Ch. 27: Welcome Committee Visits

Chapter 27: Welcome Committee Visits

When I woke up the next morning, my rock-hard erection could not be ignored. As I started stroking him, my mind reviewed the events of the last couple of days. Mouth fucking, ass fucking, cum juice dribbling everywhere, sex with a guy, sex in public. My mind flitted among so many images, it was difficult to focus on just one.

Oddly, it was the image of Carla, on her ass fucking rig, in the restaurant kitchen, bent over with her whole fuckbox glistening wet and waiting to be ravished that did it. In real life I had been unwilling or unable to perform with kitchen help watching. Not this morning. My mind saw me drop my drawers and pull out my dick, now half hard from the visage of her hairy fuckbox.

In my fantasy, I grabbed some lube and started greasing my cock which brought him to attention. He found her tiny, puckered asshole and forced his way in. Not a peep from Carla. I kept pushing as my stiff rod stretched her tight anus, getting deeper with each stroke. Still, no sound from Carla.

I inched forward and grabbed her hips tightly as I bent over and started ramming my whole cock into her ass like a pile driver. I was fucking her ass like one dog fucks another. I could feel my balls smacking against her pussy.

By now she was moaning, telling me to keep going, just like that, fuck my ass, just pound me, dump your cum load deep in my nasty ass. This mental image and my fist stroking my dick did it. I shot a wild squirt of cum up my belly, hitting me in the face. The next spasms squirted on my belly and felt just as good.

With that out of the way, I made coffee and climbed into the cockpit to contemplate my next move. I had stumbled upon a small marina, in a small town that seemed to have no rules about sex. What’s wrong with that? I asked myself.

Too limited a pool of partners. But now you’ve had a guy, doubling your ‘pool.’ Yeah, but I don’t know the others, I might not get along – and I just feel like I want something different. The argument in my head went on, back and forth, for what seemed like hours. I had the proverbial devil on one shoulder, angel on the other, both making valid arguments.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a dinghy pulled alongside. It startled me, as I hadn’t heard it coming. “Ahoy, Sailor! Permission to come aboard?” To my surprise, it was Carla, together with two of the most attractive females on the planet! “Permission Granted! Even encouraged” I shouted as I beckoned them aboard. As these three beauties settled themselves into the cockpit, I went below getting coffee for all. At the last second, my eye caught sight of my virgin bottle of Kahlua. It came with me to the cockpit.

As I prepared coffee and Kahlua, we introduced ourselves. Carla went first. “Everyone knows me, but I want to introduce you to Sailor, new to the marina and very talented, if you know what I mean.” All three girls giggled and shot those “knowing” glances at each other.

Crystal went next. She was no taller than 5’3”, short Pixie cut in shades of blonde, white, gray hair sitting atop a round, almost chubby, face.