Chapter 20: Luau in Matthew Town

Despite the shirts and the rain, the luau was a blast! I think we all ate too much. The only thing noteworthy was that Alfred and Roland left the boat and disappeared for an hour before they returned soaking wet. They didn’t say why they had left, but I saw him nod to Archara on their return.

While I was helping to clean up the salon and galley, Kelly Ann came and got me.

“Come with me, little brother,” she whispered in my ear. I followed her to her cabin and into the en suite bathroom where she closed the door and locked it. Then she quickly stripped off her shirt and skirt and pushed her panties down.

“What’s going on, Kelly Ann?” I asked.

“What does it look like?” she snipped. “Oh, alright. I’m horny! And I’m about to start my period, any time now. So I want you to scratch my itch!” Then she bent over the countertop and reached back and spread her cheeks.

I stood there just staring at her sexy ass, then slowly dropped my shorts. I rubbed the head of my cock through her lips but she was dry.

“I know I’m dry. I get that way when my period’s due. Just shove it in. It won’t hurt too bad.”

I stepped back and opened a drawer beside the sink and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. There seemed to be one in every bathroom. Then squirting a little in my hand, I rubbed it up and down my cock. Then I squirted a little between her ass cheeks and watched as it ran down to her pussy lips. Then I moved my cock slowly through her lips several times before I let myself slide into her now lubricated pussy.

“Oh, god! That’s what I wanted” she said as I slowly sank into her depths. Then I began to pull out just as slowly. Kelly Ann tried pushing back using her hands on the countertop for leverage, but I was having none of that. I knew the slow movements were driving her wild.

When she tried it a second time, I stopped and pulled both arms behind her back, folding them at the elbows so they crossed, and then holding them with one hand and pushing down on her back to smash her boobs against the countertop, I slowly eased out again. I found the pace and I could feel her shaking with excitement. Slowly in and slowly back out.

“Please, Alex! Fuck me harder!” she cried.

I stopped and smacked her ass cheek. “Hush! I’m driving!”

“But Alex...” she wailed, her cries reverberating off the granite walls in the small bathroom.

“Alex! You’re teasing meeee!” she cried.

Still, I kept the same slow pace.

Until finally, she said, “Anything! Alex. Just give it to me hard!”

Now everybody knows that commitments made during sex don’t count, but I was gonna have fun with this. I immediately withdrew my cock and rubbed my finger in her oily snatch.

“Anything?” I asked as I touched her swollen clit.

“Ahhgggg!” she cried shaking her head. “Yes! Yes! Anything!”

I slowly slipped my cock back into her slick pussy and began to pick up the speed.

“Yes!” she cried triumphantly. “Oh, Yes!”

Then I slid my slick finger over her rosebud and with a hard shove of my cock up her pussy, I shoved my finger up her ass.

“Yes ... Ohhhh! Ohmygod! Don’t ... Stop! Don’t stopppp!” she cried.

I continued to fuck her pussy and her ass, harder and faster. Her moans getting louder and louder. Until suddenly, she jerked and became still.

I pulled my cock and finger out and she just melted and slid to the floor like a cartoon character on Saturday morning TV. I had to reach over her to wash my hands before I would touch her. Then, trying to decide how to handle this, I simply picked her up and stepped into the shower. Propping her up on the little bench there, I began to spray her off. That’s when she opened her eyes.

She looked down at her lap and said, “Shit! I knew I was going to start any time. Let me get that cleaned off of you,” she said taking the showerhead. “You didn’t come?”

“I’m fine,” I told her. “The question is, how are you? And is that what you wanted?”

“I am so fine I shine! And it was even more than I expected. Alex. I’m sorry if I came on a little too strong, but I knew this was going to happen,” she said, pointing to her bloody pussy. “And it was like I just had to have you again.”

I leaned down and kissed her. “You could never come on too strong,” I told her.

“Great, now get out and let me get cleaned up!” she said.

It was odd getting dressed after a shower, but I soon exited the small bathroom so she had more space (and privacy) to take care of herself.

When I returned to the salon, the adults were gathered around the table talking. The girls were scattered about on the bridge or in their rooms. The cockpit was out as a bedroom tonight because of the rain, so I asked where I should sleep.

“I’m not tired, why don’t you take my bed. I’m sure I’ll be comfortable here on the sofa,” my mom said looking at Isabella. I just shrugged my shoulders and headed for the rear port stateroom.

I had just turned out the light when the door opened and Isabella slipped in.

“Do you mind?” she asked. “I really didn’t want to sleep on those sofas tonight.”

“Be my guest,” I said as I turned on the reading lamp and threw back the covers. She could see that I didn’t have on any clothes.

In the dim light, she slowly unbuttoned her flowery shirt then folded it neatly and put it in the hanging locker. Then she unfastened the skirt she was wearing and did the same. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she glided gracefully through the motions. Then taking the waistband of her panties, she pushed them slowly down her legs. I thought I was going to cum all over the sheets as her breasts dangled beneath her chest when she paused and looked up at me, before she finished pushing her panties down and stepping out of them. Then looking me straight in the eye, she slowly bent down without bending her legs and stopped. Her eyes seemed to tell me that she was deciding on something in her mind. Finally, decision made, she picked up her panties and put them away.

“If you were trying to make me lose my mind,” I told her breathing hard. “Then you succeeded!”

She climbed on the berth, placing a knee on each side of my hips.

“Did you enjoy the luau tonight?” she asked breathlessly. Then without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward, placing her nipple next to my lips and asked, “Would you care for dessert?”

I kept my eyes on her eyes as I slowly ran my fingers up her side until my hand encircled her breast, then pulling it gently to my mouth, I sucked on her engorged nipple. Then I repeated myself on her other breast, gently sucking her nipple into my mouth. She shivered as my tongue ran across the tip of her nipple, and then she mashed her boob into my face.

Without pulling her nipple out of my mouth, she wiggled her pelvis until she felt what she wanted and then slowly slid back. As my cock entered her channel, her breast stretched so far I was about to let the nipple slide from my mouth. But she stopped with my cock halfway in and let me get a better grip on her breast. Then she slowly eased back further until my cock would go no deeper and her entire breast was stretched tighter than a banjo string.

“Ahhhh,” she sighed. Then she made a little chirp when I let her tit go. I quickly grabbed the other nipple with my lips and proceeded to stretch that breast as far as I had the last one. We kept this up, alternating breasts for a few minutes until my mouth became tired. Letting her nipple go I reached up and began to use my fingers on her nipples as she began moving on my cock. I squeezed and she would squeeze me with her pussy. I would twist her nipples and she would move her pussy in small circles on my cock. Then I would stretch her breasts, pulling on her nipples until I thought they would go no farther. When I let go she moaned.

“Please don’t stop. They can take it!” she cried. “Pinch them! Twist them! Pullllll them!”

My back arched of its own accord as I plunged my cock deeper into her pussy and pulled on her nipples, stretching her breasts almost beyond my comprehension. This was my first experience with ‘titty torture’ as she called it later, and it was blowing my mind it was so sexy!

I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t come with Kelly Ann, so I was already primed. But this was just ... OMG! I exploded into her pussy as she clamped down on me and wouldn’t let go. Shit! I needed to finish but she was holding my cock with her pussy too tight to shoot again. Finally, she relaxed her grip on my cock and I began shooting into her. I must have cum more than I ever had. And when I looked in her eyes, she had a satisfied sort of evil grin.

“What was that!” I huffed.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Did I like it?” I replied. “I fucking loved it. No one has ever done that to me before. And your tits! Wow! I didn’t know they would stretch that far!”

“Well, I’m glad I could share a new experience with you and I’m glad you liked it. You were perfect. I’ve had other men who seemed to hurt me when I did that, but you were just right. It was almost as if you could read my mind about when to stop pulling.”

“It must have been my instinct kicking in and I didn’t even know it,” I told her.

“Well, whatever it was, it felt great and you were wonderful,” she said. “However, I want to warn you not to try this with just anyone. Some girls find it too painful. Especially younger girls. They have to be mentally prepared and have practiced it some before it’s enjoyable. Then there’s the challenge of finding the right guy who understands the limits.”

We discussed what she called ‘titty torture’ and how it was entirely up to the girl as to how far to go. “You have to pay really close attention to the signals she’s giving you. It’s kind of like a girl fondling your balls,” she said. “One wrong move and it’s pain city!”

She also explained that it was one of those once-in-a-while things. And I shouldn’t expect it all the time or from every partner. “Like anal sex!” she said. “It’s okay every once in a while, but very few women actually enjoy it all the time.”

I didn’t tell her about Anna.

“Would you like to try something else new?” she asked.

When I said okay, she asked me if I really trusted her. I realized that there was a lot about sex that I didn’t know and here was an older woman (okay, she was thirty-two), who was willing to show me some kinky moves.

She quickly got on her knees between my legs and licked me clean, making me rock hard in the process.

“Oh, the stamina of young men,” she sighed. “I was just getting started.”

Then she straddled me again impaling herself on my shaft. Closing her legs, she wormed them between my legs which I spread wide for her. Because her legs were closed, she had an iron grip on my hard cock.

“Now, can you bring your knees back to touch your chest?” she asked.

“I think so,” I told her as I moved first one and then the other knee as far back as I could.

She grabbed my feet, one in each hand and leveraged herself up until the only place we were touching was her hands on my feet and her pussy joined to my crotch, my cock having completely disappeared up inside her. Then she slowly began to move her pussy on my cock. The feeling was exquisite.

“This is called the Amazon Position, or female superior position. If you look, it looks like I have a cock and am fucking you.”

Then pushing my feet down as far as she could, which caused my pelvic bone to rise, she slowly pumped herself up and down.

She was right! It looked exactly like she had a cock and was fucking me. I suddenly realized that I had actually done this before, but almost entirely on accident. However, before I could recall exactly who I had done this with, I realized that Isabella had her back bowed, causing her tits to be thrust forward. So, I reached up with both hand and gently pulled on her nipples.

She lost it. Isabella moaned and began to fuck me harder and faster. I twisted her nipples and she moaned again. This was not the titty torture of before, this was more gentle teases that took advantage of the nerves that seemed to run from her pussy to her nipples. Her moans were interspersed with grunts as she fucked her pussy at me as hard as she could. I thought I was in no danger of cumming too soon, when suddenly, the senses of touch and smell and sight overwhelmed me and I began shooting copious amounts of cum into her pussy.

Isabella kept moaning and grunting and slamming her pussy down on my cock, churning my cum to a milky white froth. Finally, she let my feet go and sagged between my legs. Her hair fanning out to cover my face as I gently lowered my legs to get the circulation going again.

“That was fucking FANTASTIC!” I cried. “What else can you show me?”

She rolled over to face the wall as she groaned. “My god! What have I created?”

I heard the engines start up about 5:30am Friday morning, so I climbed over Isabella and used the bathroom before heading to the bridge. Stopping to make a pot of coffee, I carried it and two cups up to the bridge.

“Starting early, I see,” I said as I climbed the stairs. “Coffee?”

“I already told Archara to keep you happy,” Captain Alfred cracked. “You just keep on bringing me coffee!”

I poured him a mug and set it on the console beside him. Then poured another for myself.

“Come up here and steer while I set the chart plotter. No automatic pilot today, I’m afraid,” he said.

He continued to keep one eye on the horizon which was just beginning to lighten despite the low hanging clouds while keeping the other eye on the radar, looking for any movement. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was not quite right about this.

Since the sails were stowed and the side wind screens open, for the moment, I didn’t have as much to do as usual and found that even with the captain beside me, my mind was wandering. I saw the sun briefly as it crested the horizon before disappearing behind dark gloomy clouds that promised rain in our not-too-distant future. It was while I was watching the last rays of sunlight go behind the clouds that I caught a glimpse of a giant spark, not an airplane or a drone, but something bigger. A ship!

“It’s a Horizon-class frigate, the Chevalier Paul. She’s returning from an exercise in the southern Caribbean off of French Guiana. A very close friend of mine, Vice-admiral Pritchard decided she might enjoy providing us with an escort to the Aéroport International Martinique Aimé Césaire on Martinique,” Captain Alfred explained. “Vice-admiral Pritchard is my first wife’s sister.”

“Oh?” I said.

“It seems the US Navy has staged a battle fleet just east of Martinique in the last few days.”

“A battle fleet?” I asked.

“One battleship and a couple of frigates,” he replied. “The Americans must be desperate if they feel they have to strip away part of their costal defenses for this last minute exercise. So France decided to remind them why we are one of the oldest and largest navies in the world.”

“That would explain them going out in the rain last night. They were in touch with the French Navy,” I thought to myself.

“That is the reason I am pushing the Serendipity so hard. So if you would, please restrain yourself from destroying our latest destroyer,” he said with a grin.

I looked at the control panel and we were going all out at ten knots. But the waves were beginning to toss us around uncomfortably in the storm. We fought the winds and the waves for the next five hours, lowering our speed to six knots while moving a little further east to skirt the incoming front.

“Why don’t you go below and ask Archara to bring me something to eat, then rest for a while. If we can get past the worst of this storm in a couple of more hours, I’ll let you take over while I rest,” he suggested.

“Here,” Carina said as she handed me a plate with two chili dogs smothered in cheese. “I’ll take something up to Alfred. When you’re through eating, go down to my cabin and rest.”

Following her instructions, I finished off the hot dogs and went below. It seems that someone was waiting for me.

“I hope you don’t mind if I lay with you,” said a naked Mischa from her mother’s bed. The blackout curtains were drawn and the only light was a small reading lamp over the bed.

She molded her body to mine as I lay down, so I wrapped her in my arms. She was silent for a while then said, “I know we didn’t hit it off, as you American’s say, when we first met, but the others have convinced me that I may have been wrong about my first impressions of you. Mom says I have been acting childishly to think that you would try to keep me from them. She says that you have been nothing but kind and polite to me and I have treated you poorly.”

“You were put into an uncomfortable position, Mischa, when I first came to live with you all. And I know your parents were unsure of me as well. With you in school and all the things you had to do, we didn’t have much opportunity to develop our own relationship. I’m sorry now that I didn’t take the time to get to know you better,” I said.

“But when we made love on the crossing you were so gentle and sweet and I didn’t understand how you seemed to know exactly what I needed. And before that, I know it seemed like I raped you, but I really didn’t think of it that way. I’ve felt so guilty ever since then.”

“There. There,” I said as I hugged her tighter. “I never felt badly towards you. I understand how relationships can be rocky at times, and honestly, we could have probably worked out the rough spots on our own if we hadn’t had the whole boat watching us.”

“I offered you my ass that day, but you made love to me instead. Would you still like to fuck my ass?” she asked.