13. A Fist Full Of Ginger
The mother/daughter team who had hitched a ride to the Florida Keys on my boat now had jobs. Even though the sex was intense and nonstop, I hoped they'd find their own place so that I could continue my journey.
Before lunchtime, Pam announced that she was going up to shower and throw in a small load of laundry. She gathered her things and disappeared. Christy was lost in her phone so I popped a beer and reclined in the cockpit. Surprisingly, I got an instant buzz going. Not wanting to lose my edge, I went below for a refill.
Seeing sweet young Christy sitting there, wearing only her skimpy underwear, staring at her phone, somehow got my juices flowing. "Time to perform, Christy. Get your butt down on the floor, sit with your back against the bulkhead." Startled, she looked at me with a blank stare. "Sit right there" I ordered, pointing to a spot.
Reluctantly, she obliged. I stepped in front of her and released my hardening cock from my boxers. Suddenly she put two and two together and knew what I wanted. When she reached her hand up to guide him to her mouth, I batted it away. "No hands" I barked.
I commenced to fucking her skull with abandon. I showed no mercy, just a brutal mouth fucking. I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth, pushing it balls deep and holding it in deep. I'd withdraw it to allow her to empty her spit and gasp for some air. Then right back in her sloppy wet mouth. My hands were on her head, holding it still as I raped her mouth over and over. I was relentless.
My forceful mouth fuck finally resulted in a big orgasm. When I felt it well up down in my nether region, I rammed my stiff dick in deep and pressed her head against my abdomen, her nose flattened against my pelvis. I pumped my entire load down her throat as I held her head against me. When I released her, she gagged, coughed, spit and heaved. She almost threw up but it was only a dry heave.
"That was unexpected. Where'd that come from? I wasn't expecting that." Christy said this almost indignantly, as if I had done something out of bounds or off limits.
"I'm the Captain of this ship, remember? And the Captain's word is law, remember? You're lucky I didn't take your ass while I was at it. Maybe next time. Or maybe we'll invite a couple of your new restaurant studs to join us in a gangbang, huh? Wouldn't that be fun. Three cocks, three holes. The math works out just right."
Christy looked at me like I was some kind of alien. "Are you OK, Sailor? It's like something's come over you. Have I done something wrong?"
I popped open a beer and chugged half of it. "To be honest, Christy, I'm realizing that you and your mom will be gone soon. I'm beginning to realize that the exceptional, unlimited sex you two have showered me with will be over soon. I'm having premature withdrawal symptoms."
"Oh, Sailor! That's not true! When we get an apartment it won't be far. We'll still be able to hang."
"That's a nice thought, Christy. But once you guys get set up, I'll be casting off for my next port, my next conquest. There are too many places to go and too many people to meet to get bogged down."
Just as I finished, we heard Pam climbing aboard. As she entered the main salon, she was radiant, she smelled delicious, she was fresh. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her in a bear hug embrace. I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled her being. I grabbed her head in both hands, looked her square in the eyes and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on her mouth.
When I pulled away, she had a look of surprise, wonder and befuddlement on her face. She looked at Christy asking with her eyes "Whaaattt? Is he okay?" Understanding her mom's confusion, Christy just shrugged her shoulders. "No clue, mom. He had a couple of beers and just sort of flipped out. I think he'll be okay."
"I hope so. It's almost time to go to work. Get dressed and I'll call a cab. Maybe giving Sailor some alone time will bring him back to his senses."
Once the girls left for work, I cast about for my evenings entertainment. I could go to the on-site restaurant and see if Carrie was available. Maybe even Ginger, her pornstar buddy. Ginger would be my choice, but both together, again, might not be bad. I decided to give it a go.
I downed a few beers to set my mood, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I ambled over to the restaurant.
Upon entering, I saw Carrie at the bar. Taking a stool, I ordered a beer. "What brings you back so soon, Sailor? Or do I even need to ask!" She flashed a knowing look my way.
"Yup. You guessed it. I was wondering when you got off and if maybe I could return the favor and entertain you on my boat."
"Tonight doesn't work for me, Sailor. Sorry. I'm working a double and won't get off until much later."
"Bummer. I was hoping to see you and maybe Ginger tonight."
"I'll call Ginger and see if she's available. She was enamored with your story and really tuned into your vibe. She really likes you. Let me give her a call." A few minutes later it was all set. "She's excited and will be here in a half hour. How's that?"
"Perfect. Thanks for calling her. "
Ginger arrived looking more enticing than before. She wore a tight micro-miniskirt, hardly long enough to cover her privates. Above, she had on a form fitting top, very low cut. Her breasts were only partially wrapped, giving the observer a view of more skin than not. I hadn't noticed last time but her nipples were rather large. They were clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric.
I introduced her to my Love Boat and took her drink order. We sat in the cockpit, the anticipation of what was to come sparking like static in the air. After some idle "How was your day" chit chat, she emptied her drink and put her hand on the back of my neck. She pulled me in and planted a wet kiss on my mouth.
We kissed, passionately, for a few minutes. When we broke, I suggested that she allow me to refill her drink. I awkwardly went below, my boner making my movements stiff and unnatural. Ginger followed right along, wanting some privacy from prying eyes passing by on the dock.
Once below, it wasn't the rip, shred frantic hurry of hormone fueled teenagers. She was, or had been, a pro. Our foreplay was much more measured, designed to inflict the maximum amount of pleasure.
As I handed her drink to her, she casually, as if it was a normal, everyday question, asked "So the other night you ate my pussy and I had you pound my ass. That's two holes. How about we start off with my mouth?" She had a very matter-of-fact attitude, I guess from her years in the porn industry.
The fellatio she performed was like what you see on porn, but on steroids. Not ***********ed, just flat out see how he responds and give him more. If I wasn't holding her head and fucking her mouth, she was actively fucking my cock with her throat or jacking him off. It was nonstop action.
We started with me standing in front of her sitting, soon moving to me lying on the bed with her between my legs. Eventually, she lay on her belly up on her elbows and I stroked her mouth standing up.
As a coup de grâce, she lay on the bed on her back, her head hanging down over the edge. It was stimulating to watch her throat bulge as my cock slid in and out. As I took full advantage of her mouth and throat, a river of spit and saliva was streaming down her pretty face.
I pulled him out and dumped my load on her face, adding to the sloppy mess already there.
We took a break so that I could recharge. We downed another drink as she regaled me with some outrageous stories from her active porn days. Guys not being able to achieve wood, staff openly fucking the talent in any available corner, girls puking, anal scenes resulting in serious messes of shit everywhere. Apparently, it's not all as glamorous as it's portrayed on film.
Eventually, she took the lead again. "You said that you prefer oral and anal. Get me some lube, please. We've done the oral both ways now and you've had my ass. Now I want to explore your ass. Ever had your ass fisted?"
She had me lie on the bed on my belly, my hips raised. She smeared lube on her whole hand and applied a generous amount on and in my anus. Starting with two fingers, she cautiously inserted them up my asshole. It felt awesome to have her stretch my ass wide. As she two-finger fucked my hole, it began to loosen up. Then came three fingers; then four. I was loving the feeling of four fingers reaming my butt.
Without warning, she curled her hand and added her thumb to the mix. She jammed her whole hand into my gaping hole up to her wrist. Holy fuck!! The rush of having her whole fist in my anus was immense. As she pumped her fist in and out, she reached between my legs and jacked off my rock hard dick.
This was sensory overload on my part. I was moaning and groaning, I was spouting off gibberish, I was drooling. It was mostly from having her whole hand fully up my ass, but it was also the mental image I had. This red-haired beauty, her hand up my bum, jacking me off - without warning I squirted one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. I jerked and twitched and collapsed on my belly, unable to take any more.
