Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: jennj@rophy.acgeas.com (Jennifer S. Jackson - Dances with Nerds) Subject: The Tugboat [1/3] (mf, mast) Date: 9 Aug 1995 16:38:42 GMT The Tugboat Jackson 1995 Part 1 Living in New Orleans is great... except for the humidity. I'd been here for 3 years, wishing I could have afforded the apartment with central air and the pool. When my friend Anita suggested I take a few days off to go out on their tugboat, I leapt at the chance to hit the canals and river. "Ah, but wait." Anita smiled. "You realize this is a working tugboat? If you come, you'll have to work, because the crew would never understand a freeloader." Well, I'm a (I suppose) descent cook, so I volunteered to run the kitchen. It wasn't until she told me that meant 6:00am breakfast that I started to have second thoughts. Friday finally arrived, and I drove out to the bayou where they kept the tug. The directions were bad, and by the time I finally got there, everyone else had arrived. Sweating profusely, I mumbled some sort of apology and followed Anita's husband, Don, to what would be my cabin for the next four days. After a quick shower, Larry, the navigator, showed me the galley. "Ugh! How often does it get cleaned up?" My dismay at the mess was obviously apparent. Trash was overflowing, and dishes were stacked everywhere. Larry chuckled again and told me that the 3 crewmen lived here all the time. "We're not so careful because it's just the three guys. But since it's your job this weekend... I'd say you'd better make the best of it." He chuckled again as his swatted my ass on his way topside. "Oh. Dinner at 5:30, right?" Damn. Well, since I knew Anita well, and she _did_ get me out of my stuffy apartment, I proceeded to do what I could with the galley. No rubber gloves yielded to my search, so I was forced to get them into some pretty indescribable foodstuffs. Just before we left the dock, I was far enough along to take out all the trash I'd managed to gather. No littering in the waters, and we'd be out four days. As we traveled down toward the main canal, I decided to get outside for a few minutes break and a smoke. Grabbing a clean glass of iced tea, I went over to the small ladder, only to be confronted by Larry's muscular ass coming down. He smiled at me and I thought to myself how nice those lips looked in a curve. His tanned, lined face gave way to dark brown eyes. "Where are you off to?" I explained, but as I was doing so he gently managed to guide me back into the galley. He kept his hand at the small of my back and made approving noises when we turned into the door. I was surprised to feel my heart beating faster as I felt the heat of his palm in what felt like a caress. I had only met him for the first time a few hours before, and was not one of _those_ women who had sex with just anybody. When I stepped through the door ahead of him, my foot didn't come up the full 6" to clear the rim of the safety door. Even as I pitched forward, I felt him slide his arm around my waist and pull me back. His arm was just beneath my tits and I was suddenly very nervous feeling a heat in my crotch as he brushed them with his arm and hand. When I turned to protest he stepped into my path and put his arm around me again. "Didn't even spill your tea." I was so aware of his body pulled tightly against mine that I'd completely forgotten the glass in my hand. Then, he gently pulled the offending drink out of my hand and placed it onto the newly cleaned table. I suddenly became very conscious of the slight rocking of the tug, and the gentle, quiet breathing of the wind. Without another word, Larry pulled me even tighter against him and began a slow, soft kiss. His gentleness surprised me, and I responded with a passion not normal for my regular shy demeanor. As I parted my lips, I tried to draw his tongue into my mouth. Gently, he released my mouth, and worked his way around to my ears and neck. I felt his hand drop to my ass and decided to start telling him what I wanted. "Let me touch you my way, baby." was his only response. I wouldn't have argued had my life depended on it. My pulse was racing, and I was no longer aware of anything but his hands coursing their way around my ass, then sliding around to find my tits. As he rubbed them through my shirt, I felt a wet flush between my legs, and moaned softly. I was hardly aware of when we arrived at the galley table. I felt him set me down on top of it and then he pulled my t-shirt off without so much as a half-second of lost kisses. Having his hands on my exposed nipples shot amazing shock waves through my entire body. I felt his hand slip beneath my shorts as his mouth reached for the lonely nipple. I could now smell my wetness, and felt for the bottom of his shirt. His back was damp from work and the arousal in the room. I tried to pull the shirt up, but he stopped my hands instantly. Staring hard into my eyes, he reached for the button at the top of my shorts. When there was enough room, he slid his mouth back to mine, and place his hand directly onto my wet mound. His kisses moved to my neck just behind my ear (one of my favorite places) and I moaned again into his ear as I felt him sliding a finger into my now dripping hole. He again took up the rocking motion. My clit resting on his palm, I could feel the edge coming nearer. His other hand was still pleasing and teasing my nipples, first the right side, then the left and back again. His lips nibbled my earlobe, my neck and then one breast, sending a heat wave across my body. I knew it was going to be a simple, direct orgasm. But had never had a man with fingers long enough to reach my G-spot and had no idea what was in store for me. My heat was building rapidly and his arm snaked behind my back to pull me closer to him as I felt the first rush of my orgasm. I was aware only of my body as too many shock waves to count washed over me. He continued to hold me as I relaxed again and then slowly slid his hand from my shorts and licked his fingers lightly. Offering one to me, he smiled as I had no hesitation. Still quiet, he refastened my shorts and helped me on with my t-shirt. As he left the room, he turned slightly to me and said, "Don't forget about dinner. 5:30." I watched his ass as he walked out. Reaching for the glass of tea, I drank it down as my body went back to normal. * * * Dinner was uneventful, except for the fact that I was staring at Larry all through it. He gave no indication of anything from earlier in the afternoon. Anita's constant chatter, and the heat of six bodies in the room kept me from finishing all my food. As I started to put things away, Don came down to explain the trip, and issue a warning. We would be joining three other tugs to take an oil platform and helicopter pad out to meet ocean-going tugs. The warning, I thought, was a little odd, but didn't interrupt him. "I just want to be sure you don't get in trouble. When we get there, you can stay on board, or go to the platform & get some sunshine, but do not go below-deck if you go over. I can't be worrying about you and making all the preparations for the trip at the same time." Hmmm... sound like he thinks a 25-year-old can't handle her own affairs. Well, I would behave myself. Since Larry had chosen to ignore the earlier incident, I would too. With four brothers in my family, I think I could deal with just about anything that 'popped up'. Once the galley was as clean as I could make it, I went up the ladder to see the moon. Anita and Don were in the pilot house, apparently alone from the way they were kissing. I went to the aft deck and leaned against the railing looking toward shore. Again I became aware of the light roll of the boat, and thought about the galley table and Larry. Just as I was about to become frustrated, I felt a hand slide down my back, and then a body press me from behind. His hands came around to my breasts and I felt a shiver down my spine as he pressed me more firmly. I decided to take the initiative this time, and turned to kiss my reticent lover. I'm not sure if I felt anger more than surprise when I saw not Larry, but the ship's engineer Juan standing behind me. He smiled down at me and then brought his lips to bear. Again his hands found my tits and he nuzzled and caressed them through my shirt. Pulling him closer to me, I marveled at the idea of having another stranger make love to me. I had only met Juan one time, when I picked Anita up for a week stay at my house. Even then, my heart had quickened at the sight of him; but now he was in my arms and starting to kiss me passionately. I lifted the front of his shirt and ran my hands over his hard chest. As he returned the favor, I felt his nipples harden beneath my fingers. I couldn't stop myself from drawing one into my mouth. Feeling him getting harder in both his nipples and the bulge pressed against me sent a wash of feeling across me. I slipped one hand to his jeans and found the snap already open. Slowly pulling the zipper down, his breathing increased when my fingers brushed his hardness. The painful gasp from him when I gently pulled his dick out was enough to make me want to suck it. I bent my head down to him and began a light teasing around the head of his cock. Circling my tongue around slowly at first and then taking his fat head into my mouth seemed to bring another inch to life in my hands. I had just begun to lick at his balls when he stopped me and lifted me up again. My shirt, then shorts hit the deck in rapid succession, and was then drawn to the deck of the boat. He wasted no time bringing his lips to my pussy. His hot breath grazed my bush and I felt a tongue slide from my ass to my clit. I shuddered heavily, and prayed he would soon start sucking me. When I felt his mouth close around my outer lips, I turned myself to position for a sixty-nine. I returned to my ministrations, but was beginning having trouble concentrating. His lips pulled gently at my clit, then the he returned to my outer lips before sinking his tongue into my steamy hole. I wasn't sure how long I could last without coming, and my moans were surely taking the pleasure away from what I wanted to give him. We rolled over to place him on top, and I felt one of his fingers enter me. I had a wonderful, moon-lit view of his balls and ass as I worked on his cock. I was nearly ready to come, but didn't want this to be a repeat of the earlier galley incident - I wanted to get fucked. As if reading my mind, he pulled away from me gently and changed to a kneeling position between my legs. He ran his hands firmly down my body, and questioned me with his eyes. I barely had time to nod when he pulled himself to my pussy. The head of his dick brushed my bush and I heard him moan softly. He rubbed the head of his dick along my pussy, soaking it with my juices and sending delicious feelings along my heightened senses. I writhed with pleasure as I could already picture him inside me. Wishing he would start, I wriggled to try to get closer to him. He said something in Spanish, but I've never been able to understand more than "burrito" myself. He slid the head of his dick into my waiting pussy, and I thought I could feel every vein of his cock. Suddenly I saw him shudder and he pushed all the way in with a grunt. I pulled him down to me even as my hips raised to meet him. The rhythm established itself very quickly, and each push brought me a little closer. I felt him raise up slightly, and looked up to his face. Staring into his liquid eyes, it felt as though nothing else existed except us. He continued building into a frantic pace, and then I felt him place his thumb on my clit. I looked back to his eyes, and immediately began to shake as my orgasm started to roll over me. Juan moaned again and pushed himself to me, grinding his hips against mine. Once again, I was alone, but could still feel him and his dick inside me. My pussy squeezed his juices from him, and the pulsing of his cock kept me going. I could finally stand no more, and pulled him down to lie on top of me. He gently leaned to my neck and another shudder went through me as he kissed my neck. "Bonita." I felt his dick begin to deflate and decided that perhaps I could get used to meeting strangers. He rolled slowly away, and helped me straighten my shorts. Using him for balance I stepped into them. He pulled my t-shirt back over my head and then I got to help him with his clothes. We kissed again and then I meandered to the shower and bed. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: jennj@rophy.acgeas.com (Jennifer S. Jackson - Dances with Nerds) Subject: The Tugboat [2/3] (mf, mast) Date: 9 Aug 1995 16:40:33 GMT The Tugboat Jackson 1995 Part 2 For a moment I felt disoriented, then it came back as I looked into Anita's smiling face. She sat on my bunk for a moment, and handed me coffee. "I hope you realise I did part of your job this morning." (I'm supposed to be tending the galley while the rest of the crew actually works.) "When you get up, don't wake Daryl. He's really cranky in the mornings." Daryl? I hadn't seen him when I came in last night. Of course, we should have docked sometime around 24:00-01:00 this morning, and he'd probably be needed for that. As quietly as I could, I pulled back my blankets. I reached for the shirt I'd readied last night and slipped into it. With the shirt on, I slipped out from the lower bunk and got my cutoffs from my bag. As I turned to pull the sheets back up, I saw that not only had I awakened Daryl, he had seen me doing the squeeze- dance into my shorts. I knew there had been a reason to wear underwear last night - but I hadn't. I flushed even as I noticed his arm under the covers, and while staring directly into my eyes, he was jacking off. His eyes traveled down to my still-open shirt, and I know I flushed more with the idea than the knowledge of my nakedness. I had never seen a man take care of himself, and the uncoiling in my loins raised my heartbeat. His eyes went lower, and I followed them. I saw that my shirt was still mostly untucked, and he could clearly see the top of my bush. My eyes went back to the blankets, and I thought his hand was moving more firmly now. I wondered if he would actually let me watch to completion and felt my knees soften at the prospect. He sat up slightly, and the blankets fell away from his chest. Although his cock was still covered, I could see the outline of his hand moving over it clearly. I took the hint and opened my shirt for him to see my tits fully. Although he offered a hint of a smile, I got the impression that there should be more. I moved the chair I'd been leaning against to be directly in front of him. His smile became larger when my shorts dropped to the ground. I sat in front of him with my knees together, and then saw time stand still. Daryl reached his left hand in front of him and pulled the blanket up slightly. His balls and the base of his cock were now clearly visible to me. They were shaking slightly between his legs, as his hand began to move a bit faster. Unable to restrain myself, I slid my right hand between my own legs. God, it was hot in there! I felt a pulse of wetness as I touched myself. Daryl lifted the blanket away completely and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. Dear God! the sight of having a man do this for me was almost more than I could take. My legs spread slightly as I watched him cup his balls and stroke himself. His eyes watched my hand and I knew that just having my two fingers circling my clit wouldn't be enough for him. I'd never been able to reach my fingers inside very far, but for this man I would certainly try. I let my left hand glide across my nipples, squeezing them gently erect and then roll them between my fingers. Spreading my legs apart further, my hand then traveled down my belly to the heated lips of my pussy. Daryl began to stroke himself faster as I spread my lips for him to see my glistening hole. I slid my middle finger inside without missing a single stroke of my clit. I knew I could make myself come in a matter of minutes, but wanted to last long enough to see him shoot. I pushed my finger a little further, being careful of my nails. Remembering how Larry had treated me the day before, I curved it slightly forward. My body started to shake, and I instantly stopped rubbing my clit. If I came to soon, he would stop, I was sure. Daryl looked up to my face, and I know he saw how close I was. His hand began to move at a frantic pace, and I think I could even see his balls draw upward. I resumed at a slower pace, my clit circling, and my finger hadn't moved from inside my cunt - still pressing me forward toward coming. Suddenly I could no longer wait for him, and I pressed more firmly from both in and outside. I caught sight of him once more just as an earth-shattering orgasm hit us both. For each of my spasms he had an answering one. I couldn't believe that such a thing could be true, but here I was watching gobs of come, and each one making me shudder without touching me. My fingers continued and I was gasping and moaning with him, when I could suddenly take no more and sat there simply cupping myself as he had his balls. I stayed there holding myself as he slid off the bunk and come over to me. When he leaned over and kissed me, I felt yet another surge through my body. His hand went to lay on top of mine, and he pressed our fingers together into my pussy lips. One of his fingers pushed into my sopping hole and I again felt heat wash over me. I couldn't believe this small series of touches could do such a thing. He kissed me again, and then sucked my nipples. Then, quite suddenly, I realised if this kept up I could become quite sore. He seemed to read my mind, for he then pulled his hand away from my cunt. Licking his fingers, he reached for my shirt to button me back up again. Helping me to stand, he grabbed a towel from the dresser and gently wiped my pussy dry. Helping me into my shorts seemed an adventure in itself, as he kissed each part of my legs about to be covered. Just before covering me, he kissed and gave a lick to my burning clit. When he stood in front of me again, we kissed lightly and then he opened the door. I smiled and reminded him that breakfast would be at 6:00. * * * Larry and Juan were alone in the galley when I entered. The coffee pot was full, so I immediately began working on the eggs, toast, bacon, and grits for 6 obviously hungry people. When I turned from the stove, both of them were beside me. Speaking in Spanish, Larry reached his hand for the crotch of my shorts. Juan nodded and smiled as he leaned in to kiss me and tweak my nipples gently. After the workout I'd just had, this was nearly more than I could handle. They released me as quickly as they'd captured me, and left me to begin my morning chores (again). Still smiling, they both pulled away and let me continue working. I had to pour the measure for grits 4 times before I could remember how much I'd poured. Thinking about the possibility of both of these men having me at once was taking all my concentration. All in all, I'm surprised the eggs didn't burn. This morning, breakfast was more animated than the dinner had been. Anita was sleepy, having taken the first watch, and the three crewmen, although talking ships' business, kept looking at me (well, my tits). I noticed that although Daryl had probably come quite hard, he seemed to still have an erection. Don came in finally, and when I got up to fix his plate, it felt as though every eye were on me. (They weren't of course, I'm just a little self-conscious sometimes.) There would be no activity until one of the other tugs arrived carrying the captain of the oil platform (who would coordinate both these tugs, and the ocean transfer from onboard). I heard other folks outside, and when I went topside, was highly surprised at the number of people (all men) at work on the platform. They were everywhere. I guess they had to secure it, and attach special floats, but nobody bothers to tell the cook anything anymore. Daryl was behind me. I could tell that I was right about his dick being hard, and when he asked if I wanted a tour of the oil platform, I agreed easily. We went up a rope ladder in place for crew transfers, and he started to show me the place. There were crew quarters, but all locked. I guess something must have shown in my eyes, because he finally told me he would show me a great place for sun-tanning, out of the way of the rest of the workers. We climbed back up to the main deck, and he took me outside. The heliopad, of course. I was a little worried when I saw that I could see into the control room of the platform. He reassured me easily that even if they could see "nobody would care about a little blowjob or two". We moved to the exact center of the platform and he began kissing me again. My tits felt like they had been hard for a month, and his hands were making my nipples sing to my pussy. Daryl took one of my hands and dropped it to his throbbing member. I squeezed it gently through his jeans and then I opened his pants. I love Levis button-flies because it lets me REALLY tease. Opening only the first two buttons, I played with the top of his dick with my fingers. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the light blond hair felt good. I decided suddenly that I would repay him for this mornings antics, and vowed to give him the best sucking he'd ever had. I opened the third button, and then left it staring out at me as I slid my hands under his shirt. I wanted to feel him everywhere at once, but only have so many fingers! I brought my right hand back down to his cock and felt it dance as I wrapped my fingers around him. Jerking it slowly while we kissed, I wondered how long I could make him last. I opened the last button, and slid his jeans down slightly. My head bent down to look at his dick, and I slid one hand under his balls. Already they were very firm, and I was starting to get a little nervous. I didn't want him to cum too soon. Finally, I kneeled in front of his hairy prick, and stared right back at it as he watched us both. It danced slightly and I leaned my tongue out to greet it. Just touching around the head, I gave little licks and kisses. I bent down a bit, and drew one of his balls into my mouth. He moaned, and I swirled it around my mouth, then tried the other one. Cupping them again with my hand, I returned to the job at hand [sorry - J]. Moistening my lips lightly, I pulled the head into my mouth. Barely any suction, but enough, I decided... I drew myself further down his cock and ran my finger along the crack of his ass. Daryl began a steady rocking as he began to fuck my mouth. I continued to draw at him, and pushed my finger lightly into his hairy ass. As I did so, I noticed a change in his rhythm, and felt his balls begin to draw in. I let him show me what he wanted me to do. As I pushed my finger a little further into his ass he grabbed my head and I felt the first splash of his cum at the back of my throat. I felt wave after wave of the sticky liquid pelt me, and tried to swallow all of it. He pulled back and out, and I was lucky enough to catch the drops that fell. As I licked him clean, I noticed something on my peripheral vision. The feeling of my gut dropping to my knees hit me, and when I turned, the sound of applause reached my ears. There, at the edge of the platform were dozens of the men I'd seen working earlier. Deciding that I could either be intimidated by them, or just be glad they weren't lining up for their turn, I don't recall. I stood up, licked the remaining drops from my fingers and took a low bow. Daryl put his arm around me, and led me back to the boat. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: jennj@rophy.acgeas.com (Jennifer S. Jackson - Dances with Nerds) Subject: The Tugboat [3/3] (ffm, anal) Date: 11 Aug 1995 17:13:06 GMT The Tugboat Jackson 1995 Part 3 I arrived back at the boat and watched Daryl leave for his watch duty. It was only 9:00am, but I needed to get a shower. The humidity being as bad as it is down here only means the mosquitoes wait until dusk to attack. The shower helped, and I left with the cooling water still dripping down my body and the small towel wrapped as best could be. Turning into the small walkway toward my cabin and fresh clothes, I literally ran into Don. I was so startled that my shorts and shirt dropped to the ground. Luckily, I remembered to keep a hand on the towel I was wearing. Don bent down to pick up my things, and before he stood, raised his head to look up at me. I flushed a bit realizing he could see my bush under the towel from his angle, but he only looked a moment longer and then began to fold my shirt and shorts. He stood then, and began walking to my cabin with my clothes. He didn't stop there. I asked him what was up, and he simply led me down the ladder to the main cabin. I knew Anita had taken night watch, but had no idea whether she was still sleeping or not. When we arrived at his door, he turned to me a bit and I thought I read fear in his eyes. I thought to myself that if he were afraid of being caught, he never should have brought me *here* of all places. Anita opened the door to his soft scratching and looked at me, ignoring Don completely. She stretched her hand out to me and drew me through the door. Don followed quietly as she led me to her large bed. I saw what appeared to be cleats at the head and foot of the bed, but decided they were simply part of the decor. "As Captain on board this vessel," Anita began, "I have absolute control once we leave our home dock. Complete control." She waited for it to sink in. "Before we set out yesterday, I informed my crew that as an honored guest, they were to treat you as well as they treat myself." She eyed me closely. "_HAVE_ they treated you well, my friend?" Good Lord! was THAT what was going on? I thought they wanted me for ME, not because they were told I needed to get laid! Anita must have read the shock, then anger in my face, because she immediately stepped forward and pulled me to her. She leaned to kiss me softly on my neck and whispered, "I've been wanting you for so long, but I wasn't sure how you would react. I thought this was the best way to find out how open you are." She kissed me then, full on the mouth. I marveled at the softness of her lips on mine, and felt her breasts pushing through her shirt against the towel. When she opened her lips and pushed her tongue to mine, I accepted it almost greedily. She slid her hand up along my hips, and I felt her loosen the knot holding the towel closed. The back of the towel fell away, revealing my ass to Don who had stayed in the room. I suddenly pulled back and asked about that. He was sitting in the corner, not looking at us, but I was sure he'd seen everything judging by the bulge in his jeans. Anita smiled gently down at him and snapped her fingers. Don immediately dove to his hands and knees on the floor and doggie-walked to her. She pointed to her shoes and I watched, stunned, as he untied them with his teeth and pulled them away. Anita unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her near-perfect 34C tits. I was drawn to them as surely as a moth to flame, and when I began to suck them, she sighed softly. I was vaguely aware of Don loosening her jeans as I drew her left nipple onto my waiting tongue. She shifted a bit beneath me, and I moved to her right breast as she stepped out of her jeans. She pulled my head against her and I began stroking my hands all around her waist and hips. From behind me, I felt a light pull as Don guided me/us to the bed. He helped us both to sit down and then sat on the floor beside us. I felt Anita begin to respond and it sent my head swimming. I laid her out beside me and traced my hand down her hips and along her smooth ass. I couldn't wait to get my lips on her pussy, but I knew that for our first time together, I wanted it to be special. The back of my mind wondered about Don, but by this time my own has was feeling her attention and it didn't seem to matter all that much. Before I was too far gone, I pushed Anita onto her back and kneeled over her with my pussy just below hers. Even hidden by the white cotton briefs she wore, I could see the outline of her pussy lips, and a hint of moisture that had gathered in the center. I bent over her breasts again, and her nipples until they stood nearly a quarter inch high. My hands continued to play with her tits as I let my tongue walk down her soft tummy to her panty line. I could feel a responding jolt in my body as my mouth sucked her panty covered pussy for the first time. She moaned as my hands slid down her and began to pull her panties off. I could smell her now, and knew that I must be as wet as she. Pushing her panties down and out of my way, I glided my tongue along her slit for the first time. Another moan this time, but I couldn't be sure if it was mine or hers, and then I pushed my tongue into her slick hole. As I worked Anita's pussy to my own pleasure, I suddenly felt a light touch on my ass. I turned to see Don rubbing my cheeks firmly and smiled at his hesitant look. Anita lifted her eyes to see why I had stopped and asked if it was all right for Don to help. I insisted that his instinct was the correct one and returned at once to sucking the magnificent pussy lying below. Don's hands took on a firmer grip as I pulled Anita's pussy lips into my mouth. I slurped on them a bit, supporting her ass with my own type of massage. I sensed, rather than felt, Don slipping one hand between my legs and along my pussy. Another heat wave reached me when his finger slid against my clit softly. My licking resumed a near-furious pace and Don slipped one, then two fingers into my slick cunt. Just as my finger reached Anita's asshole, I felt Don slide his tongue against mine. Jees-sus! did that feel good. I hadn't had my ass licked in a long time, and he was doing a bang-up job. I sucked on Anita's clit and didn't even realise when Don changed positions to begin sucking on mine. His fingers continued to play with my ass, and I felt him duplicating every move I made with Anita. This mirrored feeling lasted only a few more minutes before I felt Anita's ass clench my finger spasmodically. She moaned again, and I pushed my finger is as her legs tightened around my head. I could taste her pulsating pussy's juices as my head bobbed up and down along her slit. She grabbed me and held me still for a minute, then sat up and kissed me closely. Don was still lapping at my own pussy, and now I could concentrate on it fully. I sat up while Anita continued to kiss me, and began riding Don's face like a pro. His finger pushed further into my ass, and Anita's kisses drew me into a cloud of feelings. When her hands began groping my nipples, I lost it. I heaved my pussy into Don's face, and sucked Anita's tongue hard. My moans were so audible I was sure they could be heard everywhere on board as my pussy dropped waves my juices. Don continued to balance me against his mouth, and he sucked every drop of my come. I sat gasping for breath and Anita chuckled low. "See, Don still hasn't come yet." She smiled at me. "I think he wants to fuck, but I don't know... has he been good?" I've never been one for B&D games, so of course, making me come like that I had to say yes. She helped me to lay down, and told Don that he was going to be allowed to come inside a pussy today. Then she smiled at me and asked if I wanted it, and what way. I sat up again, and rolled onto my hands and knees instantly. I've always enjoyed it doggie-style once I've come the first time, and he was long enough that it wouldn't pop out every time he drew back. I felt Anita pull my pussy lips even further apart, and she coaxed her husband's cock into my velvet. I felt him fill me and arched my back to feel even more. Her fingers slid up from my pussy, and one began doing circles around my asshole. Don began a smooth pace, and I reached beneath us to fondle his balls. Anita's finger pushed into my ass, and Don began to slap at my backside a little harder. I let my hand slip back to my clit, and rubbed on it's slick hardness quickly. I heard the slap of skin and somehow knew that while she was finger-fucking my ass, Anita was spanking Don's. Dimly I heard her tell him not to come until I did, and that pushed a sudden wave across my body. I wanted to tell him it was okay, but at the same time mentally begged him to wait for my next orgasm. Don continued to slam me from behind, pulling almost all the way out, and pushing back in to the hilt. My clit expanded and I could feel my orgasm start to build. "Her ass... " Anita whispered. "Don't you like her ass?" Don gasped an affirmative reply and I nearly choked at her next words. "Fuck it." I was so close to my orgasm that I would have done nearly anything - but in my ASS? I tried to keep Don from pulling out of me, but my then it was too late. His head was there, at my puckered asshole, and I felt Anita spread my cheeks wide. She leaned toward me and whispered "It's okay, sweet. I've taken the liberty of lubricating you quite well." His head pushed into my ass, and I felt a moment of pain. I stopped moving completely, as did Don, and my ass began to relax. He slipped another inch into me, and I realized Anita was now playing with my clit. I felt him start to withdraw, and then he pushed into my ass even further on his next slow thrust. Anita's deft fingers were making sure that this, my first ass-fucking, would be a good one. I moaned, and felt Don's answering shudder as he slowly and firmly pushed his entire length into my ass. He was starting to slide easier in me, and I felt heat start to build all over. In and out of my ass Don slid, moving a little faster with each stroke. Anita had abandoned her hands, and placed her head to let my cunt slide along her tongue. I felt another heat wave and as sudden as my fright had hit me, another orgasm swept across my body. My ass and cunt spasmed, and Don's dick began ramming into me furiously. This only brought more drowning waves, and I started thrashing on Anita's face. Her arms snaked around me, and I was held captive as Don's began to come in my ass. Our orgasms countered each other, and his load was pulsing into me at a furious pace. I think I screamed... I don't remember... but Anita gently released my body, and slid out from under me. Don collapsed against me, and we fell onto the bed together. I looked toward where Anita sat, a look of triumph on her face. She smiled down at me and rubbed my shoulder lightly. Don's cock started to shrink, and I felt him slither out from inside me. He pulled himself down my body and licked my ass clean again, sending light shivers down my spine. I glanced beyond Anita and saw the ropes then. Her eyes followed my gaze, and she chuckled once again. "Only if they had been necessary." she said with a smile. My last thought as I fell asleep was that I surely was glad I'd decided to come along on this trip... even if it did mean everyone on the boat was going to try to make me happy.