Ch. 42: Rita’s Birthday Present

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.