Tat Tease
I live with my boyfriend in a small rented flat in Portsmouth.
Money’s a bit tight because we’re both students, so whenever possible we visit Terry’s elder brother Richard, who’s ever forth- coming with food and booze. He’s 34 years old, a good 14 years older than me, but incredibly sexy, and I’ve been dying to get my claws into him for ages and ages. Unfortunately he’s married, and I think his wife knows I fancy him, because she always makes a point of keeping us apart. However, I finally got my chance one weekend back in July, when he invited me out on his new boat, a small yacht. His wife was fuming, because she could think of no good reason to intervene, while my boyfriend, completely unsus- pecting as ever, seemed perfectly happy sitting around the house getting drunk on his brother’s Scotch. Under my dress I was wearing a white bikini, and as soon as we
were 100 metres offshore, I slipped out of my dress and sat facing my boyfriend’s brother, who stood at the helm doing his old seadog routine. I could see his reaction as he caught sight of my impressive stomach tattoo… “That’s nice,” he said. “But you know what they say about girls with tattoos…” “It’s all true,” I grinned. I sat with my legs apart, ostensibly to catch
the sun, but as the sea roughened at the harbour entrance, spray broke over the bow and saturated my bikini, rendering it semi-trans- parent. Still I kept my knees apart. “Do you have to sit like that?” asked Richard, all flustered. “Why? Does it give you a hard-on?” I replied, naughtily, reaching
around behind me and unfastening my top. “And you a married man!” His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as my small but firm tits flopped free. I could see his prick had fully uncurled, and was poking at an obviously uncomfortable angle inside his shorts. We both laughed nervously, and he patted it into position, “head-
ed due North” as he described it, pulling down his baggy T-shirt to conceal the bulge. I protested bitterly, saying I wanted to see it, so he tugged it downwards and poked it out through the inside leg of his shorts. It was huge, and incredibly pretty. His kid brother’s was like a thimble by comparison. There was some confusion as to the nearest quiet backwater
to go for a fuck. Richard said he remembered a “likely’’ creek near the harbour, and used the diesel to speed the journey. I peeled my bikini bottom off and
sat there, eyeing him lecherously, fiddling with my cunt and tits and talking dirty. We finally moored alongside a rusted-out river barge, and
Richard led me downstairs to the crammed galley. Determined to bring out the animal in him, I got down on my hands and knees on the bunk, and urged him to lick me from behind. He kneeled at the end of the bunk and buried his face in my
privates, and I shook my bottom appreciatively as he stuck his tongue up me. We then took a breather and had a couple of belts from his hip
flask. Feeling pleasantly stoned, I amused myself Lying on the bunk and sandwiching his prick between the soles of my feet, coaxing his foreskin back and forth. There followed a series of
“Richard squeezed his bull-like appendage right up my cunt!”
laid-back, naughty games, Richard finger-fucking me, then teasing my clit and nipples with a seagull feather that obligingly wafted in through the hatch. And all the time I regaled him with disgusting (and imaginary, unfortunately!) accounts of my many and varied sexual experiences. Finally, Richard clambered on top of me and squeezed his
bull-like appendage up my cunt, causing little slurp-like emissions which spurred us on to even more wondrous indecencies. Finally wiggling free of this weapon of a cock, I tossed it off over my tits, not stopping until masses of lovely sticky cum was dripping from my nipples. I’m sad to say that Richard then went and spoiled it all by declar-
ing his undying love for me and suggesting we run away together. I didn’t dare tell him, but all I was interested in was getting back to his house in double quick time and getting stuck into dinner. Sex always gives me a ravenous appetite!
Linda, Portsmouth
www.naughtybrits.com
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