Chapter 1

The rose tinted designer sunglasses slipped down the cute little button nose; Miss Pauline Temple stretched her long superbly shaped limbs, first one long leg then the other, wiggling her toes as she did; then she slid her hands up her body, brushing the long hard rose coloured nipples before sliding around her neck and ramming her manicured finger ends in to her long think blond hair.

Her back arched off the sun-lounger, her full round breasts pointed up towards the cloudless Caribbean blue, sun drenched sky. The catamaran lay still, not a ripple on the water to move it, all she could hear was the slight movement of her partner as he tried to busy himself, the occasional swear word as he caught his right hand, now useless and broken after a stupid encounter with a rope ratchet handle that had snapped back.

Pauline's crystal clear blue eyes peered over the slipped glasses at her perfect body, the only clothes a small G-string bikini bottom, she smiled as she thought it was no bigger than an gold eye patch, but so far out from the beach, no one could see her. She lifted her long legs and swivelled her arse around, a little push from her left arm and she stood, a light breeze swirled her hair around her face making her bring both hands up and push the blond mane back, her breasts jutted big and round towards the shore line.

"Don't see no silicone there pa" the tall muscle bound half wit giggled from behind a pair of high powered binoculars, his right elbow flicked out nudging the fat, ugly, balding 50 year old man beside him.

A low gravelled voice grunted, "Sure would like to massage them beauties, tell you now if I got my hands on them, I'd squeeze them, work on them, tie them real tight until they were double that size, now wouldn't that be something else? She's been walking around, showin everything she got since Wednesday, I think they got engine trouble but I bet she ain't, don't look nothin wrong with her motor."

Pauline was oblivious to the two perverted admires taking in her every movement, she cocked her head as she heard the dingy motor start, she lent over the rail, her large breasts swung as her firm round pert arse gave the two men something else to dribble over, "What's going on?"

Mike Stoll looked up from the dingy, "Can't stay around here any longer, first I got to get this hand sorted besides you say you got to see Sidney so I take it we got to make Oz, or, anyway I'm going to find some one who will help crew this thing, we can always fly him back if he don't get passage, see you later."

She waved down at him, "Don't wear yourself out, that's my job," she shook her shoulders making her breasts sway, he smiled and blew her a kiss then waved as he turned the throttle on the little outboard and spun the dingy away from the boat.

"She's waving at him, god don't them tits swing, I could suck on them for days."

"He's comin ashore, reckon he's after someone to fix his big fancy boat of his, stop staring at her tits and keep an eye on him."

The fat slob pushed himself off the bench and turned back in to the bar, his face smiled, his mouth open to show what was left of his teeth black and rotting from to much home made rum, he stuffed his hand in his pocket.

The bar man had seen him come in, he didn't like the loathsome troublemaker, him and his son picking fights, police had already warned him if he didn't keep the place under control they would shut it down.

He stood there waiting for the man to speak, a wad of bills came from his pocket, the bar man had always wondered where they got their money from, what ever it was it wasn't legal.

"There will be a blond haired fancy beach boy comin in here soon, he'll want help for his boat, if me and my boy get the job you get this," he waved the cash in front of the barman's face, "Understand?"

As the barman felt sick from the stale cigar smell of his breath but he nodded, he thought this could be a way of getting rid of this pair and the money would make up for trade that had stayed away because of them besides, who gives a shit about another fancy rich blond daddies boy anyway, he nodded.

Both men lent against the small wall that surrounded the bar, their binoculars trained on the boat. Pauline had some music on, she swayed around the deck, in her hand a fruit cocktail, the ice clinked against the glass as she bumped and ground her hips to the music.

"Look at that slut move, I tell you son she a natural, showing her tits and ass off like that everyday, I'd bang her sweet cunt raw if a managed to get hold of her."

"Sure Pa, like to smell her cunt, what you reckon her cunt tastes like, all hot and juicy, eh Pa."

The scruffy man laughed, "Reckon a slut like that would be dripping the second she saw my cock--"

"Excuse me gentlemen, I'm told your looking for a bit of work and your good with boats," the old man slowly turned and looked at the fresh faced young man, "I'm good with a lot of things what you have in mind?"

"Well, my name is Mike Stoll and I'm the captain, I've broken my hand and me and my partner have to leave for Sidney so we need a crew, what do you think?"

The old man winked at his son, "That catamaran yours?"

Mike smiled, "Well kind of, my partners rich uncle said she could use it, so we are just going anywhere we please but she did say she had to stop off in Sidney, so?"

"Oh so the blond bit with the thatch and the big tits goes with the captain of the boat does she?"

"It's the Blue Star and we are going to Sidney that all you need to know, now do you want a job or not?"

"Twenty dollars a day plus fags and booze."

"Sorry no smoking or drinking allowed."

"Then no deal, go find some one else if you can."

Mike knew he was right, "Okay but you buy the fags and drink and only on deck."

The fat man grinned, "You got a deal, we will be over in two hours and we set sail tonight."

Mike slowly climbed back on board, "Pauline, Pauline, where are you I've got news," he moved to the stairs and went down, a cold salad with wine sat on the table, he moved towards there sleeping quarters, opening the door he peered in.

On the bed stretched out, lay Pauline, her naked tanned body glistened in sweet smelling lotion, her huge breasts rose and fell to her deep breaths, his eyes travelled down to her slim waist and on to her shaven cunt lips now wet with anticipation.

Her blond hair tussled over the pillow, her eyes closed, her full pouting mouth parted allowing her pink pointed tongue to run over her cherry red lips, "Hello big boy, see anything you like?"

Even with a broken hand Mike soon had his clothes off and was between her open, spread thighs, his mouth clamped over the throbbing hot cunt, his tongue tickling franticly on the hard clit, working on her, making her writhe on the bed pushing her hips up to accommodate his greedy mouth.

Soon his eight-inch cock was ramming in to Pauline as she bucked and squealed on the bed. She had been playing with herself, waiting for him, she was horny and she was wet. She enjoyed fucking, she always had since she orgasmed on her first time, spurting her juice everywhere now she loved to cum, in the past rich men had soon paid a small fortune to be seen with her, money was her god.

Mike shot a load up in to her and rolled off, Pauline was soon down by his hips, her long slender fingers stroking the wet, very slippery cock, "So what's the news?"

Mike swallowed, it was hard to talk while Pauline handled his cock, "Well er, yes we have a crew, father and son, from, oh, er yes Panama I think."

She was kissing his cock, forcing it to stir, "So aren't you going to be fucking me on deck now, have I got to wait until you condescend to come or is it cum down here?"

"Oh god, er look their a bit rough but its been to long, I must get this hand sorted, meeting you was a wonderful thing and then, aahhh, don't nibble, and then this trip and you, you are an incredible girl but you want to get to Sidney, so we, ee, eaahh have to oh, yes, get your arse on top."

Pauline was soon bouncing up and down his hard shaft, she squealed her delight as she came again and again, the inside of her thighs ran with her juice. Mike tried to hold on but gave up as another load pumped out the end in to what she called her cock cage.

He went to get up but she held him, "Come just one more, I need you to fuck me again," but he pulled away, "Look they will be here in an hour so lets get ready, the quicker we go the better."

The little wooden dingy banged in to the side of the posh hull, Mike grabbed the rope and tied off, five cases of beer were thrown on the deck, then a bag, cigarettes and cigars tumbled out then another bag only this one the old man held firmly on to, Mike went to take it but it was snatched back. The old man looked at him then his eyes fell on Pauline, she looked fantastic, a bikini bra just covered her large breasts and you could see the skimpy bottom part through the chiffon skirt, her blue eyes covered by those rose coloured glass's, he put his hand out, "My are you a sight for sore eyes," she didn't touch him, Mike moved to take the bag, "Oh no captain, these are a few thing that people who now what can happen on these type of trips need to keep with them, there a kind of insurance as we like to call it."

Pauline grabbed at Mike, "A word please," Mike looked at her, "In private Mike, in private."

She dragged him below, "Look Mike I don't like the look of them, get rid of them now before well you know."

Mike shook his head, "No I don't know, look they are a bit rough but that's all we got, look if it will make you feel any better we will try it for a couple of days, if it don't work out then we come back and pay them off, okay?"

Pauline reluctantly nodded but what they didn't know was that their unwelcome guest had over heard all their conversation.

Mike went back up top as Pauline mused around her cabin, making the big ornate double bed that sat in the middle of their stateroom. She sat for a while checking her nails, brushing her hair before venturing back on deck.

As she stepped on deck the first word from her full pouting mouth was, "Shit," the two new crew were sat watching Mike as he pulled on ropes, they were drinking, the old one had a cigar in his hand, they turned and looked at her, wide grins creased their faces as they drank in the beautiful sight of her tanned body.

Pauline stormed towards them, "Hey you two there's work to be done, we don't pay you to sit around drinking and sunbathing," the old man just stared at her, chewing on his cigar he grunted, "What kind of work did you have in mind honey?"

Pauline snapped back, "How about getting off your drunken ass and getting supper ready," she turned and stormed off, muttering, "Knew we shouldn't have set sail with those rats."

The two men admired the swaying ass as it move towards the stairs, the old man giggled, "I'm getting hungry for something myself, something mighty tasty at that."

In the galley there was only one big table, Pauline and Mike sat at one end, the other two at the other. Pauline looked fabulous in a light top tied just under her well-filled bra and short wrap around skirt, she talked sweet talk to Mike trying to ignore the beach trash and the other end.

The son druelled over the sight, father knew it and whispered, "Look at her trying to turn you on, showing off them big titties of hers," he turned to Pauline, "Hey booby, showing your nips off, they look good so how about you hike your skirt up and show us your tasty fun slot?"

Pauline swung on him, "Keep your filthy talk out of it, you disgust me."

The old man laughed, "Oh come on booby how about a hand job or maybe a bottle fuck up your wet horny cunt?"

In fury Pauline turned and went down the stairs, Mike tried to stop her with a, "Honey wait," the old man carried on laughing, "Ya big tits, hang around, something big might come up, and I reckon I know just where to put it."

Mike rushed after her but didn't catch up until the stateroom, she stared at him, "I told you they were bad news now I want them off."

Mike cuddled her, "Yes your right, tomorrow we will shift them off tomorrow, we--," he stopped as he felt her hand squeeze his cock, she lay back on the bed, he knelt after her, with in seconds his zip was down and his eight inch cock was sliding back and forth between her rich pink lips.

For the next hour they went at each other, she orgasmed two, three times to his once, she squealed as his cock continued to pump in to her tight pink slit, when he stopped her hands fondled him until he could take her again.

She had just cum for the seventh time when their love making was shattered by banging on the door, it was him, the old man yelled, "Keep the fucking noise down we are trying to sleep," the sudden memory of them being on the boat cooled them and they stopped. In fury she cursed them but Mike promised they were just ignorant sailors with silly macho talk and he would get rid of them in the morning, she kissed him before cuddling in to a deep sleep.

In the morning her and Mike were trying to set sail, pulling as hard on the ropes anything to get on the move, father and son just watched, sniggering at the efforts. As she pulled down on the rope the bottom of her breasts were clearly visible, the old man wet his lips and called up, "Fancy a shag, you sure did last night you were squealing like a pig with its throat cut or maybe you fancy a big cock between them big booby's of yours?"

The son joined in, "Ya lets have them booby's out for an airing."

Pauline put her hands to her face, "Gets some work done, is that all you think about, well with me forget it and get to work."

Father never moved, "You come over here and sit that wet juicy cunt down on something big and I'll show you what getting done is all about."

Mike snapped, "Now cut it out, I want you off this boat you bag of useless garbage, I'll," but before he could finish the sentence a beer bottle smashed in to his broken hand, he screamed in pain.

Pauline screamed, "Mike," and rushed forward straight in to a hard right hook to her stomach, as the words, "Going somewhere big tits," filled her ears, she double in pain.

She writhed on the floor fighting for breath when she heard, "Tie big tits real tight, I've got plans for her, we're gona have some real fun with what she's got, for the rest of this voyage she's gona be all ours, and are we gona play with her, that's just as soon as beach boy's out the way."

Her arms were dragged behind her, ropes wound around and around her wrists then in between fastening her tight, she squealed cursing them, screaming, "Take your hands off me you sons of bitches," he words straggled in her throat as rope bit in to her neck and an evil voice growled, "Where we come from our bitch's wear collars," she was dragged to her feet.

With all her strength she was no match for the son as he tossed her in to the front rigging, she sprawled between the two hulls unable to get her balance, he grinned down and the writhing blond beauty now bouncing on the rigging.