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 Bareboaters (2/2){Jim Dogget}(MFF Rom)

   The story is for my wife, Mary.  Any comments on the story are
appreciated.

   Disclaimer This is a work of fiction which contains explicit sex.  If it
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   BAREBOATERS

   A Jim and Mary Story

   CHAPTER TWO

   Jim wrapped a couple of shards of ice in a tea towel and gave it to
Mary, who went back to kneel beside Isobel.  Isobel let the woman press the
ice pack against her lip and it stemmed the flow of blood.  As Jim put the
cabin lights on they could see the state Isobel was in.  Despite the small
size of the cut, the lip had bled heavily, and blood had dripped through
Isobel's fingers and run down her forearm.  The front of her tee shirt had
a wet, dark, bloody stain, and, in trying to wipe away tears as well as
blood, she had managed to spread blood over her chin, nose and cheeks.  She
was quite drunk.

   "Oh, my lip.  It feels really swollen.  Is it badly cut?"

   "No it's just a little split," Mary replied.

   "The ice feels good.  I was having such a good time."

   "Yes, I know.  So were we."

   "I didn't mean to spoil it but I slipped"

   "You didn't spoil anything.  Are you hurt anywhere else?"

   "No, I'm so sorry.  I feel so stupid.  We were all having a lovely
time."

   The tears now began to flow in earnest.  Mary sat on the cabin sole next
to her and put a consoling arm round her shoulders, while holding the ice
to the cut.  Isobel leant into her and rested her head on her naked
shoulder.  Her body heaved with sobs, and a stream of tears ran through the
blood on her face.

   "I was just really getting into it", sobbed Isobel.  "You guys had me so
turned on and now my head's going round and round.  I fell down the
ladder." - as if they hadn't worked it out.

   "I know"

   "It was so sexy and I was feeling so good."

   "That's alright.  You'll feel better in a minute."

   "Oh, I won't.  I'm going to look terrible."

   "No you won't.  You're beautiful."

   "Do you think so?" she asked girlishly, as a little ray of hope began to
appear through the tears, but her shoulders still shook, and the tears
still trickled on to her shirt.

   "Here lets get you cleaned up a bit."

   Jim brought a wet cloth from the galley and wiped her face as she looked
up at him, smiling through the tears.  She limply held out her arms and he
cleaned her hands and forearms of blood.

   "Let's get this shirt off.  It's all bloody."

   Isobel sniffed and held her arms up above her head so that he could pull
the bloody tee off.  The sobs were dying down now, but every few seconds
she would take a wobbly intake of breath and her shoulders would heave.

   "What happened to your knickers?"

   "I was so turned on I thought...  Well, I couldn't help it."

   Her left hand strayed down to her crotch.  Unlike the pale blondish hair
of his wife, Isobel had a vigorous thatch of black hair, which she had
trimmed to her bikini line.

   Finally a giggle appeared between the tears.  "I don't have anybody so I
have to do it myself.  Didn't you see me?"

   "We didn't see a thing.  Didn't see you down the drinks either," he
laughed.

   "I'm really pissed you know.  I think I'm pissed out of my mind, and I'm
so horny and I can't help it." She started to rub.  Her other hand came up
and pinched her left nipple, which already looked sore.

   "Hold me tight," said Isobel.  "I've gotta do this.  I'm so horny"

   "I've got you," Mary said, pulling her to her.

   "I know I'm drunk," she said, as her fingers moved a little faster. 
"It's hard to get yourself off when you're drunk."

   Mary really didn't know what to say to that, because it had never been a
problem for her.  So she said "Don't make yourself sore."

   She looked up at Jim, whose cock was beginning to stiffen.

   "Go get the lube" she mouthed.

   He stumbled back into their berth and in a minute came back with the
bottle of Astroglide.  By the time he came back Isobel was rubbing her
index and middle finger in a circular motion between her legs, intent on
what she was doing and breathing hard.  Jim looked down at the two of them,
at this woman masturbating in the arms of his wife, and found it hard to
believe what he was seeing.  By this time he was fully erect again and the
juices from their earlier lovemaking had dried on his member, making the
skin feel taut.  He held out the lubricant to them, not really knowing what
to do, some sort of moral dilemma rearing in his mind.  Mary looked at him
and smiled and mouthed "Drunk!"

   "Isobel," he said, "the lube!  Do you want it?"

   Mary took the cloth from Isobel's lip, which seemed to have stopped
bleeding, at least for the moment.  She was aware that she was leaking cum
out of her vulva and onto the floor, so she put the cloth between her legs.
Mary was beginning to feel pretty horny again herself, and she thought
maybe the cold cloth would cool her down a bit, but she wasn't prepared for
quite how cold it was.

   Isobel looked up at the husband blearily.

   "The lube?  Of course, lube me!" and giggled and hiccupped.

   She lent back into the arms of her friend and lifted her legs,
presenting herself to Jim.  He was stunned but willing, and looked at his
wife, who laughed and nodded her head towards Isobel.  So much for moral
dilemmas.

   "Go for it, lover," exclaimed Isobel, waving her legs.

   He laughed too, and put some of the gel on his fingers.  He knelt
between her legs and she spread the lips of her vulva.  Isobel had big
inner lips guarding her entrance, and he smeared some lube up and down
between them, feeling how warm and how wet she was.  He put a drop more on
his finger and slid it into her.  She immediately dropped her legs,
trapping his hand between her and the floor, his finger hooked inside her.

   "Gotcha, buddy."

   "God," he thought, "she really is drunk."

   "Are you sure you're OK, Isobel?" Mary sounded concerned for her, but
she could also see that her husband's finger had disappeared inside another
woman, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous.  Jim was grinning madly
"You're very drunk.  I don't want you to be sorry."

   "I won't be sorry.  I just wanna get off.  Come on guys, help me." She
giggled again "I'm really horny"

   "I know you are.  And I don't think you're the only one," said Mary,
looking at Jim's penis, which was pointing straight at them.

   She reached from where she was cuddling Isobel and ran her fingers along
the underside of his cock.  This was all the encouragement he needed.  He
began to move his hand, the pad of skin at the base of his flexed finger
rubbing against Isobel's clitoris, while the tip of his finger moved inside
her.  He had only used a little Astroglide, so the amount of warm fluid
flowing down his finger and onto his palm was surprising.

   "You're so wet," he whispered.  "Mary, put you hand down here.  Feel
this."

   Isobel slid her buttocks forward and opened her legs and guided the
woman's finger alongside that of her husband.

   "See!  I'm ready for anything"

   "Don't get ahead of yourself", said Mary.  "Let's not rush things."

   "I'm not rushing things.  I'm just trying to catch up.  Oooh, that's
good.  Keep doing it."

   The man's finger was now sliding in and out of her, the moisture
glistening in the glow of the cabin lights.  Mary had not removed her hand,
which was now slowly rubbing the top of Isobel's slit.

   Isobel reached out to the cock that was still pointing at her and
touched the end of it where there was a small bead of clear fluid.

   "You're wet too.  Can I lick it off.

   "No" said Mary, emphatically, "That's mine"

   "Shit!" said Isobel.  "That's not fair!"

   "Shit." muttered Jim under his breath.  "I don't think it is either."

   Mary laughed.  "You keep it away from her."

   But Isobel said "Come on, you two have gotta do me.  You got me like
this."

   "Lie down on the floor, then.  We'll take care of you.  Won't we?"

   She looked at Jim.

   He helped Isobel lift her butt off the decking and pulled her legs out,
while Mary supported her shoulders.  They gently laid her down, supporting
her head so she wouldn't bang it on the floor.  Isobel spread-eagled
herself on the decking.  Mary knelt at her head and stroked her forehead,
while im knelt beside her thigh, reinserted his finger and, with the other
hand, started rubbing her clitoris.

   Isobel let out a big sigh and brought her hands up to her breasts and
stroked them with her fingertips.  Jim got the rhythm going with his
fingers, running them smoothly up and down her cleft in the copious
moisture.  Isobel started kneading her tits as if she was making dough.

   The boat was quiet now, with only the occasional slap of the halyards
against the mast, and the ripple of water against the hull in the still of
the evening.  On the other hand, the woman on the cabin sole was getting
noisier.  Her breath was beginning to come in whooshing sounds, and then
every few seconds she would grunt loudly.  Interspersed with her heavy
breathing were the remains of her sobs, which occasionally would make her
whole body shudder.

   Mary watched Jim's hands doing to Isobel what they had so often done to
her, slowly bringing her to a peak of excitement.  They went on in this
quiet way for some minutes.  But it wasn't enough for Isobel.

   "You're gonna have to do it harder or I'll never get there!"

   Mary got up on her knees and leant down the length of Isobel's body. 
The tea towel dangling from between her legs waved in Isobel's face, but
Isobel didn't seem to notice.  She reached into the hair between Isobel's
legs and slotted her finger into the crease just above her clitoris, and
pulled.  She knew from her own experience that this would pull the labia
into tight bands and force the clitoris out of its hood.  Jim took the
opportunity to push another finger into her, but with Mary pulling on her
it was a tight fit.  With his other hand he increased the tempo and really
started to work on Isobel's clitoris, rubbing it hard and fast without the
finesse he had shown before.  Isobel's hips rose to the challenge of their
hands, bucking off the floor to meet them, her movement setting the wife in
motion on top of her, causing Mary's breasts to slap gently against
Isobel's body.  Now they were all breathing fast and Isobel's ample
buttocks were beating a tattoo on the floor as she fought towards orgasm.
And it didn't take long.

   When Isobel came a lot of things happened at once.  Her body went rigid,
her back arching her body off the floor against the woman on top of her,
while her spasming stomach muscles mashed the other woman's breasts between
them.  At the same time she changed from kneading her breasts with her
palms to pulling hard on her nipples, stretching the dark areolae into
painful looking pyramids.  She ground her cunt into the man's hand, her
vaginal walls clamping fiercely on his penetrating fingers, and her abdomen
convulsed with muscle contractions.  And she screamed.  She screamed a
great howl, which flew up the companionway down which she had fallen, and
shattered the quiet of the anchorage.

   As Isobel's orgasm began to die down she locked her arms round the
woman's waist and pulled her down so that Mary lay full length on top of
her, her fingers still locked in her cleft, and her husband's wedged inside
her.  Jim gently withdrew his hand, and both husband and wife caressed
Isobel's soaking vulva as she came down from her climactic high.  For some
time their sweating bodies were motionless, except for the small quakes
that still shook Isobel.

   "That was good.  I came so big," she murmured in a small slurred voice.

   Mary rolled off her and lay on the floor on her back, her head next to
Isobel's thigh.

   "Wow!  That was an explosion.  I've never seen anyone come like that. 
Are you all right?"

   "Wonderful, but my heads going round and round." Isobel rolled over and
put her head on the woman's stomach.  "I feel really woozy, but now I think
it's my turn to do you."

   "Not tonight.  We're going to get you into bed.".

   "But I want to.  I'm going to screw both of you," she slurred

   "No you're not.  We've all had enough for one night.  Come on."

   They pulled Isobel to her feet, and she giggled and swayed and put her
arms round Jim's waist, as Mary grabbed her hips to steady her.  She stood
unsteadily, her legs widely spaced, leaning against Jim, her arm around him
and her head pressed against his chest.  With her other hand she caught
hold his erection at the second attempt, after feebly missing it the first
time.

   "I want some of this," she slurred.

   "I don't think so," said her woman friend.  "Not tonight."

   "Aww, shit.  Come on.  Gimme some." And she stuck the end of it in her
mouth.

   Mary slapped her hard on her protruding backside, and Isobel yelped, let
go of Jim's cock and yelled.

   "Don't hit me, you bitch!

   "Well, leave him alone."

   Isobel started crying.

   "I feel like shit and it's all because of you."

   "Come on let's get her into bed."

   They staggered with her the few feet to the port bunk and pushed on to
it.  They covered her with a sheet.

   "Let's do it.  Come on.  Please."

   "Let's talk about it tomorrow.  You go to sleep."

   They each bent down and kissed her.

   "Sleep."

   The man and the woman went back out to the cockpit to talk.  They had a
lot to talk about.  Later they made married love in the double berth aft.
She mounted him without preliminaries and pounded him until she came.  She
didn't know whether he came or not.

   In the night they heard Isobel throwing up over the side of the boat.

   <End>

   (C) Jim Dogget February 2003

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