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   Boat Girl Dreams by Darius Thornhill

   Discussing the trip and the potential of being couped up on a 38-foot
yacht with six second-year female students from the oceanographic
institute, Jack, their tutor and also a qualified yacht-master said, "Don't
worry, they'll look on you as a father figure, after all you're the guy
sailing the boat, they'll just laze around and sunbathe topless on the
foredeck."

   "Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed.

   "And besides," he added.  "teenage girls only fuck middle-aged men in
the dreams of those same middle-aged men!"

   "Hey come on!  I'm only 45!"

   "As far as they are concerned that's well middle aged - nearly dead in
fact!"

   "Well OK.  I'll be a professional skipper and a reluctant father
figure."

   "Don't worry - you won't have any choice," he said as we finished our
beers and went out to the minibus.

   At the airport we met a gaggle of laughing, chatting girls full of
excitement and some apprehension.  This was the first big offshore trip for
some of them and they weren't sure how they would cope.  Helping them throw
their bags in the back of the bus I appraised each one as they replied to
my "Hi, I'm John, welcome to the island." routine.  Some were mature,
confident and shot a "Hi John, I'm Jenny (or Felicity, or Mary - you get
the drift).  But some were more reserved, just a nod and nervous smile. 
Towards the back of the line a short, studious looking girl stood waiting
her turn to hand me her bag.  "Hi, I'm John, welcome to the island." I
said, looking into dark brown eyes framed by what I call 'librarian'
spectacles.

   "Thank you John." She said in a refined English accent as I hefted her
bag.  "I'm Verity." Her short dark hair was silky smooth and shining in the
sunlight, and while she wasn't what you call 'drop-dead gorgeous' (for most
men this seems to mean blonde with blue eyes and large breasts - a look I'm
not that turned on by anyway) she had an attractive, pretty, intelligent
face, and as I saw when she climbed into the bus, a neat figure and a small
nicely-rounded rear end.  Oh God!  This was going to be a difficult week!

   The first day was a short shakedown cruise.  Jack in one boat and me in
the other.  A couple of hours round the coast to anchor in a secluded bay
while we sorted out basic boat handling and safety stuff.  My new crew knew
each other already and quickly settled into the routine of trimming the
sails in the light winds.  They had all changed out of their travel clothes
as soon as they could and suddenly I was s heaved on sheets and crossed
from winch to winch as we tacked.  The last half hour into the bay was a
pleasant cross-wind sail and just as quickly they were all on the foredeck
with the more forward of them giggling as they stripped to the waist
exposing some fine shapely breasts to the tropical sun.  The others,
including Verity, were more modest - just pulling up their T-shirts to
uncover neat belly buttons and softly rounded stomachs.

   "Hey be careful you lot." I called - you'll burn your, ermm...  selves."
I faltered.  There was more giggling and whispering.  Then Jenny - a tall
slim girl with long brown hair - stood up and walked back to the cockpit -
a place that was beginning to live up to its name as Jenny was one of the
girls who had stripped to the waist.  With total confidence that took all
my self-control to match she climbed down and into the cabin seemingly
oblivious of the effect she was having on me.  As she climbed out again
carrying a tube of suntan cream she smiled.  "You don't mind us like this
do you?"

   "No, whatever makes you comfortable is OK here.  We're very relaxed." I
managed to say with what I hoped was a "Hey anything goes" tone.

   "Oh good." She said, as she climbed out of the cockpit - giving me a
superb display of rounded bottom cheeks separated by a thin, very thin
piece of flimsy looking fabric which disappeared sexily into her cleft as
she stood up and walked forward.  She wriggled out of her bikini bottoms as
she lay down on the deck amid more whispers and giggles.  Bloody hell!  A
week of this torture - didn't they know what they were doing to me?  Didn't
they know that in the body of each 45-year-old man is a randy 18 year old
just bursting to get out?

   The next day we set out on our first longer crossing, a 5-hour sail to
another island.  As soon as the work was done and the boat was virtually
sailing herself with only the occasional course correction from me they
gathered on the foredeck and soon all of them were topless and some were
totally naked.  I noticed that Verity had kept her bikini bottoms on but
exposed her small but very shapely breasts to the sun's touch.  They were
already tanned and the top of each smooth mound was covered by a large
chocolate brown aureole, each of which circled a prominent nipple - the
kind you just want to take gently in your mouth and you just know she will
gasp with pleasure as you do....  Ah dreams, dreams.

   After an hour or so Felicity sauntered casually back to the cockpit -
sauntered as casually as you can on a moving sailing boat when you are
stark naked.  As she came towards me the boat rolled a little and she had
to part her legs to keep her footing as she hung onto a shroud.  Oh what a
view!  A beautiful blonde bush on a great little body!  I could even see
the outlines of her pussy lips, as she swung back upright.  My cock stirred
in my shorts.

   "Oops I nearly went in." She laughed as she dropped down into the cabin
and started making us all some cool drinks.  As this involved a lot of
bending over to look into still unfamiliar lockers, not helped I must admit
by me suggesting the wrong one, I was treated to an even more revealing
back view of her softly haired pussy and neat little anus.  This was too
much and I had to look away before I came in my shorts - the sight of a
women bent over and exposing her most taboo entrance with all its enticing
tightness is the greatest turn on for me.  I realised then that what Jack
had said was true.  These girls didn't perceive me as any kind of sexually
being, otherwise they would have been more careful about their casual
nudity - I was truly just the guy sailing the boat.

   The following day we spent anchored up on a small island.  I did some
small maintenance jobs while they went ashore to carry a marine life survey
as part of their studies.  As the morning went on their calling and
chattering grew fainter as they moved off round the coast leaving me alone
on the yacht.

   After lunch I grew lazy and went up to the foredeck to sunbathe.  Lying
there on the warm wooden decks I soon began to think of their naked bodies
with the inevitable results.  I slipped my shorts down and began slowly
rubbing my cock and balls as I dreamed of swaying breasts and tight teenage
bottoms.  It wasn't long before I had one of the best climaxes I'd had for
ages - five or six large pumps of sperm-laden fluid shot up onto my chest.
I fell asleep dreaming of warm comfortable female bodies nestling close to
mine, wriggling their neat bottoms against my rigid cock....  More
dreams....



   A distant shout warned me they were returning.  I quickly went below to
clean up and start some food going - that night we were barbequing on the
beach.  To my delight Verity rowed the dinghy out to pick me up.  She was
still topless and I watched her neat shoulders pulling as she worked the
oars.  I caught the painter and tied the dinghy to a cleat, helping her
over the rail.

   "Hello John." She stood in the cockpit, a light sheen of sweat catching
the sun on her tanned breasts.  I tried not to stare, but couldn't help
noticing that there was something odd about her manner.  She was a quietly
confident person, not demonstrative and yet now she seemed a little
hesitant.  The moment passed quickly as she said.  "Have a good day?"

   "Oh just a few small jobs this morning."

   "What about this afternoon?" She was looking at me steadily.  I hope I
didn't stumble too much as I said,

   "Oh a little reading, you know." I'm not a good liar.  She smiled to
herself and went down into the cabin.  I followed her down and as we
gathered the stuff for the barbeque she chatted away asking about my
sailing, my family (or lack of it).  I kept up as much of a conversation as
I could when I was involved in a complicated dance as we moved around the
cabin with me trying not to touch her but revelling in the light brushes of
her arm or naked breast against my body.  I asked about her boyfriends. 
"Anyone special?"

   No not really.  I get a lot of offers but most of them are just after
one thing."

   "I can't imagine why!" I joked.

   "What do you mean?" She turned to face me giving me the full hypnotic
sight of her smooth breasts, chocolate brown aureoles and oh so lick-able
nipples.

   "Well you are a very attractive girl, umm...  I mean woman." I
stuttered.

   "You think so?" She had me on the run and she knew it.

   "Well yes I do as a matter of fact." In for a penny....

   "So you don't prefer Jenny with her long legs or Felicity with her
wiggly bum?"

   "No actually, I don't.  You are more my type." There, I'd said it.

   "And what make you think you're my type?" She wasn't going to let me off
the hook.

   "I didn't say that!  I just said..."

   "Oh that's OK." She laughed.  "I was only teasing you a bit, and besides
you are quite cute..."

   "Am I?" I said surprised.

   "..  for a man of your age!"

   "Oh thanks, I feel great now!"

   "Oh!  Sorry.  I didn't mean that how it sounded.  I meant..."

   "No it's OK.  I know what you meant." It was my turn to take control
now. "You just see me as an old guy who isn't affected by pretty girls'
naked bodies.  That's right isn't it?"

   "No!  That's not what I meant.  I know we have an effect on you, because
I..." She stopped suddenly as if realising she had said too much.

   "Because you?" I prompted.  She looked a little uncomfortable.

   "Well look we need to get this food and wine to the beach.  OK?"

   "OK." I said, reluctant to let the moment go.  She smiled, stepped
forward and gave me a brief hug and a short kiss, saying as she climbed the
steps to the deck.

   "No hard feelings and you are kind of cute you know." I stared after her
for a moment relishing the soft feel of her mouth on mine and the
distinctly provocative warmth her breasts had left as she had pressed them
against my chest.

   The barbeque was a great success.  How could it not have been?  Good
food, plenty good wine, me and Jack and twelve beautiful girls in various
states of semi or total nudity.  Inevitably the conversation became rowdy
as the wine disappeared and then slightly bawdy in a refined female kind of
way as they discussed past boyfriends, girlfriends, sex and friendship.

   At one stage in the evening two very attractive girls from Jack's boat,
Natalie a woman with Mediterranean olive-coloured skin and Eva a statuesque
Scandinavian blonde, slipped away beyond the firelight carrying a mat and
were followed by some ribald comments from those left around the fire. 
Jack caught my eye and nodded slightly as a little later suppressed giggles
and squeaks came from the bushes a little way away.  We talked louder to
cover the increasing sounds of their passion as they so obviously enjoyed
whatever it is that lesbians enjoy with each other.

   No one seemed bothered when an hour later they walked arm in arm back to
the fire and Natalie sat with her legs apart on a log so Eva could sit
between her legs and lean back against her breasts.  Every one seemed to
accept this as normal, even as they continued to caress each other in a
loving way.  As Eva relaxed she dropped her legs apart revealing to me,
sitting on the opposite side of the fire, her damp blonde bush gathered in
small curls around her moist opening.  I looked away, and straight into the
eyes of Verity.  She smiled a long slow slightly tipsy smile, and then to
my amazement made an unmistakable signal with her eyes.  I hesitated for a
moment then said.

   "We need some more wood for this fire.  Who's going to help?" Both Jenny
and Verity stood up and said together, "I will."

   "You're far too drunk Jenny - you'll fall in a swamp or something," said
Verity, pushing her gently back down again.

   "OK.  You're right." Jenny collapsed into a giggling heap, her breasts
bouncing in the firelight.

   We walked away up the beach in silence.  A full moon lit the pale sand
and poured silver liquid onto the surface of the sea.  It may have been the
uneven surface or the wine or both, but we stumbled against each other and
then walked on holding hands.  "Did they turn you on?" She said suddenly.

   "Yes." What more could I say - it was obvious and I was too tipsy to
pretend otherwise.

   "Me too."

   "Do you like girls too?"

   "Do you mean do I have sexual intercourse with girls as well as men?"
She said in a very correct accent, exaggerated by the alcohol.

   "Yes - are you a lesbian too?"

   "No, but Jenny and I sleep together sometimes, but we don't get much
sleep!"

   "Oh God!  That's so sexy.  The thought of it turns me on big time.  Tell
me what you do with each other."

   "Well we are usually a bit drunk so we pretend we can't undress
ourselves and the other one has to do it, then we pretend to discover each
other breasts and things, but we both know where its going, so we end up in
bed.  She licks me while I lick her.  She tastes so nice I can eat her all
night long and she has loads of orgasms, she's a randy bitch and she covers
me with her pussy juices and I cover her with mine and I have loads or
orgasms as well.  Sometimes I come just by rubbing my clit on her nipples!"
I must have looked a little shocked because she said.  "Don't worry I like
men too." Then she stopped, turned, kissed me full on the lips and said. 
"Tonight is a special night.  We can ask each other for anything we want
and the other will say 'Yes'.  OK?"

   I wasn't sure where this was leading but the tightness in my shorts, the
beach, the moonlight and the wine made me say simply, "OK.  It's a deal."

   "OK.  You tell me first." She said.

   "Well I want to lay you down in the bushes and make long slow passionate
love to you."

   "I know that silly!  I meant what would you like to do that you've never
done before?  That you've only dreamed of?"

   "Well..."

   "Anything - I won't say no I promise." I kissed her and held her close
feeling her hardening nipples against me while I whispered my long held
dream to her.  She murmured and kissed my neck and pressed against me as I
explained what I wanted.  When I'd finished she looked up at me and said,
"Mmmm, sexy man.  And when we've done that I'll tell you mine."

   We walked in silence until we found a smooth moonlit patch of soft grass
in a clearing.  A warm breeze ruffled the trees into a soft sighing song of
nature.  Verity stood facing me in the centre of the clearing and
whispered. "Oh Daddy I've been such a naughty girl.  You told me not to
drink too much and I have and now I need to wee but there's nowhere to go
so I'll have to wet in my knickers...  only I'm not wearing any."

   "Well you'll just have to go here won't you?  And because you've been a
bad girl I forbid you to take your shorts off so you'll have to wet them as
a punishment."

   "Oh Daddy!  I can feel it coming!  I'm going to wet myself!" A small
dark patch appeared between Verity's legs as she let a trickle of pee soak
into her shorts.  Verity looked naughty and excited and she waited for my
reaction."

   "That's a good girl.  Now wee a little more for Daddy." I knelt before
her, my hands on her hips watching as the wet spot grew and extended down
the brief legs of her shorts.  Soon a trickle escaped and ran slowly down
her leg.

   "Oh Daddy it's so wet and warm against my pussy!" She whispered.  The
exotic aroma of her pee mixed with subtle hints of musk from her aroused
body pervaded the moonlit glade.  Her shorts stretched tight around her
little bottom and her pussy lips.  The ever-spreading wet patch and steady
trickle of pee down her legs all combined to give me the biggest erection
I'd ever had.

   "Stop now darling.  I'm going to take your shorts off and then you can
wee some more when Daddy says so."

   "Thank you daddy.  I promise to be good."

   "You're more than good, you're perfect!" I gasped and she giggled as I
slid her shorts down revealing her smooth belly to the moonlight and my
hungry gaze.  I kissed her gently from her navel and upwards to her
gorgeous breasts, hesitating a moment before finally licking her nipples
with the gentlest of caresses.  She moaned a little and then pushed her wet
bush against my chest.  "Now darling!" I said.  "Wee some more for Daddy."
I was rewarded with a spreading warm glow over my chest as she released
some more of her wetness over me.  The aroma of pee and pussy were
overwhelming as I kissed her nipples, breasts and belly, working my way
down until I was kissing her damp bush, the trickle of her pee just
brushing my chin.  And then I did what I have long dreamt of doing - I
slowly put my tongue out and tasted the divine stream at the source of
erotic desire.  I pushed her lips apart and found her clitoris as she
continued to wee and wee on me.  Now it came it little spurts as her body
started to react to my careful suckling and circling.  My hands alternately
massaged her small tight buttocks and her sexy little breasts as I pulled
her closer.  She opened her thighs, wrapping her legs around me covering my
face with her aromatic wetness.  Her hands were clasping my head and
pulling me harder and faster against her, smothering me in warmth, wetness
and sexual ecstasy.  She gasped and moaned and gasped again as she became
more carried away.  Unable now to pee she gave in to the overwhelming force
of her passion as it spread outward from between her thighs, driven by my
tongue working ever more rapid circles around the little bud hidden deep
within her secret folds.  Verity thrust her hips more and more violently
against my face as she fucked and fucked me.

   "Oh daddy!  I'm coming, I'm coming!" She wailed, almost against her will
as the full force of her orgasmic passion washed over and through her, wave
after wave making her buck and ride me until gradually her feelings
subsided into a panting, clutching aftermath during which she let the last
of her pee pour gently over my chest as we swayed together in the middle of
that moonlit circle like some primitive moon worshipers in the final throws
of our ecstasy.

   Finally we collapsed onto the soft grass and lay entangled with each
other, kissing and licking and giggling at what we'd done.  I told her she
had fulfilled a life time's dream for me - one I thought I'd never
experience.  As I kept saying `thank you' she hushed me with kisses and
told me it was one of the best orgasms of her life.

   Sometime later she whispered to me.  "And now it's my turn." When she
told me her most secret desire my cock grew so hard it was painful.  I knew
I'd need to be careful not to hurt her, that she trusted me as she had
trusted no other man or woman.  Gently I eased her onto her back lifting
her legs up to exposed the whole length of her pussy from her soft wet
downy mound right back to the tight little hole and star crossed aureole of
darker flesh around her anus.  She did have the most beautiful anus I had
ever seen and - had I wanted to - I could not have resisted licking her
from top to bottom, from her clitoris nestling in its protective folds,
down around her vagina to her earthy depths.  She sighed as my tongue
reached her beautiful tight hole and she pulled her legs up even more to
give me access.  I licked her long and lovingly, circling round the outside
and gently probing her, teasing her to open a little and admit the tip of
my tongue into her back passage.  She whispered 'Yes, Oh Yes' as I pressed
a little and felt her relax.

   I gently turned her over, pulling her up until she was kneeling before
me with her legs spread and her head resting on the ground, cradled on her
arms.  Her trim little bottom cheeks were rounded globes of delight.  Soft
and firm, inviting kisses, caresses and signposting the way on, deeper into
the most private and taboo places of her body.  Pulling her cheeks gently
apart I licked her in earnest, using my tongue to spread her lubricating
pussy juices over and into her tight hole.  When the time was right I knelt
and ran my cock between her cheeks, lubricating it with her wetness and my
own.  As the tip of my cock passed over her anus and caught briefly against
her tightness she made little 'Ooh!' sounds.  I continued this erotic
massage for some time as we both enjoyed the anticipation of what was to
come next.  Soon Verity whispered, "Now please.  I want you inside me now."
I lifted up, positioning my slippery cock against the closed entrance of
her sexy little anus.  "Yes that's it.  Now push a bit darling." She guided
me as I felt a little easing of her tightness.

   "I'll pull myself apart and push out for you.  Ready?  Now!" She pushed
out, pulled her cheeks apart and I pushed gently but firmly against the
reflexive pressure resisting my entry.  And then there was a sudden short
slip and the head of my cock popped into her anal opening.  We both gasped
'Oh yes' at the same time and then stopped, savouring the moment of that
first penetration.  That exquisite feeling of tightness clamped around the
end of my cock.  That feeling of taboo and of giving this sexy young girl
something she had long dreamed of.

   "Again darling please...  I love it...  I want it again..." I pulled
gently back until with a little pop my hard cock slide out.  Her little
star was no longer.  It was now a small round hole that invited invasion. I
placed the head back against the opening and this time as Verity pushed
back and I pushed against her it popped in more easily but still was firmly
and softly squeezed by her anus.  The heat surrounding my cock amazed me.
"Are you ready Verity?"

   "Oh yes!  Slowly darling, yes slowly like that...  Oh!" She squeaked as
the thickest part of my cock opened her anal sphincter.  She forced herself
to relax and slowly, carefully, with an increasing feeling that soon I
would not be able to control my rate of penetration I slide the full length
of my cock deep between her buttocks, into her anus, until I could feel her
small firm cheeks pushing back against my groin and her moist pussy
caressing my balls.  "I feel so full!" She panted, her breathing ragged
with passion.  "Now fuck me slowly, make it last all night, I want you to -
oh..." She stopped as my cock slid almost all the way out and then firmly
and smoothly back into her most private and sensitive opening.

   Slowly I increased the speed, sometimes making short little thrusts
right up against her and sometimes pulling almost all the way out and
teasing her with short thrusts just inside the entrance.  All the time the
incredible smooth tightness of her anus milked and massaged me, begging me
to fill her with my cock and its load of sperm-rich semen.  Her need became
more urgent as she began to loose control of her passion and demand to be
fucked harder and faster.  She pushed back hard against me forcing me and
encouraging me to ram my cock into her tender body.  Our rhythm built and
grew until we both grunted and panted like creatures of the night
worshipping some bestial god, joining our passions, our lust and our seed
to each others' in an ancient act of appeasement and renewal.  The moment
came when I felt the spasms centred in her vagina and anus blossom outwards
driving me over the edge as the physical reality of our ecstatic rite
overcame us both and we shook and fucked like the wild things we were.  All
care and thought were banished, the thin layer of human sensibility wiped
out by the most basic desire to fuck and be fucked, to fill and be filled,
to service our innermost needs and dreams, to live our dreams.

   That night we both lived our dreams and we were never quite the same
people again.

   Darius Thornhill August 2001
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