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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Boat Girl Dreams by Darius Thornhill.
Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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Boat Girl Dreams

By Darius Thornhill

Discussing the trip and the potential of being cooped up on a 38-foot
yacht with six second-year female students from the oceanographic
institute, Jack, their tutor and also a qualified yacht master said
"Don't worry, they'll look on you as a father figure, after all you're
the guy sailing the boat, they'll just laze around and sunbathe
topless on the foredeck."
"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed.
"And besides." He added. "Teenage girls only fuck middle aged men in
the dreams of those same middle aged men!"
"Hey come on! I'm only 45!"
"As far as they are concerned that's well middle aged - nearly dead in
fact!"
"Well OK. I'll be a professional skipper and a reluctant father
figure."
"Don't worry - you won't have any choice." He said as we finished our
beers and went out to the minibus.

At the airport we met a gaggle of laughing, chatting girls full of
excitement and some apprehension. This was the first big offshore trip
for some of them and they weren't sure how they would cope. Helping
them throw their bags in the back of the bus I appraised each one as
they replied to my "Hi, I'm John, welcome to the island." routine.
Some were mature, confident and shot a "Hi John, I'm Jenny (or
Felicity, or Mary - you get the drift). But some were more reserved,
just a nod and nervous smile. Towards the back of the line a short,
studious looking girl stood waiting her turn to hand me her bag. "Hi,
I'm John, welcome to the island." I said, looking into dark brown eyes
framed by what I call 'librarian' spectacles. 
"Thank you John." She said in a refined English accent as I hefted her
bag. "I'm Verity." Her short dark hair was silky smooth and shining in
the sunlight, and while she wasn't what you call 'drop-dead gorgeous'
(for most men this seems to mean blonde with blue eyes and large
breasts - a look I'm not that turned on by anyway) she had an
attractive, pretty, intelligent face, and as I saw when she climbed
into the bus, a neat figure and a small nicely-rounded rear end. Oh
God! This was going to be a difficult week!

The first day was a short shakedown cruise. Jack in one boat and me in
the other. A couple of hours round the coast to anchor in a secluded
bay while we sorted out basic boat handling and safety stuff. My new
crew knew each other already and quickly settled into the routine of
trimming the sails in the light winds. They had all changed out of
their travel clothes as soon as they could and suddenly I was
surrounded by long tanned legs, firm breasts and well filled shorts as
they heaved on sheets and crossed from winch to winch as we tacked.
The last half hour into the bay was a pleasant cross-wind sail and
just as quickly they were all on the foredeck with the more forward of
them giggling as they stripped to the waist exposing some fine shapely
breasts to the tropical sun. The others, including Verity, were more
modest - just pulling up their T-shirts to uncover neat belly buttons
and softly rounded stomachs.
"Hey be careful you lot." I called - you'll burn your, ermm... selves."
I faltered. There was more giggling and whispering. Then Jenny - a
tall slim girl with long brown hair - stood up and walked back to the
cockpit - a place that was beginning to live up to its name as Jenny
was one of the girls who had stripped to the waist. With total
confidence that took all my self-control to match she climbed down and
into the cabin seemingly oblivious of the effect she was having on me.
As she climbed out again carrying a tube of suntan cream she smiled.
"You don't mind us like this do you?"
"No, whatever makes you comfortable is OK here. We're very relaxed." I
managed to say with what I hoped was a "Hey anything goes" tone.
"Oh good." She said, as she climbed out of the cockpit - giving me a
superb display of rounded bottom cheeks separated by a thin, very thin
piece of flimsy looking fabric which disappeared sexily into her cleft
as she stood up and walked forward. She wriggled out of her bikini
bottoms as she lay down on the deck amid more whispers and giggles.
Bloody hell! A week of this torture - didn't they know what they were
doing to me? Didn't they know that in the body of each 45-year-old man
is a randy 18 year old just bursting to get out?

The next day we set out on our first longer crossing, a 5-hour sail to
another island. As soon as the work was done and the boat was
virtually sailing herself with only the occasional course correction
from me they gathered on the foredeck and soon all of them were
topless and some were totally naked. I noticed that Verity had kept
her bikini bottoms on but exposed her small but very shapely breasts
to the sun's touch. They were already tanned and the top of each
smooth mound was covered by a large chocolate brown aureole, each of
which circled a prominent nipple - the kind you just want to take
gently in your mouth and you just know she will gasp with pleasure as
you do.... Ah dreams, dreams.

After an hour or so Felicity sauntered casually back to the cockpit -
sauntered as casually as you can on a moving sailing boat when you are
stark naked. As she came towards me the boat rolled a little and she
had to part her legs to keep her footing as she hung onto a shroud. Oh
what a view! A beautiful blonde bush on a great little body! I could
even see the outlines of her pussy lips, as she swung back upright. My
cock stirred in my shorts. "Oops I nearly went in." She laughed as she
dropped down into the cabin and started making us all some cool
drinks. As this involved a lot of bending over to look into still
unfamiliar lockers, not helped I must admit by me suggesting the wrong
one, I was treated to an even more revealing back view of her softly
haired pussy and neat little anus. This was too much and I had to look
away before I came in my shorts - the sight of a women bent over and
exposing her most taboo entrance with all its enticing tightness is
the greatest turn on for me. I realised then that what Jack had said
was true. These girls didn't perceive me as any kind of sexually
being, otherwise they would have been more careful about their casual
nudity - I was truly just the guy sailing the boat.

The following day we spent anchored up on a small island. I did some
small maintenance jobs while they went ashore to carry a marine life
survey as part of their studies. As the morning went on their calling
and chattering grew fainter as they moved off round the coast leaving
me alone on the yacht. After lunch I grew lazy and went up to the
foredeck to sunbathe. Lying there on the warm wooden decks I soon
began to think of their naked bodies with the inevitable results. I
slipped my shorts down and began slowly rubbing my cock and balls as I
dreamed of swaying breasts and tight teenage bottoms. It wasn't long
before I had one of the best climaxes I'd had for ages - five or six
large pumps of sperm-laden fluid shot up onto my chest. I fell asleep
dreaming of warm comfortable female bodies nestling close to mine,
wriggling their neat bottoms against my rigid cock.... More dreams....

A distant shout warned me they were returning. I quickly went below to
clean up and start some food going - that night we were barbequing on
the beach. To my delight Verity rowed the dinghy out to pick me up.
She was still topless and I watched her neat shoulders pulling as she
worked the oars. I caught the painter and tied the dinghy to a cleat,
helping her over the rail.
"Hello John." She stood in the cockpit, a light sheen of sweat
catching the sun on her tanned breasts. I tried not to stare, but
couldn't help noticing that there was something odd about her manner.
She was a quietly confident person, not demonstrative and yet now she
seemed a little hesitant. The moment passed quickly as she said. "Have
a good day?"
"Oh just a few small jobs this morning."
"What about this afternoon?" She was looking at me steadily. I hope I
didn't stumble too much as I said, "Oh a little reading, you know."
I'm not a good liar. She smiled to herself and went down into the
cabin. I followed her down and as we gathered the stuff for the
barbeque she chatted away asking about my sailing, my family (or lack
of it). I kept up as much of a conversation as I could when I was
involved in a complicated dance as we moved around the cabin with me
trying not to touch her but reveling in the light brushes of her arm
or naked breast against my body. 
I asked about her boyfriends. "Anyone special?"
"No not really. I get a lot of offers but most of them are just after
one thing."
"I can't imagine why!" I joked.
"What do you mean?" She turned to face me giving me the full hypnotic
sight of her smooth breasts, chocolate brown aureoles and oh so
lickable nipples.
"Well you are a very attractive girl, umm... I mean woman." I stuttered.
"You think so?" She had me on the run and she knew it.
"Well yes I do as a matter of fact." In for a penny....
"So you don't prefer Jenny with her long legs or Felicity with her
wiggly bum?"
"No actually, I don't. You are more my type." There, I'd said it.
"And what make you think you're my type?" She wasn't going to let me
off the hook.
"I didn't say that! I just said..."
"Oh that's OK." She laughed. "I was only teasing you a bit, and
besides you are quite cute..."
"Am I?" I said surprised.
".. for a man of your age!"
"Oh thanks, I feel great now!"
"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean that how it sounded. I meant..."
"No it's OK. I know what you meant." It was my turn to take control
now. "You just see me as an old guy who isn't effected by pretty
girls' naked bodies. That's right isn't it?"
"No! That's not what I meant. I know we have an effect on you, because
I..." She stopped suddenly as if realising she had said too much. 
"Because you?" I prompted. She looked a little uncomfortable.
"Well look we need to get this food and wine to the beach. OK?"
"OK." I said, reluctant to let the moment go.
She smiled, stepped forward and gave me a brief hug and a short kiss,
saying as she climbed the steps to the deck. "No hard feelings and you
are kind of cute you know." 
I stared after her for a moment relishing the soft feel of her mouth
on mine and the distinctly provocative warmth her breasts had left as
she had pressed them against my chest.

The barbeque was a great success. How could it not have been? Good
food, plenty good wine, me and Jack and twelve beautiful girls in
various states of semi or total nudity. Inevitably the conversation
became rowdy as the wine disappeared and then slightly bawdy in a
refined female kind of way as they discussed past boyfriends,
girlfriends, sex and friendship. At one stage in the evening two very
attractive girls from Jack's boat, Natalie, a woman with Mediterranean
olive-coloured skin and Eva, a statuesque Scandinavian blonde, slipped
away beyond the firelight carrying a mat and followed by some ribald
comments from those left around the fire. Jack caught my eye and
nodded slightly as a little later suppressed giggles and squeaks came
from the bushes a little way away. We talked louder to cover the
increasing sounds of their passion as they so obviously enjoyed
whatever it is that lesbians enjoy with each other. No one seemed
bothered when an hour later they walked arm in arm back to the fire
and Natalie sat with her legs apart on a log so Eva could sit between
her legs and lean back against her breasts. Every one seemed to accept
this as normal, even as they continued to caress each other in a
loving way. As Eva relaxed she dropped her legs apart revealing to me,
sitting on the opposite side of the fire, her damp blonde bush
gathered in small curls around her moist opening. I looked away, and
straight into the eyes of Verity. She smiled a long slow slightly
tipsy smile, then to my amazement made an unmistakable signal with her
eyes. I hesitated for a moment then said.
"We need some more wood for this fire. Who's going to help?" Both
Jenny and Verity stood up and said together. "I will"
"You're far too drunk Jenny - you'll fall in a swamp or something."
Said Verity, pushing her gently back down again.
"OK, You're right." Jenny collapsed into a giggling heap, her breasts
bouncing in the firelight.

We walked away up the beach in silence. A full moon lit the pale sand
and poured silver liquid onto the surface of the sea. It may have been
the uneven surface or the wine or both, but we stumbled against each
other and then walked on holding hands.
"Did they turn you on?" She said suddenly.
"Yes." What more could I say - it was obvious and I was too tipsy to
pretend otherwise.
"Me too."
"Do you like girls too?"
"Do you mean do I have sexual intercourse with girls as well as men?"
She said in a very correct accent, exaggerated by the alcohol.
"Yes - are you a lesbian too?"
"No, but Jenny and I sleep together sometimes, but we don't get much
sleep!"
"Oh God! That's so sexy. The thought of it turns me on big time. Tell
me what you do with each other."
"Well we are usually a bit drunk so we pretend we can't undress
ourselves and the other one has to do it, then we pretend to discover
each other breasts and things, but we both know where its going, so we
end up in bed. She licks me while I lick her. She tastes so nice I can
eat her all night long and she has loads of orgasms, she's a randy
bitch and she covers me with her pussy juices and I cover her with
mine and I have loads or orgasms as well. Sometimes I come just by
rubbing my clit on her nipples!" 
I must have looked a little shocked because she said. "Don't worry I
like men too." Then she stopped, turned, kissed me full on the lips
and said. "Tonight is a special night. We can ask each other for
anything we want and the other will say 'Yes'. OK?" 
I wasn't sure where this was leading but the tightness in my shorts,
the beach, the moonlight and the wine made me say simply.
"OK. It's a deal."
"OK. You tell me first." She said.
"Well I want to lay you down in the bushes and make long slow
passionate love to you."
"I know that silly! I meant what would you like to do that you've
never done before? That you've only dreamed of?"
"Well.."
"Anything - I won't say no I promise."
I kissed her and held her close feeling her hardening nipples against
me while I whispered my long held dream to her. She murmured and
kissed my neck and pressed against me as I explained what I wanted.
When I'd finished she looked up at me and said.
"Mmmm, sexy man. And when we've done that I'll tell you mine."

We walked in silence until we found a smooth moonlit patch of soft
grass in a clearing. A warm breeze ruffled the trees into a soft
sighing song of nature. Verity stood facing me in the center of the
clearing and whispered.
"Oh Daddy I've been such a naughty girl. You told me not to drink to
much and I have and now I need to wee but there's nowhere to go so
I'll have to wet in my knickers... only I'm not wearing any."
"Well you'll just have to go here won't you? And because you've been a
bad girl I forbid you to take your shorts off so you'll have to wet
them as a punishment."
"Oh Daddy! I can feel it coming! I'm going to wet myself!" A small
dark patch appeared between Verity's legs as she let a trickle of pee
soak into her shorts. Verity looked naughty and excited and she waited
for my reaction."
"That's a good girl. Now wee a little more for Daddy." I knelt before
her, my hands on her hips watching as the wet spot grew and extended
down the brief legs of her shorts. Soon a trickle escaped and ran
slowly down her leg. 
"Oh Daddy its so wet and warm against my pussy!" She whispered. The
exotic aroma of her pee mixed with subtle hints of musk from her
aroused body pervaded the moonlit glade. Her shorts stretched tight
around her little bottom and her pussy lips. The ever-spreading wet
patch and steady trickle of pee down her legs all combined to give me
the biggest erection I'd ever had.
"Stop now darling. I'm going to take your shorts off and then you can
wee some more when Daddy says so."
"Thank you daddy. I promise to be good."
"You're more than good, you're perfect!" I gasped and she giggled as I
slid her shorts down revealing her smooth belly to the moonlight and
my hungry gaze. I kissed her gently from her navel and upwards to her
gorgeous breasts, hesitating a moment before finally licking her
nipples with the gentlest of caresses. She moaned a little and then
pushed her wet bush against my chest. "Now darling!" I said. "Wee some
more for Daddy." I was rewarded with a spreading warm glow over my
chest as she released some more of her wetness over me. The aroma of
pee and pussy were overwhelming as I kissed her nipples, breasts and
belly, working my way down until I was kissing her damp bush, the
trickle of her pee just brushing my chin. And then I did what I have
long dreamt of doing - I slowly put my tongue out and tasted the
divine stream at the source of erotic desire. I pushed her lips apart
and found her clitoris as she continued to wee and wee on me. Now it
came it little spurts as her body started to react to my careful
suckling and circling. My hands alternately massaged her small tight
buttocks and her sexy little breasts as I pulled her closer. She
opened her thighs, wrapping her legs around me covering my face with
her aromatic wetness. Her hands were clasping my head and pulling me
harder and faster against her, smothering me in warmth, wetness and
sexual ecstasy. She gasped and moaned and gasped again as she became
more carried away. Unable now to pee she gave in to the overwhelming
force of her passion as it spread outward from between her thighs,
driven by my tongue working ever more rapid circles around the little
bud hidden deep within her secret folds. Verity thrust her hips more
and more violently against my face as she fucked and fucked me.
"Oh daddy! I'm coming, I'm coming!" She wailed, almost against her
will as the full force of her orgasmic passion washed over and through
her, wave after wave making her buck and ride me until gradually her
feelings subsided into a panting, clutching aftermath during which she
let the last of her pee pour gently over my chest as we swayed
together in the middle of that moonlit circle like some primitive moon
worshipers in the final throws of our ecstasy.

Finally we collapsed onto the soft grass and lay entangled with each
other kissing and licking and giggling at what we'd done. I told her
she had fulfilled a life times dream for me - one I thought I'd never
experience. As I kept saying thank you she hushed me with kisses and
told me it was one of the best orgasms of her life.


Sometime later she whispered to me.
"And now it's my turn." 
When she told me her most secret desire my cock grew so hard it was
painful. I knew I'd need to be careful not to hurt her, that she
trusted me as she had trusted no other man or woman. Gently I eased
her onto her back lifting her legs up to exposed the whole length of
her pussy from her soft wet downy mound right back to the tight little
hole and star crossed aureole of darker flesh around her anus. She did
have the most beautiful anus I had ever seen and - had I wanted to - I
could not have resisted licking her from top to bottom, from her
clitoris nestling in its protective folds, down around her vagina and
on to her earthy depths. She sighed a long sigh as my tongue reached
her beautiful tight hole and she pulled her legs up even more to give
me access. I licked her long and lovingly, circling round the outside
and gently probing her, teasing her to open a little and admit the tip
of my tongue into her back passage. She whispered 'Yes, Oh Yes' as I
pressed a little and felt her relax.

I gently turned her over, pulling her up until she was kneeling before
me with her legs spread and her head resting on the ground, cradled on
her arms. Her trim little bottom cheeks were rounded globes of
delight. Soft and firm, inviting kisses, caresses and signposting the
way on, deeper into the most private and taboo places of her body.
Pulling her cheeks gently apart I licked her in earnest, using my
tongue to spread her lubricating pussy juices over and into her tight
hole. When the time was right I knelt and ran my cock between her
cheeks, lubricating it with her wetness and my own. As the tip of my
cock passed over her anus and caught briefly against her tightness she
made little 'Ooh!' sounds. I continued this erotic massage for some
time as we both enjoyed the anticipation of what was to come next.
Soon Verity whispered.
"Now please. I want you inside me now."
I lifted up, positioning my slippery cock against the closed entrance
of her sexy little anus.
"Yes that's it. Now push a bit darling." She guided me as I felt a
little easing of her tightness.
"I'll pull myself apart and push out for you. Ready? Now!" She pushed
out, pulled her cheeks apart and I pushed gently but firmly against
the reflexive pressure resisting my entry. And then there was a sudden
short slip and the head of my cock popped into her anal opening. We
both gasped 'Oh yes' at the same time and then stopped savouring the
moment of that first penetration. That exquisite feeling of tightness
clamped around the end of my cock. That feeling of taboo and of giving
this sexy young girl something she had long dreamed of.
"Again darling please.. I love it... I want it again..."
I pulled gently back until with a little pop my hard cock slide out.
Her little star was no longer. It was now a small round hole that
invited invasion. I placed the head back against the opening and this
time as Verity pushed back and I pushed against her it popped in more
easily but still was firmly and softly squeezed by her anus. The heat
surrounding my cock amazed me.
"Are you ready darling?"
"Of yes! Slowly darling, yes slowly like that.. Oh!" She squeaked as
the thickest part of my cock opened her anal sphincter. She forced
herself to relax and slowly, carefully, with an increasing feeling
that soon I would not be able to control my rate of penetration I
slide the full length of my cock deep between her buttocks, into her
anus, until I could feel her small firm cheeks pushing back against my
groin and her moist pussy caressing my balls.
"I feel so full!" She panted, her breathing ragged with passion. "Now
fuck me slowly, make it last all night, I want you to - oh.." She
stopped as my cock slid almost all the way out and the firmly and
smoothly back into her most private and sensitive opening.
Slowly I increased the speed, sometimes making short little thrusts
right up against her and sometimes pulling almost all the way out and
teasing her with short thrusts just inside the entrance. All the time
the incredible smooth tightness of her anus milked and massaged me,
begging me to fill her with my cock and its load of sperm-rich semen.
Her need became more urgent as she began to loose control of her
passion and demand to be fucked harder and faster. She pushed back
hard against me forcing me and encouraging me to ram my cock with
forceful care into her tender body. Our rhythm built and grew until we
both grunted and panted like creatures of the night worshipping some
bestial god, joining our passions, our lust and our seed to each
others' in an ancient act of appeasement and renewal. The moment came
when I felt the spasms centered in her vagina and anus blossom
outwards driving me over the edge as the physical reality of our
ecstatic rite overcame us both and we shook and fucked like the wild
things we were. All care and thought were banished, the thin layer of
human sensibility wiped out by the most basic desire to fuck and be
fucked, to fill and be filled, to service out innermost needs and
dreams, to live our dreams.

That night we both lived our dreams and we were never quite the same
people again.

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Copyright
(C) Darius Thornhill 2001.
12th August 2001.
The author of this story welcomes comments and discussion at:
dariusthornhill@hotmail.com. 

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