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Crash a fraternity party on the beach. Two hot college babes get me in a tent for some wild sex. Two sluts, three holes each. Heaven on earth.
56. Sorority Sisters
Early in the morning I made coffee. I've found that that's essential. I really don't function well without my morning cup 'o joe. I double checked the essentials: engine oil level and antifreeze coolant, dinghy secure. I gathered my essentials at the helm and was ready to go.
I cast off the mooring ball and motored out of the harbor. I decided to go on the outside, escape the boredom of the "ditch" and sail freely in the ocean. The first ocean access inlet that was deep enough without a low bridge was a mile north.
Having successfully navigated the shoals typically found around ocean inlets, I was once again in deep, open water. The feelings of freedom, the realization of nothing ahead but the horizon, overjoyed me. It's very therapeutic to suddenly leave the world behind.
I set the sails for a beam reach. I wanted to go north and the wind was coming from the east. Hence, a beam reach. It was a fairly stiff wind, 15 knots constant, gusts to 20+. I was making about 6 knots in 3 to 5 foot waves. My Love Boat was performing well, exactly as designed.
I was about 5 miles offshore, near the edge of the Gulf Stream. This is usually a fairly prime fishing area and the number of boats drifting aimlessly nearby verified this. Private fishing boats, all with their "spotting towers" sticking high up in the air, littered the horizon. An occasional cruise ship or freighter was visible on the horizon, far offshore. I was in my happy place.
An hour into my sail, the wind shifted more to the south. This required me to adjust the sails putting me on a broad reach slowing my speed by 1 to 2 knots. Then, Mother Nature gave me a treat. A pod of dolphins appeared off my starboard bow. 10 to 15 of the sleek mammals would randomly surface to breath, puffing out the stale air with an audible "puhh" sound and a spray of seawater, then sleekly curl back down and disappear. They are magical creatures, disappearing without a trace, only creating a wake when they want to. They were swimming parallel to my heading. A few of them split off and swam close to my boat. Amazing to watch them frolic and play in my bow wake, diving and surfacing so close by. You could see their sleek bodies just below the surface cruising along, bobbing and weaving in the currents. Pure joy!
As it got later in the day, I consulted my charts for a suitable anchorage spot. The overnight weather forecast was for clear skies and calm winds so there was no need to try and duck in off the ocean. I saw a couple of likely spots a couple of miles ahead. I tacked into a port sail, headed toward shore. In an hour or so I was a quarter mile offshore in 15 to 20 feet of water, surveying the shoreline for my nights resting place.
This was a fairly desolate stretch of shoreline. No major cities nearby, but there were a few smaller villages inland. The shore was just white, sandy beach and scrub, no buildings. I did notice a long pier sticking out into the ocean up ahead. Consulting my charts it appeared to be a fishing pier near one of these inland villages.
As I got closer, I could see beach umbrellas and people moving about on the beach. There were several people out on the pier fishing for dinner or just passing the time. I found a suitable spot and dropped hook in 8 feet of water. My binoculars revealed that most of the beach goers were families. Lots of little kids scampering about, coolers and umbrellas, beach chairs filled with overweight blobs, beer can clutched in hand, moms in their one-piece bathing suits. Not my scene. I popped a beer and made some food.
As the sky faded to dusk, the families all packed up and left. To my surprise, they were replaced by a much younger crowd who began filtering in. I did a Google Earth search and discovered that the nearby village was home to a small college.
Soon, there were a couple of tents set up, some groups of beach chairs, coolers and a bonfire. Through my binoculars, it was hard to see much due to the darkness. However, it did look like a much younger crowd. When I heard the music crank up, I decided to go ashore and investigate. I grabbed some joints and a handle of rum before I dropped the dinghy and made my way to shore.
Sure enough, it appeared to be some sort of fraternity gathering. As I beached the dinghy, a couple of studly young guys came over to help pull it up on shore. "Hey, thanks guys! As a token of my appreciation try this." I pulled out a joint, lit it and passed it to the closest guy. The pungent odor quickly attracted a few more partygoers.
I now had a group of 6 or 8 crowded around, so I pulled out another joint to share. The group now included 3 sweet young things in itsy bitsy bikinis barely covering the critical bits of their ideal teenage bodies. The girls peppered me with questions.
"You from that sailboat? Where you going? What's it like? Been anywhere cool?" The questions came so fast I couldn't finish an answer before the next question. By now, a couple of the guys had left and a few more of the hotties had crowded around. "Ladies, ladies! Hold on now. Let me get a drink and I'll tell you all about it. Is there a cup and some ice for my rum?" I pulled out my half gallon bottle of Captain Morgans Spiced rum with an expectant look on my face.
Seeing my mega bottle, two cuties slipped their arms through mine, pressing their bodies close. "Right this way, mister." They led me away toward one of the tents and produced a red solo cup half full of ice. As I poured some in my cup, the girls dumped out the beer in theirs, holding their empty cups out. "Would you mind sharing with us?"
These two were top notch. One had long natural blonde hair, crystal clear "Paul Newman" eyes set in an oval shaped face. Very pretty. Her bright yellow bikini was a contrast against her tan, silky smooth skin. The top was having a hard time containing her 36DD breasts. The sidewalls were fully exposed as was the top half of her dark areolas. It was evident that her fuckbox was clean shaven because the tiny triangle down below didn't cover much.
The other was a suicide blonde, her dense hair falling in large waves to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were almond shaped and seemed to tip upwards at the outside corners. It was a mesmerizing appearance. She had on a dark red bikini, not as revealing as blondies, yet still quite attractive. Her flat belly was supported by some ample "child bearing" hips, wide and secure handholds for any position.
"Ok, ladies. Now that we have refreshments, my name is Sailor and I'll answer any questions you have. But first, I need to know who I'm talking with."
The natural blonde went first. "I'm Tina. I'm a junior at the nearby college and I'm majoring in nursing. I want to specialize in geriatrics. I just love taking care of people, especially older folks." Hmmm ... right up my alley I thought.
Next was the other blonde. "I'm Silvia. I'm also a junior and I'm an accounting/finance double major. I hope to get rich working on Wall Street when I graduate."
"So nice to meet both of you Tina and Silvia. As I said, I'm Sailor and I'm a senior. I'm also a double major. I'm majoring in life and pleasure, but in the school of hard knocks." They both chuckled at my dad joke. "I'm a retired widower, I live on my boat full-time and I just travel around meeting lovely people like you. Every port I stop in routinely results in making new friends."
I noticed that their cups were nearly empty. Once I refilled them I set the bottle down in the sand and pulled out another joint to share. They gladly accepted my hospitality. As we passed it among us they continued the questioning. Where had I been, what about storms and hurricanes, what's it like out on the ocean. They were inquisitive and seemed interested, hanging on my every word.
I answered their questions highlighting the good times, the positives. "You know, girls, it's a wonderful life. Mostly carefree except when there's a breakdown. But even those annoyances don't compare to the loneliness I feel sometimes. Yes, the solitude can be nice. It's refreshing once you get beyond cellphone reception. Nothing but the sky and the ocean, the dolphins and being in tune with nature. But that solitude comes at a price."
They both furrowed their brows. Silvia said "It sounds delightful to me. I dread the constant attention required to keep up with everything, everyone, classwork, social media. It sounds like heaven to be away from all that." Tina nodded in agreement.
"What's missing, girls, is the human touch. I don't necessarily mean sex, although that's critical, too. What I mean is just having someone nearby, the occasional hug, the hand on the shoulder, the brushing past one another in the hall, the hip bumps in my small kitchen." The girls looked at one another, doing their female telepathy thing, set down their drinks with a girlish giggle, and then smothered me. Four hands and two tight bodies trying to meld into mine.
Their hands stroked all over me. They pressed their nubile frames tight against mine. All the while giggling like adolescent girls. As their hands roamed freely across my body, they both made it a point to rub across my junk and squeeze my ass. They were bold and uninhibited as they ran their hands under my shirt, pausing at my nipples to give them some extra attention.
When they were finished they each leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. Tina said "So how was that, Sailor man? Will that hold you for awhile?" They both giggled again.
Sylvia went a step further, getting bold and personal. "Yeah. I hadn't thought about that. What do you do for sex? I just couldn't live without sex on a regular basis. I mean, sure. I have a viberator, but I only use it when I can't get laid. Which isn't very often!" She and Tina laughed out loud at that one.
"Me, too" Tina offered. "Sil and I have connected with the jock fraternity on campus. I guess you could call us their 'in house call girls'. Whenever they call we show up. We've had some pretty wild times at the frat house. Sil, remember when we had that 'one for all, all for one' party? Sailor, it was dynamite! Each of us got to fuck every single frat member. In one night! Then, of course, word spread. Guys from all over campus lined the halls waiting their turn. I had cum dripping from my holes for days. I was sore for a week!"
"Damn, girls! Now you make me wish I was younger and enrolled at your college. I know which fraternity I'd join!"
Silvia still wanted an answer. "You never answered my question, Sailor. What do you do for sex?"
"Well, Silvia. I masturbate. I jack off. A lot. And, when I'm in a port or at a marina, I seek out the willing. I have to admit though, that it's getting harder and harder to attract any female, willing or not. And sometimes it's weeks between stops. And all I have is my hand. In fact, I haven't been laid in, let's see, well, it's going on two weeks now."
The girls did their telepathy thing again. Without any dialogue, they slipped their arms through mine and led me into the nearby tent. I noticed a lot of furtive glances between them, apparently deciding who was going to do what, who was going first, whatever.
Silvia concentrated on my belt and pants while Tina pulled my head toward hers and started making out with me. This beautiful blonde, pulling me in, planting her warm, wet lips on mine was exciting and my dick started it's journey toward the sky.
Suddenly, I felt two warm lips and a wet tongue encircle my expanding cock. As Silvia got into her rhythm on my cock, I began groping Tina's tit. Her barely there top somehow vanished so I broke our wet kiss and bent my head to envelope her areola and rock hard nipple. Her areola was crinkled up and my tongue had fun trying to smooth out the pebbles and creases.
Tina held the back of my head, squashing my face into her boob. She was letting out a low, growling moan. Silvia now had my cock knocking at her deepthroat door. Her head was bobbing in and out and she'd stop every so often to stroke him and deposit her accumulated spit on my shaft.
As if on cue, Silvia stopped and Tina broke away. Tina dropped to her knees and took over where Silvia had left off. I noticed that Silvia was shedding her bikini and getting down on her hands and knees.
"Okay, Tina. I'm ready. Make sure he's good and wet." Tina moved aside to allow me to approach Silvia from behind, on the ground doggy style. I crouched down a bit to line things up and Tina assisted by grabbing my stiff cock and guiding it to Silvia's pussy.
As I entered her love canal, Tina cupped my scrotum in her hand from behind. Silvia groaned as my thick cock entered her. She was swelled up inside and I had to push hard to gain any depth. Once I had him fully inside, Tina began working my balls like worry beads. Soon she moved around in front of and to the side of me. She was doing her best to eat Silvia's asshole.
With Tina's face right there, I took advantage. I'd stroke my dick in Silvia's cunt, withdraw, then slide it into Tina's mouth. Take a couple of strokes, then return to the cunt. I can't remember the last time I had this pleasure but I made a mental note to do it again soon. It was delightful.
As my thrusts into Silvia's wet pussy got more intense, Tina moved away and lay on her back on the ground. She attempted to suck on Silvia's tits but soon found that nearly impossible. I was now slamming my cock into Silvia, making her body jolt and her tits swing wildly beneath her chest. Tina could only grope them but couldn't keep her mouth attached.
"Can I have your ass, too?" I croaked between thrusts.
"Oh, God yes! Please take my ass. That fat cock will stretch me wide!"
I repositioned my dick, placing his swollen head on her anus. He was dripping wet from her cunt so had no trouble popping in. "Oh, fuck! Holy shit! He's so fucking big! Push him in! Push him in! Stretch my ass, Sailor man, stretch it wide!"
Tina was now kneeling beside Silvia's ass, spitting on the pleasure point. I worked my cock in until my balls were spanking her wet cunt. It felt so fucking good to have my dick balls deep in this tight teenage asshole.
With Tina's head right there, I repeated my maneuver from earlier. I put one hand on Tina's head and swiveled it so that I could alternate between Silvia's ass and Tina's mouth. A few strokes in one hole, a few strokes in the other.
To watch my dick slide deep up a gaping asshole, then do the same into such a pretty face was so erotic, so stimulating that I couldn't hold back. My cum came shooting out, thick ribbons painting Tina's face and splattering on Silvia's gape. The sight and the feelings were almost more than I could handle. I fell to my knees, then collapsed on my back, huffing and puffing. Tina leaned over and took my glans gently between her lips, rubbing my frenulum softly with her tongue.
"Appears as if we've filled in the missing parts in your life, Sailor man. Let's go see what's happening at the bonfire" Silvia said. As I gathered up my backpack, I noticed that the handle of rum I had left in the sand was gone. Such a small price to pay for such immense pleasure.