Thirst Trap

I woke in a panic.

Bright light pierced a small gap in the porthole curtain, informing me that I’d missed the alarm and overslept. But by how much? I groped for my watch on the nightstand and held it close to my tired eyes, struggling to read the blurry numbers in the dim light. It was almost ten a.m.

Shit.

I leaped out of bed to check the nav station and breathed a sigh of relief. The boat had motored on its own across the open sea, completely unattended for nearly eight hours, but the autopilot had held its course. God bless this ship. In fact, with the strong current, we’d managed to make almost four knots over ground.

After recalculating our progress, I found that we were nearly three hundred nautical miles into our thousand-mile journey. By tomorrow, we’d be a third of the way to our destination. After turning eastward later in the day and then angling through the straight between Grenada and Trinidad, we’d have nothing but open ocean ahead of us, all the way to the island.

The past several days had been a monumental test of my willpower. My cock ached from overstimulation and the ripe young bodies that surrounded me. Ronky and Julia had both made advances and, at one point, Tracy approached to ask me something, which I suspected had been fellatio-related, but she chickened out when Julia happened to walk by.

I did my best to remain aloof, tending to each girl’s needs while nursing a near-constant buzz. I spent most of my time alone on the flybridge. There, I could soak in the hot tub or lay in the sun, always nude and within easy reach of the helm.

Life aboard ship settled into a routine of eating, drinking, taking drugs, suntanning, and watching movies. I’d disconnected the satellite dish. We had no access to news or television. No reminders of the outside world and the people we’d left behind.

The Iridium dish still provided internet access, which I used to stay on top of email inquiries from concerned parents. To cut the boredom, however, I’d brought a media server aboard, loaded with movies and shows and music. Also a massive library of porn.

During my interviews with the girls, they’d all admitted to watching porn, and this had been confirmed after back-dooring their devices. It didn’t take long for them to discover the drive folder, either. There were only four directories on the server: Music, TV, Movies, and Adult. According to the activity logs, the girls spent a lot of time, sometimes hours each day, watching porn. Sometimes alone or, in the case of the girls who shared a stateroom, together with their bunkmates.

Tabitha and Tracy formed a close bond, hanging out nearly every moment, and sharing the same bed every night. Although they were open and intimate with one another, often holding and caressing each other, their bond appeared to be more sisterly than amorous. Only Tracy had revealed a bisexual tendency during our interviews, and I guessed that their closeness had more to do with mutual comfort and shared interests, rather than sexual attraction, as they were the youngest of the six girls.

Julia struck up friendships with Ronky and Sam, and acted as a big sister to Tabitha and Tracy, but she couldn’t stand Bianca, and they rarely interacted unless they were all in a group. Sam was friendly with all the girls, but tended to keep to herself most of the time, being a lifelong introvert and loner.

Bianca still expressed open hostility toward me, but made efforts to find friendship with the others. She’d become friendly with Sam, but found a true confidante in Ronky. The two bunkmates often snuck off together to smoke weed or take ecstasy or get drunk. Most of the time, however, they watched porn together and talked about sex, although Bianca’s limited experiences couldn’t compete with Ronky’s.

Ronky showed Bianca the stash of sex toys underneath their beds, but Bianca had so far resisted the temptation to use them. Ronky had no such reservations. She masturbated several times a day with her dildo, edging herself longer and longer in marathon sessions. Most recently, she’d teased and fucked herself for over an hour with the dildo, while Bianca watched and played with herself on the other bed.

Tabitha and Tracy had also discovered the sex toys under their beds, and often masturbated together. Most of the time, they sat in bed facing each other while they fingered themselves or used vibrators, but sometimes they masturbated each other, helpfully plunging dildos into each other’s pussies and assholes. During these mutual masturbation sessions, they often watched gangbang and orgy videos, and both girls took to wearing the butt plugs I’d provided.

Sam and Julia were more discreet, preferring to masturbate in the shower or while lying in bed watching porn, usually at night or early in the morning. Sam typically watched anal videos, while Julia preferred BDSM and humiliation. After five days, neither had yet discovered the toys I’d stored in the lockers under their mattresses.

Meanwhile, I had abstained from sex completely.

I don’t know why, exactly. I’d anticipated ... no, that’s not the right word. I’d planned that at least some of the girls would eventually turn to me for sex. It was inevitable. They were six hypersexual teenaged girls. Nymphomaniacs with a fetish for older men, and I was the only man for hundreds of miles. That I’d been propositioned within hours of boarding the ship had wildly exceeded my expectations. That three of them wanted to have sex within the first few days had surprised me even more. I should have been balls deep in young pussy, but I’d chosen to delay gratification instead.

In retrospect, the reason for my hesitation was my ongoing conflict with Bianca. She acted openly hostile, and frequently and vociferously questioned my motives in front of the others. I’d severely underestimated her defiance. With each passing day, I regretted more and more that I’d ever letting her onboard. I worried that if I began having sex with the girls on the ship, especially Ronky, that Bianca would lose her shit. I didn’t need her nursing a grudge and poisoning the others against me for the entire trip. Somehow, I needed to knock the chip off her shoulder first.

There was only one problem. She was completely immune to my charms. Of course, it wasn’t hard to figure out why. She saw me as a father-figure. An authoritarian with not just figurative, but literal control over her life, and Bianca hated her father with a passion. To her, I was just another man who infringed on her freedom to do whatever the fuck she wanted. How the hell would I ever convince her that I wasn’t that guy?

So, I held back while my balls turned ever-deepening shades of blue, even as my resolve wore thinner by the day. Julia and Ronky had both shown me their pussies, tight and wet and eager for my cock. Ronky had practically begged me to fuck her that morning in the salon, and I’d refused all of Julia’s advances. I’d endured watching Tabitha and Tracy slowly lick and suck on popsicles in front of me until I thought I would cream my shorts. I’d watched the girls run around the ship wearing practically nothing, often topless, tits and asses jiggling, and all of them constantly horny. If I didn’t fuck one of them soon, I’d lose my fucking mind.

As I got dressed, I noticed my bottle of MDMA had gone missing. I’d had it out the night before in the salon, but I must have forgotten to take it with me when I went to bed. Oh well, it was gone now. I exited through the sliders to find Tracy and Tabitha laying out on the beach club, taking in the morning sun, and listening to music on the ship’s sound system. They’d moved two loungers side-by-side, and lay next to each other on their stomachs. Both girls were topless, wearing only their thongs.

Dear god, help me.

“Morning, Tracy. Tabitha.”

They looked back over their shoulders. “Morning, BD,” they said together.

The two girls shared a look, and Tabitha encouraged Tracy to say something. Finally, in a timid voice, Tracy spoke up.

“Can you help us with something?”

I wheeled over and kneeled beside her, placing my hand on her warm back. In that instant, I made a resolution to myself. If she asked to suck my dick, I’d say yes. I would deny myself no longer.

“Sure, what do you need?”

Tracy looked to Tabitha for encouragement, and then turned to me. “W-will you, um ... put some, um...” She turned red. “Never mind,” she whispered and turned her head away.

Tabitha looked embarrassed for her friend.

I rubbed Tracy’s back and said, “Tracy, look at me.”

She did, and I felt her shake under my hand. Her cherry red lips quivered from a mix of excitement, anticipation, anxiety, and fear. I imagined my cock sliding between those lips and I shivered, even though it was hot as hell.

“If you want something from me, or want me to do something — anything, I don’t care what it is — all you need to do is ask me.”

She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Her voice trembled. “Will you ... put sunblock on us?” She’d said it so quietly I had to strain to hear her.

“You want me to put sunblock on you? Both of you? Is that all?”

Tabitha nodded enthusiastically, while Tracy managed to gasp out, “Yes, please.” I thought she might pass out.

“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

I found the sunblock in a canvas tote nearby and squirted a healthy dollop into the palm of my hand. It had warmed in the sun and smelled of sweet coconut. I laid my hands on Tracy’s back, and rubbed the sunblock into her soft, smooth skin, coating her arms, neck, and back. She lowered her head into the crook of her arm and sighed contentedly.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

As my hands roamed over her bare skin, my pulse quickened and my cock swelled in my shorts. I got more lotion and moved to her feet, coating her legs, then glided slowly up the backs of her thighs, and over the swell of her expansive ass. She bucked her hips as my hands roamed over her soft, supple butt cheeks.

Tabitha watched with rapt attention. After kneading the sunblock into Tracy’s ass, and subtly pulling her cheeks apart to peek at the edges of her asshole, I rubbed my hands along her tender ribs, letting my fingers glide over the sides of her small tits, and underneath her armpits.

“You too?” I asked Tabitha when I’d finished.