Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: N/A
Following his brutal assault on a vandal, Alvin Marbey is ordered by his boss to go on vacation. He decides to go fishing in a rural town far from the big city. The following text contains interracial sex and a species of fish called 'murkol'.
Written by Norton5
As Alvin drove past the sign that said, "Welcome to Mudton, home of the Murkol," he remembered how he had beat the shit out of the vandal, who had managed to spray the letter 'F' on the front wall of the building where he worked. Hate welled up in him. He hated vandals, especially graffiti "artists". Next, he wondered what the heck a murkol was?
Mike Stagen, his boss, had ordered him to go on a vacation so he had decided to go someplace far away from the big city where he wouldn't bump into any urban street punks and be tempted to rip the throats out of their necks.
Alvin ran his free hand through his black, slightly graying hair. His eyes were rainforest green and glittered when he thought of all the fishing he would do while on this vacation. He wasn't any good at fishing. In fact, he had never caught a fish in his life. When he was a kid, he had repeatedly scooped the family goldfish out of the fishbowl enough times to kill the poor thing from too much exposure to his filthy little hands and toxic household air that he had grown used to.
His family had been city dwellers, but that didn't mean he loved the city. The city disgusted him with its hustle-and-bustle and filth, especially the crime and trouble-makers of all sorts who inhabited the concrete jungle. Now he was forty-seven years old and thinking of packing up and moving to a small town like this Mudton.
An advertisement in the local paper he'd bought said that there were some vacant flats up for rent. Driving to the flat area, he parked his car, and walked up to the reception desk. He paid upfront for five days.
"Where can I buy some fishing gear?" The receptionist told him there was a shop located on main street that sold all sorts of water equipment.
Mudton Water Shop looked like a nice place. Alvin found everything he needed: a fishing rod, lure, sunglasses, bucket, sunscreen, and an aluminum boat with an outboard motor. The lady at the counter asked him what kind of fish he was planning on catching. Alvin said, "What kind of fish are there in these waters?" She replied, "We only have murkol here.
The adults are no less than two feet long, almost a foot high, and three inches thick. They're brown and green in color. Taste really good." Alvin smiled, "Then I guess I'll be catching murkol." She asked, "You know where the lake is?" "I brought a map." "Don't offend the locals who live around the lake. They get touchy when out-of-towners come and cause a fuss on their water and land." "Thanks for the warning."
Lake Mudton was a large muddy body of water with islands, straits, archipelagos, and peninsulas littering it. "Lovely," said Alvin as he surveyed the landscape and steered the tin boat. The temperature was hot, but not unbearable. He applied sunscreen and put on his sunglasses.
Finding a spot somewhere, he put down his line and waited for some unlucky fish to be stupid enough to bite at the lure and get hooked.
The sun beating down on his head was giving him a migraine, so he found a cloth lying around in the boat and put it over his head and sat back in his seat. In ten minutes, he was asleep.
It felt to Alvin like there was a storm out on the lake because his boat was rocking and water was hitting his face. Opening his eyes, he saw another boat pulled up alongside his and bumping against its side. The water hitting his face was coming from five dark chocolate brown girls. They were tossing muddy lake water from a small bucket at him.
When they saw he was awake, they stopped tossing water and bumping their boat against his, giggling at each other. One of them took on a serious expression, "You're on our water, white man." Alvin felt both foolishly young and stupidly old at the same time. Standing up from his boat seat and stretching, he looked around. It was just their two boats. He focused his gaze back on the five girls.
They all wore tight jeans that were cut short above their thighs and wore brightly colored shirts. The one talking to him wore a yellow shirt, the other four wore light blue, white, red, and pink. He figured them out to be slightly past their mid-teens, maybe sixteen or seventeen years of age each. Their boat was a blindingly white and silver construct of elegance and water-riding grace. His tin can looked shameful in comparison.
He coughed and said, "I'm sorry. I'm on vacation and this seemed like a nice place to fish." Yellow Shirt said, "Well, any fish you catch here belongs to us." White Shirt spoke up, "Maybe it'd be better if you found some place else to drop your line."
Alvin took on a pained, crestfallen expression. "Aw...man, I just..." he threw up a hand that was more defeat than argument, "well, I just..." he coughed, "I guess I'll leave..." he turned to start his motor. "You girls take care now. I'll be off, back to the stinkin' city... probably die of breathing in all those unhealthy, industrial fumes... just wanted to fish someplace nice and quiet... guess this pretty place isn't for stupid, pathetic, city types like me... start this motor thingy..." Pulling the string once, it started and he was going to gun the engine, when he overheard the girls shouting at him, over the noise of motor, to get his attention.
He killed the engine and saw the girls talking to each other. They seemed solemn and two of them appeared teary-eyed from his performance as a sorry-ass, down-trodden, white city mope just wanting some fresh free country air.
They turned to face him, and Red Shirt said, "Er, listen, mister, you can fish here as long as you're on vacation. It's no problem." Alvin rubbed a little wetness from his right eye, saying, "Really?" They all nodded and Pink Shirt said, "Yeah." "You sure? I don't want to get in your way..." Light Blue Shirt giggled and bit her lip, "Sure as we can get." Alvin was smiling from ear to ear in gratitude. He sniffed and looked down at his feet, "Gee, thanks, ladies. You've made my vacation."
Alvin was left alone for an hour to fish. He caught nothing.
Hearing the engine of a boat approaching, he swiveled his head and saw the white and silver elegance glide like a giant swan across the water towards his boat. They came along side and waved at him. He waved back. White Shirt looked over into his bucket of water and said, "Shit, girls! This dude can't fish. He's got nothing to show after an hour."
Alvin turned red and grinned, "Probably not my lucky day." Yellow Shirt shook her head, "Mister, murkols aren't the easiest fish to catch, but anybody who knows how to fish can catch them. This water is infested like you wouldn't believe with murkols." She climbed over the edge of her boat and leaped gracefully into his, rocking it only slightly. She was a petite thing, as were the other four.
"Let me see your lure." Reeling in his line, Alvin showed her and she laughed. "You got the wrong lure. Murkol go after this." She pulled a red-orange-yellow lure out of her pocket and switched it with the green one Alvin had bought from the water shop. "Now try drop that for a while." He did and a minute later, there was a tug. "Shit, I got something!" he said. The girls laughed at him and he pulled out of the muddy water a three-foot-long murkol. "Fuck me!" cried Alvin as he dropped the large freshwater fish into his bucket and it thrashed around before settling down a bit.
"That was a big one," said Yellow Shirt with a proud look on her face. Alvin felt foolishly young again, but in a good way.
Securing their boat, all five girls boarded Alvin's tin can. There were cushioned benches on the inner sides of the boat, surrounding the fishing seat. Alvin formally introduced himself to them and they told him their names. Yellow Shirt was Emily, White Shirt was Abigail, Pink Shirt was Brooke, Red Shirt was Victoria, and Light Blue Shirt was Madison. They were cousins who attended a suburban boarding school and lived in different houses located around the lake.
For an hour, they watched the white man from the city try his hand at fishing. He didn't do so bad, and he felt like he was on top of the world when they cheered and complemented him every time he caught a murkol.
The girls had been having a little holiday party on their boat when they had stumbled upon Alvin. Now that they were all acquainted, they moved the party from their boat to his tin can, bringing soft drinks and other junk food, which included a box of really delicious corn dogs.
They seemed like the nicest girls, but after an hour of being with them in the same boat, Alvin found out that they were very competitive against each other. Their conversations were mainly about how one of them did such and such and then how the other one went one step further and did such and such. When they reached a limit, they would branch of to another line of competition and one-upmanship. Alvin chuckled at their behavior towards each other and didn't envy their youth because they would eventually get older and move on to other things.
Getting sleepy-eyed, he told the girls that he would be taking another nap. They said they'd still hang out with him until he had enough fishing for that day and decided to go back to his temporary accommodation in town. Alvin lowered the cloth over his eyes, adjusted his seat so it was reclining slightly, and fell asleep.
He woke up feeling great and slightly strained in his testicles. Why am I feeling that way? he wondered. Lifting off the cloth, he saw Brooke impaling herself on his cock. Fuuuuck! She had her back to him and was moving her pussy up and down his shaft. Alvin grabbed her hips, taking her by surprise, and she squealed, causing her cousins to squeal as well. But when they saw that it was Alvin holding onto her hips with a smile on his face, they laughed.
"Brooke, you got caught," said Emily, stomping her feet and laughing hysterically where she sat while pointing to her cousin. The other three girls sprawled all over the benches and boat laughing in a collective fit. Alvin noticed they were all naked and their bodies shown in the sun - they had oiled themselves so they could fuck and suck on his dick with less friction, maybe daring each other to do so and not get caught. Brooke had been unlucky.
She remained as still as a statue, not knowing what to do, and before she could do anything else, Alvin pulled her back to him until his cock was fully plugged into her pussy, balls deep. She said apologetically, "Sorry to wake you up, Al." "Don't worry about it. Lovely way to get woken up; beautiful girl riding my cock." She grinned and resumed bobbing up and down on his cock. After four minutes, he ejaculated in her.
Madison propped herself up on the bench at the rear of the boat, her chocolate ass gleaming in the sun. Alvin pushed his cock into her pussy and she sighed, biting her lip. With his left hand he held onto her waist and with his right, he clasped her shoulder, thrusting steadily into her rear.
Alvin then gripped her ass, lifting it upward slightly and angling his thrust into a down and upward curve, his balls repeatedly banging into Madison's labia. She moaned appreciation and grabbed his forearm tightly behind her as he increased the force of his cock-driving on her pussy.
He heard her whimpering, but continued pumping into her until he exploded, shooting her womb full of semen. "There you go," he said, out of breath. "Thanks," she said, smiling and turning to grab his head and pull him into her face for a tongue-locking kiss that lasted more than twenty seconds.
Next came Abigail. She went to him and stroked Alvin's cock, then she turned and ground her ass into his pelvis. "Give it to me on the seat," she said. Alvin watched as she sat down in the seat he had been occupying and parted her legs for him. Positioning himself between her, he pushed her legs back onto her shoulders and slowly plunged his rod into her pussy until his balls pressed against her labia. He pulled himself back again until his phallus was halfway in her, then pushed back in all the way. "Ohh," she said, and he began to drill into her at a measured pace.
Her legs slipped off where they were resting on her shoulders, and Alvin put them back, holding them steady against her, while he plowed her cunt with his white cock. "Fuuuck!" she cried and he plunged into her faster and faster, until three minutes later, he offloaded his white ooze inside her and shot some of it onto her pussy. She rubbed her creamed cunt, drenching her fingers in his cum.
Feeling utterly wasted after fucking three girls while awake and probably getting fucked by them and their cousin's pussies while he was asleep, Alvin decided to go back to his flat. He offered the girls his fish and they told him he should have them since he'd caught them. They told him to meet them the next day at the same place, but they would take him from there to another part of the lake to fish.
The next day, Alvin was feeling more refreshed and ready for more fishing and some other extracurricular activities (he'd taken a sip of some syrup substance that was supposed to make him last longer).
Dislodging his tin boat from its trailer carriage and getting it into the water, he climbed in and started the motor. In ten minutes, he was at the meeting place, and a minute later, he saw the girls glide gracefully towards his boat, on their white-silver vessel.
They exchanged morning pleasantries. The sun was brilliant and perfect. The girls wore bikinis that left a lot of young chocolate skin exposed for Alvin's viewing pleasure. He was hard already and a bit ashamed of it. Abigail giggled as she boarded the tin can. Greeting him with a smile, she said, "Nice of you to bring your eager little friend along." With that, she groped his cock through his shorts for ten seconds and he planted a kiss on her forehead like she was a favored child.
Victoria also boarded his boat and called over to Emily and the other two, "You girls go on ahead. We'll follow." Emily nodded and started the white and silver boat, plowing through the water like a hot knife through butter. Abigail took charge of steering the tin can's outboard motor and got it started. Victoria and Alvin sat on the forward bench, as Abigail gunned the motor, causing the tin can to follow in the white-silver swan's wake.
"Let me rub some UV guard on your face," offered Victoria, holding a small white-green container in her hand. "Thanks," said Alvin. She dipped her finger and applied it over his face and neck. He loved the feel of her fingers and moaned appreciatively. She blushed, biting her lip, and applied some more of the substance to his arms and legs.
When she was done, Alvin spread his arms across the backrest of the bench and she moved closer until she was pressed against him. Casting a furtive look to her cousin at the motor, she smiled, embarrassed, but happy. "Don't get too comfy over there," said Abigail, giving them a sly wave from the rear of the boat. Alvin said, "We're just economizing with the space on the boat, that's all." Abigail winked and grinned knowingly, "Riiight."
Alvin felt soft lips pressing against his cheek and he turned to look into Victoria's pretty face. She told him, "You weren't awake when I rode you yesterday." He looked slightly saddened, "Aw, I would've enjoyed that if I had been awake." She gave him a radiant smile and put another kiss on his cheek, then one on his lips. "Maybe today," she said. Alvin cocked an eyebrow, "What about right now?"
With a lustful grin on her face, she said, "The string knots for my bikini top and bottom are tied very loosely. You can guess who I was thinking of when I did that." "You're a jewel," he told her and reached across behind her to pull a string, causing her top to fall softly to her lap. She threw it to the floor of the boat. Reaching low behind her, Alvin tugged another string and threw off the bottom piece of her bikini. "Damn," he said, gazing at her pussy and looking up at her tits, then meeting her intense gaze. "Excellent," he said.
Alvin enveloped her naked teen body in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately, no more considerate of Abigail steering the boat in the wake of the white and silver vessel.
Separating her lips and tongue from his, Victoria put her hands on his pelvis and undid his shorts, pulling them down, and Alvin kicked them off. Standing he, slid off his boxers and sat back down on the bench. Victoria got on her knees on the bench beside him and leaning down, she jerked his cock shaft and kissed the head of his cock several times before taking it into her mouth and sucking it slowly, eyes looking up into Alvin's. He pet her hair, stroking down to her back, coming back up to her neck, caressing and rubbing her scalp. Her eyes went sleepy under his ministration, but she continued to suck him slowly.
Victoria increased the suction force on his cock and sucked down his shaft until she could feel his tip hit the back of her throat. She coughed slightly, but continued to suck and lick his shaft. Her fingers fondled his balls and tugged gently at his testicles, while her mouth traveled up and down his shaft, licking around his phallus and curving around his shaft as it went up and down. Alvin let his head go back and moaned, "Ohhhh, you know what you're doing, Victoria." She smiled with her lips wrapped around his cock. Alvin dug his fingers into her thick black hair and rubbed deep and thorough, massaging her. She moaned on his cock and that only served to increase his pleasure, causing him to moan as well.
In her hand, she felt his balls twitch and her eyes opened in surprise, but she kept her mouth on his cock. Sucking up and down and then, she got gooey ropes of cum being shot into her oral space, the viscous substance whipping into her throat, on her tongue, walls of her mouth and her teeth. Alvin uttered an "Ohhhh, yeah!" and pressed her head down to his pelvis as he thrust up into her mouth and shot more thick viscous white strings inside her.
She swallowed and looked up at him, his cum pasted on her lips and some dripping down her chin, most of it now traveling down her throat into her stomach. He gave her a wincing look, "Bet that tasted bad, huh?" Victoria shook her head and wiped off the extra cum from her lips and chin with her index finger, putting it into her mouth and sucking on it. "Mmmmm," she said. Alvin drew her close to him and planted a firm kiss on her forehead and the top of her head. "Good girl," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist, pressing her against him. She put a hand on his stomach and giggled, "Bad man."
It had been almost ten minutes and they were still trailing Emily, Madison, and Brooke. A crane flew up into the air to his left and Alvin watched as it flew to another section of the lake. Sorry to disturb you, he thought. Victoria pressed her lips to his ears and whispered, "Five more minutes and we should be there. It's a nice place with great scenery and the fish like to hang out there too. Very quiet and no one ever fishes there this time of the year. The girls and I go there a lot. One of our favorite spots."
Alvin nodded, "Nice." She continued, "While waiting to get there, I'm just gonna-" She put a knee on one side of the bench and flung her other leg over Alvin's lap, "-put my leg over your lap like this and-" she guided his cock into her pussy, "-let your cock slide up my pussy like this, and-" she bobbed softly on his lap for two seconds, "-ride you so you can say we did it while you were awake." Alvin smiled and she pushed herself against his face, rubbing her tits over his mouth and grinding her pussy down on his cock.
Her breasts were dark delicious apples and Alvin savored each of them. He sucked on her left boob and squeezed the nipple between his lips, causing her to utter a small cry of pain and slap him upside the head gently. "Sorry," he said. She resumed sliding her pussy up and down his cock, availing her breasts to his oral attention once again.
Alvin finished sucking on her left breast and transferred his attention to her right. She put a soothing hand to the side of his head as if apologizing for hitting him a moment ago. Victoria gently rubbed his head above his ear, and tenderly fiddled with his ear, which he soon found out was an erogenous spot for him. He moaned onto her right breasts and she sighed into him, pushing more of her smooth round flesh into his mouth and planting her ass-pussy firmly on his ball sack, before going back up again.
Alvin was blind and lost in a world of soft, supple, chocolate flesh. He bent Victoria backwards until she was lying on her back, against the bench, and he was on top of her, with his cock still connected with her pussy. He couldn't see anything but her dark skin and his mouth sucked whatever thing of hers it came into contact with. When she put her hand on his head again, he sucked on her fingers and she giggled at the sensation she felt. Taking his head in both hands, she directed his sucking mouth to her face, and he kissed and sucked her all over. "You're like a puppy I once had," she said, giggling. Then their lips met and they sucked the breath and saliva out of each other, while Alvin pumped his hard cock into her pussy.
He came in her and she reached around him, grabbing his ass and squeezing it, causing him to plunge further into her and deposit his cum deeper into her womb. Getting up, he gazed on her nakedness and she gave him a happy sexy smile. They both looked down at their hips still sexually joined. Alvin pulled out his cum-covered cock from her cum-filled pussy, and playfully phallus-fucked her for a minute before finally withdrawing.
They heard the motor's pitch die down and saw the white-silver vessel come to a slow halt before a mangrove. The water was still muddy, but the scenery around was vibrant and beautiful. "We're here," said Abigail, adding, "I hope you enjoyed your trip and the in-flight movie titled, 'Older White Guy Fucks Black Teen Slut'." She laughed and Alvin said, "That was the best movie I ever saw. What do you think, Victoria?" She replied, "I'd be surprised if it didn't win an Oscar."
Brooke put her iPod on its speaker stand and selected a play list she had put together recently. This time, the girls brought their fishing gear as well and fished along with Alvin. Abigail caught the first murkol, and a minute later, Alvin caught one. Catching murkol was very easy and they had a great time, even having to throw some of the fish back into the lake to keep the buckets from getting over-full.
The fishing party was held mainly on the white silver boat. Alvin asked, "This is a splendid vessel. Does it belong to one of your parents?" Madison said, "No. It belonged to our late mutual uncle who died five years ago. He left a will and this boat was listed as belonging to us five girls. He knew we loved going fishing on this boat."
Alvin went to check on the fish in the bucket and while staring at them, he got hit in the back of the head with something soft. He grabbed the object and realized it was a bikini top. Turning, he saw Emily sitting naked on the foredeck of the boat, legs out forward. She gave him a look and motioned with her finger for him to come on over to her.
"What seems to be the problem, miss?" he asked, with a concerned expression on his face as he laid down beside her. She said, "Your cock. It's not inside me." Alvin smiled and removed his shorts and boxers again. He turned Emily over so she was facing the other way with her back to him. Holding her hips, he guided his cock into her pussy, holding up her leg and plunging inside her. He began thrusting slowly and long into her. She moaned and he kissed her shoulder, neck, and back of her head. Emily turned her head and he kissed her on the lips - small pecks and then longer, deeper kisses with flicking tongues, sucking-locking of lips.
Alvin parted her legs wider and plugged her pussy tighter with his cock. "Mmmnngg," she uttered and reached down to squeeze his balls as his shaft locked itself back and forth into her. He bent her raised leg further and began thrusting faster and harder into her. Their breathing came quicker and Emily locked gazes with Alvin as he winced and pumped his cock into her cunt as hard as he could. They stared into each others eyes for a lasting moment before he shuddered and released a load of cum into her pussy. "Ohh, yes," said Emily, reaching down and jerking his cock while it was still halfway inside her. She pulled it out and plunged it back into her repeatedly for a minute before rolling him over and sitting up, straddling him, and riding his cock.
A while later, Emily was fishing again. Alvin came up behind Brooke and made her drop her fishing rod. "There goes my rod," she said. He told her, "Here, I'll let you use mine." She giggled and he undid the knots on her bikini. They fell to the floor deck and he pulled her against him, breathing in her perfume, kissing her neck and shoulders. "Mmm, Brooke, you're tasty."
Alvin made her lay on her back and part her legs. Laying on his chest, he put his head between her legs and ate her pussy for ten minutes. "Ohhh, fuck-mmm-fucking suck that pussy!" Brooke cried as Alvin sucked her labia and licked hungrily into her cunt. He parted her pussy lips licked deeper, also pushing his fingers down into her. "Nnngggfuck-fuck-fuck!" she wailed. Finally, he grabbed her thighs and held them strongly, diving face down into her pussy and eating her thoroughly, even biting and squeezing with his lip. She screamed and he kept going until she shook with climax. Then he gently licked her clean.
Abigail and Madison stripped off their bikinis and approached Alvin. Taking them both in his arms, he kissed them and brought Abigail closer until his cock was bumping against her cunt. She pulled him into her and he gently rocked his hips back and forth, fucking into her while standing up. After a while, he pulled out and pulled Madison closer to him, slipping into her pussy and fucking her softly for a few minutes.
He told Abigail and Madison to go down on their knees, faces pressed against the deck, with their pussies-asses up in the air. What a sight to behold, he chuckled to himself.
Grabbing her hips, he plunged into Abigail first, going slow and then steadily increasing his rate of thrust. She moaned as his cock excited her pussy more and more. Soon he was ramming her hard enough to where she had to lift her face up from the deck, or she would be getting a painful face-peeling on the hard surface. His powerful thrusts shook her entire body and she began moaning loudly, "Fuck, ohhh, ohhh, ohssshhhit, shit, fuck!" He hammered her pussy for a good thirteen minutes and shot his cum into her secret place.
Pulling out of Abigail, he plunged his meat-rod into Madison. He said, "Ohhh, Madison, how are you doing today?" She shook under the onslaught of his meat-pole and said, "Fine, now that your cock's ripping me apart." "Good to hear that," he said, and pummeled her pussy furiously until she was yelling and he unleashed his hot fluid inside her vagina. "Ohh, damn, your pussy's so fucking good." He pulled out of her and slumped onto his back. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and they put a cloth over his face to shield it from the sun.
Alvin spent the rest of his vacation fishing for murkol and fucking the four cousins at the lake in Mudton. When it was almost time to go back, he asked Emily, Brooke, Madison, Abigail, and Victoria if they were interested in going to a university in the city he lived in, when they were done with high school. They said they would love to go live in the city, but didn't see how that was possible. He told them to give him a call when they graduated from high school.
Leaving them with his phone number and e-mail address, he returned to the city refreshed and relaxed. Several years later, he got a call from Victoria saying that she and her cousins wanted to know if his offer still stood. He said they should pack up as soon as possible and get to his address, which he gave. Everything would be sorted out on their arrival.
Two days later, Emily, Madison, Victoria, Brooke, and Abigail knocked on his door and he welcomed them into his home. They chose what they wanted to study and he enrolled them in a university on the edge of the city. They lived with him and traveled each day to the university to attend their classes. Eventually they all graduated with degrees and got satisfactory, high-paying jobs.
While living with Alvin, they got their lovely asses and pussies fucked almost daily and enjoyed every minute of their lives with their daddy-lover.
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