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Authors name: Phil Masters (philmasters@aol.com)
Story title : H O O K I N G - U P
Part 7 of 7
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"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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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But
it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers! You only have
one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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