Chapter 5
. In a half hour Denise and I were decked out in stylish outfits. I wore a long, black dress with nothing under it but black silk panties, matching garter belt and hose. The dress was low cut, with narrow straps holding it up. My braless tits, nipples protruding, swayed deliciously. Denise wore a white, long-sleeved blouse and wrap-around skirt that could be taken off in an instant. Beneath her clothes she was dressed the same as I. We were, in effect, dressed for an afternoon of heavy fucking.
We hitchhiked back to the wharf in no time. The guy who picked us up wanted nothing more than to fuck both of us silly. I was stern with Denise, though. She wanted to suck the guy off and I whispered, my voice very stern, that we had an objective to meet and could not be delayed. She complained quietly but did as I demanded.
The guy dropped us off at the wharf and I headed straight for the pier. Denise followed, still unaware of what I had planned. As we walked on the wooden pier, our four-inch heeled shoes clicked loudly with each step.
The smell of fish was heavy in the air as we passed by the tourists as they struggled with their fishing gear and cameras. When I finally found The Island Devil anchored near the end of the pier, I knew that excitement and hot fucking were just around the corner. Gerry, the guy who owns the boat and rents it out for fishing, was standing on the top deck, issuing orders for his customers to put their gear down and get ready to shove off.
"Hey, lover boy!" I said, giving Gerry my sexiest smile. "How many are you taking out this time?"
"Eight, including myself. All men, too." "Can we come along?"
"I'd like to let you but we're loaded up pretty solid. It's a nice idea, anyway," he said, his eyes ravaging my body.
I really didn't know Gerry that well, but I always figured him to be a pretty handsome guy. Maybe in his early thirties, he would have a strong, hard cock between his legs. As a fishing guide he was considered the best on the island and, as such, demanded top dollar from his customers.
"Follow me," I whispered over my shoulder to Denise as I headed up the plank to the boat.
"Hey, we're about to shove off!" Gerry said.
Denise and I got on board and Gerry met us right away. From the look on his face I knew he wasn't happy about telling us we would have to leave, but his high-paying customers couldn't be denied.
"Before you say a word," I said, touching his chest with my fingertips, "we'd like to talk with you in private."
Gerry gave me a half-angry look but headed below deck to his living quarters. I watched his tight little ass moving and felt a tingling in my twat. He'd give in to my requests. With my new-found confidence and sensuality, I was absolutely sure of it.
Once inside, I closed the door behind Denise and faced Gerry. He was just about to say something when I grabbed his shorts by the bottoms and jerked them down to his ankles. His underwear came down next and all he could do was stand there with a dumbfounded look on his face and a limp prick between his legs.
"We're going on the fishing cruise with you," I said, then pushed his chest so that he fell backward onto his bed. I moved closer and dropped to my knees near his leg and grabbed his prick, pointing it up to my face. My big tits pressed against the outside of his thigh as I smiled confidently at him. "To repeat myself . . . we're going on the cruise."
Denise got down on the other side of Gerry and together we started sucking his prick. Though it was small when my lips first touched it, the cock quickly twitched and grew to respectable size and width. My lips played over the head while Denise licked his balls and cockshaft. Our tongues caressed every inch of sizzling hot prick he had.
"Don't be so selfish," Denise said, pulling Gerry's cock from my mouth. "Let me have some of this."
As she sucked the head, giving it her best tongue-job, I used my lips to tantalize Gerry's wrinkled, hairy ball sac. I tucked one ball into my mouth and warmed it with my saliva, then licked up the cockshaft so that Denise's face and mine were tightly wedged together, each mouth taking in as much prick as possible.
"Two at once," Gerry said, his voice choked and guttural with lust. "Too good to be real." And then he rested on the bed and let Denise and I pleasure ourselves with his hard cock.
With Denise sucking on the cockhead, I curled my fingers around the prickshaft and stroked it with abandon, urging his balls to release their load. A moment later his balls drew tightly to his cock and I felt the come shooting through his cockshaft, out the head of his prick right into Denise's thirsty mouth. She took his whole load, then gulped it down without sharing any of the precious jism with me.
"Hey, I wanted some of that," I complained.
"There are seven other men on this boat," Denise said between licks of Gerry's cockhead. "So don't worry about it."
As Denise and I were sucking and licking on Gerry's dwindling cock, there was a knock on the door and one of the fishermen was complaining about it getting late and how he wanted to get the show on the road before all the fish were gone.
"Stupid bastard," Gerry mumbled, sitting up and pulling his shorts over his well-sucked cock. He left the room while Denise and I giggled about our good fortune. It wasn't much longer that we felt the boat pulling away from the dock.
"Are we going to fuck all of them?" Denise asked, her dark eyes shining mischievously.
"Why not-you said you wanted cock, didn't you?"
"Well yes, but I never dreamed we'd have seven of them."
"Listen, you were responsible for changing me from a frightened little girl into a cocksucking nymphomaniac. You just try and keep up with me. You may have had a head start as far as giving head is concerned, but I'm catching up quick!"
"No shit!" she mumbled, then followed me to the main deck.
Denise and I chatted with the men as we headed out to sea. the wind kept blowing my dress up and I saw the look of amazement on the men's faces when they noticed I was wearing a garter belt and hose. I sat in a chair facing the front so that my dress would push up often, and talked with two men in their early forties while Gerry was busy setting up everyone's bait and fishing line. Denise was chatting with a handsome young with closely cropped black hair. He looked like a gangster and I said to myself that Denise would be fucking him within the hour.
"How old are you?" the man named Paul asked.
"Old enough."
"Rosanne, do your parents know where you are and what you're doing?" he said, looking at my crossed legs.
"No," I replied, bending forward to fiddle with my shoes so that he could get a good view of my tits. "But I know where I am and what I'm doing ... so what difference does it make?"
I looked over at Denise and she gave me a quick wink, then took the gangster's hand and they started walking around the boat. Gerry was still busy trying to help the men who were more interested in fishing than seducing us, so he didn't notice. I talked with Paul and his friend for a while longer, then excused myself and tried to find Denise.
Walking by a window, I heard Denise say, "Don't! Don't! Please ..." I looked in the window and there, in Gerry's living quarters, was Denise and the gangster. Denise was sitting on the bed against the headboard. Her arms were outstretched and her wrists were bound to the headboard. The gangster had her by the ankles and spread them, then bent forward and started licking her cunt. Immediately my pussy got hot.
"Please . . . please ..." Denise murmured, but I knew that she didn't want the guy to stop. She kept her legs as wide as possible, giving her cunt licker as much room as he needed. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders, obscuring the beauty of her full tits.
"Give it to her," I whispered to myself, pressing my face against the glass. The look on Denise's face was nothing less than pure joy. Each time the guy lashed her clit with his tongue, her whole body jerked. The rosy nipples, hard and erect, peeked through a veil of brown hair and my mouth watered with the thought of sucking those little buds.
As my hands moved slowly up my body toward tingling nipples, the gangster pulled his face away from Denise's cunt. She started to protest, but then he grabbed her ankles again and spread them even wider. His long cock seemed to know right where to go. The cockhead punched through Denise's pink pussylips and soon the two were fucking hot and heavy.
I played with my tits through the dress, watching the young couple fucking away on the bed. Between the two of them the only clothes left on were Denise's shoes, garter and hose. The rest of their clothes was bunched together on the floor of the boat.
"Fuck!" the guy groaned, tossing his head back. I could see his pale, long cock halfway in Denise's cunt. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around the cockshaft and, from the look on his face, I could tell that he was really enjoying her pussy.
"Fuck me harder! Give me your cock!" Denise gasped. Her tits rolled back and forth on her chest as she took in the gangster's cock. He braced himself with his hands and pounded his prick into her, ramming full-length with each thrust of his hips.
Several minutes passed, seemingly in just a matter of seconds. My cunt was dripping wet from watching the wonderful fucking my sister was getting. I watched her wrists as she struggled with the bindings holding her to the headboard.
And then everything kicked into fast motion. The gangster reamed Denise's cunt harder and faster than I thought possible. His firm ass was just a blur.
"Ahhhhhh!" Denise cried out, twitched and straining against the ropes as she came. Her lover just grit his teeth as his cock filled Denise's cunt with jism.
I heard someone walking up behind me and I wheeled around. Whoever it was, I didn't want them to see Denise and her lover. It turned out to be Paul and his friend.
"What's going on?" Paul asked, holding a highball in one hand and a cigar in the other. "When you didn't come back we were afraid you had gotten lost."
"On a boat? Not likely, is it?"
They laughed and we headed for the back of the boat where the others were all evenly spaced apart, sitting in chairs and holding fishing poles. Gerry was on the upper deck steering the boat toward the open sea, no doubt to a favorite, secret fishing spot.
I took Paul's drink from his hand and sipped it. The alcohol burned as it went down, immediately warming my insides while calming me at the same time. I hadn't made it with two men, except the two who raped me, and the idea of fucking and sucking Paul and his friend excited me.
"I paid thirty bucks to go on this damn fishing trip and you can almost guarantee I won't catch a thing," Paul said, looking at his fishing rod sticking out of a holder attached to the side of the boat. "Never do. I've been fishing seriously for fifteen years now and I never catch a damn thing!"
"Don't be so negative," I replied, handing him his drink back and allowing my fingers to trail over his palm a little longer than necessary. "Maybe you just haven't been using the right kind of bait."
As I walked to the bow of the boat, I could hear Paul and his friend urgently whispering to each other about me. They probably still hadn't figured out that I had every intention of fucking both of them, and their whispered comments to each other told me as much.
It was deserted on the bow. No chairs or fishermen or anything else. Just the blue sea ahead and eight men and my sister behind me. I sat down on the wooden deck, crossing my legs and leaning back on my elbows. Tilting my face to the sun, I felt my face and body being gently warmed in the light.
"Working on your tan?" Paul said. I could tell it was him from his voice.
"Yes," I answered, not opening my eyes. "What are you working on?"
"Actually, to be quite honest, I was thinking about working on you."
"I'm infinitely more interesting . . . and certainly a bigger catch . . . than fishing."
Paul sat down next to me and I still hadn't opened my eyes. I felt him putting his arm under the small of my back, then his lips lightly grazing against my cheek. When his weight pressed me onto my back, I held him tightly, running my fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his back. Paul's lips pressed against mine and I greeted lis kiss by opening my mouth. Immediately we were frenching up a storm, tongues darting from mouth to mouth.
Paul's hand inched slowly from the side of my face, down over the smooth skin of my neck, and finally cupping my tit. He squeezed and fondled the handful of hot flesh, rubbing his palm over the nipple until it grew hard and erect. When he finally pushed the top of my dress down so that my tits were exposed, I almost cried, I was so happy. Cocksucking is all fine and dandy, but I really needed a cock for my cunt and I knew he would be the one to really give it to me.
I raised my knee, putting my foot on the deck, and my dress bunched up around my waist. I could feel the warm ocean breeze blowing up my dress, making the light material flutter as the wind toyed with my wet cunt.
I was hotter than I had ever been before. Paul's fingers and lips were driving me wild. He nipped lightly on my neck while rolling my nipples between his thumb and fingers. He licked my ear lobe, and even stuck his tongue right in my ear. When he did that, I went out of my mind.
"What do you want me to do? Tell me anything and I'll do it."
"Suck me off," Paul whispered softly, not as urgent as I. "Let me watch you sucking my cock. I want to see you drink my come."
I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but Paul had been such a sweetheart-so tender and caring-that I was willing to please him any way I could. I still hadn't opened my eyes as I felt him pull out from my embrace. I heard him stand up, then the rustle of clothes as he shed them quickly. Soon he was sitting near my face, leaning back on one elbow and twisted toward me so that the knob of his prick touched my cheek.
"Yes, lover man ... I love your cock," I murmured, grabbing his prick and being happy to find it a good eight inches of solid cockshaft. I licked the cockhead, tasting the lubricating jism that oozed out the tip, then stretched my lips wide and took the cocktip into my mouth. Paul pushed his hips at me and I caught on right away that he wanted to fuck my mouth just the same as he would my cunt. Instead of moving my head toward him to get his prick, I remained still and let him give me his cock at whatever speed and depth he chose.
"You're so ... so beautiful," he whispered, pushing my blonde hair away from my face.
His prick was large enough so that I could put my hand around the cockshaft and still have plenty left to suck. He seemed to enjoy it best that way, sort of getting jerked off and sucked at the same time, and I gave him a tender tongue lashing each time his cockhead pushed into me.
When I heard the clicking of heels against the wooden deck, I wondered idly who it was but did not open my eyes. Nothing in the world was going to stop me from pleasing Paul exactly the way he wanted to be pleased. There was a long pause, with nobody saying anything, and I figured that whoever it was enjoyed watching a young girl sucking cock. When I felt a hand raising my other knee and my dress being raised more to completely expose my pussy, I let out a low, cat-like purr of pleasure. The next thing I felt was a big cockhead pressing firmly against my pussylips. My cunt was already wet and hot and the prick slid up my cunt with no trouble at all.
Whoever was fucking me had the same tender, caring way of getting it on that Paul had. He eased his prick full-length in and out slowly, feeling the warmth and moisture of my cunt. By reaming my pussy so slowly, I could feel every ridge and vein on his prick.
The two men gave their cocks to me, or shared them with me, and I accepted them gladly. One cock in my mouth-one in my cunt. Nothing could be better. I had been brutally and erotically fucked by two men before and now I was being tenderly and erotically fucked by two men. Both types of fucking-sensitive lovemaking and raging lust-made my clit sizzle and my mind spin.
"Ohhhhhh!" Paul moaned, pumping his hips faster to feed his cock to me. His cock had grown another half inch in length from the stimulation of my lips and tongue. I whipped my tongue against the head and stroked his prick as he pulled back. If he wanted a blowjob, I was going to give him the best one of his life.
"Rosanne, your pussy is so hot," the other voice said, and then I knew he was Paul's friend.
Together we approached our climax. Paul suddenly began thrashing on his side, pounding his prick between my lips until the cockhead smacked hard against the back of my mouth. His friend, sitting on his haunches, rammed his hard cock into me fiercely, thrusting with such power that his balls swung between his legs and slapped against my asshole.
Paul was the first to come. His prick quivered between my lips and then the head exploded. His come, thick and creamy, spurted powerfully in my mouth. He came so hard that I could feel the underside of his cock expand against my palm as the jism squirted on my tongue. Even as Paul's come was filling my mouth, his friend began blowing his jism in my cunt. The combined effect of their balls giving me so much jism at the same time pushed me over the edge of pleasure and I, too, was thrashing about madly on the wooden deck, lunging at Paul's cock to take it deep in my mouth, wiggling my ass to get the most friction against my clit.
"Arrrrrgggghhhh!" Paul groaned as the last of his come trickled out his cockhead. I kept sucking his prick, hoping to get more of his delicious jizz, but there was no more to be had. Finally he pulled his cock from my mouth and I swallowed his come with pleasure.
"I haven't blown my wad that hard in years," Paul's friend said, pulling his prick from my juicy cunt. "Hot damn, girl, you're some hot piece!"
"Yes, yes, yes," I purred, licking my lips. I heard them putting their clothes on and I didn't move a muscle. Throughout the whole fucking and sucking I hadn't opened my eyes once and it now seemed like some strange, wonderful daydream. I heard them walking away and I drifted off into a light sleep with my knees raised, my cunt exposed and my dress pulled under my tits.
When I woke up an hour later I felt rested and happy. I got up, adjusted my dress, and went to the stern of the boat. Gerry was there, helping a guy land a fish, and I counted the men. Two were missing and so was Denise. I watched Gerry land the fish, noticing how expert he was at it, and finally pulled him aside when he had a free moment.
"Where's Denise?"
"Hey, you girls are something else," he said, his eyes glowing happily. "These guys figure you two come with the trip. They're already saying they're coming back with other friends."
"Fine, fine," I said, "but tell me where my sister is." "Below deck with two guys. Really, Rosanne, you and Denise are the prettiest, hottest things to hit the island in years."
"You're a sweetie," I said, opening his shirt a little to kiss his hairy chest. "I'll talk more to you later."
I went to the window at Gerry's cabin again and saw Denise and her two lovers. All three were on the bed, with one man on his back and one guy standing. Denise was sitting on one cock, her back to the guy, and sucking the other's prick. I watched her firm tits bounce up and down as she worked to get the cock deep in her pussy. Apparently they had been getting it on for quite some time before I got there because the guy with his cock in her cunt was soon humping on the bed. I watched Denise's expression change, even though her lips were oval-ed around a fat cock, and knew that she was getting a belly full of come.
When she finally got the other guy off with her fantastic blowjob and had drunk his jism, I smiled and couldn't help but laugh. My little sister was one hell of a good lay. Judging by the way the guys went after her, and by how well she got their balls to explode, I thought she must, be absolutely fantastic.
When the men left, I went below deck and talked with Denise. We both agreed that we probably had had enough cock for the day. There were men we hadn't gotten it on with yet, either by sucking them or fucking, but they would just have to come back another time. For the remainder of the afternoon, until Paul tied The Island Devil up at the pier again, we just talked to the men and flirted with them. The ones who hadn't been lucky enough to step forward and get laid when they had the chance often felt us up, but we didn't give in to their wishes and went home feeling happy and exhausted.