I got drunk and "whisky dick" joined me to fuck a hot 20 yr old for hours.
31. Whisky Dick
All preparations were complete to cast off on my next adventure except one. I had revisited each of my lovers in this port except Vista. I had purposely left her until last because she was the most problematic.
Don't misinterpret. Vista was still the most visually appealing female I have encountered in my many travels and decades of life. Her body just didn't quit. It looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods, specifically for my pleasure. Her face, with those big, soulful eyes, beckoned me. And I wanted to see her again.
Yet, she was a siren, a temptress, and I felt like Odysseus being lured in with every encounter. That was the problem.
Our first meeting had gone well. This raving beauty had allowed me to bury my face in her exquisite cunt. It had been memorable. Our second engagement had started off swimmingly. I had the pleasure of seeing my hard cock pummel that angelic face. Then, before she passed out drunk, she allowed me to ravish her pussy.
It was the next morning when things unraveled. She showed her true colors and made it clear that she wanted to get her hooks into me. Like, permanently. Red flag number one. I dodged that bullet only to have it ricochet.
Vista is Carrie's ex-daughter-in-law. They are still quite close. In fact, Carrie introduced me to Vista. When I was entertaining Carrie in my "farewell" visit, Vista interfered, albeit only via phone. So, by showing interest in Carrie, I was driving a wedge between her and Vista. Ricochet into red flag number two.
I found Vista such a perfect specimen of the human body that my desires clouded my better judgment. The angel on one shoulder said "leave it alone - don't stir up trouble - she's a siren - she'll crash you into the rocks." The devil on the other screamed "dude - she's so fucking hot - and you can have your way with her - don't pass this one up!"
Just this morning I had entertained Marcy. She had left before noon. Afterwards, I had done some day drinking and I was about half drunk by now. So I listened to the devil. I called Vista.
"Hello? Is this my beloved Sailor?"
"Well, yes, it's definitely Sailor. How have you been?"
"Oh, eeking by, not doing much. It's uncanny that you're calling. I was just thinking about calling you."
"Oh, really? What for?"
"Well, honestly, Sailor, I've been thinking a lot about my actions the last few days. I realize how childish and troublesome I've been acting. I spent most of yesterday sitting on the beach just reflecting on my life and how screwed up I am.
"I was going to call you to see if I could come visit. Maybe make amends and soak up some of your wisdom, your therapeutic vibes. I just wanted you to hold me and tell me that everything will work out and that I'll be okay."
Here was yet another turn of events from this raving beauty. Should I believe her and take her at face value? Or was this just another one of her siren songs to lure Odysseus to his demise?
My half drunk libido won. The benefits of unbridled sex with this coquetteish nymph, with her stunning good looks and her "to die for" body outweighed the risk of foundering on the rocks.
"Vista, you're always welcome aboard my Love Boat. Why don't you come over now."
"Really?" she said with excitement in her voice. "I can be there in a half hour."
"Great. I'll see you soon then."
Right on time she called out "Sailor, oh Sailor! Anybody home?" I was once again taken aback by her overwhelming good looks. Like most 20 something year olds, she had a tiny, form fitting top on. If it had been flesh colored it would appear as if she had forgotten to put on a top at all.
Below her exposed midriff were a sorry excuse for shorts. You could hardly call them shorts; they were more like a glorified G-string. Not much fabric there, just enough to keep her out of jail for public nudity.
"Hey, Vista! Welcome aboard. I must say I love your outfit. Do a spin for me. Let me see the whole thing."
Vista raised her arms straight up and, with a seductive expression, twirled around. Her ass cheeks were on full display. I almost choked at how sexy her backside appeared.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure. What's that you're drinking? It looks good. Can I have one of those?"
"Uh, sure. You ever had single malt scotch before? It's kind of an acquired taste."
"Let me have a sip of yours to see if I like it." She took a fairly hearty mouthful, gulping it down, not savoring it as intended. "Oohhh ... that's good. Tastes kind of musky. I like it."
As I was below pouring hers and topping off mine, I realized that I was very pleasantly buzzed. The thought of having a "whisky dick" later crossed my mind.
In the cockpit she started telling me about her recent self assessment. She babbled on and on about her insecurities, her lack of appropriate filters and so forth. I nodded with an appropriate "un-huh" every so often. But I barely heard a word she said. I was fixated on her body and her beautiful face. Mostly on her body.
The way she was sitting with both feet drawn up by her crotch gave me a clear view of her crotch, thinly covered with very fine pubic hairs. The barely there "shorts" gave no cover and I could clearly see her vagina, an inviting sight. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
My penis was responding slowly, only half hard, yet visible through my shorts. And a small spot of precum had appeared.
Vista kept up her soliloquy as I kept drinking my scotch. I got more and more distracted staring at her crotch. At one point, she finished her drink, bottoms up, and held it out to me for a refill. I was so lost staring at her pussy that I didn't even notice.
"Sailor, oh, Sailor." She snapped her fingers. "Earth to Sailor! Have you been listening to me at all? I've been pouring out my innermost thoughts. Have you heard even a word I've said?"
I took her empty glass and scurried to the safety of my galley. Returning topside, I handed her drink to her. "Vista, I'm sorry. I'm half in the bag and my thoughts have been highjacked by ... by ... well, by that!" I pointed right at the pussy I had been staring at this whole time.
She blushed a lovely shade of pink and chuckled. "Well, why didn't you say something? Mother of Jesus, Sailor. All you have to do is ask. To think that I've been talking my head off and wasting all this time when you could have been enjoying my cunt. Jesus, Sailor. I'm beginning to wonder about you."
She stood up and extended her hand. "Come on, Sailor man. Let's take care of you." She led me down below.
She beat me in the race to get naked. She reclined on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. "No need for cunnilingus first. I think what you need is just to wreck my pussy."
She spread her pussy lips apart exposing her pink, wet pleasure palace. Her generous clit was fully erect and clearly visible.
It was such an erotic sight, I had trouble focusing and taking it all in. I stood there, my cock in my hand, memorizing the view. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.
"You just gonna stand there? Is something wrong, Sailor? Am I moving too fast for you? I'm ready for you to jump on and start taking advantage of me. Seeing how buzzed you are, I'm kinda hoping that you've got 'whisky dick' and will take hours to pound me into submission. Get in the saddle. Let's go!"
Finally I came to my senses. I lay on top of her and started kissing her mouth. Wet, sloppy, drunk kisses. I pushed myself up and my dick had no trouble finding its mark. As it penetrated her wet cunt I smothered her boob in my hand. I squeezed it hard and twisted her nipple, pinching it to elicit a gasp.
My dick took over and started on its mission to wreck her marvelous pussy. Sure enough, as expected, he was feeling extra hard, extra long and invincible. Whisky dick had joined the party.
He wouldn't stop, he wouldn't die. He continually stroked and pounded her nubile cunt all night. We went on and on and on. At one point she asked for a rest, a short breather to down another scotch.
Afterwards we went right back at it. My cock was insatiable. It couldn't get enough of her luscious cunt. He just kept stroking, in and out, over and over. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes deep, sometimes just the top two inches.
I was getting winded, losing my stamina. I sensed that my little friend was about worn out, too. I wondered if he had enough gas left in the tank for one last volley, one to squeeze out an orgasm and leave his calling card.
Even though I was on top of her fucking her mercilessly, my alcohol clouded brain needed some fantasy images to assist. I closed my eyes and conjured up images of her. Vista naked. Vista in sexy clothes. Vista sucking my cock. Vista's tight little puckered asshole. I turned on the afterburner and started pumping into her cunt with all I had. I was thrashing her pussy, her tiny body under me getting jerked around with each stab of my dick.
A couple dozen jabs and I was there. She clutched onto me, her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding on for dear life as I rammed him deep, spilling my creamy sauce far up her pussy. An enormous load filled her to the brim.
When I finally rolled off, I lay next to her, panting and jerking as the aftershocks pulsed through me in waves. Vista rolled on her side, nuzzled her head on my shoulder and toyed with my nipple. She gently traced around my areola with the tip of her finger, occasionally tweaking my nipple.
"Don't know if you care or not, Sailor, but you just fucked me for two and a half hours. Feel better?"