Long Island Ice Tea

As I sat sipping my long island ice tea I noticed a few things. The first was that I was actually in a bar drinking and wasn’t old enough to drink. One of the perks of having a boyfriend that was older and worked at a bar. The second thing I noticed was this drink tasted like iced tea and nothing else. I was certain my boyfriend was lying to me and didn’t want me to drink. So I downed the first one like it was nothing, and asked for another. He smiled at me and told me I had better take it easy, I told him he was foolish I could handle my “liquor”, and I chuckled. I drank the second one in 15 minutes. Still feeling nothing I knew that I was being duped there was 0 alcohol in it. I asked for the third drink, my boyfriend looked at me and raised an eyebrow. He said something to the bartender, and then he told me this was the last one I’d be throwing up all night and he had plans for me. I downed the third LIT, as he was just finishing his shift. He walked over to me asking if I was ready to go. I was for a fact, I stepped down off the barstool my head was swimming, and it was then that I realized there had indeed been alcohol in these drinks I was downing like water.

Walking to his truck I was aware I had his arm and was staggering. He helped me into the truck, as I am short and his truck was rather tall for me. I sat in the seat waiting for him to climb in. When he did I leaned into to him and found his lips with mine. He kissed me, my tongue brushed against his lips; I flicked my tongue between his parted lips in search of his. Finding it, I kissed him passionately making sure that my tongue gave his ample attention. I moved away and back into my seat as he looked at me for a second and backed out of the parking space. He asked if I wanted to go to the lake, I was feeling very good by this time. And I believe I told him yes if we could go out on the boat. He drove about fifteen minutes to the lake. Pulling into the marina, I climbed down out of the truck and staggered around to where my boyfriend waited for me. I was drunk there was no doubt about it, not just a little drunk either. I was pretty fucked up actually, I was 5’5” and weighed about 115 pounds soaking wet. The alcohol I had consumed was pretty strong and no doubt I had drank entirely too much.

We walked hand in hand down the dock to his parent’s boat. He helped me climb into it, I was extremely horny. As I know now I’m always horny when I drink. Some people are happy when they are drunk, some are mean, but not me I just want to be fucked, hard, rough, and often. My boyfriend started the boat and we took off for the middle of the lake. I began my disrobing for the boyfriend. I took off my shirt and bra, I knew better than anyone that he couldn’t resist my nice big firm tits. He was always quite mesmerized and I loved it. I rubbed over them and was aware of his eyes on me at this point as he continued to drive the boat far out onto the lake where there were no lights and no people. Not that it was extremely populated at midnight on a Friday night anyway. He slowed the motor, and I knew it was time I moved some more to capture his eye. I moved to the front of the boat sliding off my jeans and panties and leaning over the seat I turned and looked back at him. I knew he was enjoying the view of my tight little ass, as well my pussy through my legs that were barely spread. Just enough for him to get a glimpse of the soft blondish red hair that covered my waiting pussy. He walked over to me and I felt his hand on my ass as he caressed it. He rubbed my ass and down my thighs much to my enjoyment. He pressed his groin against my left hip; I could feel his hard cock through his tight jeans.

Reaching around behind me, my hand found his cock and I traced the outline through his jeans with my fingers. I heard him softly make a noise and I knew he approved of what I was doing. He reached between my legs tugging on the soft hair that covered my mound. Pulling on my lips just made me wetter and made me want him that much more. I tugged at his zipper on his jeans and pulled at his underwear once I had the zipper open. He made no move to help me, he liked for me to struggle, and perhaps it was worth the wait for him when I finally freed his big hard cock. I pulled at the underwear until finally his cock popped out. He had a huge hard dick; all around his cock was course black curly hair. I loved to run my fingers through. I stroked his cock with my free hand, making sure that I went slow as he liked it. Using my soft hand I pulled all the skin up toward the head of his cock and back down the shaft toward his balls. His hand found my little hard pink clit. He stroked my clit with his fingers, and moved down and touched my little wet hole, back up he would work his fingers rubbing and then back down to the hole. The feeling is indescribable; just know that my thighs were beginning to shake which signaled to him that I was going to cum. He continues to tease and stroke my clit with his fingers and I stroked his cock.

He moved behind me, and I turned and looked at him, “fuck my ass,” I said to him as seductively as I could. I felt him push fingers into my waiting pussy, it was soaked. He pulled out two fingers scooping my wet pre-cum out and rubbing it across my asshole. He was going to fuck me as soon as I was lubed up enough to take his huge cock. He continued to pull in wetness and rub it into my asshole. Soon he was sure it was wet enough I could feel the head of his cock pushing into my tight hot asshole. It was very tight; I didn’t let him fuck it too often because it hurt more ...

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