Chapter 6
A fuck is a fuck, no matter how you look at it. But even Seal and I had our limitations. We could only stand so much fucking in one day before we fell down from exhaustion.
By the time we got back to the apartment last night-or actually, that morning, we could barely see, barely talk, as we fell onto the bed and fell into a peaceful sleep of exhaustion and satisfaction.
When we woke up at four that afternoon, we were ready to ride again, needless to say. That's the way it is, when you work as a team. That's the way it goes when you have a sister you can share everything with.
"Well, where are we off to today," I asked Seal, after she had had coffee and cleared her head.-
"What are you in the mood for?"
"I don't really know. I'm just looking for a hot cock to fill me and let me remember what it's like to get a good one."
"I have a groovy idea. What do you say, the two of us take the day off and take a boat ride around the island?"
"Which island?"
"Manhattan, silly. What other one did you think I meant?"
"Okay," she answered, clearing dishes from the table.
I new that Emily had agreed too easily.
Knew she must have some sort of plan up her sleeve that wasn't exactly crystallized in her head yet, and I figured I'd let her have her private thoughts; let her work up what she wanted. Once it was in her head, I was sure she'd tell me.
We dressed quickly and got out of the apartment in record time. It only took us an hour and a half to bathe, dress and apply our make-up. And for Seal and I, that's pretty damned good time!
Emily bought the tickets and we moved down along the iron railing to the dock.
We were lucky enough when one was just about loaded and ready to go.
As soon as Emily and I shook our buns onto the deck, the deck hands threw the rope and we were off.
There were two seats available next to each other, but Emily and I decided to stand at the front of the boat. Of course, very little had to do with seating. There was a gorgeous hunk of man standing there by himself.
"New in town?'
"No, I'm not," He answered. "Are you?' "No."
"Then I guess we both have the same question."
"Yeah, called "What are you doing on this boat if you're a native New Yorker?'"
"I'm not a native New Yorker. I've been here for several years, but I was born in Boston."
"How exciting. That almost makes you a foreigner," I said, giggling and turning to Emily.
"I've found what I'm going to do on this boat ride, if it's at all possible. I'd like to take that beautiful man over there and just fuck the pants off him. He must have at least seven or eight inches, which is enough for me. But I have one trouble, Emily. Where in the hell am I going to take him and give him that good fuck?"
Emily looked at me and smiled. She knew these boats like the back of her hand. After all, she did go out with Jon all those weeks, and he was a tug boat captain. He showed her the best places to fuck on a boat when it's crowded and you don't want anybody to see.
Emily tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a ladder going up the side of the boat where there was complete privacy.
"Up there, sweetheart, you'll find a life boat. You just lift the cover and the two of your climb in and have a ball for yourselves."
"That's just what I'm going to do. I'm going to ball that guy from here, all the way around this fucking island."
"Look, sugar, why don't you and I get out of this spray and climb up that ladder over there and let me pull down your pants and let me sit on it or something. I'm just too fucking hot looking at your gorgeous body, I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You're on," he said, smiling. "I knew this trip had to be worth it the minute I saw you two girls get aboard."
"Talking about us two, I wonder what my sister is going to do while we're up there fucking."
I turned back to Emily, with a disappointed look on my face.
"What are you going to do, sweetie, while we're up there?"
"Don't you worry about a thing, Seal," she said, with a smug look on her face. "I know the captain of this one and I'm sure that he and I can screw in the luxury of some deserted room somewhere."
"You little bastard," I said, smiling. "So that's why you wanted to take this boat ride. That's why you were so willing. Oh, you evil thing!"
"Well I don't really care."
"You shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"You have the best thing on this boat."
"That's for sure."
"I don't know why you're standing here."
"Neither do I."
"Well, you'd better get your little honey up the ladder before someone else here latches onto him."
"You're absolutely right. Bye, bye, sis. See you later," I said, turning from Emily and taking my young stud by the hand.
The two of us walked over to the side of the boat and climbed up the ladder; me first, and him right behind me.
His hand reached up my thigh and touched-my spot as I was moving up and I began to shake my ass in his face.
"That's some movement you have there, baby," he said, as we climbed over the top.
"You think that's movement, wait and see what I do when you get that prick into me."
"Tell me."
"You'll see."
"I don't dig surprises."
"You'll understand what I mean when you get that cock up there."
"Tell me now." He continued playing my game.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes." We went back and forth like this for some time while we pulled back the canvas on the life boat and climbed inside.
It was a little difficult, but we managed to strip down to nothing. And then suddenly, our giddy moods changed.
"I want you, baby. I want to fuck that cunt silly. I want to take you right now."
"I dig you, man, so let's get on with it. Let's not talk about it any more. Let's do it."
Before I knew what happened he silenced my words in my throat with his lips, sending his tongue deep into my throat, thrilling the insides of my mouth, running his tongue over my mouth and teeth and playing tag with my own tongue.
He pushed me back, gently, against the hard wood of the life boat and sought my mouth with his again. As our tongues met, his finger found its way between our bodies down over my flat stomach and into my pussy. He began manipulating his finger inside my box the way I liked it; the way that really gets me hot and ready-ready for his huge burning rod.
"I can't stand any more. I gotta have it now. Take me," I pleaded with him, whispering in his ears. "Show me what you can do with that prick of yours," I moaned, pressing my body against his.
In a second he was kneeling over me on all fours in the life boat. He positioned himself over my shaking, quivering body and pushed his large cock down, prying my cunt lips open and pushing his tool into my vulva all the way.
He had a real horse cock; a real dick; a dick that could please any woman.
I moaned out loud as the first contact was made and ran my fingers through the thick hair on his chest. I opened my legs as wide as I possibly could and began bucking my hips upward furiously, to meet his hard savage thrusts that were filling my cunt with his prick.
"It's so good," he moaned. "I've never felt a pussy like this; so sweet, so warm, so delicious."
"Harder," I demanded. "Fuck me harder. I can take as much of that cock action as you can give. Please," I begged in his ear now. "Give it to me!"
That's all the encouragement he needed. He slammed home, into my box and I almost fainted from joy and happiness as he drilled me full ... completely to the hilt.
Our bodies were thrashing around, wildly, on the bottom of the boat, and I was sure we were making a loud ruckus, sure that when we finally emerged we would have a crowd waiting for us. But nothing bothered me. I couldn't give a shit about anything except the feel of his hard cock bringing my insides to life with each hard thrust he threw into me. The sweat was dripping off his neck onto my large shapely tits, tickling me as he continued to fuck. I wondered if it was always like this for him, no matter who he was with, or whether I was giving him some kind of new thrill. I thought I must be-he seemed so intent.
My thoughts were quickly snapped back to the present as his cock pounded at my naked flesh. I wondered if I'd have marks ... black and blue marks, from his wild attack, from his savage love making. But it really didn't matter. The only thing that really mattered to me and to him was getting a good fuck, and forget about everything else. Live for today, I was in the habit of saying.
I felt the fires erupting inside of my cunt and I began to squirm wildly under his solid flesh.
"Hold it!" I screamed. "I'm almost ready," I called out.
"Good, babe, go on."
"But I want it to happen to both of us together. I want you to come with me," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my legs around his slick body and opening myself still wider for him, positioning my pussy, helpless ... vulnerable ... willing to let him do anything he wanted to or with it.
My cunt was completely open and available to him and to his wild animal passion and I felt his balls slamming against my ass hole as he completed each stroke. Pulling out, to the very tip of is cock, he would ram it home with all the power and might he had.
"Now ... now give it to me," I screamed, clawing his back with my nails, feeling the wild fires spreading rapidly through my body, feeling the volcano explode and erupt inside of me. My flesh burned; felt red hot, as if I were lying on a pile of hot coals-and I undulated my hips, moving my body up into his own.
I shivered and shook from passion and desire as he shot me over the limit and set me off ... set off the juices of my love making, and let them overflow from my shaking, quivering cunt.
Then I heard his voice above me: "Now, baby, I'm coming now," he moaned out, collapsing on top of me, crushing my big breasts against his strong, muscular, hairy chest. His fingers dug brutally into my skin as his body convulsed with total, complete release.
With each stroke now, I felt him ... felt him draining his cock into me ... felt my pussy milking the thick juices from him. I felt his prick still inside of me, still jerking and shooting, bathing us in erotic pleasure, even though it was slowly softening in my wet, dripping slit of passion.
Slowly he pulled his cock from my delicious cunt and immediately I felt like I had to have him again-right then, right there on the spot; had to get that cock up in my hole again.
"I need it, baby, I gotta have it again. That was really good."
"I know what'cha mean. I've got the same feeling," he answered, giving me the signal to go on.
I bent my head down and began sucking on his limp tool. I began taking the whole fucking shaft into my mouth and really giving him a good blow job; really sucking his prick into my throat. I began to feel it stiffen ... hardening, already, in my mouth. I worked my head wildly, jerking it up and down, back and forth, from side to side, letting my hands run up and tickling his balls, until at last, his prick was hot ... ready again for some action. But I was enjoying his meat so much, I didn't stop. I just continued sucking away like crazy. Sucking over and over, from tip to stem, ramming it down my throat, until I gagged ... couldn't breathe, but it was all pleasure. It was just one big ball, one big blast, like everything else in my life. I would be per-fecdy contented to spend the whole trip in this little boat sucking and fucking with this stranger.
And that's just what I intended on doing: fucking the whole trip away, enjoying as much of his meat as I could. I knew I'd never see him again, once I set foot off the boat, but that didn't matter now.