The Nerd

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

I can’t imagine sticking that huge thing in my ass.”

“It can hurt,” Morgan replied, “but if you do it slowly like Ryan did with me at first it should be fine.”

I laughed. “Don’t you remember? I went slow but, once it was in, you rammed it home by lunging backward.”

“I remember. I remember how great it felt so I thought it would be even better if my whole ass was filled. I was right. Sara, it’s something you should try, especially with someone like Ryan who will be patient with you.”

“I don’t know, I mean see it in porn all the time and sometimes I hear other girls at school talking about it. Some of them say their boyfriends forced them to do it and it hurt-a lot. I guess some of them like it.”

“Well,” I interjected, “you can think about it and, if you want, we can do it here with Morgan to help you. But if you decide you don’t want to, that’s fine, too. Now, let’s get cleaned up and go out for dinner.”

We took Sara home after dinner. Morgan and I went home. We held hands all the way-right into the bedroom. I dropped my clothes, brushed my teeth, and dropped into the bed. Morgan was already there waiting for me. “Thanks so much. Sara really needed that. I love you even more for doing it.”

“Let’s go fishing tomorrow.”

She took her pillow and swung it at me. She loved to go fishing. I’d let the boat drift in the inlet or waterway and then we’d take turns sucking each other or fucking. I had an 18-foot center console I used inshore and a 30-footer used in the ocean. Both were kept at the end of the dock that ran from the property almost 100 feet to the ICW. The sex was always great when we fished and sometimes we even caught something.

The next morning we woke, next to each other, as usual. We slept in a king sized bed but it could have been a twin for all the space we used. I shaved and dressed while Morgan went to make the coffee and breakfast. I got the fishing gear out and carried it to the end of the dock. While Morgan saw to our lunch and some drinks I checked my bait traps. I had two minnow traps under the dock tied to the railing with a nylon line. The first looked like it had about

thirty mud minnows, more than enough. Scooping them out, I poured them into the live well, adding water to keep them alive until needed. I set up the rods with sinkers and hooks and set then into holders mounted on the stern. I looked up to see Morgan coming down the dock struggling with the cooler. I jumped off the boat to help her. After stowing the cooler, beach towels and sun screen I lowered the boat from the hydraulic lift Into the water. The boats are kept on lifts to protect them from waves created by other bosters. The Honda 90 started on the first try and we headed for the inlet. I’d had some good luck there in recent weeks, and I’m not talking about sex with Morgan. I had actually caught some good sized flounder drifting there. It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the inlet. The tide was coming in so I drove almost to the ocean before starting our drift. Baiting the hooks I dropped them into the water-nothing to do now but wait. Yeah, right!

Morgan sat on my lap, rubbing her ass into my cock causing it to grow rapidly. She threw an arm around my neck, caressed my face. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky.”

“Uh uh, I’m the lucky one,” I replied. “There are plenty of guys like me around, but there’s only one of you.”

She smiled and gave me a tender kiss. “I hate to say this, but I think you’re getting a bite.” I looked at the rod and noticed it was twitching and bending. I lifted Morgan from my lap and deposited her on the seat as I rose. Checking the rod I could feel extra weight. I let the boat drift a little longer then lifted the rod again. The weight was still there so I lifted the rod tip forcefully to set the hook. There was an immediate reaction at the other end. I lifted the rod and attempted to crank the reel. Once the fish was off the bottom it pulled line from the drag in an attempt to move back down. I kept up the pressure and after a few minutes I started to win the battle. I slowly brought the fish to the boat. Morgan already had the net. It was a big flounder, she netted it efficiently and we gave each other high fives. I weighed it on my scale-almost nine pounds. A beauty! I put it into the live well and rebaited the hook. This time I seated Morgan in my lap so she was facing me. We kissed for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes. She had her eyes closed, but I had to open mine to see where we were drifting. When I got up to reposition the boat Morgan took the opportunity to remove her bikini, much to the amusement of some fishermen drifting nearby. She tumed around, danced, and wiggled her ass in appreciation of their cheers. Little did they realize the show they were about to get. She held her hand up, signaling them to wait. I was standing at the wheel when Morgan pulled down my trunks, slid between my legs and started to suck my cock. She was sitting at my feet as she inhaled my erection, bobbing her head up and down. Now the fishermen really hooted and howled,

cheering her on. I turned red in embarrassment but nothing was stopping Morgan. She sucked harder and harder, massaging my balls until I came into her hot mouth. Rising, she went to the rail totally naked and showed the other boaters the cum in her mouth. It hung in long threads from the hand she had dipped into her mouth. It was about to fall overboard when she suddenly gathered it all back into her mouth and swallowed. The fishermen yelled and applauded so Morgan took a bow then pointed to me which resulted in even more cheers.

We fished for another hour, getting a few bites, but landing no other fish so we decided we needed a break. We headed for a nearby island and anchored. Morgan dove over even before the anchor was set and I could join her. I’m a very good swimmer but Morgan was even better. Her smooth skin allowed the water to flow off with almost no resistance-just like a fish. I cannon balled near her-not the greatest idea when your balls are hanging free. When I came up she was nearby laughing. “That was one weak cannon ball. You’re supposed to make a big splash, you know.” I swam over to her. We hugged and kissed before Morgan started stroking my cock. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said. Then she spread her legs and guided me home. I treaded water as she fucked herself on my cock, but her weight forced me under.

“Let’s go closer to shore,” I suggested. We swam in so I could

stand. Now we tried again. She placed her hands on my shoulders, spread her legs, and moved her pussy onto my cock. Ahhh, much better, I thought with the water supporting her weight. Apparently she agreed. It wasn’t long before she started panting. She looked into my eyes and whispered, “I love you,” just as she came. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist forcing me deeply into her. She held me tightly as she waited for the orgasm to run its course. Then she kissed me, her tongue pushing into my throat. I clutched her to me, sharing her pleasure. The cool water combined with her hot skin was incredibly intoxicating.

We swam back to the boat, climbed aboard, and enjoyed our lunch -leftover fried chicken, potato salad, and cold beer. After lunch we tried our luck again (fishing, not fucking) but we had no more bites so an hour later we returned home. We had the fish for dinner. Later I noticed the answering machine was blinking. It was Sara- she wanted to try anal.

To Be Continued..