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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.

ENTER
TEEN STEAM

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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