The deck night

I was off duty. The boat was a friend's, engine off, moored, and everybody on it had come to fuck. I do not fuck people who bought a ride. Gio is thirty-eight. Bess is thirty-six. Hank is forty-four. I stood on the deck at night in a buttoned sun shirt and khaki pants, boat shoes on, dark hair in a knot. No name on the boat that I would say out loud. Tan, wind on my face, fully clothed. That is the moment before. We had already said yes on the dock, all four of us, out loud.

Bess kissed me with the shirt still buttoned, then I opened it because I wanted her mouth lower. The deck was not hidden. A far light moved on the water and I liked that we were still above. I lay back on a pad. Bess got my pants off and licked my cunt, slow and then greedy, her tongue on my clit until my hips jumped. Hank stroked his cock and waited because I pointed at him and said not yet. Gio stood with his cock in his hand and watched Bess eat my cunt. I held her hair and told her she was good at it. I was loud. I wanted the three of them to see me.

When I was close I said Hank, now. He knelt, rubbed his cock through the wet of my cunt, and fucked his cock into my cunt. Bess stayed at my side and kissed me while Hank fucked me. His cock was thick. I told him to fuck my cunt harder and he did, hands on my thighs, the deck cool under the pad. I came on his cock with Bess's mouth on my neck, a long sound I was proud of. Gio had waited. I crooked a finger. Hank pulled his cock out, wet from my cunt, and Gio fucked his cock into me next. I was sensitive and I wanted it. Gio fucked my cunt deep and steady. Bess rubbed my clit. I came again, smaller, shaking, and told them I wanted the rest below.

We left the deck laughing, not hidden and not sorry. I had wanted to be fucked in the open air by people who had already agreed, and I had been. The shirt went back on for the ladder because the night was cold. Below, the bunks were waiting. The lube was already in my bag.