Stumble upon a party along the way. Hot babies. Fondle and fuck red head.
Chapter 42: Rita’s Birthday Present
It was now dark outside as I sat down below on my boat. I intended to cast off first thing in the morning, so I was taking stock of everything. I reviewed the day’s events. Started off with a hangover made worse by a storm tossing me about, jacked off to orgasm twice, enjoyed some killer weed from Timmy, had Connie’s fat ass basically assault me with her pussy in the park. Not really a stellar day. I decided to focus on getting everything stowed to begin my passage in the morning. I thought about how there are always new mermaids waiting in every port. Sometimes along the way.
I busied myself around the boat, getting everything lined up for the morning. Finally, at midnight, I poured a big tumbler of scotch. As I chugged it, I fired up my porn tablet and distracted myself by watching some raunchy sluts get abused. There were the hefty whores having multiple guys skull fuck them. The extreme face fucks, with mascara streaming down their faces, making them look like a surreal Dali painting. The sluts sucking five guys, all in a circle around her on her knees. Skanks getting DP’d by two or three huge black cocks.
The porn had little effect on me. My cock only got half hard, not enough to stroke into an orgasm. The scotch was working, making me feel warm, soothing my soul. I hoped it would help me sleep. I tumbled into bed and was soon sound asleep.
My alarm woke me at 6 a.m. The sun was just lighting the horizon. I put a pot of coffee on and poked my head up to survey the weather. The sky was just starting to get light, there was very little wind and the water was smooth as glass. I checked the weather forecast and several of the wind apps on my phone. It looked as though I would have mostly sunny skies, light wind and only a 1-3 foot chop out on the open water. A pretty calm day. With such a light wind forecast, I would be motor-sailing in order to make any time.
As I sipped my coffee, I busied myself getting my chart books, hand-held VHF radio, water bottles and such handy near the helm. By 8 a.m. I was ready to cast off.
As a final delay tactic, I released my manhood from my boxers and started stroking him up. I conjured up images of Rachael’s beautiful face, her black hair framing her crystal clear blue eyes. In my mind’s eye I could see her solid rack, her dark areola’s with her erect nipples, her pubic triangle, her creamy thighs. I relived eating her pussy, fucking her pussy, having my way with her ass. My dick was responding and my strokes got faster. I kept remembering having my cock in her warm mouth and the way I’d shoot my load without stopping.
I recalled sweet, young Donna, gently sucking my cock. And her mom, Ginny, side-by-side on the couch with Donna. Four holes, all crying out to be fucked. Donna’s face wash with her nubile pussy. Images of Carla and her ass fucking bench in the kitchen, her industrial grade cunt able to get fucked for hours. And Randy’s nine-inch cock. Before long an orgasm formed and swelled up in my crotch. With a few more strokes, I shot my load on my belly, relieving my angst, sending my anxiety away for the moment.
Renewed, I started the motor and untied from the mooring ball. Free again. I turned toward the open water and hit the gas. I was leaving this cornucopia of sexual delights. I made a mental note to watch for the news headlines when this raffle-town finally got busted. Onward and upward.
Toward the end of the first day, I checked ahead for any transient dockage at a marina. In the area I was in, there was no available space so, at dusk, I simply maneuvered close to shore and dropped anchor in ten feet of water. The beach was 100 yards away and I could see a group of people having a party. Umbrellas, blankets, chairs … even a volleyball net. As dusk was fast approaching, I saw the fire pit light up. Must have been 25 or 30 people gathered. What the fuck? I threw some beers and a fifth of rum into my backpack and lowered the dinghy. I dinked into shore and beached the boat.
Immediately, a third of the party gathered around. They were all shouting questions at me and at each other. Plenty of alcohol all around and it was a jovial crew. Average age was early 30’s and, surprisingly, more girls than guys. And the girls were hot. A few ‘left’ swipes but mostly well-tanned bodies in tiny bikini’s. I felt like a kid in a candy store with all these buxom beauties scampering about in G-strings and not much more. As a peace offering, I pulled out the fifth of rum I brought and lit a doobie. I offered them to the nearest chick I could see and they were gone. Permanently.
“Howdy! Looks like y’all are having a bang-up time. What’s the occasion?” Several of the girls had crowded around closer to me and they all said “It’s Rita’s Birthday! Come and celebrate with us!!” “Wonderful!! Which one’s Rita? Where’s the birthday girl?” They all pointed towards a small tent-like shade. “She’s over there. The one with the long red hair and yellow bikini.” “Excuse me, please, ladies. I must go wish her a happy birthday.”
I wandered over to Rita. She was sitting in a chair with a few people, girls and guys, sitting around her. Some were on blankets, others in available chairs. As I approached I heard Rita say “Well, who do we have here? This is the guy who came from that sailboat, isn’t it?” “Guilty as charged” I said. “My name is Sailor. You must be the birthday girl, Rita.” “You got it, Sailor. Glad you could join us.” “Thanks for having me. And happy birthday!!” Everyone raised their drink and cheered “Here, here!” and chugged at their drink. I followed suit. When in Rome, they say.
I took out another joint, fired it up and offered it to Rita. “This is the best I could do on such short notice. I hope you enjoy.” She accepted it and took a couple of big tokes before passing it around. It never got back to me. Eventually, Rita stood up and announced that she was going swimming. “Any one want to join me for some skinny dipping?” The group mumbled amongst themselves, but nobody spoke up. Seeing my opportunity, I blurted out “I’ll go with you.” As we walked toward the water, we stopped by the fire pit they had arranged and shed our clothes. It was twilight and the soft glow of the fading sun washed over her exquisite body. Long red hair, a squarish face, perky tits, narrow waist flaring into killer hips and slender thighs. Her body was toned and tanned. I turned toward the water and started a fast walk that way. I didn’t think it was appropriate, yet, to show my penis growing erect.
The water was cold, warming once immersed for a few minutes. Rita followed me in and swam over closer to me. Only our heads were above water but I could see her perky tits just below the surface. The cold water had made her nipples stand up hard and erect. “I see the cold water has worked it’s magic” I said, looking down at her chest.
She instinctively grabbed her boobs, but instead of hiding them, she began twisting her own nipples between her fingers. “Oh, yes. Yes. I love when they get hard. Gives me something to play with.” Without asking, I simply reached over and put my hand on her boob. I began fondling her nipple just as she had done. She got a startled look in her eye, then pressed her entire body against mine and started kissing me. Big, wet kisses, lots of lips; lots of tongue. She was pretty well buzzed but managed to kiss like a pro. As we were lip locked, one hand reached down for my dick. Of course, the cold water had the opposite effect on my dick. It was limp and shriveled.
We went back to just making out for a while. My hands were working overtime on her firm tits and her tight little ass. I cupped her ass cheek in my hand and, and … well, it just fit perfectly and felt so fucking good. When we broke, she turned and headed toward shore. I followed and we scampered out of the water to our clothes. By now, the group had a raging fire going and most were sitting around it getting drunker and chatting. We grabbed our clothes and Rita sprinted for the tent where I had met her. By the time I got there, she had a loose-fitting oversized tee-shirt on falling just below her crotch.
The tent was empty, everyone was by the fire. It was dark. I approached Rita and embraced her. She responded and we stood there kissing and exploring each other’s body with our hands. I was still nude and she found my little guy. On her knees, she took him, still mostly soft, into her mouth. She was more alert now; the swim had refreshed her. She sucked on my dong, sucked him up stiff and hard. Then she stood up, turned around and put her one foot up on the beach chair. She hiked her tee shirt up to her waist, bent over and said “What I really want for my birthday, is to have your hard cock fill my pussy. I want you to fuck it good and fill it with cum. That’s what I really want, Sailor.”
With no hesitation, I inched up to her perfect ass, grabbed my hard cock and guided it to her pussy. I rubbed his head up and down until her lips parted. She was moist and he slid in a little more with each thrust. Soon he was fully up her snatch as I stroked it in and out. She reached one hand around and pulled her butt cheeks apart as she bent over a bit more. “Now pound it, Sailor. Pound it hard. Slam it up my cunt. I want to hear your thighs slapping against my ass. I want to feel your balls crashing into my clit. Pound me, Sailor. Pound me. Dump your cum deep in there. Give me all your cum juice. Fill me up. Give me a birthday present I’ll remember.”
Her dirty talk spurred me on and I began ramming my dick into her shaved cunt. I had hold of her hips and I pulled her pelvis toward me in rhythm with my thrusts. I slammed my cock in and out, over and over as she was murmuring with delight. Not wanting to draw the attention of the group at the fire pit, she kept her moans to a manageable level. But you could tell she was enjoying this.
“Keep it up, Sailor. Keep banging me hard. Don’t stop, don’t stop. I feel an orgasm coming on. Just pound me, pound me. I love getting pounded hard, feeling you slam into my backside. Yes! Pound it, pound it!” Her encouragement helped and shortly I felt my junk tingling. Without much warning, it came on in a flash. I pulled her hips in hard as I sunk my cock deep inside, letting my wad explode at the bottom of the stroke. My orgasm was so big, my whole body jerked as each spasm of cum squirted into her luscious cunt. Just as I let go, she squealed, a short high-pitched sound. I heard someone at the fire pit say “It’s just Rita. She’s getting it on with the boat guy.”