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   A SHORT FOUR DAY WEEKEND (Mf, cons,oral, anal, M+f, blackmail, reluc)

   By Art Matin



   CHAPTER 3



   While Sandy steered, John hoisted the mainsail.  He cut off the
auxiliary engine and trimmed the sail.  Then he hoisted the jib.  There was
a nice breeze blowing and the sailboat skimmed along at a good clip.  John
took the helm and Sandy went forward, standing by the mast, enjoying the
near silent rush of water as the boat sped north.

   John had to wonder what she was thinking.  She'd been teasing him all
morning and then pulling back.  It was starting to drive him crazy, but of
course that's what she had wanted to do.  After ten minutes she came aft
and sat next to John.

   "You want a beer, Captain?"

   "Sure honey, I'm really thirsty."

   She pulled out a beer, opened it and handed it to him.  Then she settled
down and put her head on his shoulders.  He wrapped an arm around her and
hugged her.  She ran her fingers through the soft wooly hair covering his
chest.  'God damn,' he thought, 'this is going to be a great weekend!  Take
it slow, don't rush her.  Take your time and don't scare her off.'

   She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Do you know where Mermaid Cove
is?"

   "Hell, yes, baby.  I know where Mermaid Cove is!"

   "Wanna go?"

   He answered her by leaning over and giving her a passionate kiss,
driving his tongue between her sultry lips, his free hand immediately going
to her young firm breast.  Sandy moaned out loud and thrust her tongue back
at his tongue.  They kissed for several minutes, his hands wandering freely
over her nubile body.

   The boat fell off course and the mainsail began to luff, the flapping
noise drawing John's attention.  He broke off the kiss for just long enough
to alter his course for Carlisle Point, and once on course with the sails
trimmed, he tied off the rudder to hold that course.

   He returned to kissing the teen, laying kisses across her lips, ear, and
neck.  He deftly untied the top of her bikini and she allowed it to fall
away to the deck of the cockpit.  As his hands mauled her firm young tits,
he felt her hand brush against his jutting, rigidity erect penis.  John
gasped as her nimble fingers wrapped around his cock, gently squeezing and
taking her measure of him.

   "God, you're big," she hoarsely whispered.

   "That's because you're such a hot little girl.  The hottest, sexiest and
most gorgeous creature I've seen in a long time."

   "You're a hottie too," she quipped playfully.  Her hand pulled the tie
to his trunks and plunged under the waistband.  John lifted his hips and
slipped the baggy garment down and kicked it free, to give her complete,
unhindered access to his big cock.  "God, you're big!" she exclaimed again.
"I've never ..."

   "You will, honey, you will."

   Sandy lowered her head and kissed the eye of his glans.  She loved guys
with big dicks.  To Sandy, he wasn't big, he was huge; he easily had the
biggest dick she'd ever seen.  It was a full ten inches long and she could
hardly encircle the long, stalk with her fingers.  She licked at the broad
circumcised head, running her studded tongue across his velvety smooth
helmet shaped dickhead.

   Nibbling at the underside of his cock, just under the rim, she marveled
at size of the thick cock tube stretching down the long shaft before
disappearing at his hairy scrotum filled with two heavy balls.  As she
nibbled down his bulging cock tube, she saw the thick dark veins pulsating
just below the skin surface.  She nuzzled his shaggy balls and then licked
her way back to his ripe purplish cock crown.  She mouthed the massive
glans and slowly took it into her mouth.  John's eyes rolled back into his
head as she began swirling her studded tongue across his sensitive knob.

   "Oh, sweet Jesus!  That feels so good, baby doll.  Shit, you really know
how to please a guy," he said huskily.

   She pulled off, kissed him and cooed, "I like a big man," and then went
back down on him.  Her lips stretched around his thickly veined stalk,
engulfing several inches of his long cock.  He seized her head in his
powerful hands.  His hips lurched and he jabbed her in the back of the
throat with his prick.  John began thrusting, fucking her mouth, sawing his
meaty prick in her voracious mouth.

   As the sailboat sped toward Carlisle Point, wet-sucking sounds joined
the gentle sounds of the boat knifing through the water.  He stopped
thrusting, but she took up the motion, bobbing up and down like an oil
field pump jack on his hardened male flesh.  With a seeming urgency, she
sucked and sucked, ever faster, ever franticly until his testicles began to
ache and his cock head tingled, building to an overpowering urge.  His gut
tightened until with an out-of control rush, his swollen cock bulged
appreciably as the first blast of creamy ejaculate blasted through his
prick and into her sucking mouth, quickly followed by series of blasts that
eventually ended in a dribble.

   Sandy swallowed and swallowed trying to keep up with the flood of thick
semen.  She tasted the salty tang of his manly emission and savored the
flavor.  Some men had strong, even slightly bitter cum, but John's cum was
delicious, yeasty and full-bodied without any hint of rancidness.  She
pulled off his dick and looked up into his eyes, cum dribbling from the
corners of her mouth.  He lifted her slightly and bent forward, kissing her
full on the mouth, tasting his own cum.

   After rounding Carlisle Point, he headed straight for Mermaid Cove.  His
hands explored her smooth inner thighs and raked across her aroused pussy.
With a flick of his hand, he untied first one side, then the other of her
bikini bottom and pulled the tiny garment from her crotch.  He reached down
and grabbed the calf of her right leg and then slowly slid his hand up her
leg, stopping just short of her now drooling pussy before reversing
direction and sliding back down her leg.  His hand rose again ascending to
the puffy pudenda of her sex, teasing the hot lips of her vulva.  His hand
was soaked with her juices on the first pass up her crotch, his touch
causing her to gush more female musk.  Effortlessly his lubricated fingers
glided into her damp folds.

   "You are some wet, Babydoll," he hoarsely whispered.

   She let out a guttural moan as his index finger found the base of her
aroused clitoris, and teased it for just a moment.  He ran his hand back
down her sopping gash and as he went, he gently pinched her outer labia
between his thumb and index finger.  As his hand rose back up her slippery
slit, he drove his middle and index fingers into her vagina and slid his
thumb up past her piss hole to her clit and began a squeezing motion,
rubbing the fleshy bump of her vaginal G-spot with his fingers while
rubbing the sides of her clit with his thumb.  Cradling her in his strong
arms, he laid her back and nibbled down her neck to her breasts.

   For the first time John had a good view of her light brown aureoles,
ringed with tiny raised papules around the central summit of her crenulated
nipples.  With unconcealed lust in his eyes he said, "Oh, Baby, your tits
are magnificent!  They need to be lovingly sucked, and sucked often."

   She arched her back, offering her bare breasts for him to feast upon. 
He licked around the aureole of her left breast for several minutes before
flicking his tongue across the thick posts of her erect nipple, all the
while he continued his manipulation of her clit and pussy, driving her
closer and closer towards the moment of penultimate pleasure.

   John noticed the flush of the color of her breast and knew she was
close. Her whimpers and moans became louder until she cried out in sweet
anguish.  He lovingly sucked in her left nipple and gently chewed on it. 
The added stimulus drove her over the edge.

   Wave after glorious wave of orgasmic pleasure radiated from her groin
throughout her young body.  Her pussy clamped down on John's probing
fingers and she tried to bolt upright as the first gut-wrenching wave hit
her.  She twisted and bucked but John held her tight and continued stroking
and chewing until her climax subsided.  She suddenly became limp and he
released his clutch on her snatch and removed his sex-drenched fingers,
smearing her right tit with her own secretion.

   Nuzzling her tit and inhaling deep, he took a full measure of her odor.
She smelled fresh and absolutely divine.  Like a ravenous baby, he lovingly
sucked in her right tit, consuming the thin coating of pussy nectar,
suckling her nipple until she pulled away, no longer able to withstand the
stimulation.

   John looked up and saw that they were approaching Mermaid Cove.  "We're
almost there, Baby.  You take the helm.  I'll lower the sails."

   John lowered the jib and then the mainsail.  Sandy studied him.  He was
a magnificent specimen of manhood.  Muscles rippled and bulged as he worked
to secure the sail.  As she studied his muscular back and taut ass, she
could see his manly organs hanging low between his legs, organs that she
knew would be soon mated to her own.

   John returned to the cockpit and started the auxiliary engine.  Slowly
they entered Mermaid Cove.  Sandy felt a little uneasy, as the cove was
empty of boats.  She felt it would be safer if the cove were crowded with
other hedonistic pleasure seekers.





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