Can We Have A Ride Ch 02

I'm Carly. I'm in Surfers having a holiday with several of my friends. You know. A bit of fun before we return to our various schools (universities in our cases) and just general mucking around. I mean, why not? We're all eighteen so practically everything we do is legal.

One of the things we were going to do was go on a boat ride, spending the day out on the water. At least, we were supposed to. Monie and I met this guy, Brett, who claimed he had use of his father's boat. After a bit of friendly persuasion he agreed to take us out for the day. We were heading to the beach to meet him now, providing he didn't stooge us. I didn't think he would as he seemed a nice enough guy.

He was there with his boat and we strolled along the little jetty to meet him.

"Brett, Ann. Ann, Brett. We hope you don't mind, Brett, but we sort of invited Ann to come along for the ride. She was feeling a little bored."

"No objection on my part," he assured me. "Did you let her know the conditions?"

"Of course we did," I replied while Monie and Ann went into giggle mode. "Ann said she had no problems whatsoever with the rules."

We all climbed aboard and there was plenty of room. The boat was easily big enough for a party of eight and the four of us had no problems. We then got bit by the first of his rules. We all had to put on life-jackets.

"Why the life-jackets," Monie groused. "I can swim like a fish."

"I only have your word for that," pointed out Brett. "Ah, how well do you swim if you trip, stun yourself, and fall in?"

"Why aren't you wearing one," Monie demanded. I felt like telling her to shut up. His boat, his rules, and I didn't want him telling us to get off. He just smirked and pointed over to the steering wheel, which just happened to have a life-jacket draped over it. Monie flushed and shut-up.

For the next half hour we just zipped around, slowly getting further from shore. After that half hour Brett had us each try our hands at steering the boat while he sat next to us, observed, and made suggestions as to the correct way to steer.

We did that for a while and then Brett made another suggestion.

"Okay, Monie. You seem to be the best driver so we'll let you take control for a while. You see those two small islands ahead and to port?"

Monie nodded. After all, there were only two islands around.

"Okay, keep well clear of them. You don't know the channels around them. You have ample room to starboard without going near anything. A clarification to help resolve the confused look on your face. Port is the left side of the boat facing the bow. Starboard is the right side of the boat facing the bow. Left and right are always subjective to the person speaking and can be confusing. Port and starboard are absolute and allow accurate directions in an easily understood manner."

(That was actually quite useful to know. I'd know that port and starboard were left and right but I'd never know why and how they were actually applied.)

"Meanwhile," he continued, "I'm going to sit over here and get closer acquainted with Ann."

Monie and I smirked as we knew what he meant by closer acquainted. Ann looked somewhat startled.

"Me? Why me? I mean, you know Carly and Monie better than you know me. I sort of figured that you'd, ah, talk to them first."

Talk? Now there was a dainty euphemism.

"Mm? Didn't they tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I, ah, talked to both of them yesterday. You might say their initial dues are paid up."

"No," said Ann, giving us a nasty look, "they didn't mention that. They just giggled a lot when explaining your rules."

Brett just laughed and went and sat down next to her. I was flapping my ears as hard as I could trying to hear what he was saying and I was willing to be that Monie was, too. Didn't help. All I could hear was the soft, lulling, murmur of his voice. Whatever he was saying it was certainly getting through to Ann. I could tell that by just watching her.

Well, I suppose I could also tell by the way Brett started stroking her leg, his hand moving higher and higher without resistance. It finally slipped under her bikini and the look on her face was priceless. I think until that moment she hadn't been certain that he was going to follow through.

I'd like to point out that Monie and I weren't deliberately watching. It was more of a case that we were sitting at the back of the boat while Monie steered and Ann and Brett were in the front, seated facing us. We couldn't help but see what was happening.

What was happening, one of the things I couldn't help but see, was Ann's bikini bottom being taken off. (By him, not her.) Ann was blushing something fierce and strictly not looking at us, but she was also not trying to stop Brett. After that there was some more petting, blatantly so as Ann's legs were spread and we could see Brett's hand in motion.

Finally Brett shed his shorts and his erection was on display. At this stage he calmly picked Ann up and sat her on his lap. After a few more moments he had persuaded Ann to half stand and he moved her closer to him. We could see his erection rearing up between her legs.

I'd seen his cock in action with Monie the day before and experienced it myself (reluctantly, I assure you). It seemed to me that his cock hadn't looked anywhere near as large then as it did now. Maybe it was because Ann was a rather petite girl. Maybe it was because it was just standing up between her legs and we could see all of it. I couldn't help wondering how Ann was going to handle it.

Ann just seemed to sink slowly down onto him, his cock diminishing with each passing second as it slid up into place. Then he was sitting there, legs slightly parted, Ann sitting on him, fully penetrated, and we could see his testicles and the base of his cock where he entered her.

Now that he was set Brett just naturally got busy. He was flexing his hips and we could see Ann rising and falling, sliding up and down his cock. She'd move up and we'd see his cock emerging from within her and then there'd be a pause and she'd be sinking, his cock vanishing into her again.

"He's doing it this way deliberately," I muttered to Monie. "He's trying to make sure we get worked up."

"I know, and it's working," Monie muttered in reply, stifling a giggle.

Brett just kept on going, taking his time. From the look on Ann's face she was past ready for him to put on some extra pressure but he just held steady. I suspect that if we hadn't been watching Ann would have been calling him out, demanding that he get on with it.

And a phone started ringing. I didn't recognize the ringtone so it wasn't mine or Monie's. Brett casually reached down without interrupting his stroke and took a phone out of his short's pocket. Still thrusting away he answered it. The conversation went something like this.

"Hullo?"

"Nothing important."

"Can do. About fifteen minutes."

He disconnected and called to Monie.

"Turn us thataway, and head for shore."

Monie turned us thataway and Brett started to pick up his pace. He was now bouncing Ann quite energetically and she was starting to squeal. She climaxed and so did he. Then he pulled out and turned to us.

"We have to pick up my father from the Wickam jetty and take him to where I picked the three of you up. We'll leave him there and we can return to our trip. Cut the engine for a moment."

Monie cut the engine and Brett picked up Ann and jumped overboard. He then boosted Ann back aboard and climbed aboard himself.

"Fastest way to get cleaned up," he said, pulling on his shorts.

Ann was also hastily getting dressed again while Brett moved back and took over the steering from Monie.

Ann didn't say anything to us as we headed shoreward. Not that there was much she could say. We had warned her, after all. Well, maybe not warned her that she'd probably be first cab off the rank, but that was just the luck of the game.

Ten minutes later we were pulling up next to a little jetty and a big man stepped off the jetty and into the boat, sure-footed enough that he didn't even bother to wait for the boat to stop. It was obvious he was Brett's father. Same solid build and same face. Twenty years older and twenty pounds heavier, but the extra weight was beef, not fat.

"Dad, these are my friends, Monie, Ann, and Carly. Girls, my father, Barry."

We exchanged polite greetings then Barry told Brett.

"Instead of going straight to the jetty can you swing past Shadow? It might be nice to take a half hour break there."

Brett laughed, for some reason, and we headed on out. About ten minutes later we found that Shadow was one of the two small islands that Brett had warned us not to go near. He made a meandering approach and pulled up at a sandy beach, tossing an anchor overboard to keep us there.

"Okay, girls. All ashore," he said, helping us to step down from the boat. The water was quite shallow and it was an easy amble over to a beach of white sand.

Somehow, and I wasn't quite sure how it came about, Brett had his arms around the waists of Monie and Ann, while I was walking along next to his dad. Once we were on the sand Brett headed towards a small trail that led between some trees, going further in toward the centre of the island.

"Hold up a moment, Carly," said Barry, one hand hooked onto my life jacket. "You won't need this on. You can see the others have already taken theirs off."

I hadn't noticed but he was right. There were three life jackets lying on the sand. I hastily took mine off, with Barry doing the same. That done I started to follow on down the trail. Not that I got far. Barry just slipped a finger down the back of my bikini, drawing me to a halt.

"Don't be in such a rush," he said. "If you use your imagination I'm sure you can guess the sort of shenanigans that they'll be up to. No need to interrupt them."

I hastily twisted away from him, saying, "Excuse me?"

"You're excused," he told me, and with that pulled my bikini down.

You can guess how I felt about that. It was totally unexpected and I was highly indignant.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded and he laughed.

"My boat, my rules, remember. When I'm on board Brett's just a passenger and I'm in command."

I was like, "What!?" my hands hastily covering my nakedness, only to find I should have also been protecting my top. He simply pulled the bow at the back of my neck and the top just fell forward, leaving my breasts on display.

"Very nice," Barry told me. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"The hell you are. There's no way I'm letting you, ah, um..."

I didn't finish the sentence, just waving my hand in the general direction of my body, indicating what was out of bound to him.

"Really? And how do you propose to stop me? The others will be out of earshot by now and there's no-one else around."

I just stood there, mouth open, nothing to say. He apparently took that as permission to proceed as he simply swept me off my feet and lay me on the sand. He then settled down next to me, his hands already wandering over my body. So was his mouth, I found, as I felt his hot breath on my breast, his tongue darting out to taste my nipple.

I squirmed about, trying to push him away, but not getting anywhere. He just kept on kissing and tasting my breasts while his hand was down between my legs, working quite energetically on me. He would be rubbing me quite roughly and then switch to a gentle stroking. His fingers would dip inside the honey pot, stroking and touching and probing. Then he'd change again, his nails very lightly scraping against my pudenda, making my flesh crawl.

He just kept on going. Dropping little kisses on my face and neck, moving down to my breasts and sucking lightly on my nipples. Then he'd reverse direction moving back up with those little fairy kisses, all the while stroking me down below, deliberately trying to get me aroused. (And succeeding quite easily, damn it.)

Then he was no longer wearing his shorts and he was pushing my knees apart and up. He moved between my thighs, his erection looking obscenely large and threatening. He looked me directly in the eye, daring me to tell him no. I just swallowed a little nervously and kept my mouth shut.

Why did I keep my mouth shut? A variety of reasons I guess. For a start he'd achieved dominance over me and we both knew it. If I'd said no he'd have ignored it and we both knew that as well. Another thing we both knew that I didn't want him to stop, even though I'd never admit it. He'd got me to the point where I needed him to continue.

He pulled my hand down to my vulva, silently commanding me to spread my lips, and like a good little girl I did what I was told. His cock pressed between my fingers, butting up against the soft flesh I had parted, pushing past and then plunging into me. I say plunging because that's what he did. No gentle easing in but a direct thrust that buried him fully inside me. I gasped, pushing up to take him as deep as possible, my legs rising and closing around him, holding him there.

Then it was on for young and old, me being the young and him the old. Don't let anyone tell you that young men are better. Barry had had a good twenty years of experience and had been learning the entire time. Now I had the privilege of receiving the benefits of that experience.

Putting it crudely he fucked me like I'd never been fucked before, but I certainly hoped to be again some time. He banged into me in style, building me up to a nice peak and then holding me there while he took his pleasure. Towards the end I was almost whining in my desperation to have him finish me off while he just laughed and insisted on prolonging things that little bit more.

When I finally climaxed I was so done in I couldn't even get the breath to scream. I just lay there, shuddering, all my muscles turned liquid, leaving me unable to move. Barry winked at me and went for a quick swim to clean up. I slowly got to my feet and headed toward the water, feeling my legs wobble as I walked. Afterwards I dressed again and sat down on the sand.

Brett, Monie, and Ann came wandering back a little later. Brett looked his normal confident self, Ann looked smug, and Monie looked irritated. I raised a questioning eyebrow to her.

"The rotten sod grabbed Ann again, stripped her and screwed her rotten. After that he was too pooped to play anymore. What happened to you?"

"Me? I just stayed on the beach and talked to Barry. We did go swimming though." (Amongst other things.)

It's amazing how time gets away from you. It was mid-afternoon by the time we were dropping Barry off so the three of us decided to call it a day as well. We thanked Brett and Barry for the ride and went on our way. Perhaps we'd see them for a ride another day. We were going to be here for a few more days.

(Oh, yeah, and I've got Barry's number if I want an escort to take me out somewhere or something like that.)