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Sandy's evening at the Party Boat was not over. She was still full of lustful energy and felt as if she was only in the first inning of a nine inning game. After several minutes, Sandy decided to go out onto the deck for another look at the stars and full moon while Terry napped. It was a warm and comfortable summer night with only a suggestion of a breeze when a man came up behind her and said,
"Hi Queenie."
Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore.
"Hello," she said politely. "Looks like you are having a good time?" she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs.
"It's okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn't do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She's there with him and Sylvia," he said with a slight slur. "It's okay. Now I'm here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?"
"I suppose so, but it depends on my mood."
"What's your mood now?" the man asked.
"Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood."
"So, let me do you here," he said rather forcefully.
"No way. I'm not doing anything out here," Sandy said leaving no room for compromise.
"Okay, let's have a drink in my cabin."
"Alright but just a drink."
He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three.
The man still hadn't introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels.
"Ya want some?" he asked gruffly.
She said she didn't drink whiskey.
"Okay, you don't drink whiskey, but you do anal and that's just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut," he said brusquely and gave her a shove.
Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said,
"I don't do this without a condom."
He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline.
"Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on."
Sandy took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member.
"Get over by the bed, tramp," he demanded.
In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll.
She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man's first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished.
"Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch."
"You're an ass whatever your name is," she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and Vaseline smeared all over her ass cheeks.
Terry was awake when Sandy stumbled into cabin three. "My God, Sandy, you look like a tornado hit you."
"I know. I met some jerk out on the deck. He was rude, condescending and an asshole. He treated me like I was a whore and his slave."
"Oh you must be talking about Big Al. Ya know, when he has been drinking he gets that way but otherwise he is a teddy bear. Come over here. You need a hug."
Sandy didn't go into any more details but after cleaning herself up, she joined Terry on the bed. She felt the comfort of his arms and the warmth of his body. Quietly in a deep voice he began talking about his life saying he had been married for three years to a woman who was married to her job.
His wife was away on business trips almost every month and sex with her was mostly a quickie. He couldn't explain why he had married her. They have little in common and are not a good match. Last week his wife filed divorce papers. Terry said he was unhappy and thought the Party Boat would boost his morale.
Sandy said she had a good marriage although being on the Party Boat was exciting. Her friend, Phyllis, had talked her into it and maybe her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
She said, "Here I am and you're making tonight better than I could have ever imagined!"
"Let's take off those clamps so I can help your nipples feel a different sensation."
Once her nipples were free, it took time to get them feeling normal again but with Terry's help, they soon became sensitive and responsive. He placed his lips up against each breast and circled her nipples with his tongue. Sandy's erect nipples were ripe for Terry to suck sending electric sensations between her legs. She was moist again and eager to sit on his stiff elongated pole.
On top was her favorite position and that is where they began their second coupling. Sandy rode him with her accustomed energy and enthusiasm. Wanting more, she reversed herself and rode reverse cowgirl. Later, he slipped into her cunt doggie style and she indulged herself with the pleasure of each stroke . The blissful action lasted well into the night with Terry cumming often and Sandy enjoying euphoric highs with each of her orgasms. They fell into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep around three in the morning. It wasn't until dawn that Sandy gave Terry a gentle nudge to wake him.
Sandy said, "Terry, we need a shower. We both reek from last night," and dragged him half awake into the shower.
She loved soaping his balls and penis. The contrast between his dark skin and the white soapy bubbles made for an alluring sight but best of all was the feeling of her hand washing the slimy soap on his soft balls and stroking his hard cock. Terry also enjoyed the moment by rubbing her heavy breasts giving special attention to her clit.
The shower stall was tiny but they managed. When they had rinsed off, Terry stood with his legs far apart inviting Sandy to use her lips on his squeaky clean shaved testicles. She got the message and was quickly on her knees. Water continued to cascade down their bodies as Sandy moved between his legs. His balls hung like fruit on a tree and she devoured them with her lips and tongue. His cock grew even harder and was full and hard again.
"Sandy, I need you one more time."
She smiled. Terry helped her stand in the shower and she turned her back to him. The compartment was so small that when she leaned over offering him to take her from the rear, her head hung outside the stall. They both knew he was too big to take her anally, so he forcefully plunged into her cunt. His hands held her hips to help steady her as he continued to thrust into her welcoming pussy.
Terry drove his thick, rigid cock into her with strong, deep strokes. She once again entered that blissful serene world of sexual tranquility. Being filled with his hard muscular cock felt so overwhelmingly right that at first she couldn't manage to say anything, yet she squealed with delight. She wanted to feel his cock pulse again and fill her with the spreading warmth of semen as he had done earlier.
Without thinking and unashamed, Sandy yelled, "I want you to cum inside me like it's the last time you will ever cum."
He moaned as he realized what she meant.
"I want you to shoot your jizz inside me, deep. Fill me with your seed my beautiful knight. Shoot that cum into me.”
Her orgasms began to build and with a quick flick of his middle finger on her clit, she was over the edge. Sandy came with orgasms so powerful that she was on the verge of fainting.
"Oh, God," he said as his own orgasm began. The pressure behind the base of his cock finally erupted. His cock and balls convulsed together as he threw himself deeper into her clutching cunt, shooting volley after volley of his sperm-rich semen inside her fuck tunnel. Rope after powerful rope of his potent seed filled her pussy until he collapsed from exhaustion. And when their orgasms subsided, he locked eyes with her deliberately squeezing his last few milky drops of cum into her. She watched with pleasure, revered it and enjoyed it to the very last drop.
"Sandy, you get better each time we fuck," he said as they helped each other towel off. "You are the fuck queen I had hoped for," he said giving her a kiss.
"And you are the cock knight I have dreamed about."
They dressed and went to breakfast, but first the Black Knight handed her a gift. It was like Phyllis had said, a sealed envelope to be opened later.
Sandy was home around two on Saturday afternoon. She showered again and changed clothes putting all evidence of the Party Boat in the washing machine to clean away the stains from the previous night. Her daughters arrived home about an hour later.
Sandy overheard the girls tell each other of their overnight with Herald and Floyd. She only half listened but learned that each of the girls had spent the night fucking these guys. She couldn't afford to be hypocritical since she had been doing the same thing. She thought, "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
Sandy closed her bedroom door for some privacy. She sat on the bed and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp new hundred dollar bills along with Terry's business card. It read, "Call me. Love, your Black Knight." And Sandy made a mental note to be certain to take advantage of his offer.
"Hi Queenie."
Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore.
"Hello," she said politely. "Looks like you are having a good time?" she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs.
"It's okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn't do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She's there with him and Sylvia," he said with a slight slur. "It's okay. Now I'm here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?"
"I suppose so, but it depends on my mood."
"What's your mood now?" the man asked.
"Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood."
"So, let me do you here," he said rather forcefully.
"No way. I'm not doing anything out here," Sandy said leaving no room for compromise.
"Okay, let's have a drink in my cabin."
"Alright but just a drink."
He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three.
The man still hadn't introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels.
"Ya want some?" he asked gruffly.
She said she didn't drink whiskey.
"Okay, you don't drink whiskey, but you do anal and that's just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut," he said brusquely and gave her a shove.
Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said,
"I don't do this without a condom."
He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline.
"Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on."
Sandy took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member.
"Get over by the bed, tramp," he demanded.
In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll.
She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man's first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished.
"Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch."
"You're an ass whatever your name is," she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and Vaseline smeared all over her ass cheeks.
Terry was awake when Sandy stumbled into cabin three. "My God, Sandy, you look like a tornado hit you."
"I know. I met some jerk out on the deck. He was rude, condescending and an asshole. He treated me like I was a whore and his slave."
"Oh you must be talking about Big Al. Ya know, when he has been drinking he gets that way but otherwise he is a teddy bear. Come over here. You need a hug."
Sandy didn't go into any more details but after cleaning herself up, she joined Terry on the bed. She felt the comfort of his arms and the warmth of his body. Quietly in a deep voice he began talking about his life saying he had been married for three years to a woman who was married to her job.
His wife was away on business trips almost every month and sex with her was mostly a quickie. He couldn't explain why he had married her. They have little in common and are not a good match. Last week his wife filed divorce papers. Terry said he was unhappy and thought the Party Boat would boost his morale.
Sandy said she had a good marriage although being on the Party Boat was exciting. Her friend, Phyllis, had talked her into it and maybe her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
She said, "Here I am and you're making tonight better than I could have ever imagined!"
"Let's take off those clamps so I can help your nipples feel a different sensation."
Once her nipples were free, it took time to get them feeling normal again but with Terry's help, they soon became sensitive and responsive. He placed his lips up against each breast and circled her nipples with his tongue. Sandy's erect nipples were ripe for Terry to suck sending electric sensations between her legs. She was moist again and eager to sit on his stiff elongated pole.
On top was her favorite position and that is where they began their second coupling. Sandy rode him with her accustomed energy and enthusiasm. Wanting more, she reversed herself and rode reverse cowgirl. Later, he slipped into her cunt doggie style and she indulged herself with the pleasure of each stroke . The blissful action lasted well into the night with Terry cumming often and Sandy enjoying euphoric highs with each of her orgasms. They fell into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep around three in the morning. It wasn't until dawn that Sandy gave Terry a gentle nudge to wake him.
Sandy said, "Terry, we need a shower. We both reek from last night," and dragged him half awake into the shower.
She loved soaping his balls and penis. The contrast between his dark skin and the white soapy bubbles made for an alluring sight but best of all was the feeling of her hand washing the slimy soap on his soft balls and stroking his hard cock. Terry also enjoyed the moment by rubbing her heavy breasts giving special attention to her clit.
The shower stall was tiny but they managed. When they had rinsed off, Terry stood with his legs far apart inviting Sandy to use her lips on his squeaky clean shaved testicles. She got the message and was quickly on her knees. Water continued to cascade down their bodies as Sandy moved between his legs. His balls hung like fruit on a tree and she devoured them with her lips and tongue. His cock grew even harder and was full and hard again.
"Sandy, I need you one more time."
She smiled. Terry helped her stand in the shower and she turned her back to him. The compartment was so small that when she leaned over offering him to take her from the rear, her head hung outside the stall. They both knew he was too big to take her anally, so he forcefully plunged into her cunt. His hands held her hips to help steady her as he continued to thrust into her welcoming pussy.
Terry drove his thick, rigid cock into her with strong, deep strokes. She once again entered that blissful serene world of sexual tranquility. Being filled with his hard muscular cock felt so overwhelmingly right that at first she couldn't manage to say anything, yet she squealed with delight. She wanted to feel his cock pulse again and fill her with the spreading warmth of semen as he had done earlier.
Without thinking and unashamed, Sandy yelled, "I want you to cum inside me like it's the last time you will ever cum."
He moaned as he realized what she meant.
"I want you to shoot your jizz inside me, deep. Fill me with your seed my beautiful knight. Shoot that cum into me.”
Her orgasms began to build and with a quick flick of his middle finger on her clit, she was over the edge. Sandy came with orgasms so powerful that she was on the verge of fainting.
"Oh, God," he said as his own orgasm began. The pressure behind the base of his cock finally erupted. His cock and balls convulsed together as he threw himself deeper into her clutching cunt, shooting volley after volley of his sperm-rich semen inside her fuck tunnel. Rope after powerful rope of his potent seed filled her pussy until he collapsed from exhaustion. And when their orgasms subsided, he locked eyes with her deliberately squeezing his last few milky drops of cum into her. She watched with pleasure, revered it and enjoyed it to the very last drop.
"Sandy, you get better each time we fuck," he said as they helped each other towel off. "You are the fuck queen I had hoped for," he said giving her a kiss.
"And you are the cock knight I have dreamed about."
They dressed and went to breakfast, but first the Black Knight handed her a gift. It was like Phyllis had said, a sealed envelope to be opened later.
Sandy was home around two on Saturday afternoon. She showered again and changed clothes putting all evidence of the Party Boat in the washing machine to clean away the stains from the previous night. Her daughters arrived home about an hour later.
Sandy overheard the girls tell each other of their overnight with Herald and Floyd. She only half listened but learned that each of the girls had spent the night fucking these guys. She couldn't afford to be hypocritical since she had been doing the same thing. She thought, "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
Sandy closed her bedroom door for some privacy. She sat on the bed and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp new hundred dollar bills along with Terry's business card. It read, "Call me. Love, your Black Knight." And Sandy made a mental note to be certain to take advantage of his offer.
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