After such an exhilarating introduction to my newly found cabin sluts, it was time to cast off. "OK, ladies. That was wonderful but it's time to get underway. Everyone ready?" "As ready as we'll ever be" they responded in unison.
I climbed up into the cockpit and started the motor. The girls followed and watched intently as I engaged all the various gauges and instruments. Once convinced that we were ready, I issued my first order to my new crew. "One of you go forward and untie us from the mooring ball." Young Christy jumped up and made her way to the bow. It was a delight to watch her tight little ass as she made her way forward. She bent over at the waist to untie us, giving me not only a spectacular view, but an instant erection.
I put the boat in gear and started motoring out of the harbor. Christy stood at the bow, enthralled as we passed the other boats and headed out into open water. When she finally returned to the cockpit, I said "You can stow the mooring lines in this locker." She looked at me with wonder, shame, amazement, and surprise all rolled into one pretty face. "I don't have them. I untied them from the boat and just dropped them. I did what you asked. Did I do something wrong?" "Oh you sweet summer’s child. Those mooring lines stay with the boat, not with the ball! Those lines cost about $75 each. Good thing I have backups. That’s a mistake you won't make again."
She plopped down on the bench seat, her shoulders hunched over, her head hanging down. Her vibe was total defeat, embarrassment, shame. Her chin started to tremble turning into a full on cry. Pam put her arm around Christie's shoulder. "There, there. Not to worry, my angel. We'll get Sailor some new ones in the Keys." As Christy was sobbing she managed to get out "I'm so sorry Sailor ... I didn't know ... I feel so ashamed ... I wish there was something I could do to make it better." Pam handed her a tissue and Christy wiped her tears away and blew her nose.
Suddenly, Christy sat bolt upright, a mischievous smile on her face. "I have it. I understand that you're driving the boat and all, but is there any way I could massage your cock with my mouth while you drive? There aren't any other boats around and you have autopilot, right? It's the least I can do. Plus, I haven't had the chance to taste your cock yet. Win, win, win!"
"Christy, I've had my cock sucked dozens of times while at the helm. The trick to it is for you to find a comfortable position so that we can both manage our jobs. If you can get comfortable, have at it!"
No sooner were the words were out of my mouth, than Christy was sitting next to me. She grabbed my hips and twisted me sideways as she hooked her thumbs into my boxers, dropping them to the floor. She kept her hands on my butt cheeks to steady herself. I looked down to see a young, pretty face, eager brown eyes staring up at me. She flashed a quick smile and gave me a wink as she used her outstretched tongue to wrangle my still soft dick into her mouth.
Christy had talent, no question. My preference is to take long, slow, deep strokes while watching my stiff cock slide in and out. When I've had my jollies and can feel that unmistakable tingle, I like it faster, all the way to rapid fire pounding. Christie's technique was faster, shorter strokes from the beginning, with more emphasis on using her tongue on the sensitive underside.
I placed my hands on the back of her head and held it still as I began to slowly fuck her mouth. "That's it, baby. Nice and slow at first. Let me just fuck your mouth. I love watching my cock slide in and out of your wet mouth. The wetter the better, slut. Drool on me, slobber on my dick, spit to keep it lubed. Just give me your sloppy mouth, be my little mouth whore, honey." All the while I was talking trash to her, I kept up my stroking, watching my shaft disappear down her throat.
At one point, I glanced over at Pam. She had her bottoms pulled aside exposing her genitals, her legs held up high. She used one hand to spread her pussy lips apart. The other hand was furiously destroying her clit while taking short interludes to ram three fingers up her twat. The sight of Pam masturbating did it for me. I pulled Christie's head in tight as I rammed my cock in deep, dumping a massive load down her throat.
Christy came up coughing and sputtering just as Pam cried out "Holy Fuck! That's it! That's it! I'm CUMMMMMING!!!" Her pelvis jerked and twitched a couple of times as she let out a long, satisfied moan. Christy chimed in with "Well, I feel better and I know mom does, too. How 'bout you, Sailor?" Before I could answer, she continued "But I still didn't get to taste your cum. You shot your load so deep in my mouth, it was gone before I could taste much."
"Yes, Christy. That felt wonderful and I do feel better. And if you let me fuck your mouth like that again, I promise that I'll shoot my load so that you can taste it." "Captain Sailor, you can fuck my mouth like that any time you want. Your dick is just the right size for my mouth. And I dig your technique. But I hope that you won't ignore my other holes. They like getting fucked, too." "I'm certain that we'll find a way to keep everybody happy and satisfied, Christy."
