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“A Kellog Serial”

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“Hello, everyone. It’s been two weeks since I released my video and posted my ad on eBay,” Cindy said, looking into her digital video camera. Her face was beaming with excitement. She was obviously enjoying the attention she was getting both on-line and at school.

“My website’s been getting so many hits, and I’ve been getting so many emails, and gifts, I thought I’d better post an update, just to say thank you, and to answer some of your questions.

“First off, yes, it’s true. I am 18, and this is legit, and not some rip-off stunt. That’s why I set up the ad on eBay. I don’t want to get scammed by you, and you don’t want to get scammed by me.

“Number two, yes, I am technically still a virgin. I’ve never had sex with another person before. Like I explained earlier, I did break my hymen when I was younger — and no, I’m not going to tell you how young I was when I did it. Some of you out there are really, quite sick.

“Number three, some of you thought I was lying about still being a virgin just because I was so… free… on camera, and because you liked my story last time. I will tell you straight out. I am a very sexual person. But ever since I made my promise to my dad not to have sex with a boy until I turned 19, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my first time, and I want it to be something outrageous. I don’t want to be disappointed, just because I chose the wrong person, y’know?

“In fact, I think it was probably a mistake for my dad to make me promise not to have sex until I was 19, because now I think about it all the time. A lot of my friends are already having sex, and sometimes, it’s hard not to think about it when I’m with them. It’s like, what am I missing, y’know? The couples are really, really into it. They can’t even keep their hands off of each other whenever we go out. So it’s hard not to think about it, y’know? So, a lot of times, when I get home from school, I go up to my bedroom, take off my clothes, slip into bed, and fantasize.

“Sometimes, I do it in the shower in the morning, or in my car on the way to or home from school if I’m wearing one of my short skirts. I’ve even done it once at school, in the bathroom, when I saw a really cute guy checking me out at lunch. I was kind of fantasizing that I had followed him into the boy’s bathroom, or that he followed me to my car after school and we did it in the student parking lot.

“So, I guess I think about it a lot, because it’s something that I can’t have, y’know? Sometimes, I think about it so much that it really drives me crazy. And the closer and closer I get to my 19th birthday, the more and more I think about it. But just because I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I can make you crazy just by telling you one of my fantasies about when I eventually have sex, doesn’t mean that I’m lying when I said that I haven’t done it yet.

“Number four, it is true that I finally turn 19 on the day after the prom. The prom is May 7th. My birthday is May 8th. And it is also true that I don’t have to be home until the next day. Since the prom is going to be held in the big city, and the school doesn’t want us driving home that night, we’re going to rent out the whole top floor of the hotel. The hotel gave us a deal on the top floor suites since they didn’t want us spread all over the hotel bothering their other guests.

“There are four chaperones, but they’re pretty cool. They all grew up here, and know what it’s like. They promised to stay in their own room, or in the halls, just to make sure that things don’t get too out of hand. They can see if anyone’s going crazy, and they can hear if anyone needs help.

“Number five, like I said before, even though I can’t promise that we’re going to have sex — ‘cuz that would make me something that I’m not — I don’t fuck for money — I can tell you that it’s been really hard to wait, and that at 12:01 a.m., you really want to be the person standing closest to me.” Cindy smiled broadly for the camera, then hid her face behind her hands, embarrassed at being so frank in front of potentially millions of strangers.

“But the only way to make that happen is to bid to be my date for the prom. You can bid by going to eBay and bidding on the Cinderella package. And please, nobody tell eBay — or my parents — about this, okay? If this blows up, you will be hurting not only myself, but the whole senior class, including all the jocks, who would be very, very upset with you, if you know what I mean, alright?

“Good. Now that that’s taken care of, Number six,” Cindy announced, backing away from the video camera until her thin frame was in view of the lens, revealing her light pink tank top and white shorts, “some of you were nice enough to email me and ask for my address so you could send me stuff. So I set up a P.O. Box which I put on my web site. I can’t believe all this stuff you guys sent to me!”

Cindy turned around and pulled a large brown box out from underneath her bed. Turning it upside down, she emptied the contents onto her thick, pink comforter. The large assortment of sex toys — dildos, vibrators, eggs, beads, and stimulators — of all shapes and sizes, fell noisily against each other.

“I wish I had this stuff a few years ago!” she joked, holding up a particularly large, odd-shaped, bumpy, see through plastic mechanized monster. “It would have made my wait a little easier!” she laughed. “Actually, this one kind of frightens me,” she laughed nervously. “Who ever sent me this one, I hope you don’t win!”

Cindy laughed and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Just joking. Actually, it was very sweet of you all to send me all these nice things.” She picked up a smooth pink vibrator. “I’ve actually tried a couple of them out already,” she blushed, twisting the base and bringing it humming to life.

“I had to go to the Wal-Mart and buy a couple of boxes of batteries,” she blushed again, “and I think the guy at the checkout counter recognized me, ‘cuz he kept asking what I was going to use all these different batteries for. I had to tell him it was for a science experiment, but I don’t think he believed me.”

Cindy laughed and then grabbed hold of the hem of her tank top, bringing it over her head and revealing her firm naked breasts to the camera. “I was going to ask him home and help me with my experiment, but I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me!” She laughed heartily, throwing her head back so that her long hair dangled mid-way down her back. In doing so, her pert young breasts, topped with their tiny hard nipples, bounced happily in front of the camera.

Picking up the still-humming pink vibrator, Cindy directed the tip to her nipples, running it around and around her stiff pink points, giggling at the ticklish sensations. Then, spreading her legs, she slowly ran the tip down her flat stomach towards the crotch of her white shorts while looking seductively up at the camera.

“I figured that the proper way to say ‘thank you’ would be to let you see me using my new toys, don’t you think?” she asked rhetorically into the camera, now running the buzzing stick up and down her crotch.

“I had never used one of these before. I was always too embarrassed to go to one of those stores. But now I don’t have to.” Cindy put the pink dildo aside next to her on the bed and then stood up, slowly undoing the button and zipper on her tight fitting white tennis shorts. Shucking them off her hips, she stood with her legs together as she shimmied them down her long legs. She loved showing off. The thought of all those guys staring at their computer screens with their hard cocks in their hands wasn’t just a turn on, it was exciting and empowering. Like herself, they could only fantasize about having sex with her. If they wanted the real thing, they would have to wait for it.

“Right now,” she said, sitting back on the bed and spreading her knees for the camera, “the bid to be my prom date is at $800. That’s not nearly enough,” she said, making a show of clamping her legs shut. “If my classmates and I are ever going to have a real prom this year, you’re going to have to do better,” she scolded.

“Maybe it was a mistake for me to show you everything last time. Maybe you want some mystery. Maybe you’re cheap and just want to whack off looking at me. I’m not doing this just for the thrill — okay, maybe just a little — but the whole idea of this video is to get you to want me. To get you to want to help me and my friends have a real prom for the first time in a long time of the history of the school.

“Don’t you want to help? Don’t you want me?” Cindy pouted into the camera, her legs still tightly closed. “I mean, sending me all these toys is fun and all, but it doesn’t get me any closer to having a real prom.” Cindy picked up the plastic pink dildo and began rubbing it on her nipple again, but then stopped abruptly.

“Maybe you think I’m not serious? That this is a big joke? A scam? Do you think I would be doing this if I wasn’t for real? I’ve had a lot of offers from those big commercial porn sites to let them link to my web page, but I told them ‘no’. I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea that my web page is the same thing as all the other crap out there.

“I’m not interested in doing porn for a living. I’m not some wannabe actress. I only want to have a nice senior prom, like everyone else my age gets to have. But at the same time, I know that nothing in life is free. So, I figured, that as long as I have to wait until prom night to have sex anyway, and since we need the money to have the prom, I might as well try and combine them.

“But, like I said, there’s no guarantee that we’ll have sex. My dad always said, ‘dance with the one who brung you’, but if you’re a total jerk, or if you smell, or if you’re not clean, you will be going home alone. But, like all the other couples at the prom, you will be my date. You will have the first shot. If you make me laugh, if you treat me like a princess, and if you can get me hot, which shouldn’t be too hard, I wouldn’t make any plans for after the prom, if you know what I mean.

“Speaking of not being clean, I just came home from school and I’m feeling kind of sticky and sweaty. We had our Homecoming assembly today in the gym and the air conditioning went out, so after an hour and a half in that smothering gym, yelling and screaming the whole time, it got pretty warm.” She stood up, wearing nothing but an enormous smile on her pretty face. “Do you want to come watch me take a shower?” Cindy turned and walked off in the direction of the bathroom, then stopped abruptly. “Whoops! Forgot one of these,” she said, turning back to cross back over to the bed, picking up a thick, flesh colored, rubber dildo. “Whoever gave me this one, thanks! I hope you’re bidding, and if yours is anything like this one, I hope you win!”

Cindy smiled at the video camera and then walked over to it, turning it off so she could reposition it at her shower. When the image on the screen crackled back to life, the camera was focused on Cindy standing in the pink tiled shower stall. She smiled broadly at the camera lens. “Welcome back,” she said, turning the knob and sending a loud stream of rushing water into the porcelain bathtub. But as she leaned over to touch her left hand to the lower spigot, adjusting the water temperature with her right, the camera seemed to follow her movement.

Satisfied with the temperature, Cindy pulled the metal switch, sending the stream of water rushing upwards, instantly shooting out of the shower head. She screamed at how cold the initial blast of water was, and turned to laugh at the camera, which itself had begun to shake and shimmy. It was clear that there was someone operating the camera; it couldn’t still be on the stationary tripod.

As the water warmed, Cindy backed into the stream, smiling at the camera lens which traced down her sinewy back and down to her firm ass as Cindy turned her face into the water. Sensing where the camera had been re-focused, Cindy ran her hands down the sides of her body, gripping her fine ass with her fingers. Her hands disappeared, but then quickly returned, this time covered in well-lathered soap bubbles. Smoothing the soft white foam over her silky skin, Cindy slid her hands across her firm ass, spreading her cheeks apart slightly.

The camera zoomed out far enough to capture Cindy as she spread her legs about shoulder length apart, leaning over in the shower far enough to raise her ass in the air.

“You like my ass?” she asked, wiggling it in front of the camera, which zoomed in on her firm asscheeks. “Some of you wanted to know if I was an ‘ass virgin’, as well. Well, I have to admit, I find the question a little scary!” she laughed nervously. “But, if it will get you to bid higher, and I mean, a lot higher, I guess the answer is, ‘yes’, I am an ‘ass virgin’, too. See?” she said, raising her ass up in the air, showing her tight, brown, virgin hole to the camera.

“The question has got me thinking, however.” She smiled back at the camera over her shoulder. “Does it really feel good?” she asked, scrunching up her cute little button nose. “Do you think I should try it? I mean, I know it’s kinda popular now, but it just sounds kinda gross to me, y’know?”

“My friend, Dana, said she does it — oh, shit, sorry about that, Dane — I didn’t mean to finger you — I mean — shit — you know what I mean. Anyway, my friend says that it feels pretty good when it’s done right. But I just don’t know…”

As she spoke the camera followed Cindy’s hand as she grabbed hold of the soap bar, turning it over and over in her hand, getting her fingers all lathered up.

“But, like I said, I’ll do anything so we can have a nice prom. Well, almost anything, anyway.” She rolled her eyes at the camera, smiling sheepishly.

Turning back around, so that her ass was facing the camera, which promptly zoomed in for a tight shot, Cindy reached between her legs and soaped up her bottom valley. Nervously rolling the bar of soap in her hand again, the camera captured Cindy’s hand, as she ran her middle finger around and around the rim of her tight brown hole.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this on camera,” she laughed, as she gently pushed her middle fingertip into the dark beyond. “Oh, shit…” she chuckled, enjoying the complicated dual sensations of both penetrating, and being penetrated there for the first time.

Cindy withdrew her fingertip, soaped up her hand again, then reapplied herself. Facing forward, Cindy’s eyes were closed in focused determination, as her fingernail slowly disappeared. Applying more pressure, Cindy pushed forward until her first finger joint slipped inside her puckered hole.

“Oh, shit…” she winced again, pushing her finger deeper, all the up to the second joint. Her sphincter contracted hard, trying to repel the invader backwards. It felt like she needed to crap. But she persisted, until finally, her muscle began to relax.

“Ohhh…shiiit…” she repeated, only partially enjoying the irony, as she gathered up her courage, took a deep breath, and pushed her finger back in her tiny hole. It was still more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but she knew that she had to perform for her audience. Moving her finger slowly in and out, Cindy inhaled and exhaled deeply, relaxing her muscles further.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she conceded. “I think I’ve proved my point.” Cindy withdrew her finger from her ass, and took a sneak peek at it. She was glad to see that it didn’t bear any remnants, then washed it thoroughly with the soap bar.

“That’s pretty tight,” she laughed, washing her hole with a washcloth. “If you’re bigger than this,” she said, holding up her finger for the camera, “don’t even think about going near my ass.” “But,” she added, “If you’re not even that big, don’t even bother responding!”

“Now then, where were we?” she asked rhetorically, looking around the shower stall. “Oh, yes, I wanted to thank you for sending me such nice presents.” She picked up the thick, flesh-colored dildo and soaped it up for the camera, pretending that it was real.

“Is that how you’re supposed to do it? I’ve never held a real one before.” She looked at the camera and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. “And by the way, are they all this big?! ‘Cuz I’d be kinda scared if they were!”

Cindy laughed again, then held the fleshy cock to the side as she spread her legs and pink cunt lips wide for the camera to zoom in on. Rubbing herself with her hand, Cindy slipped one, then two, fingers inside her wet snatch, finger fucking herself in the running shower for the camera.

When she was good and loose, Cindy spread her cunt lips again, and lowered the head of the fleshy cock to her tiny snatch. “Should I do it?” she asked. “Should I stuff this fake cock in my pussy? I will, but only if you double and triple your bids, okay?”

With that caveat, Cindy pressed the head of the jelly cock to her slit and pushed. Her mouth gaped open as the large head forcibly spread her open. “Oh, fuckkk…” she breathed in holding her breath as the large cock head penetrated her. Cindy quickly moved her other hand to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as her cunt muscles tightly squeezed around the plastic cock.

Withdrawing the dildo about two inches, Cindy slowly pushed it back inside, repeating the maneuver over and over, each time taking more and more of the cock inside her tiny pussy. The camera moved off her cunt and zoomed in on her face, her contorted expression clearly telling the tale.

“It’s so fucking big!” she panted, staring straight into the camera lens as the warm water from the shower ran down her trim body. The camera followed the rivulets of water, and again focused on Cindy’s pussy, as she worked the large dildo inside of her snug pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, turning around and bracing herself against the tiled shower wall with one hand as the other continued to fuck her pussy with the thick, wobbly, flesh colored cock from between her long legs.

The camera zoomed in to capture just how tightly her pussy was wrapped around the thick shaft of the dildo. With each pull, her cuntlips were stretched backwards, gripping the sticky plastic. And with each push, her thin pink lips completely disappeared between her outer labia.

“It feels so fucking good!” she panted, sticking her ass out for the camera as she used her free hand to rub her clit. “I don’t know if I can wait…I don’t know if I can wait…”

“Oh gawd, Oh gawd,” she panted, her body jerking and rocking around the thick toy which she shoved deep inside her pussy. “Make me cum…Make me cum!” she yelled, flipping over and slamming her back against the shower wall. “Ah-hhh-hhh-hh!” she uttered, struggling for breath as she climaxed, then came, on camera.

Even after her orgasm, Cindy stood motionless in the shower, afraid that she might fall, as pleasurable aftershocks shot through her body.

“Oh fuck!” she muttered, chuckling to herself. “That thing’s big!”

Cindy gripped the shaft of the cock where it disappeared inside her pussy, marking just how deeply she had taken it inside her, then slowly pulled it out. She was amazed to see how much she had taken. It looked to be at least 8 or 9 inches.

“Not bad for a virgin, eh guys?” she taunted, waving it in front of the camera lens. “If you think you’ve got a big enough…bank,” she emphasized, “you know the drill. Go to my ad on eBay, and bid on the Cinderella package. C’mon, guys, make it happen. I can’t promise you sex, but I know my manners, so you’d have to be a total loser and treat me pretty badly, for me to wait for one more day, since I promise I won’t leave your side until our date’s over, cuz’ I’m a lady. Got it?” she joked, moving her face into the camera and shaking the dildo like an angry school marm.

We climbed aboard, Harve and Howie helping Carole.

The Yacht pulled anchor almost immediately the engines purring beneath our feet as we were shown to our cabins. Harve and Martha and Howie and Carole were in the two state cabins on the main deck whilst Jenny and I and Sarah, Rachel and Louise were taken down a steep flight of stairs to the cabins below decks amidships. The galley was to our stern and the crews quarters foreward.

We stepped inside our cabin after being informed there would be drinks in the lounge after we’d had half an hour to settle in. I closed the cabin door and we looked around. I’d stayed in worse hotel rooms.

Twin beds, a dressing table, two armchairs a chest of drawers and a built in wardrobe. Our own toilet, wash basin and shower completed the fittings.

There was a speaker built into the wall above the bed with some knobs beneath it. I twiddled some and Radio Jamaica came through the speaker. A tropical storm was forming east of the Windward Isles but was expected to head north towards the Bahamas and Miami. It was the first of the season and was not expected to reach above force nine. That was reassuring.

We unpacked our suitcases into the chest of drawers and dressing table. Hanging my jacket and trousers and Jenny’s posh frock in the wardrobe.

That took ten minutes. What to do with the other twenty? I lay on one of the beds and reached out my hands to Jenny. She sat on the edge of the bed by my side.

“I thought I’d emptied you.” She held my hand away from her breasts. “We haven’t got time anyway.”

“Nearly twenty minutes.” I said, pulling her towards me.

“Don’t.” She protested, lying by my side and me to put my arms around her.

“Alright.” I said, feeling her ass cheeks through the material of her wrap around skirt. “I won’t.”

She lay her head on my chest as I pulled the hem of her skirt up the back of her legs. She was right. My balls were empty and my prick was a little sore but we still had fifteen minutes to kill. I slipped my hands inside the back of her knickers and squeezed her ass cheeks. Pulling them apart I ran a finger along the crack between them. She sighed and kissed the line of my jaw.

“Do you think Howie will settle down now that he and Carole are married?” She

asked, dreamily.

My fingertip touched her anus. I rubbed around its tight folds of skin.

“Hmm.” She sighed again.

Pushing the gusset of her knickers away I rubbed between her two holes then against the beginning of her fanny. She lifted her head and kissed my lips. I worked my finger inside her. She bent her knee and lay her thigh across my hips.

I managed to get a second finger inside her and moved them in and out together.

I looked at my watch and stopped moving my fingers.

“It’s a pity we haven’t got time.” I said.

She lifted her head.

“Don’t be a bastard.” She replied. “I have a long memory.”

I know what’s good for me.

Keeping my hand inside her knickers I moved it around to the front of her body and cupped her pubic mound. With a fingertip I searched through her hairs for her clit. Her gasps told me I’d found it. I rubbed it. Slowly and gently at first the faster and harder. Her breathing quickened. She kissed my cheek. I kept rubbing. She knelt above my hips. Her pelvis moving with my finger. Suddenly she tensed then fell forward showering me with kisses.

She lifted her head and smiled down at me as I pulled my hand free. I held it up so she could see the line on the back of it where her knicker elastic had dug into it.

She sat up, her ass cheeks squashing my prick and balls and took it between her hands. She massaged it then kissed it.

“It’ll get better soon.” She said, so I felt her breasts with my other hand.

“No time now.” She climbed off. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll go and get Louise.”

*Chapter 25. *

We sat on the sun deck at the stern of the yacht drinking Rum punches and doing nothing. The view was great. All of the girls, including Martha, with the exception of Carole, had adopted Yacht wear. A blouse worn over they’re swimming costumes or Bikini’s. I had my shorts and shirt on and my open sandals.

Jenny was still self-conscious about the scars on her abdomen and seldom wore her Bikini. Today was an exception. She’d grown a little since we had bought it for our trip to Cyprus the previous summer. Her breasts and ass were certainly bigger. She kept running a finger under the elastic to ease where it was cutting into her when she thought nobody was watching.

Another jug of punch arrived and I filled Jenny’s glass.

“Don’t.” She hissed. “It’s too strong.”

“You’ll be alright.” I reassured her. “Drink it slowly.”

There was a warm glow inside my body. Everything was all right in the world.

I could hear a sound above the noise of our own yacht. It increased until the seaplane we had seen in the harbour swept overhead less than a hundred feet above us. I glimpsed four or five faces looking down on us. Then it was gone, heading just north of west in the directions of the Caymans.

They would be there in less than two hours. We had at least another twelve to go. I cast envious eyes after them. That was definitely the way to travel.

“Tonight we will be having a salad for dinner with meats, fish and cheese.” Cassie stood in the doorway to the lounge/bar. “Seven o’clock in the lounge. Please don’t dress for dinner. This is usually as formal as we get.”

Open blouse tied in a knot above her navel and shorts. She looked great.

“You are welcome to come up and look around the bridge.” She continued.

I looked at Jenny.

“Oh alright.” She said waiting for me to stand up and holding up her arms.

I helped her stand. Louise was standing up as well.

“Just the three at the moment.” I said watching three asses making their way foreward. Now to be shipwrecked with these three for a month.

On the Bridge we were introduced to Greg, the Captain and her father. He explained about the Yacht’s history and dimensions. Her top speed was eighteen knots with a cruising speed of fifteen. Cabin accommodation for twelve passengers in great comfort. Crew of nine. Captain and first Mate, Cassie, Engineer and assistant, Chef and three stewards.

We made our way past the radio set at the rear of the bridge, down the narrow flight of steps and back to the sun deck. Only Howie, Rachael and Sarah remained.

“Where is everybody?” I asked.

“Carole didn’t want to stay out in the sun for too long so she’s gone to our cabin.” Howie answered. “Dad and Martha are feeling tired and have gone for a lie down.”

Jenny looked at Howie.

“I’ll go and see if Carole’s alright. Will you come with me Louise?”

Louise nodded and followed her back through the lounge.

“Right.” Howie said, pressing a button on a pillar by the entrance to the lounge. “Let’s get this party underway.”

One of the Stewards appeared.

“Two bottles of Champagne and four glasses.” Howie ordered and sat on the cushioned bench seat along one side of the deck between the two girls. He put his arms around their shoulders and pulled them to him.

Both resisted at first looking at me.

“Don’t worry about Paul.” Howie said. “He’s a man of the world. Do you know?

He’s killed people.”

The girls both stared at me with wide eyes.

“How many, Paul?” Howie continued.

“I don’t like talking about it.” I turned my head and looked out to sea.

The Steward returned with the Champagne and glasses and placed it on one of the fixed tables.

“We’ll pour our own.” Howie said taking one of the bottles from the ice bucket.

“We’ll ring if we want anything, thanks.”

The Steward disappeared inside the lounge.

“Now what were we talking about?” Howie asked after he had filled the glasses.

“When’s the baby due again?” I smiled at him.

He took the hint to leave personal subjects alone and concentrated on the two girls. I sat back watching through lowered lids as his fingers slowly moved until they were on the underside of each girl’s breast. Rachael shook him off and, picking up her glass, came and sat next to me.

Howie whispered something in Sarah’s ear. At first she shook her head. He spoke again, this time with his tongue inside her ear. She crossed then opened her legs. His hand dropped to rest on her naked thigh. I looked at Rachael. She was staring out to sea as if trying to pretend nothing was happening on the bench to our side. I looked back to Howie and Sarah. His hand was on the bare skin above her bikini bottoms. They both seemed completely oblivious to our presence. His hand moved up, under her open blouse and onto her breast. They kissed. I shifted uncomfortably, either from the situation or my raging hard on. I moved one hand onto my lap to hide it. Rachael followed my movement with her eyes. She looked at me and smiled then placed her hand on top of mine.

Something moved inside the lounge. It caught Rachael’s eye as well and she moved her hand just before Jenny and Louise stepped out of the shadows.

Jenny stopped in front of Howie.

“You only married her yesterday. You Bastard.” She almost spat the words at him.

“It’s nothing to do with you. Fuck off.” He felt one of Sarah’s breasts. She pushed his hand away.

I stood up.

“Hey. Don’t you talk to Jenny like that.” I said, standing by her side.

“And what will you do? Fuck me?” He asked, looking at my hard on then standing up and towering above me by a good four inches.

I saw Jenny looking down at my prick from the corner of my eye.

I clenched my fists and thought furiously. What was I going to do? He’d kill me in a fight. Jenny was going to kill me for having a hard on in public.

Jenny moved between us.

“Don’t hit him, Paul.” She said.

Howie drew back his fist.

“What’s going on?” Harve asked storming out of the lounge, tucking in his shirt, followed by Louise and Martha. Martha looked flushed.

“We were just having a little disagreement.” Howie replied.

Harve looked around.

“And I can guess what it’s about.” He stood full square in front of his son.

“You have a wife in there. Go and be with her.”

Howie stood his ground for a few seconds then turned and left without a word.

Harve turned to Sarah and Rachael.

“I think you two should cover up your bodies and leave him alone. I think everybody should go back to their cabins until supper. Ok.”

There were a lot of muttered ‘yes Harve’ and we all dispersed.

Louise followed us into our cabin where we sat and listened to the heated argument from Sarah and Rachael’s cabin next door. We couldn’t hear all the words but caught enough of the tone to know they weren’t discussing the weather.

Finally the noise subsided and we looked at each other.

“My Brother.” Louise said.

Yes. Her Brother.

*Chapter 25. *

Dinner was a strained affair with little conversation. Jenny and I tried to keep up a cheerful banter with Carole but the look on her face showed that she was unhappy about something. She seemed listless and distracted. She didn’t look well.

Eventually we gave up the uneven struggle and concentrated on the food, which was excellent. I drank more wine than I should but had the sense to keep out of

Howie’s way in the lounge later.

Jenny pulled me out on deck and stood looking back over the stern rail with me standing close behind her with my hands around her waist.

“Not quite the peaceful, relaxing cruise we hoped for.” She said wistfully.

I nuzzled her hair and pulled her ass cheeks back into my groin. She moved one

of my hands up onto her breast. I squeezed gently. She leaned back against my shoulder.

“Don’t drink anymore tonight.” She turned her head and kissed my cheek.

“Why not.” I slurred the words.

“I might have something I want you to do.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you here.”

I squeezed her waist.

“Tell.”

“Alright.” She said, looking over our shoulders to make sure we were alone. “I

want you to kiss me.”

“Do that now.”

I kissed her cheek then, turning her to face me, kissed her mouth.

“Not there.” She said pulling away.

I wished I hadn’t drunk so much wine.

“Oh.” I could still participate in a deep and meaningful conversation.

“Let’s go to bed. The sea air makes you tired.”

I didn’t know that. Still, she always knows what’s best for me.

Back in the lounge we said our goodnights and made our way down the steep stairs to our cabin. I sat on my bed and kicked off my shoes as I undid the buttons on

my shirt. I stood up and stretched.

“You’re right.” I called to Jenny in the bathroom. “This sea air does make me tired.”

I heard her grunt in reply then move around, rattling bottles. Silence. The toilet flushed. I heard the sound of water running into a sink.

I lay my head on my pillow for a second.

*Chapter 26. *

I opened my eyes. The sun was streaming through the thin curtains that covered the portholes in our cabin. I looked at my wristwatch. Six-thirty. It must be in the morning as I was dimly aware that it was dark when we had gone to bed. I looked across at Jenny. She lay on her side with her eyes open watching me.

“You’re awake.” She said.

It wasn’t a question. She turned onto her side facing away from me. Now what had

I done wrong?

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I had a piss and a shit then contemplated the shower. Was it too early? No, I was on holiday and I could do what I liked. I switched it on and stood underneath it. I heard the door open and the hiss of Jenny on the toilet. The shower cubical door opened and she squeezed in beside me. I turned and tried to pull her to me but she pushed me away. I must have done something bad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She replied, turning her back on me.

“No.” I said, working up lather with the soap and applying it to her back.

“There’s something, I can tell.”

She turned around to face me so I did her breasts.

“I’m not pleased with you.” She tilted her face up to mine, water cascaded down it.

“What have I done?”

“Two things.” Her fingers wrapped around my balls. “Why was Mr Willie standing up when you were sitting down next to Rachael.”

“Howie and Sarah were doing things.” I stammered as her fingers tightened.

“And you had to watch?”

“I couldn’t really avoid it.”

“Hmm. I might let you off on that one. It wasn’t hard because of Rachael.”

“No.” I could sound like I was telling the truth when I was. “It certainly

wasn’t because of her.”

“Ok. I know he has a mind of his own. I share a bed with him most nights.”

“Now what was the other thing I did?”

“What you didn’t.”

She turned her head away. She was embarrassed.

Think.

We were standing at the rail talking about. Ah, I knew.

“Do you still want me too?”

I switched off the shower and held her, my prick was growing. She rested her head on my chest and moved her pubic mound against it. She lifted her head so I kissed her. My hands ran down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. Holding them, squeezing them, pulling them apart. She ground her fanny against me. Her breaths coming in gasps. We stepped out of the shower. I helped her to sit down on the toilet seat knelt between her thighs. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and kissed the back of her thighs before probing between her fanny lips with my tongue. She gave a little cry as I touched the warm, moist flesh inside. I sucked on her lips to open her hole then searched with my tongue for her clit. Her hands pulled at the back of my head as I found it. She was breathing like a woman in labour when I sucked it into the open and licked it with the tip of my tongue. I pushed a finger inside her as I continued licking and sucking.

Suddenly she tensed. She took four or five deep breaths then relaxed.

I lifted my head and smiled at her, still fingering her hole. She smiled back and closed her eyes. I pushed a second finger inside her and moved them in and out together. She arched her back and pulled my head back down, between her legs. I went straight to her clit. Lightly touching it as I moved my fingers faster. She gasped, tensed, then sighed. I pulled my fingers from her hole and stood up. I stroked my prick back to full hardness and presented it to her mouth. She licked her lips, pulled back my foreskin and took it inside. She held its base with one hand and cupped my balls with the other as she slid her lips back and forth over its head.

It was my turn to gasp. My hips started to move of their own accord. I ran my fingers through her still wet hair.

I could feel my balls tightening, my prick head swelling. My breathing quickened and I held her head still as I pumped my come into the back of her throat.

She spluttered, then swallowed. Using her hand use worked my foreskin back and forth until she was sure I was empty then stood up and kissed me. I could taste the salt of my come on her tongue.

“Let’s go up on deck.” I said, holding her at arm’s length and looking down at

her nakedness. “I think we’re there.”

“I was.”

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*Chapter 26. *

We spent the morning exploring the Capital of Grand Cayman, Georgetown, returning to the Yacht at one for lunch. The Yacht shipped her moorings and left port as we were still eating. We headed due east and we were expected to arrive of our deserted desert Island in approximately three hours. The storm we had been warned about before leaving Jamaica had been steadily worsening and was now expected to strike Haiti on Tuesday. The Captain, who was keeping us informed of developments, assured us that we would not be in any danger and the most we would experience was some heavy rain on the return journey.

We arrived at our small cluster of Islets just after four and dropped anchor about fifty yards off shore in a bay on the south side of the largest. The motor launch was lowered and we were transported to the small collection of huts that stood above high tide mark on the sandy beach. I could see small dots moving on the steep, shrub-covered slopes of the hills beyond the beach. I pointed them out to Jenny.

“Goats.” Cassie said. “Allowed to run wild in the fifteen hundreds by pirates as a source of food if they ever came this way. Been here ever since.”

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

“This is our first season and our forth run. The previous Captain left in a hurry and after mother died Dad didn’t want to leave me alone for long periods as before so he took this job for the summer. I’m off to Uni.’ in Miami in the fall. Dad says he’ll stay here. There’s plenty of work in the Caribbean for somebody with a masters ticket.”

“What are you going to study at University?” Jenny asked. “We go at the moment in England.”

At that moment the bow of the boat crunched against the sand and small stones the formed the beach and Cassie jumped out into the knee high water and held it while we climbed out. Howie carried Carole onto the dry beach so Jenny held out her arms for me to do the same. I turned my back.

“Climb on.” I said over my shoulder and I felt her arms around my neck. She half scrambled and half jumped onto my back causing me to stumble forward as I lost my balance and the slight pull of the sea around my legs ensured I didn’t regain it. I fell in headfirst; rolling over I dislodged Jenny and stood up.

She sat up. The water lapping just below her breasts. Breasts I could see through the soaking material of her blouse.

“You should have worn a bra.” I whispered into her ear as I helped her to her feet.

“You did that on purpose.” She pulled the material away from her nipples.

“No I didn’t.” I protested. “It was your fault. Anyway, you look very sexy.”