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44. Ever Had One Like This? There Are Rules.
I timed my exit from the shoreside restaurant and the hot college girl I had just banged, to coincide with the next bridge opening. Getting out of the small, shallow dock was tricky, however. My boat draws 5 feet and my depth guage showed 4 feet, 10 inches of water beneath me. Using my mooring lines, my diesel motor and some help from a few men onshore helping to push, I was able to slowly back out and continue my journey.
It was mid-afternoon now. Only a few hours of daylight left to make some headway and find my next anchorage or marina. I forged ahead making reasonably good time. Then I had to traverse a series of four bridges in a 5 mile span. They all went smoothly. Two of those were "call ahead" for open on demand, one was on a schedule (which I timed correctly) and one was tall enough for my 60 foot high mast. Beyond those bridges, the Waterway was clear for the next day or so.
I studied my charts searching for a marina or a suitable anchorage. There didn't appear to be any marinas reachable before dusk. I did find a large bight with 4 to 8 foot depths shown on the charts about an hour away. I headed toward it at full speed.
Bights are where the shoreline curves inward forming a bay. They are found in oceans, rivers and lakes. Bights are usually rather shallow or have rocks or other obstructions on the bottom. Thus, they are clearly marked on nautical charts. The one I was headed for showed depths of 4 to 8 feet. I need 5 feet. Dicey, at best, but is was my best alternative.
Approaching the bight, I saw 4 other boats on anchor, a good sign, but only 1 other sailboat with a deeper keel, however. I tried to radio the anchored boats on the VHF radio for depth information but nobody responded. I guess nobody "had their ears on" as we say. I slowly entered the bight at idle speed, keeping one eye glued to the depth guage. Once I was safely out of the "ditch", I quickly dropped hook and set the anchor. I was in 6.5 feet of water. In such shallow water it didn't take much scope to prevent dragging.
After I was convinced my boat was going to stay put, I shut down the motor and poured my dram. I surveyed my neighbors through the binoculars. All boats were occupied. Two power boats had people visible on the aft deck enjoying cocktails. I dropped the dinghy, threw my scotch bottle in my backpack and headed out to make new friends.
The first boat, a rather large cabin cruiser, had two people enjoying cocktails on the aft deck. They looked like rather fuddy duddy, old farts. Not likely to party. I waved and shouted greetings as I passed by. The other boat showing people was a much newer, albeit smaller boat, maybe 30-35 feet. As I approached in my dinghy, a pleasant looking lady in a loose fitting sundress stepped to the gunwale waving me over.
When I came alongside I could clearly see why she had waved me over. I saw what appeared to be a wizened up old man with a blanket over his lap sitting in one corner. "Greetings, Captain! Want to join us for sundowners?" I readily accepted.
Once aboard we made introductions. She introduced herself as Gertrude "but everyone calls me 'Rude. I'm really not, but it's better than Gertrude. And this is my grandfather, Stephen. He's in his late 90s, very frail, and quite hard of hearing." This is why she was anxious to have me join them.
"I'm Sailor. Pleased to meet you."
"What may I get you from the bar, Sailor?"
"Just a glass with ice, please." I pulled out my bottle of scotch. "I come prepared."
Gertrude, or 'Rude, was in her early 40s treating her grandad to a night on the boat. "It's probably his last. He's been a lifelong boater, a tug boat captain, seawater in his veins, but his health is deteriorating rapidly. Thought I'd bring him out on the water for one last hurrah."
'Rude and I traded stories, backgrounds and generally got to know each other. Every so often she would scream at her grandad with an update to make him feel part of the conversation. As dusk enveloped us, 'Rude said to me "I'm glad you stopped by. You're interesting and I'm having a great time. I'd like it if you would stick around. I have to get grandad below. It's his bedtime. I really hope you're still here when I return."
She struggled to get the old man below. He was infirm and she had to scream at him. I decided to hang with her so I sipped my drink, enjoyed the nightfall and listened as she screamed directions to him down below.
'Rude was probably a 7 on a 10 scale. Hair bobbed at her ears, turning gray. A pleasing face but kind of average. In fact, her whole body appeared just average. No smoking hot babes for me tonight. But she was pleasant, she was interesting and one never knows what the future holds.
When she returned she brought a bucket of ice and her own bottle. We clinked our glasses to an evening of relaxation and friendship.
We talked on and on, getting drunker and drunker. We agreed on so many things and the vibe was very harmonious. The drink pulled away our inhibitions and our judgment, so the talk eventually turned to sex.
"'Rude, you told me that you never married. Mind if I pry and ask why?"
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing. You see, I have a condition. It's kind of like a very niche OCD. I have an overpowering oral fixation. You know how with babies, everything goes straight to their mouth?" I nodded. "Well, I never outgrew that. I have an overwhelming desire to put anything, everything in my mouth. The neurologists have me on some exotic drugs and I've had to learn some coping mechanisms. Many things are harmful, toxic or poisonous as you know."
"Interesting and unusual, for certain. But why did that keep you from marrying? I mean, what could be better than a wife who likes things in her mouth, right?"
"As soon as I hit puberty, the slightest stimulation, shit, sometimes just a sexual thought, and I had to have a dick, a pussy, an asshole in my mouth. Not later, not tomorrow. Right fucking NOW! The feeling was overwhelming. It led to some horrifying and humiliating situations. That's when I started going to the doctors. It wasn't until much later that it was accurately diagnosed and I got it somewhat under control.
"Needless to say, the guys were only interested in me for one thing. I was not marriage material. Would you marry someone who routinely gave blowjobs to every Tom, Dick and Harry? Or, for that matter, who gave head jobs to every Sue, Sally or Sandy? Every man wanted me for my mouth but couldn't stand it that my mouth was shared with everyone else."
"Wow. That's all I can say. Just wow." I took a big gulp of my drink and stared off into space processing this info.
"I know exactly what you're thinking. 'How effective are those drugs? What are her coping mechanisms?' And, most importantly, 'I wonder what my chances are of getting a blowjob tonight'."
"How did you know?"
"Sailor, I've had to deal with this my whole life. And your chances for a blowjob are 1000%. Guaranteed. When you approached my boat my first thought was 'I wonder if I can put his cock in my mouth?'"
Holy shit! This encounter had taken a left turn somewhere back there and I needed to catch up. I didn't know what to say or do. Again, I just took a big swig of my drink and stared blankly off into space.
"But there are some rules, Sailor. I prefer to be on my knees or sitting. When I'm going at it, I'm in charge, not you. You're not allowed to fuck my mouth, no thrusting, no holding my head and pounding mercilessly. Deepthroating is at my discretion, not yours. If I like your cock, if it fits and feels good in there, then I consider it. Yes, you can fondle my tits or finger my pussy or ass. And finally, yes, you can cum in my mouth or on my face. That's my payoff. I love drinking cum. Any questions?"
"Yeah. When do we get started?"
"Why don't you stand up, drop your drawers and let's see what we're dealing with here. Then you can remain standing or sit back down, your choice." She got on her knees and started licking her lips and salivating. A few drops of saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth. I stood and let my pants fall. Impatiently, she yanked my boxers down. She examined him and took him between her fingers, turning and twisting him. He immediately started fattening up and reaching for the sky.
"Yes, this will do nicely, Sailor." I sat back down and she began a superlative blowjob. The way she worked her lips, her whole mouth and jaw, her tongue were way beyond compare. Her mouth was filled with spital, uber wet and sloppy.
Her emphasis wasn't so much on using her mouth like a pussy, stroking it up and down on my rod. It was more on the nuances of how she moved her jaw, how she had ultimate control of her tongue, how her lips interacted and played with different parts of my penis. Sure, she stroked her mouth up and down my shaft. But the key was how she was making love to my cock with her whole mouth.
At one point she took my shaft in to the back of her throat, clamped her lips tight around him as she held him there and sucked. Hard. She created a vacuum and it was a delightful sensation. My cock throbbed and twitched inside her mouth.
I guess she liked my dick. After a good half hour of her working my cock, she went traditional. She dispensed with the fancy tongue work and easily slid him in to the back of her throat. She worked him all the way in and out three or four times, bumping his swollen head against the door only she controlled with each stroke.
The final time she pressed his glans hard against her cricopharyngeal muscle, the door to ecstasy. Then in slow motion, in a controlled manner, pressed him through that vice-like muscle. Having it go through her tight throat muscle so slowly, so deliberately, sent a shock wave of pleasure throughout my body. She repeated this feat a dozen times until my orgasm slowly erupted.
My cum shots were, like her blowjob: slow and controlled. My cock emptied down her throat, taking four ejaculates to finish. She held him deep the whole time he was unloading, tightening and pulsing her muscular ring around me in waves.
'Rude had just delivered the most pleasurable, intense blowjob I had ever experienced. And with absolutely no action on my part. No thrusting, no pounding, no fucking her mouth. I just sat there while she worked her mouth magic on my cock.
"Ma'am, I must say that was the most incredible BJ I've ever had. I hate to ask, but would it be possible for a repeat tomorrow morning?"
"Of course, Sailor. It's my passion. I'll have to get my grandad up and settled first. Then I can come over to your boat. Will that be okay?"