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Party on my boat with three drunk college girls.

48. Willow And Dakota (Conclusion) -- Drunk Time

As I continued my trip up the east coast of Florida, I found myself in a smaller marina. The two very hot dockhands, college age girls, had brought a couple of friends to my boat to party and "entertain" me.

Abby and I distributed the fresh drinks. Willow took hers and gave Abby the third degree. "What took you so long, Ab? You guys were down there forever! What, were you sucking his dick or something?" They all roared with laughter.

"Other way round, Wil. He was licking my cunt. He's pretty damn good at it but you wouldn't know. You've never had yours even touched, much less licked."

They all chuckled and silence reigned as Willow tried to form a retort. Then Dakota piped up, fixing her stare directly at me. "Well, mine's been touched, licked, fucked, pounded ... you name it. I've been wondering if this guy's any better than uncle Tim or not. I bet he is. Anybody want to place bets? I need more cash for the concert next weekend."

This was an interesting turn of events. Was she serious? Or was this just one of their frat party games? I spoke up. "Hey, hey, now. Hold on a second. I'm not so sure that I want to be part of your parlor game. Maybe Chris is a better mark. Until you figure it out, I'm just gonna keep chugging my scotch and smoking my dubes." I fired up yet another one passing it to Chris.

An awkward silence enveloped the group as they passed the joint among them. Finally, Dakota came and sat next to me. She pressed her shoulder against mine and put her hand on my thigh. "Sorry if we offended you, Sailor. We were just having some fun. But beware. With this much alcohol and weed available, our fun tends to get out of hand. Right girls?"

A murmuring of agreement until Chris spoke up. "Mr. Sailor, I've known these girls since grade school. They're a wild bunch. You never know where the night is going to go until the next day. But I'll tell you one thing. They live life fully, no holding back with this bunch. My advice to you, Mr. Sailor, is to sip your scotch, enjoy the scenery and go with the flow. I guarantee that you won't regret it."

I took a big swallow of my drink. With a big smile on my face "First, Chris, drop the 'Mister' bullshit. Please. Mister Sailor was my dad. I'm just Sailor. And second, I can go with the flow but I'm not in any contest with uncle Tim or anybody else. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in having sex with any one of these gorgeous women. But my interest and their willingness are two disparate things. I'm not one of those creepy old guys who hit on young girls. That is, unless they signal consent.

"Now, how about a drinking game? Let me get a handle and some shot glasses. You guys agree on a game." I disappeared below, convinced that I had just ruined any chance I had of bedding any one of these girls. Just enjoy the view I told myself.

We played some silly game, everyone doing shots until we were all pretty toasted. During play I noticed the three girls whispering to each other, nods of approval, lots of giggling, and furtive glances my way.

Soon they were plenty drunk and lost interest in the drinking game. Dakota took over the music, starting a new playlist at a higher volume. I saw Willow and Abby looking at each other, head bobs, shrugged shoulders, eyes talking to one another, but no words spoken. Finally, Abby came over by me. She leaned in close and whispered "can you show me your bathroom? I need to pee."

I led her below and showed her how a marine toilet works. As I turned to leave to give her privacy, she asked "can you stay down here with me, Sailor? In case I have trouble. I'm pretty tipsy."

When she was finished she emerged from the head and locked onto my eyes with a determined look. She came close, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back and soon we were making out. I ran my hand up her loose top searching for her trainer bra sized tits. She had no bra on but her nipple was hard and erect. Her boobs were small, nearly nonexistent, disappearing in my hand.

"Ever since Willow teased me about sucking you off, it's all I can think about. I want you to drop your shorts and let me try." As she was saying this, her hand was fondling my rapidly expanding dick. I led her to the settee and got her sitting down.

Abby fumbled with my belt, eventually succeeding in dropping my drawers to the floor. My cock was now rock hard. When she pulled my boxers down, my dick was standing straight up, throbbing and jerking around. She clutched it in her fingers and tentatively put the glans in her mouth. It looked enormous next to her slender face. She bobbed her head up and down trying to get more of him in her mouth.

I don't know if she was just drunk or if she was a rookie at giving head. She struggled to get any more than about three inches into her narrow mouth. In an effort to show her how it's done, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled it toward me as I pushed it deeper in her mouth. She recoiled, pulling her head away as spit and drool spilled from her mouth. I took hold of my dick and pushed four inches in, pulled him out and spanked her face with it. Then back in, each time trying to get more and more cock in her mouth.

She wasn't having it. Every time I'd shove him in, she'd recoil and pull her head away. Seeing that this was a lost cause, I said "Abby, what I really want to do is fuck your pussy. Can you pull your pants off and lay on the bed?"

Somewhat dazed and mostly drunk she complied. Seeing her tall, slender body with her long legs spread open was somehow erotic. Her body had no curves, it was straight, like a stick figure. Her smooth, shaved pussy was just a thin slit. I climbed between her open legs and she raised them and put them over my shoulders. My fat glans rubbed against her narrow slit parting it just enough. It was moist, thankfully.

Her pussy was very narrow. My cock struggled to enter her, succeeding only with great effort and some gasps of either pain or pleasure from Abby. I pushed and pushed, finally getting about three inches in. Her pussy was incredibly tight and narrow and she was making some grunts and gasps. "Am I hurting you, Abby? If this hurts we can stop."

"It hurts a little. I've only been fucked twice before and never with a cock your size. It's so fucking fat! It's stretching me too much. I don't think I can take it."

When we returned to the cockpit, Abby looked dejected. Her head hung down and she wouldn't look at her partners in crime. Keep in mind that we were all pretty drunk by now. Smart mouth Willow taunted Abby again saying "Ab, that was the longest bathroom break ever. I'll bet you two did the nasty and didn't invite us! You'll pay for that, wench!"

"I tried, Wil, but ... but ... well, you give it a whirl."

"Allright, I will. Sailor, you ready to get your socks knocked off? Take me below and let me have a whack at it."

"Willow, I'm more than happy to let you 'have a whack at it', but you're playing with fire. Forewarned is forearmed as they say. But before we start whacking, let's do a couple more shots and hit this." I lit a joint, hit it and passed it to Willow as I reached for the nearly empty handle of liquor. I downed a shot and passed the bottle to Willow. She downed two shots and passed it on to Dakota.

We went below and it was clear that Willow was near her limit. I grabbed her and pulled her in tight, planting my lips on hers. She was so drunk she had trouble kissing me. I did take advantage and fondle her nicely sized and shaped boobs. I clutched them and kneaded them, pinching her hard nipples. They were nice boobs and, under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed them more fully.

After her sloppy, uncontrolled kiss, I held her at arms length. She was wobbly and needed me to hold her steady. Her eyes were glazed over and they weren't tracking well.

"Willow, I find you to be an extremely beautiful woman. And that body of yours! It's perfect in all the right places." I put my hand back on her breast and squeezed and kneaded it. "Honestly, I would love nothing more than to pull your pants down and ravish that oh, so desirable body. But I think you're just a tad bit too drunk for that. I wouldn't feel right about taking advantage of such a lovely young lady. Let's just tell everybody that we fucked until we were sore and couldn't go on anymore. Sound like a plan?"

Her eyes were droopy and she was having difficulty holding her head up. In very slurred speech I think she told me that she really liked my cock and we should do it again sometime; something like that. As I helped her climb the stairs to the cockpit her foot caught on the top step and she fell forward, tumbling into the cockpit.

Abby and Chris saw her condition and helped her up. Dakota did too and she wasn't as visibly drunk as the others. Dakota took over. "Abby, Chris, it's time to get Wil home and pour her into bed. Why don't you guys take her home and I'll follow along. I want to help Sailor clean up the mess we've made. I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?"

We watched as the three of them stumbled down the dock, weaving from side to side, arms wrapped around each other for support. I hoped that they weren't driving.

No sooner than they were gone, Dakota turned to me. She hesitated slightly, then rushed at me, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a wet kiss on my mouth. We enjoyed a powerful kiss, full of electricity and desire.

When we came up for air she said "I've been waiting for this all fucking night. I've had the hots for you since you hit the fuel dock. I can't wait to get you in bed. It's something about the vibe you send out. It's very powerful, very erotic, very stimulating. I tuned into you right from the beginning. I can't wait any longer. My pussy is drenched and about to explode if we don't do something about it now."

As soon as we were below, it was a rip, shred, hormone fueled teenager race to get naked. She looked at my erect cock, jerking around. "Holy fuck! I'm not sure if can handle that but I sure want to try!" She threw herself on the bed, spread her legs and began rubbing her groin. She quickly pushed two fingers in her twat, then licked them clean. She was hot. On fire. And ready to fuck.

I nearly dove on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I guided my stiff dick to her wet pussy. It only took one swipe with my dick and her pussy opened wide. Talk about wet! We were only getting started and she felt like she had just pulled a train. Her cunt was so wet my cock slid right in. She was all swelled up inside as my dick stretched her apart.

"Oh, holy fuck! You're big! I fucking love it! Stretch me, baby, stretch me. Damn! That feels so Goddamn good. Pound me with that big cock! Pound me! I want to feel every inch deep in my cunt. Motherfuck, Sailor, take me, fuck me, I'm all yours."

I must admit that she had an exceptionally nice pussy. My strokes were even and tempered. Slow strokes trying to find bottom. Her cunt slowly started to loosen up. I pushed her legs up so her knees were next to her head. I shifted up on my knees for a better angle. Once she was folded in half and I was directly above her, I let loose.

As I was pounding her, our bodies were slapping against each other. There's something about that noise, two bodies slapping together in the throes of passion. The sound, the rhythm, the moans and groans. It's stuff made in heaven.

Dakota would occasionally suck her breath in then let out a squeek and a moan. I could feel her twat juice up. She did this several times as I pummeled her body. I figured that she was having an orgasm.

I continued slamming into her cunt as hard as I could for as long as I could. For some reason, an orgasm was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to enjoy fucking this college girl for as long as I could. Eventually I got winded and slowed down. I took long, slow even strokes again as I caught my breath. Dakota took my face in her hands, looked deeply into my eyes and said "I want you to do that up my ass now."

"I'd love it. Can you be on top?"

"If that's what you want."

We rolled over with my cock still in her pussy. Her entire fuckbox was so damn wet there was no need for ass lube. She raised up to release my dick from her cunt and reached between her legs to show him where to go. Her anus was still puckered up tight. She got the head of my dick positioned at her back door and slowly sat down in an even motion, forcing him inside inch by glorious inch.

Once her cheeks were resting on me she bounced up and down twice, quickly. She let out an eerie moan as she had another orgasm. "Oh, fuck ... oh, my God ... Holy Jesus ... motherfucker you're big ... you're stretching my ass ... you're stretching it wide ... shit that's good ... oh, so good." Her bouncing up and down on my stiff rod felt marvelous. She was panting and slamming her ass down on my pelvis. She couldn't get enough. She couldn't give me enough.

I pulled her chest down to me and cradled her perfectly rounded butt cheeks in my hands. They fit in my hands like gloves. My hips started thrusting upwards, sending my cock deep into her forbidden hole. I jackhammered her ass while holding her butt in my hands. She was still panting and moaning.

Just as I felt the first twinges of an orgasm, Dakota beat me to it. She sat upright and screamed out "YES ... YES ... THERE IT IS ... OOHHHH" Her pussy flooded and she squirted on my chest just as I released my own flood deep up her ass. I could feel that my load was thick and there was lots of it. Five spasms up her asshole. She collapsed back down on my chest. We both lay there, our bodies glistening with sweat, our lungs desperate to be filled.

When she raised up to free my soft cock from her ass, it made a sucking, slurping noise and my cum streamed down onto my pubes.

"I wish you wouldn't have shut down my bet earlier. I would have cleaned up. There's zero, zilch, absolutely no comparison between you and Tim. You are a far better lover, much better technique and you're about twice the size of him. I just knew it. I just had a feeling. Call it woman's intuition, whatever."

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