Andrea and I gaze into one another's eyes and I can see them becoming glassy and watery just before she snaps them shut. She throws her head back exposing her long, tan neckline, and she makes the same growling noise she made yesterday and the day before.
And then I hear her favorite phrase again, "Oh fuck, I'm coming ... so hard."
I know why I love watching her. It's not the sensuality of tender passion; it's not the making love; no, it's the moment when her mind slips away into fucking. Try as she might, the demon love takes over and she forgets tenderness, she forsakes meaningfulness, and she finds herself fucking and loving a hard cock pounding her.
I smile and watch her squirm and wish I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock, but Clark's inside of her and he's holding on for the ride. His dick is bigger than mine, but he's a bad lover and I tell myself Andrea's orgasms are so violent because she loves watching me watching her.
I might be making it up.
But I don't care, as long as she gets off on the notion of me watching her fuck.
All I can say with certainty is I love sitting here in the galley of my own boat sipping red wine, fondling by balls through my swim trunks, and watching two uninhibited nineteen year olds rub their hard, tan, wet bodies against each other. Her toes curl, her pedicure glitters, she points her feet toward the sky and fans the air. His lower back sweats as his butt clenches and releases in an awkward pulsating motion.
Two days ago in the late afternoon, they made their way down the volcanic rocks on the west side of the harbor. They'd been sneaking over to the rocky outcropping on a regular basis since the others left for college. When I say "others," I mean the four others in their graduating class. They were the only two left in town. Ever since the bicycle factory moved to China, our little town has dwindled and everyone with any prospects is gone.
Andrea and Clark seem to be salving their sadness at being left behind with orgasms.
Andrea isn't going to leave her sick father for the city. Her job at the nail salon is enough for now. Clark would never make it at the community college. He's a nice kid, but not too bright.
So fucking each other will have to do.
They are a funny looking couple.
Andrea never reached five feet tall and her skinny body and oceans of long red hair make her look like a cartoon character. Clark's frame is wide and strong. His dark skin reminds me of an ethnic minority, but his clumsiness leaves no doubt he's missing exotic roots.
When I watch them, and he's on top, she disappears underneath him except for those eyes, and those toes, and perfectly manicured fingernails clawing into his ribs.
When they started coming down to Dragon's Cove in the early fall, I assumed they'd decided to start a relationship. Even though I'm older than them, everybody knows everybody in this town, and erotic liaisons are difficult to hide.
I'd watched them make love a dozen times from behind one of the giant century plants growing just above the only spot of so-called beach on our rocky shore. The ocean waves made it impossible for me to hear what they said to one another, but Andrea's voice always rose above the ebb and flow when her little body contracted and writhed with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming ... so hard." Sometimes I could hear, "God that feels so fucking good."
Seeing their young bodies covered in sand, nude and glimmering under the sun, intertwined with one another and aching for erotic fulfillment, I invariably found myself squeezing myself and coating the century plant with my own fulfilled fantasy.
When I saw them two days ago on their way to their secret rendezvous, something made me call to them. I wanted them to know I'd been enjoying orgasms with them. She wore a white tank top, some flowery shorts and flip flops. He had the same khaki shorts, ugly sandals, and Led Zeppelin T-shirt he wore every day. She held out her hand and they painstakingly made the journey over the black irregular surface of the lava rock trail toward the sea.
"Hey! Andrea! Clark! Wait a minute."
I yelled as loudly as I could from the dock and they did hear something and looked up. I waved them toward me with a big gesture.
Even when the factory cranked out hundreds of bicycles a year, our docks and our little harbor seemed dilapidated. Now only a few boats, my workshop, and the old piers slowly being reclaimed by the sea remain. All over the world beautiful busy harbors make for stunning photographs in the early morning or late day sunshine. Our abandoned port looks best on moonless nights.
"Hi Gino," Andrea said when they'd reached the docks.
"Hey Andrea. Hi Clark."
Clark gave me a head bob.
"I hope this isn't weird, but I know you guys have been going over to Dragon Cove to, um, you know." I tried not to pause and finish my thought so nobody would be embarrassed, but a pause snuck in anyway. "Well, anyway, um, you guys should know that I'm fine with you using the boat for, uh, you know. It's way more comfortable."
I sounded as smart as Clark as I stumbled over my words, but Andrea caught the message clearly.
"We could use your boat?"
"Sure. You know the beach over in Dragon's Cove isn't very accommodating."
"I know. I hate it. But it's the only place we could think of." Andrea looked up at Clark with a smile of expectation. She didn't want to go back to the beach, and she expected him to want the same thing. "Let's use Gino's boat, Clark."
"Okay."
That was two days ago.
I went about my business and they went about their fun.
As they made themselves comfortable down below deck, I pretended to be busy with the affairs of my shipping business. My dad left me the boat repair business when he died. He'd become wealthy when the harbor was busy, but now I live off his savings and not the business, and I fuss with a few minor projects the remaining boat owners assign to me. I pictured Clark kissing Andrea's lips. His tongue mingling with hers. Clark's playful antics with her tiny nipples. Her drooling wet mouth encircling and swallowing his cock. Her butt bumping against his belly as he eased his way into her wet pussy.
I waited, but I had to see.
Andrea rode Clark like a giant pony. Her knees tight around his ribs, her back arched, and her hands reaching back to his thighs. The sun flowed into the windows and lighting her breasts and deep brown nipples.
Clark faced up and away from me as I watched them from the stairs, but Andrea saw me plainly, and didn't slow down. With Clark's giant cock so deep inside her, she was in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming ... so hard."
She writhed and panted and groaned as her orgasm washed through her body. Clark gurgled up an odd collection of noises I'd never heard him make on the beach. Of course the sound of the ocean obscured his prowess as a vocal lover, and now his yummy sounds echoed through the cabin.
He came inside of her.
Andrea leaned over and kissed her boy. She wiggled atop him, the brat, and made him suffer needlessly. She peeked up at me with a jubilant grin; she wanted me to know how thankful she was to have a nice place to make love to her new man. "Clark," she whispered loud enough for me to hear, "I just love it here in Gino's boat. I want to do it here again tomorrow, okay?"
He would have agreed to anything she wanted in his condition.
Later, as the two left to go home, Andrea kissed me on the cheek. "We'll be back tomorrow," Andrea promised.
"Anytime you want."
They did come again the next day.
Yesterday.
I wasn't nearly as shy as the day before. I sat on the stairs and watched them make the beast with two backs. The gentle rocking of the boat, the ocean air, and the light streaming onto the couches, filled the afternoon with eroticism. Clark's performance seemed better than the day before. Maybe he felt pressure to offer a good show. He kissed her more passionately. He lingered at her belly button forever making her giggle with expectations. He buried his face between her skinny legs and found the right pace with his tongue to bring her an early orgasm. His butt faced me and I could see his organ full and hard from my vantage point and I felt proud of him for being so needy and yet giving her such loving foreplay.
By the time he spread her legs wide and she helped him force his way into her wet hole, I had my own erection fully engorged. I dropped my shorts and stroked myself watching Clark make Andrea cum again and again. She squealed and squirmed and snuck peeks at me from around Clark's girthy frame.
I'd see her eyes glimmering and knew she liked the idea of two men being under her control.
She made Clark cum twice ... I pretended one was for me.
When they left yesterday, Andrea couldn't wait to come back. As she walked away holding Clark's hand in the afternoon sun, I could hear her flip flops clipping along the rotting docks, and I could see her skirt swaying happily back and forth around her hips. I'd been so worried about offending Clark by watching them, I failed to realize how much Andrea enjoyed being the local sex pot. She’d graduated high school only a few months earlier, but for the last two days, she enjoyed being the sexiest woman on Earth.
And I made my plan for today.
"Let's go out of port today," I told them when they arrived. "The sea is calm and the breezes will feel good."
We disembarked and traveled out to nowhere in particular. Andrea confirmed my suspicion. She found herself loving her role as the sexiest woman alive. As soon as we'd cleared the harbor, she stripped down nude, tossed her shorts, tank top, panties and bra onto the seat next to mine, and talked Clark into doing the same. They moved to the front of the boat and stood nude, arm in arm at the bow, feeling the wind flow over their young bodies. Within minutes they made their way to the stern, and disappeared below. When I stopped the boat and killed the engines, I could hear Andrea's voice already.
"God that feels so fucking good."
And so I went below.
And that's where I find myself now.
I've joined them in the galley. I'm sitting on the bar stool drinking wine and Andrea is coming over and over and over. Each time she looks into my eyes before closing them and feeling the waves of ecstasy contorting her muscles. I've lost my clothing now too and my cock is so hard. I sip wine with one hand and stroke myself with the other.
Clark's back is sweating and he's doing the best job he can to keep her panting. He moves in synchronicity with her body and after each orgasm she digs her nails deeper into his flesh and forces her tongue down his throat.
I like watching her tiny body fight so hard.
She's not little Andrea from town right now. She's somebody even she doesn't know, desperate for the fucking of her life.
"Gino I want to suck your cock too."
Clark and I are both surprised to hear her demand me, but he's in no condition to complain and I'm in no condition to restrain. I stand, set the wine on the bar, and bend over her face watching as she swallows my cock. She sucks it in and blows it out. It's coated in her saliva and the veins stand out shining. Her head is bobbing as Clark is working her body up and down and her lips look perfect as they ride along my shaft.
Her tiny hands massage my balls before pulling my cock out of her mouth and running her tongue up and down along its length. I like watching the head of my cock rubbing against her nose. I know I smell like sex. I like her smiling and her twinkling eyes.
I hear Clark easing up behind me. He's exhausted.
"You need a break? You want to switch?"
He does.
He leans back and sits. Andrea stands up and switches directions. She kisses him on the mouth before licking his chest and belly and kneeling over his massive phallus. I help adjust her on the bench and bring her legs to the perfect height. I'd seen her fuck Clark doggy style plenty of times, but now, having her ass pointing directly into my face I can see her beautifully formed anus. It tucks neatly into itself with one small fold of flesh sticking out just a pinch to create a visual masterpiece with its tiny hint of imperfection.
I taste it.
I bend over and lick her ass. It's my biggest weakness. Many of the women I've known wouldn't allow me to lick their assholes, but Andrea abandoned her limits two days ago when she watched me watch her fucking her boyfriend. She wants it all, and feeling me eating her butt makes her moan and squirm.
After tasting her, I rise up and slide my cock into her cunt. Clark opened her up and her lubrication is slathered everywhere. She's warm and soft and expectant. I pull her butt cheeks apart and push as deeply into her pussy as I can go. I want to cum right now, but I want to fuck her too, so I am patient and find a fast rhythm I can handle without going over the edge.
I'm fucking her harder than Clark, and she's sucking him harder than ever. His eyes are closed and his fingers are buried in Andrea's hair. He's pushing her face down onto his cock.
We're on the edge of mania and Andrea's screwing on a level she's never experienced.
I can feel her orgasms crushing down on my cock. One after another, all of her muscles contract around me and I push harder and faster to enjoy Andrea's tight pussy. She almost feels like she can pinch off my entire organ before she finally releases and her juices gush around me and coat me for more action.
"Damn, I'm gonna lose it honey." Clark isn't sure he should cum in Andrea's mouth, but I have another idea. I pull her hair and force her to stop sucking his cock.
"Hold on buddy. We gotta do one more thing for Andrea."
I watch Clark to see if it's too late, but he calms himself a bit and holds off his ejaculation. He smiles at me. He's angry about waiting, but he wants to know what's next. We’re all breathing so hard it’s hard to communicate.
"You want the biggest orgasm you've ever had baby?" I look into Andrea's eyes as I ask her the question and pull her face toward mine. I'm leaning over her body like a vulture and I tangle our tongues together.
"Give me everything. I want everything."
I know it's true and I push her up onto Clark. I grab his ridiculous cock and help hook him back up into her pussy. I’m envious of his endowments. She settles down onto him. Her back muscles and young skin glow. I run my fingers along her spine.
I know she's ravenous right now, but I don't know how my next move will be accepted.
I take a mouth full of saliva and drool it down over her asshole. I rub it into her butt with my fingers and begin opening up her ass. I'm betting right now she's an anal virgin and I hope she doesn't freak out. She doesn't object to my index finger. In fact, she seems to want more and she wants it faster.
I add my middle finger and more saliva and stretch her just a little.
I can hear her groaning.
Clark knows what I'm working on and he's looking at me. I can't tell if he's fascinated or horrified, but I don't care. I'm going to fuck his girlfriend's butthole. And she's going to thank him for it.
I ease myself down onto her and slowly begin working myself into her. It's so tight I can barely think. Andrea's knuckles are turning white as she squeezes Clark's biceps and tries not to scream. Slowly, patiently, ingeniously, I open her up and I whisper into her ears as I nibble on her earlobes.
"Relax, baby, relax."
An erotic eternity later, I'm fully inside her and can feel her heartbeat on my cock as the blood flow is forced through the tight arteries of her vulva.
All Andrea can utter is a whimper.
I feel Clark's cock pushing in and out. His balls are rubbing up against my balls. His legs are entangled in my legs and she’s squeezed in too. The ocean is rocking us. The breezes are swaying. The sunlight dances around our bodies. Our sweat and body fluids cast the unmistakable odor of ménage a trois.
Andrea comes.
I groan in agony.
She can barely breathe after the first orgasm and the next three nearly fracture her mind. I half expect to hear her pet phrases, but she's too far gone to speak English. She's exploding. She's having the sex they create in fiction. In real life, people only dream of a fuck like this.
Clark begins groaning and mumbling a warning before he contorts and fills Andrea up with his cum. Being involved with two orgasmic teens has its charms and I let loose my own semen and coat her butt with a bucket load of white jizz.
I can't see well.
My vision is blurry and my body is fatigued. It's shaking and sweating and I can't breathe. Andrea rolls off Clark and I see her reaching down to feel our juices dribbling from her cunt and her ass. She's trying to put her brain back in order. I expect her to smile, but she's not with us. She's floating in a fairy forest on a cloud of rainbow colored goo.
"You okay?"
She doesn't respond.
I look at Clark. He's thinking. About what, I can't tell, but he's not with us either.
When I think I have control of my legs again, I climb the stairs up into the stern and jump off the end of the boat. The ocean water is cooling for the winter, but right now it feels perfect on my body. I float on my back feeling the waves raise me and lower me. The sun feels warm on my belly. I hear a splash and Clark emerges from the sea near me.
"She really loved that, didn't she?" He seems surprised by her reaction.
"Of course she did. You okay with what happened?"
"Yeah," Clark pauses. "I'm wondering if I might be gay now."
I laugh. "Why would that make you gay? It's just a threesome."
He stops doggie paddling and rolls over onto his back too. "I just had some weird thoughts while it was going on."
I don't know what to say.
Another splash and Andrea joins us in the saltwater.
"Happy?" I ask her.
"Very happy." Her smile is infectious. "Are we on again for tomorrow?"
"We're doing Clark's butt tomorrow." I half expect him to object but he only giggles.
"You're gonna love it Clark." Andrea splashes him and she swims back toward the boat.
In my peripheral vision, I see her nude body climb the ladder into the ship. She'll find a sunny spot on deck and let the heat warm her body. She's happy now, but I wonder what tomorrow will bring. She's our little porn queen right now. She's fucked like they do in the movies. She's commanded two men to pleasure her in ways they teach us are wrong at church. She's loved being the naughtiest girl in town today. I wonder if she'll feel the same way tomorrow when her boyfriend performs the same experiment and goes for a butt ride on my dick. I think it will be fun to turn him gay, but she might resent me for it. I better fuck her again today.
Originally published June 2009