Lake Pleasant Gangbang

It was a gorgeous day for an outing. We set out from the marina at about 7:00 a.m., and in less than a 1/2 hour, the marina was no more than a barely visible memory to our stern side. Scott had purchased the boat only two years ago, and was still learning the finer points of boating, but his boating classes had been more than enough to allow us to enjoy our days on the water. I particularly enjoy the time out, because as soon as we are out of sight of land, I get completely naked. Well, not completely. I keep my deck shoes on when I'm upright (which isn't much) because I'd taken a scary spill over the side once before, slipping barefoot on wet fiberglass. I'm sure it's pretty funny looking, but I love having the freedom to ride around Lake Pleasant without any clothes at all, so I do, strutting around in nothing but my Topsiders, which I also remove when I get to the foredeck to sunbathe nude.

Scott certainly doesn't seem to mind. The water makes us both horny as hell, and we often throw out the anchor, and screw somewhere on deck. Between the water, the sun, and my brazen nudity, he's usually good for three or four rounds in day-long cruise! Lately, we'd taken to bringing along one or two of my fuck-buddies from time to time. The boat is a lot easier to cruise with three or four to crew her, and he's always enjoyed watching me fuck other men. Today, however, it was Scott and me, and we were both looking forward to enjoying each other. As the strips of land drifted away behind us, I went below to remove my shorts and T-shirt. I grabbed the exercise mat from its place beneath the starboard cargo hold and dragged it back out with me, clopping along to the foredeck in only my well-worn deck shoes.

"Jesus, you have a cute ass!" Scott called after me.

I turned and called back, "I know! Why don't you come show me how much you like it?"

"Just a little longer, honey. Let me get us a little further out. You get a little sun!"

I traveled the rest of the way forward, and spread out the foam pad that I used to cushion the hard surface of the deck. It bore the signs of many a sweaty day in the sun, and a number of sexual adventures. The sun and air tended to bleach it all out over time, but not everything. I smiled inwardly as I remembered a particularly satisfying threesome that had produced a noticeable stain. I placed my beach towel over it to absorb the baby oil I would rub on my tanned body.

Kicking off my shoes, I lay down and coated myself with baby oil. Being blonde and olive skinned, I had managed to achieve a killer tan this summer, and one without much in the way of tan lines. If you look closely, you can see the shadows of a tiny bikini that I keep below for those days when the water seems a bit crowded or children are around, and I don't feel comfortable being totally nude, but you won't see them unless you look for them. Being not-exactly-thin, my bikini serves to make me decent, covering aureoles and pubic triangle. But as it barely covers a third of my breasts and less of my

behind, it also serves to tease, I think. Scott says it's amazing the way I can put on the suit and look more naked than I do without it.

Today, however, was not a day for the bikini. Not another boat within sight anywhere. I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. The steady breeze and 1/2 foot waves lulled me into a gentle sleep as the sun warmed my skin, expecting to be awakened shortly by Scott's hands or his lips on my

breasts. Instead, I woke a few minutes later to the shift of the boat's trim as Scott turned the boat to starboard.

"What's up, baby?" I asked.

"Look, over there, it looks like somebody's in trouble, better help them. Sorry babe. Another day, huh?"

I nodded agreement, disappointed, but knowing that we needed to respond if there was trouble. One of those law of the water things...

"Guess I'd better put something on, huh?" I teased Scott, wiggling my butt at him as I disappeared below.

I decided that the bikini would just have to do. I wasn't going to blow all this great sun. I pulled on the bottoms, a tiny white triangle in front and a slightly larger one behind, joined at the sides by strings that I wore low on my hips, sort of 70's style. I adjusted one of the side ties, tightening it a little, and pulled the bikini top over my head, positioning the small white patches of fabric over my nipples before tying the strings loosely behind my back.

"You gonna wear that?" Scott asked as I emerged from the cabin. "Who knows who we'll run into out here..."

"I don't care. This is our fun time, and I like being seen in this. You don't mind, do you?"

Scott grinned and shook his head, looking ahead. We could now see a power boat floating ahead of us. It appeared to be dead in the water. As we drew closer, Scott relaxed more and more on the throttle, trying to slow the boat. Approaching the boat, we found four scared and rather young boaters. Seems they'd skipped summer school at Glendale Community College and taken one of the boys' father's boat out for a joy ride. Not knowing a great deal about the boat, they'd managed to burn up the outboard, and then in the process of putting out the fire, they thought they'd killed the electrical system, because they couldn't get anything to work.

Leaving me to tend our boat, Scott jumped over to theirs to see what he could do. They became even more sheepish when Scott flipped a couple of switches and nothing happened. Climbing back to our boat, Scott had them throw two lines, so that we wouldn't drift apart. I got out the bumper-buoys as Scott and the boys drew the boats together. Scott invited them aboard, and we all sat around talking. Scott allowed the boy whose father owned the boat to use his cellular phone to call his dad and tell him where we were, what was up, and that everyone was all right. It was clear that he was in a lot of trouble as he ended the conversation, but at least his folks wouldn't worry.

We opened the cooler and pulled out beers for all as we sat in the increasingly hot sun. There wasn't a lot to eat on board, only some crackers and cheese and a few pieces of fruit, but we shared that too. The boys were all freshmen, taking classes that were supposed to be preparation for their first semester. They had skipped Friday's class to enjoy a three-day weekend. All four were ball players,

and all were muscular 18-19 year olds. Their names, I learned were Terry, Stephen, Roger, and Mike. I made no attempt to be particularly modest around them, and from time to time I saw one or the other of them staring at me, or exchanging "Oh, wow" glances with a friend as I moved around the boat in my tiny white bikini. Scott saw it too, and we exchanged smiles a few times. I thought that the boys weren't bad to look at either. They had ball player's' builds, broad shoulders that tapered to narrow waists, hard, flat stomachs and firm, small butts. Too bad they were so young...

Scott opened another round of beers for the boys and asked me for some help forward. I followed him, aware of four pairs of eyes boring into my backside. I walked as sexily as I could, clopping around in deck shoes...

Reaching the foredeck, I asked, "What's up, babe?"

"You want these guys?"

"No Scott, they're just boys! I'm old enough to be there mother!"

"Yeah, but I saw you looking them over, and they're legally young men. Besides, I remember when I was eighteen, I could get it up three, four times in a row. Could be fun?"

His eyes twinkled as I cast a glance back at the boys, who looked quickly away from us. "See?" continued Scott, "They're hot for you, and it's going be hours before the father drives here. Why not?"

It had been five or six months since my little escapade with the guys at the hot-springs. I'd enjoyed that a lot, and here we were, stuck for several hours with four horny young men. Why not indeed! I looked back at Scott and smiled my consent.

"But only if I can have you too!" I added.

"Are you kidding? Of course you get me too! No way around it!"

He gave my ass a pat and a pinch as we returned to the aft portion of the boat, making sure our young audience got a peek. I wasn't sure who was supposed to say what, but Scott took care of

that.

"So, boys, you all like girls?"

They looked at one another, a little confused, but nodded and said, yes, they all liked girls.

"Thought so! You like the way my wife looks in her tiny bikini? She's pretty hot, isn't she?"

Another round of confused glances. One or two looked at me to see what I thought of all this. I just smiled back. Finally, they all agreed that I was pretty hot. Not the sort of response that builds your self-confidence, but they seemed very nervous.

"Well, you see, I'm asking, because Donna here loves to fuck, sometimes several guys at a time. And she likes you, thinks you're pretty hot too. So, you want to fuck?" He was met with stone silence.

"Really!" I chimed in. "No strings, no demands, just a fun way to spend a few hours while we wait.

When your parents come, you go your way, we go ours, and that's it. What do you think?"

After another moment's hesitation, one of the boys, the one named Terry, looked right at me and said, "Okay, sure, why not?"

I stood as I said, "Good! Now, how about helping me get this off?" I beckoned for him to draw closer.

"Untie this one behind my neck."

He leaned closer to reach behind my neck, and his chest brushed my breasts. I ran my hands down his sides, tracing the rippling muscles. He continued to fumble as his friends looked on and I dragged

my nails gently across his flat belly and began to toy with the waistband of his baggy swimsuit. He giggled! He succeeded in untying the simple bow at last, and the top of my suit fell to my waist, exposing my full 36 DD breasts. I guided his hands to them, and drew his head down until his lips locked onto one large soft nipple. As his friends looked on, I pulled him against my chest with one hand, untying the remainder of the top with the other. Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, he left the first nipple erect and hard. Tiny thrills ran from my breasts right to my toes as his lips continued to pleasure them. Pulling him upright, I drew him to me and kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with my tongue as I slipped my hand between us and searched for the fleshy tube I so desired. I found what I'd expected through the thin nylon fabric, a firm, semi-erect cock which I squeezed and rubbed gently. His hands found my ass, and slipped beneath the useless triangle of white to fondle my ass cheeks.

I slid both my hands beneath the elastic waist of his suit, and began tugging, anxious to plant an equally passionate kiss on his rapidly growing cock. I bent down, and finally knelt in front of him to pull down the baggy shorts. As I did, he popped free, bouncing at half-staff until I'd tugged the swimsuit all the way to the deck. Straightening, I took Terry's hot cock as far into my mouth as I could, and pulled it out. I licked the underside, down to the base, down to the thick, dark, curly hair that covered his scrotum. Then stroking the wet shaft with my hand, I nuzzled and kissed his balls. At first, the others maintained what was either a respectable or a shocked silence. As I moved my mouth back to Terry's swollen cockhead, my audience began to erupt.

"Oh, man, look at that!" one boy said to another.

"Man, this is seriously hot!" said the third.

I looked around at the boys, whose eyes were wide with amazement. Their hands were all in their laps, rubbing their own cocks intently. Scott smiled and winked when I caught his eye. Terry wasn't far from cumming, I sensed, so I stood back up and kissed him again before asking, "You ready to put that someplace warm and wet?"

He nodded. I said, "Well, you'd better get these off."

I pointed toward my crotch. Terry bent to untie the bikini bottoms. As he did, he kissed my belly and ran a hand between my legs to the soft mound there. Grasping the flimsy fabric, he pulled it away, and it fell to the deck. I had my fingers in his hair as his lips traveled northward across my breasts and his fingers played in the soft folds of my wet labia. I stood before them all, now completely naked. I smiled at the boys as I turned my back to Terry and bent over, waiting as he lifted his cock's fleshy tip to the moist slit between my legs. The rocking of the boat, though, was too much for me. I found that bent over as I was, I couldn't keep my balance.

"Terry, I don't think this is going to work!" I said over my shoulder. "What say we use my little mattress up front?"

I pointed forward, and Terry nodded. Abandoning the safety of my deck shoes, I stepped up and walked forward along the starboard side, leading Terry. Looking back, I could only laugh as he used both hands to steady himself, leaving his O-so- hard cock to bounce and weave with each tentative step. I arrived at my exercise pad, and lay on my back, legs spread wide, and waiting. I played with my clit as I waited, raising it to a hard, sensitive knot. Then Terry crept between my legs, kneeling and bending over me.

I guided his rigid cock to the entrance to my pussy, and he pushed it home. I was very wet with anticipation, so he entered me easily in several slow strokes. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his strong shoulders as he began to work his hot cock in and out in long, even movements. I drew my knees up and to the sides without even thinking to allow him easier, deeper penetration. Each stroke was a little quicker than the last, a little more forceful. I remembered that he'd already been near an orgasm once, and realized that he'd cum quickly.

"Okay, Terry, that's real nice. It's real good, baby. Now, go ahead, let it go. Let it go. I want you to cum. We can do it again, if you want, later. Let it go, baby. Cum for me, cum for me," I said softly into his ear, encouraging him to give himself to his orgasm, as I wrapped my ankles behind his ass and drew him deep inside.

"Oh, Donna. Oh, baby, yes, I'm going cum, I'm gonna C-CUM!" he groaned.

His movements became more and more rapid and spasmodic as his orgasm neared. I stayed quite still, concentrating on each sensation. At last his steaming cock erupted, and began to shoot thick, gooey cum into my pussy.

"Oh, baby, that was so good!" I purred, as his passion subsided and he rolled aside.

Looking around, I saw Scott and the other three standing around me. The boys had stripped, and had hard cocks in their hands. Scott looked on happily, aware that he'd surely get his too. The boys were all very much aroused, and I suspected that, between playing with themselves and watching me fuck their buddy, they'd all be even quicker to cum.

"Mike, you want to be next?" I said to the boy standing at my feet, or really, between my feet.

His eyes barely moved from the shiny pink lips of my pussy oozing his friend's cum as he nodded

and knelt between my legs.

"I'm nearly ready, Mike. Can you get me to cum?" I whispered, as his cock pressed its way home and his chest pressed hard on my own.

He propped on his elbows, and I held him close as Mike ground himself into me with his strong abs. His cock was hot and hard inside me, and his closeness pressed the base of his rod against my clit with each grinding stroke.

"Oh, baby, yes, that's it, that's it!" I moaned to his incessant beat. "Oh, yes, I'm cumming baby.

Just like that, don't stop, I'm cumming!"

He kept his motions exactly as I'd asked as I careened into my first orgasm.

"Uh, uh, uuuhh!" I grunted as I came.

My hips began to pitch up to meet Mike's thrusts, and his frequency increased. I grabbed the lean, muscled cheeks of his ass and pulled him into me as his own movements became frantic, and he released his own load of cum. He continued to move, slowing only gradually as his orgasm and the rigidity of his cock both ebbed. He pulled out, already only half-hard, and sat leaning on the bow. Roger and Stephen stood poised, waiting to take Mike's place. Scott too, looked more than ready.

"Scott, come lie down here, baby."

I gestured to the mat, and he lay on his back beside me as I sat up. Straddling his chest with my knees, I settled backward until I felt the soft, swollen tip of his cock slip between my cum-soaked labia and begin to penetrate. I stopped descending, and Scott did the rest, lifting his hips until I'd engulfed all of his gorgeous cock with wet warmth. One long, easy stroke and he was in. Out, out, almost all the way, cockhead nearly visible between my legs, then in again, deep and hard. I sat up, keeping my hips a few inches above Scott's. He continued to fuck my sopping pussy as I beckoned to Roger and Stephen.

Taking a stiff cock in each hand, I wrapped my mouth around Roger's cock on my right. I could taste the pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit as I fastened my lips to his cock and sucked thirstily, even as my left hand stroked Stephen's tool. Roger began to rotate his hips in small circles, fucking my hand and my mouth.

"Not quite yet," I thought to myself, and turned my oral attentions to Stephen.

"Hhmmf, hmmff, hmmff!"

Scott, looking up to see me servicing two more cocks, began to hump me with more earnestness.

His hands steadied my ass, and his groin slammed upward into mine harder and faster. My breasts began to bounce with the impact. I sucked harder at Stephen's rock-hard cock as I felt another climax of my own cumming. Roger's hand was on my own, helping me to jerk him off. Scott continued to increase his pace.

"Oh, oh, oohh, hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh!" growled Stephen as his cock suddenly spat blobs of salty cum into my mouth.

I sucked and swallowed until I felt Scott start to cum. "Oh, Donna, OH BABY!" he groaned.

He banged furiously at my juicy pussy, sending his own cum to join the mingled fluids already there, and sent me reeling into another great orgasm. I could barely stay upright as ecstasy washed over me like a huge wave. Stephen's cock was no longer in my mouth. Drops of his cum and my saliva trickled onto my hand and forearm. I bounced up and down now on Scott's cock while Roger fucked my right hand.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum, oh, suck it out, suck it." Roger's hand was behind my head, pulling me to his raging cock. "Oh, baby, eat it, eat it, oh, yes, here it cums!"

He pulled me closer. Still reeling from my own climax, I opened my mouth but couldn't seem to find him.

"Oh, oh, oooohh shit!" he exclaimed, as his cock pulsed in my hand.

My eyes were still closed. I opened my mouth to catch his load, but I felt a heavy plop on my chin, then on my breast. Guided by his hand on mine, I milked his pulsing cock; another spurt of milky cum on my chest, and another. Thick and sticky, it stayed where it landed until I gathered it with the fingers of my left hand.

"Sorry I missed all this!" I said, smiling up at Roger.

He smiled back, and I saw his eyes widen as I took my two cum coated fingers and put them into my mouth, sucking away the salty juices. Lifting myself off of Scott's still-throbbing cock, I lapped up the creamy white liquids that had gathered at the base of his shaft as he fucked me.

"That was nice!" I murmured, caressing his nearly rigid pole and kissing his balls and the inside of his furry thighs. "Very nice!"

Looking up, I saw Mike and Terry sitting with their fully erect cocks in their hands. Scott was right. These boys were fucking machines. I was kneeling between Scott's legs at that point, bent over with my butt in the air.

"So, somebody want to get behind me, here?" I said to the two of them.

Scott slipped away while Mike strode quickly to my tail end and knelt behind me. I invited Terry to lie where Scott had been, which he did as I felt Mike's cock slide into my well-fucked pussy. I let Mike slop away in my juicy hole for a bit as I worked on Terry's cock. He slapped his abdomen noisily against my ass as he tried to generate more friction in my slippery tunnel. Covering Terry's shaft with saliva, I stroked it with only my hand for a bit as I offered Mike my pussy.