A Night by the Docks

One evening, at the end of summer, when nights turned dark again, I found myself walking by the docks. I was far from home with little means of getting there with public transportation, so naturally I was thinking about catching a cab.

I was also quite drunk and passing a park bench had me thinking about just kicking in and having at least a short nap. I was tired and had it not been for a very interesting sound from one of the smaller boats right in front of me, I might have just fallen asleep there and then.

I listened again. A woman was moaning.

I wouldn’t say what was going on in the boat was happening in plain view, but once you climbed up on the deck, pressed your face to one of the windows (or port holes, as they call them on boats), and cupped your hands around your face you could see it all as plain as in the middle of the day. Two women, a blond and a brunette — I decided to call them Ebony and Ivory — obviously making out.

Ebony was on top of Ivory, a leg between hers, her face buried by her neck and her hand pushed inside her unbuttoned trousers. Probably inside her panties as well judging from how her hand moved and how her friend squirmed and twitched.

It was a wonderful sight and had it not made me so incredibly horny, I might just have stood there letting them go all the way while I watched. Instead I looked around the boat and found a staircase (even though they call them ladder when on boats, even if at least this one looked just like a staircase), at the end of it a door, unmistakably leading to the room (or cabin) where they were.

The only thing between me and the two girls was a door, and I was wondering whether to barge in or sneak in. The thought of not going in at all never even crossed my mind. Intoxication be blessed! In the end I settled on just opening the door and entering.

They heard me and once I’ve closed the door they were both as tidy as choir girls.

“Did I scare you?” I said. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Why are you here?” Ebony said. She had scooted so far into the corner I could hardly see her in the shadows. Her friend was caught on the other end of the bed (or bunk, as they call them on boats). She was caught in a stream of moonlight, and a glorious sight to behold. I sat bedside her.

“You looked like you could need a hand,” I said and I could clearly see her shivering.

“No,” Ebony said, “we don’t need a hand, and you’re trespassing.”

I combed my fingers through Ivory’s hair. It was silky smooth and my touch made her close her eyes and sigh. “Your friend here seems to disagree,” I said and took a sniff on her locks which made her breath catch.

“I made her like that,” Ebony mumbled.

“And now I’m gonna take advantage of it,” I said, balling my fist in Ivory’s hair, making her head roll back and a moan escape her lips. “You can join or watch.”

I felt Ivory’s hand on my knee. She was in on it alright. She turned her face to me, her eyelids heavy. Perhaps she too was intoxicated.

“What are you doing to me?” she said. Her breath was indeed thick with alcohol.

“Your friend is drunk,” I said to Ebony while slowly unbuttoning Ivory’s shirt. She was squirming her ass into me in a way that took my attention away from her friend.

“So?”

“You don’t sound drunk to me.”

“I’m not,” Ebony said, “not as drunk as she is.”

“Care to explain that to me?”

“She drinks more than I do.”

“Or you drank less than she did. You’re seducing her aren’t you?”

“Uh… no!”

“Yes you are. She’s too gorgeous and you had to have a bite of her. Don’t you?” No reply. “I bet thats why you’re out here in the first place.”

“It’s not. We ran away.”

Ebony walked into the moonlight, towering over me and Ivory. I couldn’t see her face, but from her balled fists I assumed she was pretty upset.

“From pigs like you.”

I was caressing Ivory’s belly, on my way to her breasts, but my hand were still wandering between the waistline of her trousers and the bottom of her bra. When Ebony spoke it stopped.

“Pigs like me?”

“Pigs that abuse her.”

Ivory protested and took my hand, pulled it all the way up until it cupped one of her firm breasts. “I love to be abused,” she said, squirming until she almost sat in my lap. “I love to feel hard, hot cocks.” She squirmed again, no doubt feeling what was growing in my pants.

“I don’t think I’m abusing her,” I said, holding Ivory’s hips away from me to prevent her from driving me completely out of my mind with her firm, tight ass grinding into me. “I think you’re jealous.”

“She is,” Ivory said.

“I’m not.”

“You are too.”

“Am not!”

“When I and Bobby made out in the girls locker room you were hiding in the toilet rubbing it off.”

“I was on the toilet. In the girls locker room. So?”

“Finger-dancing.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know it. Scrolling the mouse wheel. Buffing the box.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Playing with yourself.”

“No way!”

“Oh come on! The room stank with pussy, and I know you’d just done it. You were blushing. Still are…”

“Perhaps I was blushing because you were such a slut?”

Ivory giggled. “I felt the pussy-smell.”

“You were probably smelling your own goddamned pussy.”

I reached down to Ivory’s fly, but found it unbuttoned. She had probably not had time or presence to button it up in the first place, if she had found it necessary at all. Ebony backed away a bit and I could see her eyes. “Perhaps you want to smell her pussy?” I said and started to push Ivory’s trousers down her legs.

Ebony bit her lower lip and before she could say ‘no’ or lash out again, Ivory whooped and giggled. “You so want it.”

I just grinned and pushed Ivory’s trousers further down. “I need a hand here,” I said once I couldn’t reach further down.

“Give him a hand,” Ivory said and leaned back on the bed.

I leaned over her and we shared our first kiss. It was cautious and seeking at first, lips tasting lips, tongue tips caressing gently, but when Ivory moaned and pulled my head to her, I held her harder as well and our kiss became hot and passionate.

Suddenly she whined and pushed my head away. “Please,” she said, “undress me!”

I looked down and realized Ebony was already pulling her panties down her long, slender legs. My gaze fixed on her pussy. She was blond alright. A dense mat of blond hairs grew between her legs.

I had an overwhelming desire to touch her, but somehow managed to keep my hands to myself. Ebony was first, and she had the right idea. When I saw her kissing her away along Ivory’s thighs nibbling, licking and tasting her friends smooth skin I knew, if I reached down and grabbed her pussy just like that I would have broken the magic for her completely. Women needs to be handled carefully, and they need that care allover their body.

I continued caressing Ivory’s belly, however with growing attention to her breasts. I knew Ebony was getting ahead of me in the game, judging from Ivory’s increasingly desperate moans she was already licking her pussy, but when I looked down I realized Ebony was far from. She was kissing Ivory’s feet!

I reached for Ivory’s back, but it seemed she had read my mind when she opened her eyes and smiled. “It opens in the front.” She reached down and a moment later her bra unclasped and her wonderful breasts were bared for me. I cupped one in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers, while I leaned down and kissed her again.

Ivory moaned and suddenly I felt her hand on my hard-on. She searched a bit before she could wrap her fingers around it through my jeans and start caressing up and down. Even if it wasn’t the same as a real hand-job it was still very nice, and I ached for returning the favor, but when I looked down, Ebony had that part of Ivory’s anatomy in full control. She was licking and biting her upper thighs now, shifting from one to the other, and back. I could only imagine how it felt for Ivory, when she did that. Ebony’s breath, coming in hard, shallow gasps, must have caressed her still untouched pussy and driven her even more desperate.

I looked into Ivory’s eyes and saw her need. “You want her to lick your pussy?”

Ivory was so horny speech was beyond her and all she could manage was whining mewls. I looked at Ebony and saw hesitation, even fear in her eyes. Her mouth was a decimeter from Ivory’s crotch but it seemed she was unable to go further. I reached down and caressed her hair. “You love the smell, don’t you?”

She didn’t shake her head, nor did she nod, but I took her still being there, a mere ten centimeters from Ivory’s pussy, as a ‘yes.’

“I won’t tell, and she won’t,” I said, reaching to the back of her head.

“I’m not…”

I pulled her toward Ivory’s crotch. She resisted at first but when Ivory felt her cheeks against her thighs she started crying out in pleasure and her hands joined mine on Ebony’s head, trying to pull her closer.

Ebony closed her eyes, slid forward the last centimeters and closed her mouth over Ivory’s crotch, sending her body into a shaking arch of pleasure. I slid up in the bed until I could resume my attentions to Ivory. Her eyes were closed, her jaws clenched, and I could see the muscles on her neck working to keep a scream inside.

I nibbled her ear. She exhaled and relaxed a bit. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. “I’m so close,” she said.

I smiled at her, and turned down to Ebony. “Use your fingers,” I said.

She looked up at me and grinned. A few seconds later I could see in Ivory’s eyes exactly what was happening. They widened until they were big as saucers, then she shut them hard. She grunted. Her hands grasped the beddings. Her hips jerked. “She’s gonna make me cum,” she said sobbing, “She’s gonna make me…” Her body twitched and tensed. A wail escaped her. Then she seemed to relax, but a second later her body arched again and another scream passed her lips.

She was whining and squirming for several more seconds before she pushed Ebony away from her and sat in the bed. Shivers still passing through her body on occasion. “God,” she said, a soft mumble, “I…” Her eyes fell on my crotch. “I think I…” She looked at Ebony.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” she said, “I…”

“I know,” Emma/Ebony said and smiled at me. “Your turn now.”

“We’ll return the favor,” Ivory said and pushed me down on my back. “Just relax.”

“Okay,” I said and did as instructed.

Emma started working on my jeans while Ivory got rid of my sweater and T-shirt. “You still have me boiling,” she said, caressing her lips from my neck to my ear, leaving a cold, wet trace. “Why don’t you feel it for yourself?”

I reached down to her thigh just in time to feel her raising her top leg.

“I’m all yours,” she said.

I slid my hand between her legs and found incredibly soft hairs concealing her hot center. I stroked a finger over her slit until she opened for me, wet and hot.

“Oh yeah,” she mumbled as I squeezed her thick pussy lips and pulled gently. “You’ve got me boiling over already, keep doing that…”

At that moment Emma’s attention to me became impossible to ignore. Not that I was inclined to, but Ivory noticed my mind wandered and when she looked down she giggled. “That’s it,” she said, “lick his balls.”

I couldn’t agree more. However, Emma had greater plans. She slid her mouth from the base of my cock to its head, then she took the head in her mouth. The moment when I had to conjure up all my will power to keep from shooting off right there and then arrived. Fortunately it also passed without incident, and I was able to return some of my attention to Ivory.

Ivory had not been lying about boiling over though and as soon as I got a finger inside her, she clasped her thighs around my hand, her head fell down by my neck and she started squirming and grinding on my hand. “Oh God,” she whispered, “Oh God.”

She rose on her arms and, without further bother, straddled me. “I’m sorry Emma,” she said.

Emma’s mouth left my shaft. “It’s okay.” She was still jacking me slowly. “Scoot down a bit.”

Ivory did and I felt how Emma pushed the tip of my cock to her wet flesh. “Oh God,” she moaned and pushed down on me.

She was incredibly tight. Tighter than any woman I’ve ever felt before. The copious amounts of juices running out of her did help making my penetration go easily, even though the pressure of her snug sheath was still an exquisite sensation.

I placed my hands on her hips and pushed even further into her. In my mind’s eye I was already seeing her bouncing on top of me. Her breasts jiggling in front of me. I would reach up and kiss and bite them. Increase her pleasure even more. Then I would pull her down, roll on top of her and continue with her underneath. We would keep going until neither of us could hold back anymore and we would come, perhaps even simultaneously.

In reality Ivory started howling as soon is I penetrated her fully. Her body shook and her hips ground into me, once, twice, trice. Then she jumped off of me as quickly as she had jumped on me. She rolled into a shuddering ball beside me on the bed, clasping her crotch and moaning now and then.

“Are you okay?” I said, fearful I had hurt her, but before I could determine if I had or not, I realized someone was straddling me.

Emma had undressed while I penetrated Ivory and now she wanted to join in. I opened my mouth to speak but she hushed me and placed my cock at the opening to her pussy. “I’ve wanted this,” she said, “ever since the first time I saw Lilian and her boyfriends.”

Lilian laughed beside us. “Told you so.”

“I’m fucking him now,” she said, taking me to the root in one firm thrust. “I’m fucking him right now!”

“Go baby,” Lilian mumbled and scooted closer to us, “fuck him hard. Make him cream for you.”

“Not until someone else has creamed,” I said and started fucking Emma with fast, deep strokes. Emma stood paralyzed above me, allowing her pussy to be filled over and over.

She looked down at me. “I want you to fuck me like a man. Throw me down on my back and take me like a man.”

“No problem,” I said and rolled us over. I almost rolled us off the bunk as well and I slid out of her while doing so.

Lilian giggled but Emma struggled to her feet and chased her off the bed. “I need this Lilly.”

“Okay,” Lilian said, but not without a frown. I could see she wanted more than she had already gotten, but I also agreed with Emma that it was her turn.

Emma reclined on the bed and parted her legs. She didn’t have to ask me even once. I was on top of her in no time and back in her hot little pussy even faster. She wrapped her legs and arms around me while I started fucking her slowly but thoroughly.

She was silent at first, an occasional smile telling me she was enjoying what was happening. I increased the speed, but kept it slow and hard enough to make it nice. After a minute she took a shivering breath, moaning as she exhaled.

Lilian squeezed in beside us on the small bunk. Emma draped a leg over her to keep her in place and while Lilian told us how beautiful we were, mumbling softly, Emma leaned closer and kissed her, only once, and only very chastely.

I kept moving and Emma returned her attention to me again.

“You okay?” I said.

“Oh yes baby, this is very nice.”

I pushed deep into her with a slow, powerful thrust. She sighed. When I pulled out again she placed her hands on my lower back and pushed. “That’s the way baby, all the way in, all the way out.”

“You like that?”

“I love feeling your dick filling me!”

I pulled all the way back, only the tip of my cock still in her, and pushed back. Her head rolled back, and a low sob escaped her. We started to move, both lost in the sensation.

“Not bad,” Lilian said.

“Yeah!” Emma said, “not bad.” She was panting and a thin sheen of perspiration was slowly covering her skin.

I pushed into her deep and hard. “How’s that?”

Emma twitched and squirmed. “Oh yes! I can fucking feel that!”

Lilian chuckled. “You little slut.”

Emma groaned and hitched her hips into me.

“You like that?” I said.

“I love your cock in my pussy.”

“Talk dirty,” Lilian said. She was squeezing Emma’s nipples.

“Want that?” I said to Emma.

“Yeah!”

“What? Tell me what you want?”

Emma groaned. “I love it when you talk dirty!”

“Tell me!”

“Fuck my twat!”

“You want me to fuck your twat?”

“Yess!”

“Call her a twat,” Lilian said.

I licked my lips. “Twat!”

Emma groaned. “Oh yesss!”

“Fuck her,” Lilian said, “fuck her hard… grab her hands and hold her down… and…”

I grabbed Emma’s hands, pushed them down above her head and started fucking her hard.

“Oh yesss!” Lilian hissed beside us, and I felt her grabbing my ass. “Fuck her! Fuck the little whore!”

I did as Lilian told me and Emma’s reaction was so strong I felt the pressure building dangerously high. She arched her back, pressing her body against mine, a low hiss escaping her while her pussy started squeezing on my shaft.

“You little cunt!” Lilian said.

“Oh yes!” Emma whined.

I pumped into her hard and deep with such furiousness the casual observer might have thought I was raping the poor girl.

“You worthless little piece of shit!” Lilian hissed from beside us. “Twat! Whore! Cunt!”

Emma sobbed and humped me with ferocity. I could feel her getting insanely slick. “You are getting off on this, you little cunt!”

Emma spasmed and climaxed with a high-pitched scream. I kept moving throughout her orgasm, unsure what to feel or think. I had called her horrible things, so had Lilian. Did she really get off on all that? Was it healthy?

Before I had a chance to ask or apologize Lilian straddled her. “You’ve had your fun,” she said to Emma, “I’ve hardly had mine.” She scooted backwards until she pushed me away from Emma. My shaft slid out of Emma’s still spasming pussy and pressed against Lilian’s hot crotch.

“Please,” she said and ground her butt into me.

She didn’t had to ask twice. I took my pounding cock and caressed it against her slit. She moaned and moved further backwards, making my glans slid through her crack lodging in her opening. She was positively sopping with juices. It was obvious having watched me and Emma had affected her profoundly. I grabbed her wide hips and pulled her to me. Easily sliding into her. Impaling her. Filling her tremendously snug channel. We both moaned.

“Fuck me…. fuck me! Fuck me!” Lilian said, grinding into me.

I started moving, making her whine.

Lilian was still wearing her cornflower blue shirt, and under it her open bra, but I decided it was time she too got naked. With a couple of quick pulls I got the garments away from her and dropped them on the floor by the bunk.

Once the shirt was out of the way I realized just how gorgeous her body was; narrow waist, wide hips and a enough shoulders not to look too lanky, but still not enough to look bulky.

I caressed my hands over her smooth skin just as Emma joined me. She wrapped her hands around her shoulders and pulled her into a passionate kiss that had them both moaning while I grabbed her hips.

“Oh God, Lilian,” Emma said.

I pushed into Lilian’s tight pussy as deep as I could go which was even deeper than before. Her viselike grip made pleasure soar with each move I made. I had to use every ounce of willpower to keep from coming.

I was in purgatory, right between heaven of coming and hell of coming too soon. Lilian, however, did little to help. She started whining and groaning like possessed as soon as I bottomed out in her.

Emma was as little help. She slid a hand down Lilian’s back until her fingers pushed into the crack between her buttocks, and while I watched she pushed a finger to her anus and then buried it to the first knuckle.

Lilian groaned and shivers rippled through her body. I realized she was on the verge of another climax. Perhaps even closer to come than I was.

As sudden as she had started, Emma pulled her hand away from Lilian’s ass and started to scoot away from under us.

“Hold her hard,” she said, and pushed Lilian away from her in order to get up. This in turn had the blond stand on her knees and lean into me. I wrapped my arms around her body, one hand on one of her breasts the other on her crotch.

The new angle didn’t allow the same deep penetration, but it did drive Lilian crazy and as soon as I started to move, she started screaming and squirming.

“Don’t let go of her,” Emma said. “Fuck her! Hold her!”

It was like riding a wild horse. Lilian bucked as if she wanted to push me away, but still she had grabbed my buttocks holding me in place. Just as Emma climbed out of the bunk, Lilian fell down on it. Her butt still in the air, churning into my pounding hips.

I felt the load gathering and everything but Lilian’s hot pussy became secondary.

She screamed and her already tight pussy became a vise. Had it not been for the new juices filling her, I’d been unable to move at all. I knew Lilian was already coming, and with each of my thrusts her screams rose in pitch until she was unable to make any sounds anymore. I still felt the come gathering, and gathering, and I became unable to scream as well. I held her and fucked her, and not even the end of the world would have stopped me.

And then, when I thought my lungs would burn to ashes and my heart explode I finally came. It felt like I unleashed torrents of semen and the moment lasted a glorious eternity.

I am unsure how long it took, or what Lilian or Emma did. All I know about my own actions is that I pressed my cock into Lilian for all I was worth shooting her full of semen that never seemed to stop coming. If I was screaming, whining, talking like a fool, or just fucking her, I have no clue, and I don’t care.

Once I regained my senses enough to make notice of them again, Lilian was still whining with pleasure. Her pussy was still rippling on my cock, over and over. The intervals between clenches slowly increased until they came almost half a minute apart. Each time her pussy squeezed, a shudder passed through her body. Finally Emma wrapped her up in her arms and kissed and caressed her until her pants and whines stopped and she lay comfortably already falling asleep.

I had climbed off the bunk and started looking for my clothes. There certainly was no more desires these two vixens could relieve in me, and even though I regretted to leave them, I felt it was prudent to do so.

Emma grinned at me, wrapped a leg around Lilian’s two and reached for the comforter. I helped her.

“You must think we’re total sluts. huh?” she said.

“Not at all.”

“You don’t even know our names…”

“You’re Emma, she’s Lilian.”

“And you?”

“I’m just lucky.”

“Lucky Luke?”

I chuckled. “By all means.”

Emma smiled. “You helped me achieve something I thought impossible.”

“And what could that be?”

“I licked her pussy, so she owes me, and when she wakes up I’ll collect… and then I’ll volunteer to show her how she can do it even nicer and she’ll end up owing me again. I’m hoping in the end we’ll stop counting and just do it.”

I looked at the swell of one of Lilian’s full breasts, pushed into Emma’s chest. “I bet,” I said.

Later that night, while in the cab on my way home, I wondered if I’d fallen asleep on the park bench or actually fucked two gorgeous women in a boat by the docks.