I have been reading Penthouse Letters for the past eight years, and have never seen a story about tugboaters.

Tugboats carry a 15-man crew and do important work pushing barges and so on. The crew stays on board for a month at a time, which can really make a guy feel deprived.

On a recent trip we were held up in the harbor for a couple of days, because a bridge had collapsed into a channel we had to go through. So the captain and I decided to go to town that night and celebrate a little, as it would be another 24 hours before we could move.

We put the skiff in the water and made our way to shore, and when we got there we headed for the nearest bar. After a couple of beers I found myself trying to put the make on this sexy little barmaid named Bess, because I’d been on the boat for about 25 days, and my dick was harder than Chinese arithmetic.

Pretty soon it had gotten pretty late, and the captain, the girl and I were all kind of shit-faced. We closed up the bar, and Bess invited the two of us back to her place. She also turned us on with a hit of speed before driving is in her little car to a small house outside of town, where we smoked a couple of joints and drank more beer.

At one point Bess and I went outside for some air while the captain went to the john. Soon we were kissing and petting. Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore; I had been too long without any pussy, and the beer, joints and speed had really loosened me up. So I whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you now!”

Bess asked me where I wanted to do it, and I pointed to her car, but she said it wasn’t big enough. At that point I was so hot that I just laid her down on the ground and started taking her clothes off. She didn’t put up any resistance; quite the contrary.

That girl had one of the tightest pussies I’d ever had, and was one of the best fucks in the world! This complete stranger was fucking me like a wild bull when the captain came out. All he could say when he saw us was, “Well, well!”

“How about sucking the captain’s dick while I fuck you,” I said to Bess, and the girl didn’t hesitate for a moment. Soon she was getting fucked from both ends, outdoors on the ground, at about three in the morning. After a while the captain and I changed places, so we both got fucked and sucked. After that Bess had to take a bath, as we had plowed up a lot of grass in her front yard.

When she finally drove us back to our skiff, we talked her into coming over to our boat, telling her how beautiful the boat was. When we got there we found that most of the rest of the crew had gone off also. We proceeded to the pilot house, where we showed her all the instruments and so on, and then the three of us undressed again and began to fuck.

Bess sat in the wheelhouse chair, which swivels, and the captain held her feet up in the air from behind while I stuffed my completely revived dick into her tight cunt. When I started getting weak in the knees, I pulled out and the captain took my place. I went to the john and came back with a bottle of baby oil. As I started rubbing the oil on her breasts, I asked her how she liked getting fucked by both of us on a tugboat. She just moaned.

I got back between her legs as she played with the captain’s dick to get him hard again. As she started to come for about the 10th time, she pulled on the captain’s shirt. “Don’t tear my shirt!” he yelled, and she groaned and started really squirming around.

“You like to be yelled at, don’t you?” I said, and she came for the next 10 minutes! I had never met a crazier girl, and neither had the captain, but we liked her fine.

Finally we all were all exhausted and decided to shower and get a few hours sleep. We all slept in the captain’s cabin, and after a while I was awakened by the feeling of Bess’s mouth on my dick. Watching those lovely lips of hers slide up and down my shaft got me thinking about her other lips, so I rolled on top of her and we had a good, slow, gentle fuck, which woke up the captain, and she sucked him too.

Finally the captain and I took Bess back to shore in the skiff, then thanked her for an enjoyable time and kissed her good-bye. We would both like to see her again the next time we pass through, but unfortunately I don’t hold out much hope for another bridge collapse.