Cockfishing

When I was in college, I was at an enormous house party, probably 300 people there. I was drunk, and I didn't get drunk often. I had been trying to fuck this girl I hardly knew who had giant tits (that's pretty much all I knew about her; it was that kind of night.) But she left with another guy, leaving me horny as fuck, very similar to the situation I was in now. Fortunately, at that party my cock had begun introducing itself to women. As I've pointed out before, my cock has some real dimension to it, and once it was more than half erect it was impossible to hide down a pant leg. So instead, it stood up straight along the fly, secured by the tightened waistband of my jeans, where it made quite a bulge. Wordlessly, I would grind with women as they danced up near me. Those who didn't like it would casually move away and I would not pursue, but a good number were into it. Many of them were, like me, drunk and horny as hell, so coming up against such a promising cock cut a lot of guesswork out the nights of the size queens I was hoping to find. And find I did, after grinding on a couple girls who were perfectly attractive and would have been fine for a fuck, I spotted a girl with bigger, rounder tits that the girl I had originally been trying to bang (at this point in the night, this was my qualifying factor.) We found each other as she rubbed up against my cock, and we happily boned the night away. The whole ordeal reminded me of fishing.

Well, I looked around, was this really any different? No, it was not. I subtly positioned my penis and moved away from the wall toward the center of the crowded warehouse. It was sloppy. I spotted a cute, curvy, short girl and was about to try my luck, when I heard a familiar voice almost sing my name.

"Rowan!!!!" I whirled around to see Karina stumbling towards my in heels. She looked glamorous, which was funny because she was also incredibly drunk. Her sparkly silver dress showed off her curves a little too well. Her protruding ass leaving little to the imagination in the skin-tight thing, and her cleavage made my cock surge. Her breasts her pushed up like they were about come all the way up to her neck and **** her. As she reached me, stumbling slightly, she held out a glass bottle of tequila she had liberally been taking swigs from.

"Have some tequila! You look all sad by yourself and it's an upper!" she encouraged.

"That's just a myth," I said a bit too harshly, but I took the bottle and took a large gulp. I was a lot stronger than the wine I had gotten used to, and I sputtered upon swallowing, my eyes watering and throat burning.

"Ha! Bitch!" Karina gave my arm a punch. She took the bottle back, took another enormous gulp herself and swallowed, smiling dumbly at me the whole time.

"You didn't come over for business" she accused.

"It hasn't even been a day," I said defensively. She got up very close to me, grinning like a drink idiot, and put a finger to my lips. Then she turned around, already sexily moving her hips before she was completely turned around. Grinding against my now fully erect cock, she moved slowly up and down, as if part of a routine. She must have been very comfortable using her incredible ass to seduce men on the dance floor.

"Hey," she said, drunkenly, but it was obvious she was trying to manage a seductive whisper, "Wanna get that dick wet?" It was, in Karina's signature style, very forward. But before I had time to answer, she thrust the tequila back in my face.

"Have s'more. Drink it. You didn't have a lot." She was slurring her words. She may have already been blackout, (not that I was worried she'd do anything she'd regret after last night.) I took another, smaller drink of Karina's tequila.

"Well???" She asked impatiently, still forcefully burying my cock in her juicy ass cheeks. Cockfishing had taken an odd turn.