A Fish Story from Florida

Saturday morning--7:00 a. m.--the boat's all loaded up for a day of fishing out in the Gulf. My friend, Courtney, arrives right on time, and the three of us jump in the Explorer for the 30-minute ride over to Tarpon Springs.

I pull up at the end of the line of boats that are ready to put in at the ramp. My friend and I start our routine--turn the battery switch to on, put the rods and reels into the boat, bait is placed into the live well and the aerator is switched on, coolers are loaded on board--and then we make our way closer to the ramp. Fortunately for us, there are only three boats ahead of us.

Susan announces that she has to go pee and takes off for the public restroom. Courtney and I inch our way closer to the ramp, and finally one opens up. I pull up, Courtney jumps out to direct me down the ramp, and I ease the boat down toward the water. Courtney undoes the strap and takes the safety chain off--then climbs up into the boat, taking his place at the console. He gives me the sign to back up further, and as I do, he lowers the motor and starts the engine. As soon as I see that he has everything under control and has backed the boat off the trailer, I pull the Explorer forward and then hunt for a parking space.

As I see an empty space, I see Susan standing outside of the restroom talking to two guys who look like they might be in their mid-20s. I pull into the parking space and then check to make sure that the Explorer is locked before walking back down to the ramp. As I pass by the restroom, Susan calls out to me and motions me toward her. I casually walk closer to her, and when I get within about five feet of her, she says, "Ken, this is John and Ryan.

John... Ryan... this is my husband, Ken."

I reach out and shake each of the young men's hands and utter a less-than-friendly, "Glad to meet you."

"John and Ryan say they know a really good place to find some keeper grouper, and it's only about 10 miles out."

"Really," I say, "that's great."

"They told me that they have been having some boat problems and can't get out on the water today, so they're willing to show us where their secret spot is if we will take them there for the day," Susan announces.

"Well," I say, "we really didn't have a real plan, but if it's a good spot, it might be worth it. Let me see what Courtney thinks about this."

The four of us walk down to the dock where Courtney has pulled up and tied the boat off.

"Courtney, these guys say they have a good grouper spot that they are willing to show us where it is if we will take them along," I say.

"I don't know if we've got enough beer for two more guys!" Courtney replies.

"We've got our own--we've got everything we need except for a boat," Ryan says.

Courtney comes back with a quick, "Let's do it."

John and Ryan turn and almost run to their pickup truck that is parked in one of the first spaces in the lot, indicating that they have been there for some time. On the trailer is a somewhat decrepit-looking Wellcraft with a very aged Johnson outboard on it. Both guys pull coolers, rods and reels, and buckets out of the back of the pickup and start almost running back toward us. We hurriedly stow all of their gear away on the boat, and Courtney puts the engine in reverse as I untie the lines. Susan makes her way to the front of the boat as I take my place at the helm, and Courtney settles down on the first mate's chair. John and Ryan take seats on the battery box and on the live well as we pull out into the channel and start heading west.

As soon as we have powered up, Ryan taps me on my shoulder and hands me his handheld GPS unit.

"Once you are out in open water, head toward Waypoint #10 on the GPS," he yells above the noise of the engine.

"Gotcha," I reply as he settles back down on his seat.

Ten minutes later, we pass channel marker #1, and I turn the boat slightly to the north, noting that Ryan's GPS says we are nine miles away from our destination if we maintain our current speed. Luckily for us, the Gulf is relatively smooth, and there is little wind to whip up the water. About 20 minutes have passed, and Susan holds up her hand and waves back at us.

"See what she wants," I tell Courtney as I hold our course and speed.

Courtney steps forward to the front of the console and leans over to talk to Susan. He steps back and announces that Susan says she has to pee.

"Christ," I say, "she just went a half hour ago."

I ease back on the throttle and announce to Ryan and John that we are making a pit stop. As soon as I shut the engine down, Susan pops up and says for all of us to turn our heads as she is going to hang it over the side of the boat and pee.

"No peeking," she reminds us as Courtney and I turn toward the rear of the boat, more so that we can make sure John and Ryan aren't looking than to make sure we don't see Susan's naked butt. Several minutes go by.

"What's taking so long?" Courtney yells out. "We are getting tired of looking at the back of John and Ryan's heads."

"You can turn around now," Susan says. "I had to drip dry."

John, who is sitting on the battery box, turns around just as Susan is pulling her shorts and bathing suit up around her waist.

"Nice butt," John says as he stares forward.

"Where?" Ryan asks.

"Oh, I saw Susan's butt as she was pulling up her shorts," John replies.

"Damn, I missed it," Ryan shoots back.

"Just wait, guys, you'll probably get another chance to see it pretty soon--having to stop for Susan to pee is a common occurrence," Courtney says.

I smile to myself, as I know exactly what Courtney is talking about.

I told everyone to take their seats and I powered the boat back up. Another 20 minutes and we were at our fishing spot. I asked Susan to throw out the anchor as we passed over the spot so that we could drift back over it after the anchor was set. John spoke as he passed Courtney, headed towards the front of the boat.

"I'll get the anchor."

Susan had already opened the anchor locker, but stepped back as John bent forward to pull the anchor out.

"Thank you," Susan said. "That's so nice of you."

"It's the least that I could do," John replied. He threw out the anchor and tied it off. The GPS was showing that we were about 15 feet off of the spot. John said that there shouldn't be any problems, because this spot had been very good to him and Ryan. Everyone started rigging up their rods. John and Ryan must have been doing some serious grouper fishing as their gear was much more sturdy than what Courtney and I had brought.

No sooner had Ryan's bait made it to the bottom of the rocky Gulf floor, he raised his rod quickly and yelled, "Fish on."

"Alright!" was Courtney's reply.

Minutes later, Ryan pulled in a nice grouper about 19 inches long.

"Beautiful fish," Susan said as she watched Ryan remove the hook and send the fish back down into the water so that it could grow another couple of inches until he was of legal size.

"Fish on," Courtney yelled as he tugged on his line; another small grouper.

"Fish on!" I shouted as I felt the unmistakable tug of a grouper on the other end of my line.

"Don't let him get back in the rocks," John said as he moved a step or so away from me to give me room to work.

"Fish on," Ryan screamed out. He muscled the fish up without much of a fight only to have the fish shake the hook loose just below the surface of the water.

I fought my fish-foe for about 5--6 minutes before I finally pulled him on board. He measured 191/2 inches--still not big enough to keep, so I tossed him overboard and told him to go get his mommy or daddy.

"I've got one," John said as he pulled back hard on his rod. "This one's going to be a keeper."

Very shortly after that, John pulled in a very nice sized grouper and measured him.

"1 inch over the limit," he said as he smiled. "Beer's on me!"

"Good idea," Courtney said as he reached for the cooler of beer.

John unhooked his fish and started towards the front of the boat.

"Which one's the fish locker?" he said as he looked around at the 3 compartments.

"I'm sitting on it," Susan replied as she stood up and opened the locker for him.

John tossed the grouper on top of the ice and said, "Thank you," to Susan as she closed the lid back down.

Fish bites had tailed off for about 45 minutes when Courtney said, "Well, Susan, you are the only one who hasn't caught a fish so far," as he offered her a beer.

"I know," Susan replied. "But I'm usually the first one to get a fish."

"It will happen," Ryan said. "Just give it a few more minutes."

"Maybe you ought to strip down to your bathing suit and then the fish will start biting for you," Courtney said as he smiled at Susan.

"That's not a bad idea," John said.

"I guess you're right," Susan replied. "It is getting hot out here what with the sun beating down and me being out here with four good-looking fishermen."

With that, Susan placed her rod down in the rod holder and started to wiggle out of her shorts. As her shorts dropped down around her ankles, Susan adjusted the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms, pulling the side strings high up on her hips. She ran her fingers inside of the upside down triangle of fabric that covered her pussy and pulled the fabric out so that she could cover the few wisps of pubic hair that were peeking out of the side of her suit.

"It's a good thing I shaved real close this morning," she said as the fabric snapped back into place, revealing a perfect camel-toe that I'm sure Courtney, Ryan, and John made a mental note of.

Susan bent over to retrieve her shorts and for the first time, I realized that she had on her new T-back suit. Her smooth, firm butt looked mighty inviting as she bent over, giving all four of us guys a good view of her ass. Her pussy mound was tucked neatly between her legs just straining to get loose from the fabric that covered it.

"I'm blind!" Courtney spouted out. "That butt needs some sun on it; it's so white."

"That's why I wore a T-back today," Susan replied, as she neatly folded her shorts and placed them in the dry storage area. "I need to get some sun on my bottom," she said.

"Lucky us," I said as I smiled at Susan.

Four sets of eyes were on Susan as she unbuttoned the shirt that she was wearing. As she pulled the shirt off of her shoulders, she revealed that great set of tits covered with only small, one-inch wide strips of fabric that barely covered her nipples. In fact, most of her right nipple was already in full view as she arched her back and stuck out her chest as her shirt fell from her shoulders.

"Better put that bad boy back in there," I said as Susan held her shirt up in front of her and began to fold it.

"What?" she said, completely unaware that her nipple had slipped out from beneath the fabric.

"Take a look," I explained as I pointed at her chest.

She looked down at her tits and said, "Shoot, I guess I shouldn't have worn this top today, huh?"

"Hey, no problem!" John exclaimed as he continued to stare at Susan's beautiful nipple peeking out from beneath her suit.

Susan took her time and continued to fold her shirt up neatly and place it on top of her shorts in the dry storage area and closed the lid. Surprisingly, she then turned towards the four of us and very carefully, deliberately pulled the fabric over her right nipple. Then, she lifted the small triangle of fabric that covered her left nipple and rearranged it so that it was strategically covering her left nipple.

"How's that, guys?" Susan asked as she twisted first to the left and then to the right to show all of us that both of her tits were now adequately covered.

"I think we all liked it better the other way!" John said.

"Oh, yeah," we all chimed in. "Much better the other way."

"Dream on," Susan said as she started to take her rod out of the rod holder.

Everybody, having witnessed Susan's display of skin and nipple, went back to fishing again. It wasn't long before all hell broke loose. Courtney, Ryan, and myself each hooked into some very decent sized grouper. John and Susan each encouraged us with "Way to go!" and "Awesome!" immediately before Susan's rod nearly bent over double and she braced herself for what looked like it was going to be the fight of the day.

"Help!" Susan called out. "I don't think I can reel this one in -- it's too big!"

"Just hang on and keep the pressure on him," John shouted to Susan. "Just don't let him get in the rocks and you can pull him in," he said.

"It's too big!" Susan shouted out. "Somebody help me or I'm going to lose him!"

"Hang on," John told Susan as he moved from the rear of the boat towards Susan who was standing on the front of the boat on the left side.

Ryan, Courtney and I managed to pull our fish in the boat. Courtney's fish was the biggest, measuring exactly 22 inches. Ryan and I tossed our catches back over the side. Courtney edged towards the front of the boat and opened the fish locker, placing his catch on top of the one that John had caught earlier. We placed our rods in the rod holders and moved closer to the console so that we could see Susan fight whatever it was that she had on the other end of her line. John was standing right behind Susan and was encouraging her to keep constant pressure on the line and to try and take every inch of line that the fish would give back to her.

"Pull hard!" he commanded her.

She pulled back on the rod and started reeling as soon as she got to the end of her reach.

"That's it!" John shouted. "Don't give him anything!"

Susan continued the fight -- beads of sweat started to roll off her face and they built up quickly on her shoulders before rolling down her tensed up arms and back.

"I need some help!" she yelled out again.

John moved closer to her and placed his hands around her waist to help steady her.

"Just keep it up! You're winning the battle!" he told her.

"My arms are aching... please help me!" she cried out.

John moved closer behind Susan and placed his arms around her and then placed his hands on the rod.

"Keep your left hand on the rod and keep your right hand on the reel," he said. "I'm just going to help you keep a tight line -- the rest you are going to have to do yourself," John said in calm words of encouragement.

Susan pulled hard again, lifting the rod higher in the air. As she bent over to start reeling again, she lost her balance and clumsily crashed into John, pressing her butt into his groin area as she tried to recover. John, trying to steady himself and keep Susan from falling in the boat, or even worse, falling overboard, instinctively moved his hands from Susan's rod and gripped her around her waist. In those few awkward seconds, John's arms scraped across Susan's chest and in doing so he had managed to move both triangular shaped pieces of fabric that covered her nipples.

Susan, completely oblivious to this change in her attire, continued to turn the crank of the reel furiously; John's forearms continued to grip Susan's upper torso, pushing her tits upwards, which caused her bathing suit top to become dislodged even more. Her nipples are usually very noticeable even when all things are normal, but for some reason -- be it the fact that a strange guy had his arms around her waist and was obviously touching her breasts with his forearms or the fact that she had a monstrous fish on the other end of her fishing line, her nipples appeared to have more than doubled in size. Courtney, Ryan and I moved around on the boat so that we could get a better glimpse of the action. About this time, it was very apparent that John was beginning to get a hard on -- his shorts began to bulge and we could all see that he "hung to the left" since his dick had lifted the leg of his shorts up to the point where the head of his dick was poking out from beneath his shorts.

"What are you doing back there?" Susan asked as she felt the hardness of John's dick brush against her left butt cheek.

"Sorry," was John's only reply.

He continued to wrap his arms around her, clasping his hands together to steady her, but I suspect he was doing it more so to keep feeling her almost naked butt grind against his crotch and to get a feel of her tits as his forearms pressed against them making them swell upwards.

Courtney chimed in, "Nice tits, Susan!" as she continued to fight the fish down below.

John eventually released his grip on Susan and stepped slightly away from her and as he did so, he ran his right hand down inside of his shorts and straightened out his dick so that it was a lot less noticeable than before. The four of us continued to watch Susan as she stood there on the front deck of the boat, tits hanging out of her bathing suit top, knees slightly bent to cushion the shock of any errant waves that might hit the boat, the rod tip still bent over almost touching the water, her arms tense, sweat streaming down her forehead.

"I need some water, please!" she shouted out.

Ryan was standing closest to her and he reached into the cooler that was just in front of him and pulled out a bottle of Dasani water. He uncapped it and moved towards Susan.

"Just give me a drink and then pour the rest of it over my shoulders, please," she said as he lifted the bottle to her mouth.

Susan opened her mouth to take a sip of water and just at that time, her fish made a run for it. Ryan bopped her in the face with the plastic bottle of water pouring half of it on her face where it dripped down over her tits as Susan stood up to put more pressure on the rod and to try and muscle the fish back closer to the surface.

"Oooh, that was cold!" Susan said.

We all knew that because her nipples seemed to get bigger again when doused with the cold water.

"Looks good from here," I commented as I continued to stare at my wife, halfway naked in front of three other guys, two of which she had only known for less than an hour.

Ryan finally was able to get the water bottle in a position where Susan could take a sip of water. Twenty minutes later, Susan finally managed to hoist the fish to the surface of the water. Courtney netted the fish which measured 27 inches. Susan sat (almost fell down) on the padded cover of the fish locker, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. She wiped her face with a towel that I had thrown to her and Ryan handed her the remainder of the bottle of water that he had poured on her earlier. Her chest was heaving and she seemed like she was a little disoriented.

"Wow," she said, "that was some experience."

I moved in front of her and motioned to her bathing suit top, thinking that she might want to cover up.

"Hell, everybody here has seen what I've got -- there's no sense in trying to hide them now," she said as she leaned back and smiled.

I bent over and kissed her forehead and then said, "Its beer-thirty!"

"I think I'll have one of those, myself," said Susan.

Now Susan hardly ever drinks beer, but she guzzled that first one down like there was no tomorrow and then she surprised me by stating that she wanted another. I handed her another Coors Light and she downed that one just as quickly as the first one.

"Let me see that fish," Susan blurted out as she attempted to stand. Obviously her legs had taken quite a beating while fighting that fish and she was just a little unsteady. Courtney held up the fish so Susan could see it.

"I want some pictures of me and my fish," Susan said as she stumbled to the back of the boat, both breasts still bouncing as she walked. "I guess I'd better take this off first, huh?" she said as she reached behind her back and undid the tiny straps that held her bathing suit top around her chest, even though it had long ceased to cover her breasts. She reached up with her left hand and pulled the end of the bow that held the suit around her neck, letting it drop to her feet.

Courtney started to hand the fish to Susan, when Susan stated, "I can't hold this by myself and since John helped me bring this monster in, I think he should be in the picture with me."

There stood Susan, doing the best she could to hoist the fish up off of the deck of the boat, tits standing almost straight out and nipples standing even straighter out. John moved towards Susan and helped lift the fish up for the picture as he stood beside her to the left. I noticed that he still had a semi-hard on, that he was trying to hide, so I asked him to move the fish more to his right so that I could get the evidence on film.

"Ok, 1,2,3," I said as I aimed and snapped the picture. "Susan, can you move the fish a little to the left now? I'm afraid I missed some of the best parts of the shot on that first one," alluding to the fact that I could not see both of her tits in the first shot.

"Sure, how's this?" she asked as she arched her back and stuck her tits out proudly.

"Perfect!" I shouted.

Two more shots and picture time was over. I did get one good shot of John staring right at Susan's chest as they talked about landing the fish.

We had to convert one of the dry storage areas into a temporary fish locker because Susan's fish was too big to fit in the regular locker. We covered the fish with ice and everyone took a break. Susan broke open another beer and blurted out a Courtney-ism before chugging the entire contents of the can.

"Yessir, it's a beautiful day."

"Oh, God, now I've got to pee again," she said as she felt the cool liquid run down her throat and into her belly. "This time, you boys don't have to turn your heads," Susan said as she smiled and began to tug the bottoms of her bathing suit down around her waist. "Let's do some naked fishing for the rest of the day!" she stated as she held a finger to her forehead like she had just had a brainstorm.

"Holy shit," I thought to myself. As many times as I had asked her to go naked on the boat, here she was with almost total strangers on board and she wanted to get naked.

She let her T-back bottoms drop around her ankles and lifted first her left foot and then right foot through the leg hole before stepping out onto the pee-board. She didn't hesitate as she did a perfect, graceful dive into the cool blue-green water. Courtney was not far behind as he stripped down to nothing and dove right in after Susan. John and Ryan looked at each other and began to remove their shorts. Ryan still had his shirt on and ripped a button off of it trying to get the shirt off of his chest. Both Ryan and John dove in, leaving me alone in the boat... but alone with the camera. I could feel myself getting a hard on, just thinking about my wife out there in the water with 3 naked guys. I shot a few pictures whenever I could get all 4 of them closer together and whenever I could see Susan's tits pop up out of the water.

John playfully pushed Susan's head under water when she made a funny remark about him trying to spear her when she was trying to land her fish.

"I'll get you for that!" she yelled as she dove back under the water and swam towards him.

I could see Susan reach out between John's legs and grab hold of his dick as she came up behind him.

"Ooooh, that feels nice," she said while using her free hand to wipe a sheet of water from her face. "Let me see what Ryan has," Susan said as she swam closer to Ryan who was trying to swim away from her.

She caught up with him very quickly and climbed up on his back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and I could see that she was reaching down between his legs with her right hand as she held onto his neck with her left hand.

"Whoa, what do you have there, big boy?" Susan asked while a large smile came across her face. "You must be planning on catching some big fish with that thing!" she said coyly.

"Hopefully not as big as the one you caught a while ago," Ryan piped up and said.

"Anybody hungry?" Susan asked as she released her grip on Ryan's dick and swam back to the boat.

All 3 guys quickly followed after her. Susan quickly climbed up the ladder and stood atop the pee-board and asked me to throw her a towel.

"One second," I said, as I snapped a full-length shot of her, dripping wet and looking beautiful as ever.

"Wait, take one of me and the boys," she said, halfway turning towards the 3 of them, motioning them to grab onto the ladder.

Susan stepped down to the second step of the ladder and told the guys to get as close as they could to her so I could take another picture. Ryan grabbed the left side of the ladder and placed his right arm around Susan's waist. John grabbed the right side of the ladder and placed his left arm around Susan's waist as Susan leaned back supported by both of their arms.

"There's no place for Courtney," Susan explained. "No wait, there is a place for him. Courtney, come up between my legs -- duck your head under my legs and come up right between them."

Courtney ducked down as Susan lifted her left leg up, but instead of coming up facing me, he turned himself around so that his mouth was right at Susan's pussy level.

"That's great!" she exclaimed. "Take a couple like that," she said to me.

After a couple of shots, Courtney turned around to face me -- I could tell that if he had not already stuck his tongue up Susan's pussy, he had at least been kissing it.

"Wait a second," Susan said. "I need something to hold onto, so I don't fall back in the water."

She immediately relaxed her grip on both edges of the ladder and sank back into the arms of John and Ryan. She reached down and grabbed each one's dick and began to stroke them simultaneously.

"Now I've got something to hold on to," she said as she smiled at me and gave me a wink.

More shots were taken and by this time all 3 of the guys had raging hard-ons. Courtney climbed up the ladder first, stroking his cock as he stepped back into the boat. Ryan released his arm from around Susan's waist and pulled himself up the ladder. He, too, was sporting a huge, and I do mean huge hard on. Susan and John just hung on the ladder for several more seconds as we all watched Susan continue to stroke John's cock while he had slipped his hand underneath her, plunging 2 fingers inside of her pussy. Susan leaned her head over on his chest and gave him a quick kiss as he continued to explore her pussy.

"Oooh, I can see that we'll have to finish this in a little while," she said as she released her grip on his cock and pulled herself up the ladder.

John withdrew his fingers as she reached the top step and Susan shuddered as she felt them slip from her warm, wet pussy.

"I'm starved," she said as she reached for the cooler that contained our lunch.

"You must be," I said to her with a smile, while looking at the display screen on my camera showing Susan with one guy munching on her pussy and her holding 2 other guys' cocks.

After downing some sandwiches, chips, and more beer we decided to move to another spot. John pulled up the anchor while Courtney tidied up the boat, stowing away anything that might be a problem during our move to the new spot. Everyone except for me (the Captain) was naked as jay-birds. Susan sat on the battery box facing Ryan who was sitting on the live-well. Susan leaned back on her elbows and shook her head to get some of the water off her hair. Her tits moved back and forth and when I glanced down at Ryan, I could tell that she was having a positive effect on him -- his cock started to surge upwards towards his belly and he made a feeble attempt to cover it up. Susan also noticed the effect she was having on Ryan and she quickly spread her legs wider than necessary to give Ryan a much better look at her glistening pussy. She demurely closed her legs together and lifted herself off of her elbows. She stood and announced that she wanted to go to the front of the boat so she could lay down and get some sun while we were under way. She asked me if it would be okay if Ryan could put some sun screen on her back before we got underway.

I knew at that moment what was going to happen. I had seen this played out before and I sure as hell wasn't going to put an end to it this time. I turned to Ryan and smiled as I said, "Just be gentle, that's all I ask."

With that, Ryan and Susan moved toward the front of the boat. John, Courtney and I pressed close to the center console so that we could see anything that might happen between Ryan and Susan. At this point, I tugged at my cock a couple of times. As I glanced over at John and Courtney, I could see that both of them had begun to get hard; anticipating that they were going to see a sex show at the front of the boat pretty soon. I let the boat drift with the wind as Susan and Ryan settled themselves atop the two compartments that held fish in one and life preservers in the other. Susan had spread out a beach towel and after smoothing it out, she lay down on her stomach, head toward the bow with her butt proudly displayed for all of us to see. She handed Ryan a bottle of sun screen and asked if he'd "do" her shoulders.

Ryan moved towards her and kneeled down close to her side. He shook the bottle of sun screen; opened it; and poured a large glob of the white lotion across the top of Susan's shoulders. Almost immediately, Susan's legs parted, giving the three of us a full shot of her pussy. As Ryan rubbed lotion on Susan's lower back, she began to move her hips, almost grinding her pussy into the towel that was beneath her.

"OK, that's enough!" Susan said loudly.

I was disappointed that she was putting a stop to what looked like it was going to be a great sex show. Ryan was as surprised as the rest of us and he pulled his hands from her back, leaving a layer of still unused sun screen behind.

"God!" Susan said. "I can't lay here and let you rub my back any longer. With those hands of yours so close to my pussy and that cock of yours hanging right by my body -- a back rub is just not going to do it."

With that, Susan rolled over on her side and with her right hand, she grabbed Ryan's cock and stroked it up and down several times. He started to grow in length and girth as Susan continued her motions. Susan completed her rollover and lay flat on her back. Here was my wife -- naked on our boat -- stroking some stranger's cock with three other guys watching her every action. Susan's left hand moved down to her pussy and she spread her legs and plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy in one quick motion. She tugged on Ryan's cock, almost causing him to fall off balance.

"Put that big dick of yours in me right now!" she screamed.

Ryan glanced up at me and obliged her as quickly as he could - he plunged his erect cock deep inside of her and began pumping as fast and as hard as he could.

"Give it to me... do it... put that cock as far inside of me as you can!" Susan said.

Her hips starting coming off of the deck as she tried to make sure that Ryan was sinking his dick in her as far as it would go. He met her stroke for stroke and moments later Susan raised her back up off of the deck, wrapped her arms around his neck and yelled, "Oh, God.... give it to me good... I'm cumming now!"

Ryan pumped his dick in her only a couple more times before they both tensed up and we all witnessed the two of them cumming together. Susan held her grip around Ryan's neck and he did his best to support the two of them with both of his arms on either side of Susan, but the sexual tension, the release of his cum inside of her pussy and the excitement of Susan cumming at the very same time was too much for him and he collapsed down on top of Susan's heaving chest.

"My poor baby," Susan said as she ran her hands up and down Ryan's back while she continued to grind her pussy against his cock.

"Easy," Ryan said as she pushed her pussy harder against him. "I'm not used to that much movement."

"Me neither," Susan said as she gave him a kiss on his forehead.

Courtney leaned closer to me and said, "That didn't sound very good, now did it?"

"It is what it is," I said back to him.

"I'm just playing with you, man, you know that," he replied.

"Now that didn't sound very good, either, now did it, Courtney?" Susan said as she looked at the two of us and smiled.

"How would you like to have your cock sucked, Courtney?" asked Susan, Ryan's dick still firmly implanted in her pussy.

"I'm up for that!" Courtney blurted out as he began to tug on his dick as he made his way toward the front of the boat where Susan and Ryan were.

Ryan eased himself up off of Susan's body which was now glistening from sweat. Drops of his cum mixed with hers landed on her pubic area.

"Next!" Susan exclaimed. "I'm ready for another load."

Courtney took his place in front of Susan as she sat up straight and reached out with her left hand and grabbed his cock. She pulled the skin of his cock back just a little and then leaned forward to take it in her mouth. Immediately, it sank deep into the depths of her waiting mouth and she sucked feverishly on his cock. She moved her head back and forth in rhythm with Courtney's bucking movements. She wrapped her right arm around Courtney's waist and placed her hand firmly between the cheeks of his ass and then proceeded to run her middle finger into his asshole. Courtney bent down slightly to give her better access to his asshole and she eagerly plunged her finger deeper into the darkness of his butthole. He continued to fuck her mouth or I guess you could say she continued to suck his dick for the next 5 minutes.

"Hey, Courtney, turn around this way so we can all see her sucking your dick," I shouted up to him.

Almost in perfect timing, Susan shifted her position on the deck and Courtney turned toward us so that we had a great view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Susan dropped her right hand and started fondling Courtney's balls and at the same time, she started stroking his cock very fast with her left hand. Courtney leaned back and savored the moment. Susan worked her magic on his cock and after just a few more quick thrusts into her mouth, he stepped slightly back and let her have a full load of cum right between her eyes.

"More, more, give me more!" she said as licked her lips and directed some of his dripping cum down into her waiting mouth.

Several more spurts of cum emitted from his hard cock, each one falling woefully short of her waiting mouth.

"Is that all you have, Courtney?" she asked.

"Yep, you've drained me," he replied. "You're gonna have to find someone else if you need more!"

"I can do that," she replied.

"John, why don't you and Ken come on up here with me and let Ryan and Courtney take a rest?" Susan said as she motioned us forward.

"I'll pass for now if you don't mind, but I'll definitely take you up on it in a little while," I replied.

"Wimp!" she said as she smiled and began to stand up.

It was great to see her... her body glistening in sweat, small drops of cum on her face and belly from her two previous encounters with Ryan and Courtney.

"How about you, John, are you up for some fun?" Susan asked as she rubbed her hands across her nipples.

"I'd better wait a little while, too, if you don't mind," John said as he gazed on Susan's naked body.

"I guess that's ok, for now," she said. "But you're gonna have to do me at least once more before we go in."

"Enough already," I said to Susan. "Let's all give it a rest and try to enjoy the rest of the day."

We proceeded to the next set of coordinates that Ryan had given me and we anchored about 50 - 60 yards from another boat that seemed to be doing well with bottom fishing for grouper, except they kept getting hung up on the rocks. We all remained naked and the other three guys baited some hooks and dropped them down into the water.

"55 feet," I announced as I looked at the depth gauge.

"Should be some good ones here," John said as he felt a tug on his line. "Only thing is... you gotta be fast," he said, as he bent forward and then quickly leaned back and started reeling in his line.

"Fish on!" John shouted.

It's a good thing because for the next 45 minutes, that was the only fish that even hit at our bait. John reeled in a keeper grouper and Ryan helped him put him in the fish box.

"Nice one," Courtney said as he closed the lid to the fish box.

"Hey, guys, this other boat is headed over towards us... think we ought to get dressed?" I asked.

"I'm not getting dressed," Susan said as she moved towards the bow of the boat and stood on the deck. "They can see all of me that they want to see, I'm not getting dressed until we get back to the marina," she commented as she stood upright and placed both hands on her hips.

"Damn good looking mast head we have up there, huh, Guys?" I said as I looked at how beautiful she was.

The other boat came closer to us and we really thought at one point they were going to run right over us, but they changed direction and began to circle closer and closer. We could see that there were 6 big black guys on the boat. When they got within 10 - 15 feet of our boat, one of the younger black guys dropped his shorts and started playing with his dick, shaking it in Susan's direction. We could all see that his cock was getting bigger the more he man-handled it and then he started stroking it back and forth. The other guys were laughing at him and two more dropped their drawers and started playing with their cocks, too.

"I don't like the looks of this," I told our group. "Courtney, pull up the anchor and let's get the hell out of here."

The occupants of the other boat started yelling stuff to us and when that happened, I really got worried.

"Alright, everybody take a seat and hold on... we are going to make a hasty exit out of here," I said as I pushed the throttle forward as far as it would go, all 5 of us still naked as jay birds.

The other boat made a short run at us, but soon backed off and headed off in another direction.

"Sorry, Guys," I said. "Twenty some miles out here and having to deal with those guys was not my idea of fun."

"Not a problem," John replied.

"Probably for the best," Courtney responded.

"We should probably head back in anyway... I mean we've got plenty of grouper and all in all, it's been a damn good day, don't you think?" I asked the group as we sped toward the marina.

"Oh, yeah, one hell of a day," Susan chimed in.

Forty-five minutes into the trip back to the marina, Susan turned to me and said, "Sorry, but I've got to pee again, so could you stop for just a few minutes?"

"Sure," I replied. "We could probably all take a little piss right about now."

I eased back on the throttle, placed the motor in neutral and shut it down.

"Last one in is a rotten egg," Susan said as she dove overboard.

I moved to the port side and started to pee... Susan swam directly in front of me and said, "Bet you can't hit me!"

Try as I could, I couldn't get a stream far enough out there to piss on her. The other guys stood beside me and the only one that came close to peeing on her was John.

"God you guys are wimps," Susan said as she made her way to the ladder, pulling herself up halfway before spreading her legs as she paused to pee.

All three of us guys had a great view of her piss running out of her... she finished and then dipped her bottom back down into the water to rinse off. Courtney helped her up the ladder and then back into the boat. Ryan offered her a towel, but she said that the water was refreshing and she was just going to air dry. We all grabbed something to drink and I cranked up the engine once more. As I moved the throttle forward, Susan looked at me and said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Well, you and John have some work to do before we get back to the dock, or did you forget about that?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by that," I said.

Susan moved close to me and whispered in my ear, "You and John have to fuck me once before we get back."

"Oh, that?" I said with a smile on my face. "I guess we can do that."

Susan grabbed me by my left hand and started pulling me towards the front of the boat.

"Come on, John," she said as she motioned him forward. "Courtney, take us home slowly and in the smoothest water you can find, okay?" she said.

Courtney took his place at the helm and eased the boat into gear.

"If I go too fast, let me know," he shouted up to the three of us.

Susan took her place on the deck facing to the port side.

"Ken, you kneel down in front of me and John, you kneel down in back of me," Susan instructed.

When we had gotten ourselves positioned, Susan leaned forward and gave me a huge kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered.

She leaned back and reached between her legs, grabbing for John's cock which we could all see was starting to respond to the situation. She tugged on his cock several times making sure that it was at its full length and then she aimed it right at her pussy before telling John to "Do me now!"

John plunged his hard cock into her pussy and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Susan braced herself with her left hand and reached out for my cock with her right hand. Knowing that I was already as hard as I was going to get, she bent forward and keeping in perfect rhythm, she began to let me fuck her mouth while John was having his way with her pussy which was now making beautiful slurping noises as his cock moved back and forth, in and out of her wet pussy. She kept on sucking on my dick, eventually letting go of it with her right hand and reaching back between her legs to knead John's balls.

"Oooh, they feel like they are just about ready to explode," she said as she lifted her mouth from the head of my cock and looked up at me and smiled.

The gentle rush of the water against the bow of the boat, the up and down motion of Susan's mouth on my cock, the vision of John pounding his dick into my wife's cunt was more than I could take and I shot my load on Susan's throat before she could place her mouth back over my cock. Susan completely abandoned my cock and started concentrating solely on the pounding she was getting from John.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder, John!" she shouted out.

And he did... I immediately thought that she was going to ruin her knees as they scraped back and forth across the towel covered deck. That didn't seem to enter into her mind as John kept entering her pussy, time and time again. I reached up and pulled her head down into my lap, not wanting her to suck me again, but rather, wanting to see John's face as he pounded her over and over again. I looked up at Courtney and Ryan and they both had semi-hard-ons and they were both tugging on them with somewhat reserved motions. Courtney still had one hand on the wheel, but I'm fairly certain he wasn't staying on course. I continued to hold Susan's head down in my lap as I watched her with great fascination getting what could have been the screwing of her life. John kept at it for another good 5 minutes before he rammed his cock in her pussy one last time and shot his hot load into her.

"Oooooooooooh, God that felt so good," I heard Susan say even though I was still pressing down on her back.

I saw John finally open his eyes and he reached up and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He reached down and grabbed his cock, finally retreating from her wet pussy before collapsing against the side rail.

"Oh, shit!" he said. "That was awesome!"

And so it was.... we cleaned ourselves up as best that we could and continued on our way towards the marina. Susan remained naked right up until we saw the marina before she pulled on some loose fitting shorts and a tank top. Almost in silence, we loaded the boat on the trailer and I pulled forward to the parking area. We put all of the grouper in our large cooler and I told John and Ryan that they could have their choice of the fish to take home.

"No way, man," Ryan said. "You guys deserve all of those fish and more. You probably would have done better without us, anyway."

"I don't think so," Susan said as she moved towards John and gave him a sweet little kiss directly on his lips before doing the same to Ryan.

We parted ways, I dropped Courtney off at his house and then headed home.

"God it was going to be good to get home," I thought as I placed my right hand between Susan's legs and felt that her shorts were still dripping wet from her pussy juices.