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HOOKING-UP
Chapter 4: My Good Friend Marc's Experiences (and mine...)
I had met Marc only a year before all my experiences with
Kati and Christine started happening. Nonetheless, we'd
become best friends very quickly without any effort. We
had several things in common. We enjoyed hanging out at
the weekend school parties. We enjoyed chasing women and
we probably enjoyed the chase more in some cases than the
women themselves. I know that sounds bad, but then, I've
known girls who've been at least as 'playful' as that in
terms of social games. We had similar tastes in music, and
enjoyed mall-store and music shopping together. He had a
car at the time; I had a motorcycle. We liked the same
beer. To address all these common interests in one chapter
(and a few others I haven't mentioned), I have to tell you
about one time we didn't like the on-campus party that a
dorm adjacent to mine was hosting, and left to hit a local
bar for a while.
The night I'm talking about was about six months before I
met Kati and Christine. Inevitably we'd started by getting
at least one 12-pack of Michelob Light bottles, and dumping
them all in a little cooler I had. Then we headed over to
the party, looking reasonably good; it had been a long day
and we didn't feel like dressing to kill. We had the
classic schlepp look. It had been early, not too many
people were there, but it was a nice way to slowly ease
into the evening! We hung out with some folks, drifted
around a bit, until it became painfully obvious that if
this party was EVER going to see any action/fun, it wasn't
going to start for quite a while. I began to get the
feeling that perhaps there was an off-campus party that I
hadn't heard about (that wasn't often...) and I hated that
feeling.
"Marc, let's bag." He agreed, we hopped into his Chevy
Cavalier, and before he turned the ignition on, I said,
"wait... I think I want to take the bike, too... you
never know!" He made a frown, because he always thought
that meant I'd leave him early if I picked someone up. But
although I've met people when out with him, I never left
early whether or not he had met some girl. When we went
out, we were a group for the evening. If girls wanted to
join in our party, fine. He understood that, and because I
KNEW he understood that, I took it to mean that he was
jealous of how women reacted to the "want to go for a ride"
line... for good reason. It turned out I wouldn't need it
that night, but who knows in advance, eh?
I smiled, and said, "so where do you wanna go, buddy?"
He finally grinned and said, "I have a really weird
idea..."
Pause. Long pause. "Yeah? So? Keep me in suspense, why
don't you!"
"The Well." Hah! Marc wanted to go to the Well! That was
funny. You see, the Well was usually a middle-aged (30's &
40's) desperate meat-market kind of place! Every once in a
while they had good top 40's dance bands with some flair,
but it was funny to go in there! At our age, early 20's,
people went in there for a night of comedy.
I thought about it, grinning, thinking, it's gotta be
better than this. I had no idea how much it would be,
then, though! "You're on! I'll see you there in 25
minutes! Stay in your boat, ok?" And I ran back to my
room to get TWO helmets... you never know, right? I ran
out to my 3 yr. old Hurricane (I loved that bike), hopped
on, and headed out for the 10 mile drive to the Well.
The sky was bright and crisp, the air humid, and the moon
was almost full. Full moon weekends always seemed to have
their mystique... after all, the strangest sexual events
in my life always seemed to coincide with the lunar cycle.
Call me nuts.
Although the drive was about 10 miles, there were a bunch
of red lights, and also the carefully watched speed limit
of 45 mph slowed my progress. I finally made it, not that
I had minded the gorgeous night drive at all, and caught up
with Marc in the parking lot. It was *full*. I parked up
near the front but around the side of the bar, amongst
other cycles, and locked my own helmet on next to the
spare. I ran over to Marc's car and hopped in.
"Hey buddy! How's the drive?"
"You tell me, Phil! You probably enjoyed it more..." and
he handed me a VERY cold Mich Light.
Guzzle. My first cold beer in a while goes down sooo
smooth and fast, know what I mean? "Boy that was cold.
Gimme another!"
Marc and I always took our beer to the bar and would kill
at least two beers before going in, to save on money spent
inside. Hey! We were college students. You do what you
have to do.
"Know what?" Marc asked.
"No. What?" I reached for another beer and drank about
half of it in one long draw.
"I could really do with some pussy!" He made me laugh -- I
almost spit out the beer in my mouth!
Well put, I thought. Marc was a nice guy. He was even
nice to women, but he probably wasn't as sexually active as
I was, so his level of frustration had to be higher... and
even saying things like that weren't meant to be nasty or
disrespectful, it was just guy-talk. One guy talking to
another about how awesome it would have felt -right then-
to have some bodacious hot co-ed slip her sex down and over
his cock and rhythmically raise him to mind-blowing heights
of sexual release...
Phew. "No doubt. Trim hunt! Shall we?" I gestured to
our remaining open bottles, and after Marc nodded, I
upturned mine and swallowed the rest... we jumped out of
the car, locked it up, patted our wallets, turned towards
the bar, readjusted our crotches (our OWN), and walked
towards the door!
The bass was clearly pounding even before we opened the
front door to the bar. It looked kind of sleazy for a
nightclub, but then, we already knew that! We also knew
that we'd have to pay a couple of bucks to get in. The
cover charge was never particularly high; they charged a
lot for watered down drinks and had a pretty low operating
overhead because the place (despite it's sound and light
system) occupied reasonably bad real estate. But, as we
always knew, despite their sleazyness and clear desperation
(true for both sexes in this joint), there were always a
good number of hot looking women. Older women. Oh well.
We came for a reason...
We paid our money, looked around and smiled at the funny
out-of-date clothing and started filtering through the
crowd milling about near and around the entrance area.
This was not the corner to be in. So, we located a bar off
to the left, and headed over to stand in front of it.
This particular bar (within the club) was an
oval/rectangular bar island, seats all around, lots of
people in front, turned away from it and toward the dance
floor; not many people behind it. Come to think of it
there probably wasn't more than one or two back there.
Anyhow, we still hadn't seen enough, so I pointed out the
area behind the bar island to sit and perch for a bit, and
we headed back around and each took a stool, getting into
the out-of-date-by-at-least-2-years dance music! My intent
when I get to a place like this, within 5 minutes of being
there, is to look around, check out all the attractive
women, and immediately locate which women are checking me
out. There were several women looking my way, as I took my
seat, but no one who really grabbed my attention. I
watched for a while.
Eventually, Marc said, "OK, Bud. I'm going hunting,
alright? Wanna mingle?"
"Nahhh. I'll hang here for a bit."
"Suit yourself..." and he grinned for effect, then left.
I decided to stay put for a bit longer, not because I was
being shy, but because I wasn't in the mood yet to get into
some long unnecessary conversation with some woman I didn't
know, just for the sake of coaxing her into bed. Yet! I
said... yet! I needed to get into the right state of
mind, where it didn't matter what happened that night; it
didn't matter if I found nothing, it didn't matter if I got
to fuck the hottest female in the place until I couldn't
get it up anymore... that was my zen! If it didn't
matter, if I believed it didn't matter, then it would
almost definitely happen. Not really. but that way, if I
went home empty handed, it was OK, I was still happy, it
would have been a fun night. But if I didn't, and I got
some of what I wanted, then I enjoyed it all the more.
Also, things always seem to happen more when you're not
actively looking for them to happen!
So I was checking the place out, and I started to notice
certain people's more regular behavior patterns. Certain
guys seemed to have a circle that they ALWAYS walked in
around the club, to keep moving and see what they might
find standing alone by a bar or the dance floor's edge...
certain women sat by the bar and did certain hair flips or
leg movements when a guy they liked passed by, and the same
sort of thing would happen when women ignored a guy. This
was starting to be amusing, although I was starting to feel
an itch to interact rather than observe.
I got up once, walked around the dance floor slowly,
stopping in a couple of places to check out a few ladies
dancing with morons, and at one point I noticed that Marc
had found himself a tall leggy blond with a really large
chest. She wasn't that old, and she looked like the
hairdresser type. You know what I mean. I didn't bother
him, al- though I winked at him when I caught his
attention. Eventually I cycled back to the rear of the bar
island and ordered an Amaretto Sour (Amaretto Di Saronno,
what else is there?). But, this time, there were several
women standing around one spot behind the island, and one
of them, as I passed by, smiled a really shit-eating grin.
She had a really plain face, with nice but forgettable
brown hair down to around her shoulders. And she had a
nice body, for an older woman. I estimated her to be
around 40 years of age... Her skin was taut, though, and
she definitely worked out. She was wearing a long dark
ruffled skirt, and a light blue denim shirt with the tails
tied in front (wanna-be younger look, I think). Oh, and
she was wearing black western fuck-me boots. No doubt.
She was't bad. She was trim... I've never been attracted
to overweight women, although I have been friends with many
(weight doesn't play any role with friendships, right? Why
should it?). I don't even know if I could stay hard. All
the women in my family had been grossly over- weight, and I
think it permanently turned me off to it. Maybe that's not
fair to the wonderful female personalities out there who're
carrying around extra weight, but so be it.
I didn't stare too long, but kept a cold look and got back
on my stool. There were two other ladies with her,
probably the same age. I decided she wasn't my fantasy
girl, and kept looking around.
But I suppose she wasn't to be put off too easily. After a
few minutes, I looked around, and she was still there, but
her friends had disappeared. She had either stayed behind
when they took off, or she had told them to get lost. No
matter. She wasn't phenomenal. Some- thing phenomenal
would have to happen to make me play with this lady.
Something phenomenal did...
She smiled at me when she noticed me notice her (she'd been
waiting, I guess), and I just looked at her, sipping my
drink. I didn't look nervous, I just held her stare. And
I stayed where I was. She finally held up her glass in a
toast, and then wiggled her index finger inviting me over.
I decided to drag it out. I put my index finger into my
drink, pulled it out, and sucked it dry, staring at her, no
smile. She pursed her lips into the shape of saying "oooh"
and flipped her hair around and stared at me from behind a
lock of brown hair.
Alright, I thought. Time to decide. I got up, took a sip,
adjusted my clothing (dragging it out), and decided to play
with her head. I mean, who was this middle-aged female,
trying to seduce a college-age boy?!? Time to find out how
game she could be. Or push her limits... I slowly walked
the ten or so feet to her stool, half-smiling, and when I
got to her, I saw she was half-sitting, half leaning, on
her stool, one straight leg planted on the floor, and one
leg bent at the knee with her foot on a high placed rail
bar under the bar, so while she was facing me, her right
thigh was horizontal to the floor, and I put my hand
squarely on her upper thigh, squeezed gently, and leaned in
to say, somewhat quietly and in a low voice, "Are you wet,
yet?"
And without waiting too long for an answer, I lightly
licked her neck before she could do anything... and walked
away to take another walk around the bar. I gave her a few
minutes, and when I came back I resumed sitting at my old
stool, and still she was the only other person behind the
bar island!
I sipped at my drink, and finally looked over to the
brunette off to the right of me, who seemed to have this
half-smiling, half-quizzical look to her, and when she
finally caught me looking over, she seemed to have already
made up her mind about something when she got up off her
stool and started sashaying her way over to me. Uh oh, I
thought.
I didn't always think I could automatically get laid, but
here's the scoop on that night: take two relatively good
looking guys, in shape, young, and put them in a pick-up
dance club where most of the patrons, some good-looking,
some ugly, are over 30, and those two guys can pick and
choose all night long.
I decided that sex was easy enough to find when I really
wanted only that, and I was, I admit, feeling a little bit
cocky and self-assured, so I had decided to play a little
self-righteous game with the women who frequented this
place. Not nice of me, but fun. A lot of fun. So here
was this easily 40-year-old woman with, I swear, a
surprisingly good body but nothing particularly attractive
about her face, and she was after me. I decided right then
she was going to have to work for it, and even then I might
not decide to fuck her. She seemed like the sexist person
within maybe 20-30 feet of my position, and I wasn't yet in
the mood to go roaming yet. Especially when satisfaction
was standing in front of me.
Don't get me wrong. I'm the same guy who cared about
Christine's pleasure, and her feelings. I was the same guy
when this happened. But, there's not a one of you that
hasn't been in the mood for just sex with total strangers,
and on your terms ONLY. This was that kind of night...
"So what do you like to do," she leaned over into my
shoulder and drawled over the music, grinning and almost
winking when she pulled back to look at my eyes.
I thought about that one. Should I be assertive? Be shy
and let her do some work? Naah. She wasn't hot enough to
drag it out. We weren't very visible where we were
standing. I leaned back towards her ear. I decided to
REALLY push it. "If you want to please me, unzip me. Take
out my cock, and stroke me. Make me cum. If you're lucky,
I'll let you bend down and swallow it." And I squinted at
her for effect.
She just stood motionless. It was clear I had really
tested her resolve and interest. Her jaw opened a little,
as though she might say something in response (I almost
expected a slap or something), but she closed her mouth,
smiled, and then said "You're going to enjoy this... I
hope you let me taste you..." and she reached out with
both arms and grabbed my belt to pull me closer...,
unzipping my jeans with one hand.
I'd done it! I'd dared some sexy older woman to make me
cum, just like that, directly, and she'd accepted! It was
almost surreal how she just said yes. I didn't know this
woman, and she'd gone for my cock like a baby for candy!
She reached in through my boxers to start touching,
scratching around the base of my shaft. We both appeared
to just be talking closely, watching the dance floor
through the enclosed bar area blocking our view. By then
she had a really good grip on my quickly-hardening penis,
and I was growing to full size. All the while she had
stopped looking at the room, and stared down at my cock
pumping in and out of her hand... "God. What a beautiful
cock you have," she purred into my ear, looking back down.
I bet it tastes really sweet... so young and smooth... do
you want to fuck later? Huh? You want to fuck me later?
I really want you to take me somewhere later so you can
fuck me hard with this..." and she kept pumping, staring
at it, "hot cock... I love it... I love your cock.
You've got to fuck me later... wanna see how wet you've
got me?"
This brunette was jacking me off behind the bar, saying the
dirtiest things in my ear, and no one seemed to be any the
wiser! I'd never thought about how horny older women get,
but what they say is TRUE! She was hornier than I usually
ever get! And she wanted it! I started to think about the
power I was having over her, and whether or not I'd take
her later, but actually, I was enjoying the intensity of
her hand up and down my cock so much, that I decided to
stop thinking and stop staring at her bland face. I
started looking out at the dance floor and around the bar,
and across the bar, and easily 15-20 feet down at the other
end (diagonally across from me) was some redhead talking to
some guy, wearing a TIGHT white stretch top, showing her
nipples really well, and I watched as he grabbed her and
went up on the dance floor. There were other good looking
women at the bar, and some really ugly ones, but when I saw
the ass on this lady, I knew she was going to be the one my
mind fucked while I got my easy hand-job...
So while this brunette picked up the pace on my shaft, and
leaned in to lick my ear a little (she certainly did know
how to make me feel good, I'll give her that), I watched
the redhead on the dance floor get pulled against the guy
she was with, and nestle her jean-clad legs into his, I
started thinking how awesome it would be to walk up behind
her, say "take off" to the guy, reach around her, unbutton
her quickly, and rip her jeans off from behind, with
everyone watching... I'd catch her by surprise, she'd
gasp, but when she saw how hard I was, she'd be transfixed!
In her moment of indecision, I'd bend her forward, lean way
over and lick her snatch up and down a couple of times, to
get her good and wet... then I'd plunge my meat into her
all the way, no warning, just a long deep thrust into her
vice-tight pussy. I'd reach around with one hand to her
clit, start rubbing up and down in time to my small, deep
thrusts, and grab her chest with the other hand, and we'd
be spooned together while I fucked the shit out of her
tight pussy from behind. I bet she'd be a screamer...
"Yeah, babe, that's it. Faster..." I told the brunette.
She smiled back at me...
"Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Let me know, OK?"
"Harder... and I'll decide if I'll tell you, understood?
I didn't say you could swallow it, did I?"
She squeezed me, hard (!WOW!) at the base, and kept her
strokes long and hard, trying not to draw any attention
from the bar (we weren't being watched). "OK baby.
Please, hon, let me drink it, huh? I need some cum and I
want you to give it me..." I think this gal really needed
some guy to just come along and tell her *exactly* what he
wanted and that she was going to do ONLY that -- domination
fantasy or something. This red- head on the dance floor
was moving around in a really sexy way; my mind jumped back
to the fantasy I was having with her; almost immediately I
felt the early tingles of my impending explosion, and
thought quick... If I wanted to cum inside this redhead's
pussy, the closest thing right now was this brunette's
mouth, so I reached out for her small purse on the edge of
the bar and nudged it over the edge, saying... "Oh sorry.
I didn't mean to drop that," and when she started to bend
down for it, "Fucking swallow my cum, now... now... yeah,
that's it, make me cum!"
She had bent down (forgetting her purse) and 'swallowed' me
whole; her nose was nuzzling in my pubes, and that sent me
right over the edge being inside her warm and wet mouth,
feeling that gentle suction in waves over my cock. The
redhead on the dance floor was squeezing the cum right out
of me every time she rocked left and right with her
beautiful ass... Those nipples were rock hard, and I was
buried to the hilt! I held this bru- nette's mouth over me
deep, felt her breathing through her nose, so I knew she
was OK, and, trying not to appear orgasmic, felt the cum
shoot up through the base of my shaft and all the way out
through the head into the wet warmth of the cavern
surrounding me. God that felt good. I felt all the
tension shoot right out of my body with my cum, and felt
like I was slumping, relaxing, and just oozing with fresh
satisfaction. I was spent.
The brunette milked me while I grew too sensitive, so I
grabbed her and pulled her off me, zipping myself up
afterwards. She put her arms around me, and I let her,
just feeling good, not wanting to move. I closed my eyes
and took in the beat and the barest hints of moving lights
through my lids. The beer, the orgasm, the beat, and her
warmth all was an amazing combination to experience. I
reached down and squeezed this lady's butt, letting her
know I'd enjoyed her ministrations, and said, "Thank you.
I'm going to the bathroom now. If I feel like it, I'll
find you later, and I might just... *fuck* the shit out of
you... if you can take it..." and to press the point, I
grabbed her hair, pulled back on it to lift her face
towards mine, and I sent my tongue deep into her mouth and
squeezed her hard against me. I tasted a little salty in
her mouth, but she'd swallowed pretty well, so I didn't
mind. When I broke the kiss, she had this hazy look to her
face, and she stepped back a foot or so, reached down and
pulled up the hem of her black skirt, barely revealing the
crotch mound of her lacy panties, and said, "something to
look forward to, sexy..."
I watched closely as she pulled her bikini lace undies out
of the way to her left, reached down and under with her
right hand to show me a *completely* bald pussy! She then
reached further in and rubbed her pussy lips up and down
several times, and then reached back up, dropped her skirt,
and squarely put her index finger in my mouth for me to
taste.
"You've got a sweet pussy, my little suck-slave..." Boy, I
thought, where the hell was I coming up with this shit?
But she seemed to enjoy it a lot. I was feeling more and
more like this was some silly game.
"You better believe it... and if you like how it tastes,
you won't believe how it feels wrapped around your gorgeous
fuck-toy... You know how much I want to feel you inside
me..."
I almost couldn't keep from laughing at the inanity of the
situation. So I just smiled and reached down and felt up
her pubis, stroked her a couple of times and walked off to
find more adventure!
I walked over to the bathroom and went in to relieve myself
a bit further, and upon coming out felt strangely like my
night was hardly over. So I caught a chair off to the side
of the dance floor and stared out at the couples moving
around. It was time to have a laugh or two. One of the
things that's funniest about a place like the Well had to
do with how badly some of the middle aged men there dance.
It was a joke! They couldn't move to the beat; they
couldn't take their eyes off some ho's tits, and they wore
those horrible black or white button-down shirts, sometimes
even wearing VESTS! Jeez. Get a life, I thought. Get a
hobby. It seemed pretty sad if they came here often
because they didn't feel like they'd get anything meeting
women elsewhere.
Folks, in my experience, you can get just as far if not
further with a woman who DOESN'T frequent a place like this
just as fast if not faster. There are good reasons for
going to a place like this, but ONLY sex wasn't it. People
need to let off steam and people-watch. Beyond that, if
you just want to get laid, go to the GROCERY store! Or a
discount department store like K-mart or Target or Walmart!
Or get a hobby and spend public time actively pursuing it!
Far more sexual women participate in hobbies and actively
SHOP than go to places like these. Some men really need a
major awakening.
Oh well. So I caught myself thinking about some of their
sorry lives, and shook myself out of it when I finally
located Marc again!
All that time (while I was getting fresh cum sucked out of
me), Marc was having a VERY interesting time out on the
dance floor with this out-of- -control blonde lady feeling
him up in public. And lots of the middle-aged guys in the
bar were standing around the dance floor staring at him,
wondering how the hell he had gotten so lucky! If only
they'd seen me...
She was wearing 70's-style stretch lycra pants and an
oversize white button-down shirt, drawn in at the waist by
a big red belt. Hah! What an outfit! And she had on
3-inch-heels, you know, "fuck-me" pumps. Phew. And Marc
was grinding up against this woman who had to be at least
8-10 years older than him. You could tell she was pushing
that pussy tight up against his crotch, and he was loving
it!
I watched her move against him to the beat of the music as
it changed to a slower tune; the light faded back to a
darker ambience, and people started to sway back and forth.
The blonde's eyes were half open, and she'd plastered her
body as close to Marc's as she could've without glue. She
looked like she needed it almost as much as he did!
I didn't have to wonder long about what came next when she
grabbed his hand off of her ass, and started walking him
towards the back door to the place. What would come next
was most likely Marc...
The Well was located on the inland side of our beach town,
and had a series of piers and marina docks running all up
and down the area behind the bar. It was a well-known
after-hours spot for overheated Well guests. I decided
what Marc was up to would be hotter than anything I was
watching on the dance floor, so I waited a few minutes,
then followed them out the back door! Little did I know at
the time - someone else had the same idea.
When I exited the rear of the bar, the cold feel and the
smell of salt water hit me hard as I cooled down from the
inside heat. My eyes adjusted to the increased light right
around the door, but managed to locate Marc and his little
slut-puppy from inside walking about 50 yards down one of
the docks off to my right. I quietly started moving off in
that direction. There was little likelihood that I'd be
noticed, and I kept moving and realized as I did so that
the light was dropping off to my rear, and my eyes were
once again getting used to seeing in the dark. Watching
closely, I noticed that they had climbed aboard some boat I
couldn't see very well. I kept walking and turned left
where they had done so several minutes be- fore, heading
out on a smaller pier. There were several small yachts
tied up at various intervals, and I thought I saw the one
that they had gone to.
I slowly walked up there, trying not to make any noise, but
none of the lights were on in any of these boats' cabins,
so I figured I didn't have to worry too much. It wasn't
that late out. Suddenly I heard some creaking behind me,
and when I stopped to look, I assumed it had been a noisy
wooden pier swaying with the waves, because I couldn't see
anything. I forgot about the noise and continued on, and
when I arrived at the boat they had gotten on to, a small
light came on in the cabin, and I got close enought to peer
in through a small porthole where the blinds failed to
close all the way. "Alright!" I thought. Marc's gonna
get fucked!
When I leaned over the edge of the boat, and looked in, I
could clearly see Marc sitting on a couch off to my right,
and this woman was basically draped over him, stroking his
crotch through his jeans. "Nice boat," I thought, looking
around. But that didn't hold my attention for long. Why?
Because the blonde had stood up, grabbed hold of her waist,
kicked off her heels, and peeled off her lycra stretch
pants and panties in one fluid motion, leaning way over
towards him so he couldn't quite see her pussy yet. But I
could. She had this really hairy blond bush peeking out
between her ass cheeks. She looked slutty, but she *did*
have a very hot body. Nice legs. Sheesh. So she stood
up, slowly, for full effect, and as she did, you could see
Marc unable to look at anything other than her bush. She
stayed three-four feet in front of him, while he lay back
against the couch-back, enjoying the show, and she reached
down and stuck a finger right into her fucking hole. Fuck!
Where do these women come from?!? She just stood there in
front of him, playing with her pussy, and while she did, he
unzipped himself and took out his cock. Immediately I got
jealous. His cock was noticeably longer than mine was. I
shouldn't have been jealous; I always got more action, but
he was longer. Oh well.
Anyhow, he started stroking himself, so she stopped her
self-reverie to watch him expose himself to her, and she
stood transfixed, licking her lips, showing how much she
was looking forward to what was coming...
By this time, I had my right hand inside my pants,
squeezing the hell out of my own once-again erect organ,
and all because I wasn't paying attention to anything but
the show in front of me, I almost jumped out of my skin
when a sexy voice beside me said, "so what's got you so
worked up, honey?" Jesus! I tried REALLY hard not to let
on how much I had been startled, but I doubt it worked.
Lucky this gal had other things on her mind. It was the
short-haired brunette from inside the bar who'd sucked my
dry not an hour ago.
"I saw you leave, and I really wanted some more of what
you've got to offer..." I grinned, and looked back at the
show in front of me. The same. They were building the
tension... staring at each other.
"My friend seems to have been picked up by some blonde who
owns a boat. Come on over, take a look..." And she smiled
wickedly as she slid over in front of me. I almost heard
her breathing pick up when she watched what I was seeing.
We stopped thinking about what we were doing as we saw the
blonde up the ante.
Marc's leggy blonde slowly squatted in front of him, legs
spread about two feet apart, then, as she put her hands
down on either side, rocked back so her ass touched the
ground. She sat back, and then leaned backwards so her
pussy and blonde bush were more visible to Marc, not to
mention me and the 40-year-old grinding her ass against my
cock.
I saw Marc's eyes get glassy and his mouth drop open more
when she lay back on the carpet, lift up on her elbows,
lick her lips, and mouth, unmistakably, "FUCK ME." She
still had on her red belt, holding the tails of a huge
white shirt out of the way, and as Marc began to get up,
she struggled with one hand to unbutton the top buttons on
her shirt. She managed to undo a few before Marc knelt in
front of her, cock in hand, and she pulled one side out of
the way to make visible a really enormous right breast,
somewhat saggy, but still really big.
"Shit" I said, almost loudly, "look at those tits..."
The brunette in front of me laughed a little and said,
"You're getting, hard, kiddo. You think you might be
willing to give me a little of that?"
"Shut up. I might fuck you if you don't stop beggin for
it..."
"Ooooh.. yeah, treat me like your fuck-slave, come on...
fuck me while your friend fucks her, ok?" She reached
behind her and lifted up the back of her skirt around her
waist, showing me her tight, creamy buns. It was really
clear now that she worked out. I bet she could squeeze me
dry...
"Where are your panties, pussy?" I asked, when I looked
down and saw her bald mons, glistening in the dark from the
moonlight.
"In my purse-- I wanted you to be able to fuck me really
easily."
Easy access. How thoughtful of her. OK, I thought. This
could be really interesting. Of course, I was too far gone
to worry about protec- tion. I know that's really bad, but
I just wanted to be inside a pussy. Not any pussy, but
that blonde pussy with the hairy bush... Marc's little
treasure for the night. I pulled out of my boxers,
unbuckled and unbuttoned myself, and freed my now aching
cramped member... oooh, the night air. I wouldn't stay
hard too long this way. I didn't have to worry, though,
be- cause in several seconds, the brunette reached back,
guided me to her silky entrance, and without getting me
lubed, proved she had more than enough for me when she
slammed hard back against my cock.
"Oohhhhhhh...." She made this deep guttural moan... if I
knew she could make noise like that, I would've fucked her
earlier. She could make me come like that alone. Phew.
We watched, not moving, as inside the boat Marc buried
himself deep inside the blonde's crotch. The woman
underneath him opened her mouth wide with eyes clenched
shut, gripped his back with her nails, and started moving
against him immediately, clutching at his back. She was
going to get the fucking of her life. I looked down at the
base of my cock buried to the hilt inside this sopping bald
cunt, and said, "I hope you can take it..."
She turned her head, showing a thin smile and an evil look
in her eyes, and said, "You better fuck the shit out of me,
mister. I've got enough tight pussy to keep you busy for
days on end, if you'll let me, hon. Come on, babe. Fuck
me deep." And with that, she looked back through the port-
hole, watching Marc fuck some woman on the carpet of her
cabin, with long deep strokes. I clutched at this gal's
small breasts through her denim shirt, while I pumped deep
into and through her cunt lips to paradise within... I
loved it. Her shaved pussy was worth waiting for, though.
I could feel her grinding her skin against my pubic bone,
and every square inch of her lips were leaving their tingly
reaction behind as she slid up and down on my shaft. "I
like your shaved pussy, slut."
"I knew you would, honey. I knew you'd like my pussy. I
told you how good and tight it would be, didn't I...
yes... OHhhhhh... GOD you feel so thick by my clit. It's
rubbing my clit really hard. Keep that up, stud. Don't
you dare stop. I need it. Make me cum hard, hon, make me
cum... Hey look at them, they're changing positions..."
She pointed my attention back to Marc and the blonde. She
was right. They were.
Marc moved back to a sitting position on the couch and the
blond climbed on top of him, mounting his cock. They
slowed once he was back inside her, and she pulled off her
shirt, exposing that huge chest to us. I thought about how
nice it would feel to fuck her tits-- almost as nice as the
bru- nette's cunt felt right about now. I was standing
behind her, with her skirt hiked up around her waist,
plunging as deep as I could manage into a soaking wet set
of lips that felt like they were clutching at every inch of
me. A wave of pleasure rocked me every couple of minutes
and I moaned, egging her on, and then she surprised me,
reaching down through her legs, watching the rider inside
take Marc inside her in deep slow strokes. She reached in
and then back, first lightly then more firmly touching my
balls as I pushed deep inside. We weren't really moving
much, so she was able to take hold of me, but she was
gentle enough.
And things began to speed up... the blonde leaving slick
reflection marks on Marc's upright cock as she rocked
forward began to make more noise, almost yelling about how
good his cock felt, and I imagined it was the brunette.
But then, I didn't have to imagine, so I said "You think
you can make noise, sexy? I don't think I want to cum.
You think you can make me cum with your deep voice, pussy?"
I had leaned forward and looked sidelong into her
half-lidded eyes when I said that, and when I did, her eyes
just sort of rolled back into her head, and she started
moaning on every thrust, chanting at first in a deep
pitched whisper, then louder, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...
come on, yeah yeh yeh... fuck me..." and various forms of
the same... but that voice started sending chills up my
spine, and back down again into my balls as she squeezed
them. That had done it... I couldn't hold back anymore as
I clutched her for all I was worth, squeezing her out of
breath for a second as I pumped my seed into her bare cunt.
I stood there, spasming, and let out a loud groan as I lost
control. I could only wonder about how many had heard me,
and then as I relaxed, I slumped over the brunette, and her
over the railing, rocking our side of the boat several
inches lower. The blonde turned her head as we looked in,
with a slight smile on her lips, and then she picked up the
pace, Marc none the wiser. Then she started practically
jumping on his cock, and it was clear that she was cumming,
and if it hadn't been clear from the show, she started
loudly groaning for her audience... When she slowed, Marc
tried to keep it going, but she got off, and said something
to him, while stroking him, so he wouldn't get the wrong
idea, and she left our view for a second. Suddenly (I
almost freaked again), a voice came from off to our right.
"Sarah--" the naked blond with huge knockers looked down at
the brunette and smiled, "come on in-- bring your man
in..." Son of a BITCH! I thought. They KNEW each other!
I could only shake my head as the woman I was with, Sarah,
smiled and pulled my on board and down a step ladder into
the warmth of the cabin.
"Phil!" Marc said, reaching for the blond, who resumed
stroking him to keep him hard. "What the hell were you
doing outside?"
"I was watching you two, but apparently these two seem to
know each other. Damn if I'm not really surprised..." But
I was still hard. I hard just fucked one of the hottest
pussies I had felt in a while, and the blonde lady was
stroking Marc while she looked straight at me...
"He just fucked me outside, Moira. He's thick. Very nice.
And..." she looked right at my cock sticking out of my
jeans... "he's still rock hard. I just love the hell out
of that. Why don't you have a taste, hmmm?"
"I'd love to... but poor Marc here has a really bad case
of blue balls, and I'd hate to deprive him of the release
he seems to need so badly," and she reached down and sucked
a little on his head to make her point.
"No problem! I'm still soaking wet and I'd love a nice
long cock back inside me... you look like you'd do
nicely!" She moved over in front of him, and raised her
skirt to show her glistening skin around her lips.
"Oh fuck, babe. I need that pussy. Turn around and back
onto me, OK? No waiting-- she left me high and dry and I
want to come inside you..." Marc was gonna have sloppy
seconds! I didn't tell him. Why ruin the surprise!
Anyhow, that pussy was worth it! Sarah removed her skirt
and denim shirt, stripping down to reveal her athletic
older body, still extremely attractive and sexy. And she
backed over him, and eased down over his shaft. He just
lost complete control as he lifted her ass up and down, up
and down. I remembered what it felt like to be buried
inside her with no hair to get in the way, and completely
forgot about the blonde until I felt her encompass my cock
inside her mouth, stroking the base up and down with both
hands. Man oh man did that feel good. I knew I could
settle back for an excellent blowjob-- I wouldn't come too
soon.
Moira kept up that motion for a long time, even through the
moment when Marc exploded into Sarah's cunt, pushing so
hard off the couch he rubbed her clit enough to make her
come again. But I was lost in the feeling of this blonde
lady that Marc had fucked so hard earlier stroking my
entire crotch up and down, then reaching her tongue down to
lick my scrotum all over and nibble at the edges. I was in
heaven. No words were spoken since we had all come
downstairs and gotten down to business. Moira was kneeling
in front of me and starting to get her chest into the
action-- I was actually getting the tit-fuck I had been
imagining beforehand-- and it felt marvelous. It was a
slow buildup, but I felt like it wouldn't be long until I
came and I told her so. I said, "your mouth feels fucking
amazing, but I want to come inside your bush. I wanna fuck
you really hard for a little while and dump my load in your
pussy--- come on, lay back like you did for Marc."
Marc and Sarah watched silently as Moira, the blonde, lay
back and pulled her knees back to her chest, baring her
open lips for me, and I leaned for- ward off the couch,
placed my cockhead at her fuzzy entrance, and sunk in in
one motion all the way to the base of my cock. We had our
mouths open, not moving, enjoying the feeling, but I knew I
had to come and I let myself pick it up, drawing out almost
all the way and sinking back in deeply. I knew I wouldn't
last more than a minute or two, so I just let it happen-- I
just pumped her for all I was worth to the sound of her
grunts when I thrust, and let the feeling encompass me from
my toes all the way up to the base of my skull. I just
thrust as hard as I could and kept it deep, press- ing at
her clit as I starting pumping inside her all the energy I
had left to give. Wave after wave of pleasure passed over
me as my whole body started to spasm, lose control. I
don't think I had much sperm left to give, but sometimes
the feeling of a second and third cum is more powerful than
even the first can be.
And then it was over. I couldn't move; I just lay there,
watching as Moira just breathed underneath me-- she'd blown
my mind. It looked as though we'd also blown hers, but
then, it also appeared as though these two weren't new-
cummers to this activity. I pulled out, and leaned back to
sit on the floor with my back to the couch, exhausted.
I looked from Moira whose enormous breasts heaved with
every breath, over to Sarah, who began to stir, then got up
with a contented smile on her face and went over to the
galley area in the back of the room and came back with an
open bottle of red wine. Someone had been drinking in here
before Marc brought Moira back here. Sarah walked back to
the couch, shaking her tail a little bit as she sat back
down. She took a drink and then we began to pass it
around.
We relaxed for a while, mellowing from the wine and getting
our energy back, and then after a while, since they asked
so nicely and they both went to wash off first, Marc and I
went down on them at the same time, me on Sarah, and Marc
on Moira. I got to lick that beautiful slick baby- smooth
pussy, and was rewarded with a really fast orgasm that made
her too sensitive for me to continue, so we waited as Marc
finished up Moira.
It had been too bizarre an evening to really end it in some
sappy way, so we just thanked them for a great night and
dressed and left. Apparently this was Moira's dock slip,
and her husband had died some years before leaving her a
lot of money, so she led a good life. She had met Sarah at
the Well, then bumped into her often in the neighborhood,
and the friendship just ensued. I just explained that Marc
and I were friends from school. We didn't want to be
tracked down, so when they asked for our numbers we
declined, but we said that didn't mean we weren't
interested in seeing them again-- we'd catch them at the
Well sometime. And we left.
We lumbered along the dock getting our balance back (it
wasn't easy), and laughed as we headed around the Well into
the parking lot. What a night. What a hook-up. The girls
at school were into hooking up too, but rarely along the
lines of the little fuck-fest we had just had. I just
wanted to drive home and get some really deep sleep. What
a time. Who says college years are the hardest of your
life?
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