped my head beneath the waves and kept pace with her, watching her sexy ass as she kicked, wanting urgently to fondle her lovely tight breasts. She reached the boat just before me, clambering out and sitting on the edge, opening her legs wide so that I had to swim up between them. I pulled of my diving mask, drinking in her beauty.

"Lick me!" she demanded, with a broad grin. "Please!"

Her lovely pussy was completely shaven and she held open the lips to expose her engorged clitoris.

"It made me sooo horny to watch you cum like that," she grinned, pulling my head between her thighs.

Tricia arrived at the boat just as Tasha groaned deeply on finding my tongue was really expert at teasing her clit. The gorgeous sister came to the surface right beside me, grasping at my already re-erect cock and stroking it gently.

"He's so hard again, Sis! How's his tongue?" she giggled.

"Ahhhhhhh," moaned Tasha as I gave her the orgasm she obviously needed, wriggling her ass around and almost drowning me in her juices as she came.

"Let's wait for Mum now," giggled Tricia.

Both girls sat on the edge of the boat, completely naked, water dripping from their erect nipples, their legs apart and just inviting me to feast my eyes on their wonderful bodies. What else could I do? That is, until Sam and their mother arrived and also did the same thing. Now I had four superbly sexy female bodies to admire, tease and maybe even....you must know what my cock was thinking...

"Shall we let him on board, Mum?" asked Tricia, innocently.

"Only if he covers up first," said the mother with a grin.

I threw the girls their bikini panties and Tricia her swimsuit, keeping my boardies.

"You get dressed too, or I won't be able to cope," I said, laughing.

I managed to get into my boardies without getting on the boat. When I did manage to clamber aboard, the women had all dressed in their ridiculously tiny clothes. We all lounged about on the boat for half an hour recovering from the exertions in the water. Tasha had her eyes closed but she kept murmuring and I noticed that her hand was straying between her thighs. The other three were watching her and grinning at each other. 

Tasha's hand eventually slipped beneath the tiny piece of material over her pussy and she began to play with herself while we all watched. Soon I noticed that the other three women were doing the same thing, unashamedly masturbating in front of me. 

My cock was rock hard anyway, but this sight almost blew my mind. It was especially exciting to watch Tricia as she had pulled aside the material of her swimsuit and exposed her lovely pussy while her fingers played slowly and erotically across her clit. I wanted to stroke my cock, but felt that just watching this delightful show was more appropriate.

Sam was the first to orgasm, crying out loudly as she exploded wildly. The other women watched her until she'd calmed down and then renewed their own masturbation. Tricia and Tasha came almost together, crying out in unison as spasms of orgasm thrashed through their bodies. Juices fountained out of Tricia's open pussy, almost dropping onto my outstretched hand. Their mother followed almost immediately, screaming out her orgasm and calling for Cliff, her husband.

The women all looked at me with broad grins.

"Sometimes we do that, and sometimes we help each other," explained the mother.

"Did you enjoy watching?" laughed Sam, smiling her oh-so-young face at me.

"Yes, I certainly did. It was exquisite," I replied smiling at each of them.

"Now we've all had orgasms, we should have lunch," cried the mother, making sure that her tiny bikini covered up her pussy and good size breasts, before standing up.

"Tasha had two!" cried Tricia, looking wickedly at her sister.

"Don't be jealous, Tricia, or our guest will not stay long enough for you to join her," grinned their mother.

Tasha grinned, her fingers still playing gently at her pussy.

"I might have three!" she chuckled, groaning with pleasure. "Or even more!"

"Now, Tasha, stop that!" admonished her mother. "You've definitely had enough...for now!"

The probably older sister grinned naughtily at me then at her sister and Sam.

"Maybe you'll get to try his tongue after lunch," giggled Tasha towards her sister.

The girls all pouted at each other then looked hungrily at me.

"Lunch," I commanded as they almost in unison got up and started towards me.

They stopped, laughing, their beautiful bodies just waiting for my eyes to caress them. My cock could not disguise its interest in their offer, but there was more time, I hoped.

Lunch and watching the women prepare it was a sexually almost overload for me – four beautiful bodies, hardly clothed, eyes watching my cock all the time, bikini panties showing definite wet patches, and all the girls with hungry looks on their faces. I had to avoid touching my throbbing cock for fear it would explode again.

I enjoyed eating, and watching the girls doing their best to eat erotically and tease me with everything they could.




Boating Fun



Captain Andy had three passengers for this trip. Captain might sound a fancy title for a man with only a small motor yacht, but what the hell? He owned and drove it and that made him captain in his books. Or in his boat, anyway.

Andy was in the mid-twenties, tanned, not un-handsome, affable and an extrovert. He seemed to get on with everyone he met, which is a useful talent for someone who hires out his boat for day cruises. He had a lot of repeat customers.

Today he only had a small party, consisting of Mike and Denise, who were husband and wife, and Ronny, a friend of theirs. Mike and Ronny intended to do some scuba diving out along the reef, while Denise was just going to relax on board and soak up some sun.

Almost as soon as they had departed, Denise had stripped down to a bikini and staked out a spot at the bow, where she began her worship the sun ritual, lying down and gathering a tan.

Mike and Ronny, meanwhile, had donned their scuba gear and were prepared to dive as soon as they reached the designated site. Arriving as near the reef as Andy was prepared to go, Andy dropped an anchor to hold them steady and tossed out a 'divers below' buoy.

Checking the scuba gear, Andy confirmed that as far as was concerned everything was OK. They both had full tanks, were repeat customers and knew the rules. They intended to make several dives that day, with the first one being for approximately thirty minutes, followed up by other dives further down the reef.

Denise came up to watch the men drop off, curious to see them in action.

"How about it, Denise?" asked Andy. "Will you be taking a dive with them later?"

"Not me," laughed Denise. "If I swim, it's on top of the water, not down with the fish."

Mike grinned. "I've been after her to try it for ages," he said. "This is the first time she's agreed to come and watch. One step at a time."

Mike and Ronny dropped off, sinking swiftly then pausing about ten feet down, to do a final check of their equipment. Turning, they started towards the reef.

Denise leaned against the railing watching, the limpid water giving her an excellent view of the two men as they swam away. She didn't even notice that Andy had stepped up behind her until she felt her bikini bottom sliding down.

Startled, she tried to stand up and move away from the rail, but found herself pinned against it. She hadn't noticed until then just how big Andy was.

"Stop it," she snapped. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm getting ready to entertain a client who's been left deserted by her companions," said Andy, a laugh in his voice. "I thought you might like some exercise before going back to your sunbathing. You might also like to try your hand at some fishing later, while waiting for Mike and Ronny to return."

Denise could feel Andy rubbing her bottom. Her now bare bottom. And his hand was sliding further around and touching other places that it shouldn't.

"That will be quite enough of that, thank you very much," Denise said firmly. "In case you've forgotten, I'm married, and my husband is just there."

"Yes, I can see him, but I think you'll find he can't see us too well. Water distortion and the rail and such. You're pretty well hidden from his view."

To Denise's consternation, it was no longer just Andy's hand that was rubbing her bottom. It had been joined by another part of Andy's anatomy, one that she would much rather was not suddenly running loose.

"This is not, funny," she told him. "Stop it right now."

"I don't think so," came Andy's laconic reply. "We're just getting started."

Andy shifted the position of his erection so that it was no longer pressing between Denise's cheeks. Now it was pressing between her legs, and she could feel the hard length of it rubbing against her lips, encouraging them to move apart and let him access her slit.

With feelings of fury, frustration and, although unwanted, a touch of excitement, Denise looked down into the water and the retreating figures of Mike and Ronny.

"Damn you," she thought. "You brought me here and left me with a sex maniac and I can't even call to you, even though you're only about yards away."

Hope leapt as Denise saw Mike roll over and look towards the boat. She waved frantically, trying to indicate he should return, only to have hope roll over and die as Mike waved leisurely back to her before rolling back over and continuing, in the wrong direction.

Denise tried to struggle against Andy, but found she had no leverage, no room to hit at him, nothing. She was pressed tight against the rail and he was going to do what he wanted.

Ceasing to struggle, Denise relaxed against the rail. Or relaxed as much as any girl could, when she was about to receive a length of unrequested cock. She cursed under her breath, swearing at that idiot who was calmly swimming away without even noticing what Andy was doing, as much as she was swearing at Andy.

She could feel Andy pressing firmly against her pussy, and knew that it was only going to be a matter of moments before he was pressing inside it. 

Andy grinned, feeling Denise relax a little, resigned to what was coming. 

"Why don't you cross your arms on the top rail and lean your head on them. "That way you can be more comfortable as you watch Mike as he swims away."

Seeing no alternative but to do as directed, Denise obeyed. She immediately found out the reason for the request when Andy drew her bottom away from the rail, leaving her bent over, arms and head resting on the rail.

This she promptly found, gave Andy two advantages, and she'd been goose enough to give them to him. Bent over like that, Andy had a much better access to her pussy, and his cock indicated its appreciation of the situation by promptly taking up residence, in tune to an indignant squeal from Denise. The other thing was that Andy could untie her bra and let her breasts hang loose, which he did and which they did, whereupon Andy promptly reached around her and captured them.

If she'd remained standing, Denise mused, and Andy had loosened her top, Mike might have turned and seen and returned. Now, no such luck. She'd effectively offered her breasts as playthings for Andy, and he was not averse to playing it seemed.

Denise groaned. She was, to put it colloquially, fucked. Figuratively at that point, but becoming literal as Andy started moving within her.

She could feel Andy pressing slowly but firmly against her while his hands slowly squeezed her breasts. Denise could feel herself pressing back against Andy, moving her buttocks slightly to give Andy a smoother passage in. She could feel the heat and excitement rising within her, burning its way into her consciousness, and through it all she could feel Andy's cock inside her, filling her, insisting that she notice it.

How could she not notice it, she wondered, feeling it slithering deeply into her and then slowly backing out, before turning around and charging forward again.

Denise squealed and cursed with every thrust, but this did not stop her from moving her hips in unison with Andy, cooperating reluctantly, but cooperating nonetheless, and enjoying what was being done to her.

Andy pressed home firmly against Denise, enjoying the feel of her hips moving in accord with his own, while alternate squeezes on her firm young breasts helped him to give her the rhythm, pressure on her right breast as he thrust forward switching to pressure on her left breast as he withdrew.

Andy laughed softly as he listened to Denise squealing and cursing as he battered her pussy. He could hear subtle changes, with squeals changing from anger to pleasure and the cursing from abuse to a plea. Like it or not, Denise was definitely missing in action, needing him and wanting him. Andy was only too willing to comply.

Denise was now totally lost. Even if Mike had reared up out of the water next to her, she would have ignored him, concentrating on the fire being built within her. Thought had gone, and instinct had taken over, and instinct was telling her to accept Andy's cock, ride it, take what you can from it.

She could vaguely hear herself gasping, and the heat was rising, while more warmth was spreading out from her breasts where Andy was insistently tormenting them. She knew when the heat from the two points met and merged that she would catch fire, but she didn't care. She just wanted to continue impaling herself against that long thick rod that was dominating her.

Andy could sense that the end was near, and started to prepare himself. His strokes became shorter and more frantic as he felt his climax building, and then he came, ejaculating deep into Denise, the hot splash igniting the bonfire that had threatened her, and she screamed and bucked with the agony of her release.

A little while later Andy leaned against Denise and spoke.

"Can you swim?" he asked. "Not just dog paddle, but really swim?"

"Yes, why?" asked Denise.

"Because we're going swimming," Andy said, picking her up and tossing her over the rail, diving in next to her.

Bobbing in the water next to Denise, Andy laughed at the consternation on her face.

"It's a quick way to wash the sweat off after some exercise," he told her, his voice bland. "There's a ladder at the stern that you can use to get back on board."

Andy did a little duck dive and swam towards the ladder, followed by Denise.

"Do you want to try some fishing now or some more sunbathing?" inquired Andy. "If you're going to sunbathe, may I suggest that you do it the way you are now? You'll hear when Mike and Ronny return and you'll have plenty of time to put on your bikini."

Denise ignored him, stalking towards the bow, grabbing her bikini as she passed it. 

Andy got out a rod, smiling. He'd noticed that Denise was rubbing sun-cream on her breasts and other potentially sensitive areas, preparing to get an all-over tan.



Boating Fun



"Mum?" asked Tricia. "Are you going to have him first?"

How could the poor woman reply, I wondered.

"I think so, if he's in agreement. Age before beauty," she giggled.

"There's more beauty in you all than I've ever experienced before," I managed to blurt out.

"And I miss Cliff so much!" their mother/aunt added.

"I'm not Cliff!" I responded, looking closely at her for your reaction.

She simply smiled.

"No, you're not. But I think you might be even better," the woman replied, standing up close to me. "Do we want these horny teens to watch us?"

"Maybe they might learn something?" I suggested, grinning, especially at Sam.

"You might be amazed to know that they are all virgins, from a guy's point of view. Not even their father/uncle has had more than his fingers inside those delicious pussies. That's why they still taste so good, at least that's what I tell them," the older woman smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the cabin.

"Take off my bra!" she ordered, softly.

I stood close to her, feeling her hot breath on my chest, my hard erect cock pressing into her stomach. I reached behind her, feeling her lovely soft skin. I could hear the girls' gasps of enjoyment as they watched me begin to make love with their beautiful sexy mother/aunt. 

Her tiny bikini bra did nothing really apart from cover her erect nipples and when I undid the bow at the back, her breasts simply stayed tight against her body. They were almost the best I'd ever seen and I stood back to admire them as she slipped the bra over her head and dropped it to the floor. I moved my hands to her gorgeous globes and caressed, fondled and squeezed them until she was moaning with pleasure.

I could see behind her the three young girls watching us and fondling each other, probably getting really horny. My cock was almost bursting with lust as I wanted all of the girls and their mother/aunt to enjoy me before too long – if I had the stamina.

I pushed the older woman backwards until she fell gently to sit on the bed, my hands still caressing her breasts. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring and searching for excitement. My big hard cock was pressed against her knees and she parted them to bring me closer to her. I pushed her again until she lie on her back on the bed, then gently lifted her legs until I could slowly slide off her tiny panties.

I lowered her legs gently, parting them and then admiring her pussy as I let them rest on my shoulders. Her pussy was cleanly shaven and totally beautiful – large pink lips oozing juices and I could see her large clit ready for my tongue. She let me keep her legs up as I bent my face towards her pussy. Her sexual smell was very strong – she was extremely aroused – yummy!

I heard a little voice say, "He's got a great tongue, Mum!"

I put out my tongue and touched her pussy lips. I felt her shudder. I gently delved deeper and brought out a deep passionate moan. Then I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and began to tease her, stroking up and down across it, dipping deep into her pussy and then stroking her clit again. She held onto my head and groaned in rhythm with my tongue.

"He's gonna make her cum," came a gentle voice behind me.

The older woman was almost beside herself with lust as I teased her on and on, feeling her orgasm building and then letting it subside. Her juices were flowing and my face was covered in her tangy taste. I now wanted to feel her cum so I slowly moved to slip one finger deep inside her welcoming pussy. This went so easily and produced such a wild reaction that I pushed another finger inside her, then another. The woman was crying with pleasure as I licked and fingered her, driving her on towards a huge orgasm.

Suddenly, her scream went off the scale, her body contracted wildly and her pussy went into mad spasms on my fingers. She orgasmed like an electrified wild cat, crashing and writhing on the bed so much that I couldn't hold onto her. 

It seemed like an age before she could calm down enough to smile at me and say softly, "Thanks!"

Her two daughters rushed to her side and cradled her as she lie there in a satisfied stupor. They chatted madly for several minutes.

Meanwhile their cousin, Sam, rushed to my side, knelt beside me and grabbed for my throbbing cock. She almost lie on the floor as she tried to stuff it in her mouth, but it was just too big. After trying several times, she looked up at me with a crazy grin, her hands stroking the fat shaft.

"Will it fit inside my little pussy?" she asked wildly.

"I don't know, but it's not your turn yet!" I responded. 

She looked at me in disappointment.

"Aunty is not ready yet!" she cried.

"Oh yes I am," said the woman, sitting up and dragging me up onto the bed so that my cock slid straight up between her legs and immediately right into her soaking pussy.

The three girls sat back in amazement as the woman then turned me over so that she was on top and began to ride on my cock like a mad thing. I could see my long fat cock sliding in and out of her pussy, while her juices dripped out in volumes. 

The girls' faces were alight with lust and surprise at how wildly the older woman had responded. She was groaning and moaning as she rode me, dropping down hard on my cock each time and grunting with pleasure. Her pussy was going into mad spasms along my shaft and I knew she was about to orgasm. I held myself high so that she could bounce me deeply into her and then she exploded, orgasming with a piercing scream and collapsing backwards in exhaustion, my cock still inside her.

There were cries of "Wow! Look at her! How can she do that?" from the three girls who were all gathered round the violently orgasming woman. 

They caressed and fondled the woman's breasts and kissed her face as she began to calm down a little. She finally could sit back up, with my still hard cock buried deep inside her pussy.

"That was just amazing," she murmured, with a huge smile. "I've never cum like that before – with anyone!" she emphasised.

"Did he cum too?" asked Tasha.

"I wouldn't know – I couldn't feel anything but my own orgasm," explained the mother/aunt.

The girls giggled.

"I always feel the guy cum...uh oh!" admitted Tricia, immediately wishing she hadn't said that.

"You..!! said her Mum and Tasha at the same time.

"Sorry," apologized Tricia, "I know I should have told you. Dad's been enjoying me for a couple of years now, and Uncle Tony too."

"But how could Cliff...?" queried her mother, looking very disappointed. "Is that's what has been wrong these last months?"

"We've done it almost every night," admitted her daughter. "He sneaks out when you're asleep."

"Oh my," consoled Tasha, caressing her mother, "You are a bitch, Tricia."

"I love him, Mum, more than anything," the young girl admitted. "And he does it so well!"

"But he hasn't been doing it with me that well for at least a year. I thought it was just coz he was getting on a bit.

To be continued,,,,,