Chapitre 3840: SHIPWRECK
This is breaking news on WNN .... We are getting reports that Nadia Sherematova and her two children have been found safe and well on an island in the South Pacific, 7 months after their luxury catamaran, Singular, was reported missing. Let's go over to our reporter, Michelle Lai, in Fiji for an update. Michelle, what can you tell us?"
"Thanks, Rick. We have received a report that the actress and model, Nadia Sherematova, and her two adopted children, Chloe and Lance, together with two other, so far unidentified, members of the crew were spotted on an island between Samoa and Fiji by a passing yacht who made contact and raised the alarm once they discovered who they were. The high-tech catamaran, Singular, disappeared without trace 7 months ago on a voyage from Samoa to Tahiti with 7 people on board, Ms. Sherematova and her two children and a crew of 4 under skipper, Bill Crichton.
"The Singular's GPS transponder and other automatic satellite communication devices lost contact 24 hours into the 1300 mile journey during a cyclone and a massive search and rescue operation was mounted despite there being no distress call. Some debris that could possibly have come from Singular was found but it would now appear that the search was in the wrong place as the survivors were found over 500 miles away from the last known position, in the opposite direction.
"Russian born, Ms Sherematova, one of the most famous models and actresses on the planet and considered to be one of the most beautiful women in the world, had taken the voyage to de-stress and avoid media intrusion after commencing divorce proceedings against her husband, the British billionaire media mogul, Carson Trip. The divorce was publicly acrimonious and Ms Sherematova had alleged rape, cruelty and unreasonable behaviour. Mr. Trip counter-sued with accusations of infidelity citing a hitherto unseen internet sex video which some experts believe to have been digitally altered. Mr. Trip, who stands to lose a significant portion of his fortune in the settlement, has subsequently got the divorce proceedings halted on the basis that his wife was dead. It is likely that they will be back on soon!
"Local maritime authorities are in the process of picking up the survivors and we will know more of what happened once this has been completed. However, the amount of interest and intrigue surrounding the divorce, the disappearance and subsequent reappearance is only going to get stronger.
"Rick, back to you in the studio."
Chapter 1
7 months earlier.
The luxury 80ft catamaran eased gently away from the pontoon with the jet thrusters making light work of the wind trying to blow it back against the harbour wall. What a wonderful thing technology was, mused Bill Crichton, skipper of the Singular, one of the most advanced sailing vessels in the world. Although, thought Crichton, as he edged the massive twin hulled boat out into the channel, with the pace of development for the America's Cup boats it was almost like F1 car racing and this boat would be seen as archaic in a few years, maybe even months.
Singular was one of only a few boats in the world using rigid airfoils instead of soft sails giving it high performance and the ability to set and manage the trim of the boat by computer from the cockpit. Despite the complexity it was very easy to sail but the few skippers around the world with experience of these boats were not going to admit to that as they didn't want the mystique to be blown away. Especially not Bill Crichton, a functioning alcoholic!
Drinking and sailing could be a recipe for disaster and his recent career was littered with near misses and bent boats and he had even once run aground on an ebbing tide. The latter was a definite no-no and a public humiliation as he was out there for several hours for the entire world to see as he waited for the tide to return. He was fortunate to have this gig and he knew it but did wonder how it had happened so quickly. His normal jobs were much more prosaic as he was a 'skipper for hire' ferrying boats from one port to another and given his reputation, the quality of boat was normally significantly lower than Singular. Fortunately for him he was the only skipper with airfoil experience within 2 hours flying time of Samoa, when the regular skipper was mugged and beaten up very badly just when the owner's wife wanted to use the boat.
He had been briefly introduced to his passengers as they had come aboard in the late afternoon amid a flurry of paparazzi. They were currently below in their cabins whilst they left port not wishing to give the photographers any more opportunity. A small motor vessel containing some photographers was shadowing them all the way out to sea but would soon turn back as the light was fading and the Pacific swells would discourage those with a delicate constitution.
Crichton's thoughts were interrupted by a nudge to his arm and a quiet voice.
"Dad, here's your tea."
He turned to look at his step-daughter, Tanya, tall, beautiful and lithe, dressed in cut off shorts and a bikini top as she held out the battered mug. He looked enquiringly at her as he took it.
"No, there's nothing in it. You promised you wouldn't!"
"Yes, I did sweetheart. I don't want to fuck this gig up do I? This could be the kick start my career needs. But it won't be easy to ....."
His voice tailed away as he thought of the ramifications of staying sober for the two weeks allotted to the voyage. His daughter squeezed his arm.
"I'll help, Dad, but I'll try not to nag. I know how hard it has been for you since Mum died but you won't find her in the bottom of a bottle. .... Oh god, I said I wouldn't nag and I've started already!"
Crichton's downward spiral had started when his wife, Madeline, had been killed in a car crash 5 years previously, ironically the fault of a drunk driver, when Crichton was away skippering a yacht in a round-the-world race. He had contemplated giving up the sea and becoming a full-time dad but Tanya had insisted he continue to do what he loved. Fortunately, the insurance payout was enough to pay for Tanya to attend an exclusive boarding school at home in the UK so Crichton continued to ply his trade around the world's oceans. She would join him for most of the school holidays and had become a proficient sailor herself as she helped crew whichever boat he was on at the time. She noticed the progressive change in her step-father each time she met him as he slipped further into the comfort of alcohol. He was still a good looking man with a towering physical presence at well over 6 foot and 220lbs of muscle with skin burnished by the sun and wind and his part-Caribbean ancestry. Physically he appeared to be doing OK but she knew that he was depressed and some of his mental faculties were being eroded by drink.
Tanya, looked around at the boat and silently prayed that he didn't fuck it up as he hadn't done so badly for a lad from a London council estate who left school at 16 with very little in the way of qualifications. She would help him all she could whilst she was with him but would be heading back to the UK to start university in 8 weeks so what happened after that was up to him.
Crichton looked at Tanya and tried, unsuccessfully, not to stare at her body, the delightful swell of her breasts contained in the string bikini and the curve of her arse in the tight cut-offs. He couldn't get over how much she had changed physically since he had seen her 6 months ago at Christmas. She had filled out in all the right places and was now a truly stunning girl with dark, almond shaped eyes and a café-au-lait complexion.
Tanya felt him gazing at her and noticed that he was checking her out like most men would, not in a fatherly way at all! Her nipples involuntarily hardened at the thought of her dad finding her attractive.
"Dad, you're staring and there's a course change coming up!"
Her voice interrupted his reverie and he looked guiltily away.
"Sorry, you should put your uniform polo shirt on, you're a distraction like that."
Crichton wondered why he'd said it. It was true but he shouldn't be perving on his own daughter! Tanya laughed at him.
"I'm your step-daughter you lecherous git, not some back alley hooker you go to when I'm back in the UK!"
He looked at her, startled, and began to protest.
"I have been with no-one since your mother died let alone a hooker. Anyway, you are my daughter that gives me some right to appreciate how you've grown up into a beautiful woman. Now put your shirt on as we don't want Ms. Sherematova to feel like second best!"
"As if!"
Tanya laughed but was secretly pleased that he had said it. She also wondered why her nipples had hardened as he had looked at her that way and said she was a distraction. However, if it brought him out of his depression she would have to flash him more often. She decided to move the conversation back to the passengers.
"What do you think of her? I thought she looked absolutely stunning and the two kids look just like her, I know they were adopted but they picked the right ones. They'll both have members of the opposite sex drooling over them as they get older. Maybe some of the same sex as well!"
Crichton reflected for a moment.
"Did you see her eyes? Cold as ice and dead to the soul. Yes, the kids look good but can they survive their upbringing? Privileged childhood normally leads to disaster."
He continued in a lighter vein.
"So if they attract both sexes are you going for the boy or girl?"
His laughter drained away as he saw Tanya's blush erupting.
"Sorry, sweetheart, bad joke but it wouldn't bother me if you played for the opposition .... You don't do you ....?"
By now, he too was blushing furiously but he kept talking, trying to fill the space.
"Sorry ..... open mouth ... insert foot ...."
Tanya started to giggle at his discomfort.
"No, Dad, I don't play for the other side. I'm very much on your side."
She looked up at his eyes so he could see the love in them and hugged him, resting her head on his chest before releasing him, reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Love you, Dad."
She went below to get changed wondering why she had added the comment about being on his side with the statement about her own sexuality. As she went down into the main saloon below the cockpit area she saw the other two crew members, Mitch Cadell and Tony Finch on their way up on deck. She shuddered inwardly as she passed them feeling very uncomfortable as they had done nothing but letch at her and make inappropriate comments since they had arrived on board with the passengers. They were not part of the regular crew but had made it clear that they were less than happy about the quality of the stand-in skipper with several snide comments passed about hoping they didn't run aground and unfunny jokes about avoiding jetty walls. Her father's reputation had preceded him but he had done his best to let the comments wash over him without reacting.
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Nadia Sherematova stood in her small but opulent cabin, clad only in a satin robe looking at herself in the full length mirror wondering what on earth she was doing. When her publicist and lawyer had suggested getting away somewhere really remote for a few days to avoid the worst of the publicity surrounding the divorce she had no idea that they meant this remote! Given the circumstances they had not managed to get approval from her husband's lawyers to use his 250ft luxury motor yacht currently in the Caribbean. In some respects that was not a bad thing as it would have been a paparazzi magnet and far too accessible from land by helicopter. Singular had been the best option and surprisingly, Carson had agreed to it after a few days.
She'd never been on a yacht before apart from one scene in her first film where she had played the part of a drug runner's girlfriend. It hadn't been much of a part she mused, just wear a bikini and look sexy! Much like the young crew member, Tanya, she had been introduced to as they arrived on board. She looked good enough to eat and the thought of diving between those beautiful legs and tasting her pussy made Nadia's own pussy spasm and her clit hardened. She opened the robe and let her right hand drop to cup her mons and she lazily circled her extended clit feeling her pussy moisten at the thought of Tanya's dark head between her own pale thighs. Ooh, this voyage could be just what she needed, some girl-on-girl action as a contrast to the pain of her most recent relationship with a man. What a cruel, perverted bastard he had turned out to be and she thought back to the last time she had seen him.
She had been away filming in Spain but because of various production problems the producers had sent the cast home 2 days early and she had decided to surprise Carson by arriving unannounced at their Malibu mansion. The limo had dropped her off as it was getting dark and she had let herself into the house and called out to announce her presence but got no reply. Guessing it must be the maid's night off she dropped her stuff in the hall and was about to go upstairs when she heard a voice coming from Carson's study so moved down the corridor towards the partially open door. As she got closer the angry tone and content of his words made her pause and listen.
"Now, kids, one of you or maybe both of you are responsible for breaking the vase, Ming dynasty by the way so not cheap shit which is easily replaced, and won't own up to it. I find that unacceptable behaviour and if your mother was here she would agree with me. What she might not agree with is the punishment I'm going to mete out until one of you admits to it."
Nadia pushed the door open slightly wider and gasped in shock as she saw her 18-year old twins, Chloe and Lance, each leaning forward over the back of an armchair with their hands tied behind their backs, their feet bound and a gag across their mouths. To make it worse they were both naked from the waist down and Carson was idly flicking their bare bums with a riding crop. She pushed the door open with a crash.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing to my children?"
Carson turned at the intrusion and his eyes widened in shock as he realised who it was but recovered his poise quickly.
"Ah, Nadia my dear, I'm just about to dispense some overdue discipline on these uncontrollable children of yours. You won't do it so I feel that I should."
The two teenagers started to scream through their gags and tried to stand up but Carson pushed them back down. Nadia screamed at him to stop and stormed towards him and started slapping him but he ducked and slapped her hard across the face so that her head rang and she slumped to the floor, semi-conscious. She was vaguely aware of him man-handling her and as her mind regained clarity she realised that she was bent over the long couch with her hands tied behind her back in a similar position to the twins but without a gag. Her long white-blonde hair fell around her and she could not see what he was doing or Chloe or Lance but she could hear them sobbing.
"Look, Carson, let me up and we can talk about this."
"No, sorry Nadia, the time for talking passed a long time ago. We don't agree on simple things like discipline so I need to take charge and discipline you all."
"If you think you are going to beat me or the kids with a riding crop you might just as well ring your lawyer now and tell him to get ready for the biggest divorce case the world has seen."
"Yes, I thought that might be the case so I decided that I may as well go out with a bang, so to speak! Our marriage has been a bit of a sham although we have both benefited from it publicity wise but we've not really enjoyed mutual harmony in the bedroom so to speak."
"Yes, mainly because you seem to think that bondage is normal behaviour and ..."
Carson cut her off before she could continue.
"And you are as cold as ice! A blow-up doll would give more response than you do. No wonder your first husband said famously that you give so much in your acting that you have nothing left for your family."
"That's not true; I love my children and have given them everything they could possibly want."
"Except your company!" shouted Carson. "You have been away for their birthday for the last two years and given that you only have one day a year between two kids it shouldn't be that difficult to arrange. You even missed their 18th ... you're the star, make sure it is in your contract you cold, heartless bitch."
The barbs hit home and Nadia started to sob silently and Carson continued.
"So, where were we? Ah yes, I'm going to punish you and spare the children and I'll get some enjoyment from it but for you it will be nothing more than a pain in the arse!"
His laughter was mocking and slightly hysterical.
"Actually, I think the kids should see this up close and personal so to speak."
Nadia could feel movement on the sofa and realised that the twins had been positioned either side of her but she could just see their legs on the cushions so realised they were facing the other way with their heads over the back.
"Now hold still I've got a sharp knife here and I wouldn't want to damage your next photo opportunity."
She went rigid as she felt the cold metal of the knife blade inserted into the waistband of her leather trousers between her buttocks and then a sharp jerk and the seam gave way. His hands pulled the cut flaps of the trousers further apart and down her legs to her ankles.
"I guess that's about $1000 of trousers gone but I'm sure you can afford some more. I can't be arsed to remove your boots so we'll just have to go like this, although that $150 thong will have to go."
With one swift movement of the knife the string between her buttocks was severed. She wondered what her punishment was going to be but assumed that he wasn't going to hurt her as he had the opportunity with the knife.
"Even at the age of 42 you still do have the most glorious arse, I can see why the red-carpet shots are of you walking away from the cameras. Now this is going to be a bit cold so don't flinch as it will make it easier for you in the end. He! He! See what I did there kids!"
With that, he thrust his middle finger covered with some sort of lubricant through the unsuspecting ring of muscle that was Nadia's anus. She screamed, her back arched and her head came back and she tried to stand but Carson's hand in the small of her back pushed her back down again. She started ranting at him.
"No, not there, take it out, that's disgusting, it hurts, please Carson, stop it."
He leant forward putting all of his upper body weight on her back twisting his finger in and out through her violated anus and whispered in her ear.
"No, Nadia, I've wanted your arse from the moment we first met and I thought by marrying you I would have free access to this glorious body. That's not turned out quite as I had expected as we've had sex precisely 14 times in five years and only once in the last 6 months. See, I have been keeping score. There have been 152 suggestions of sex from me in the last 3 years and none from you. A one-sided relationship wouldn't you say and one that will be used in my divorce claim? Anyway now I'm going to take what's mine. Oh, and by the way I've dosed on Viagra and delay-spray so I'm good to go!"
"No, I beg you, please don't ...urghh!"
Her voice was cut short as he thrust the remnants of her thong into her mouth. It wasn't much of a gag but she struggled to spit out the slinky material.
He stood up again, removing his finger and she heard the rustle of his trousers falling down and the snap of the elastic of his underpants. She heard muffled gasps from the two children and then his feet shuffling across the floor. She tensed herself to repel the invasion of her anus that she knew was coming but instead he clasped her hips and dropped his head lower and gently rimmed her rosebud with his tongue. She was startled by the gentleness of it all and was surprised to find that her muscles relaxed. He felt the change in her and stiffened his tongue and pushed it against her puckered sphincter which gave way allowing him to penetrate in through her anus. This caused her hips to jerk involuntarily forcing his chin against her pussy lips and clit. The stubble on his chin coupled with the stimulation of his tongue on the hitherto untouched erogenous nerve endings around and in her anus suddenly transmitted itself to other parts of her body and she felt her clit and nipples hardening.
How can this be turning me on, she thought, its rape and yet I love the feel of his tongue on my arse.
Nadia had no experience of anal sex and refused any suggestion of it from her partners, male or female. However, Carson now appeared to have decided that she was not ging to get the chance to object!
She felt him withdraw his tongue and with a gentle lick around her rosebud he stood and pressed the head of his cock against her lubricated puckered anus. She sobbed and ranted through the gag and clenched her buttocks as tightly as she could but she could feel the invading organ starting to make progress as the muscular ring started to fail. Eventually her sphincter deformed and the head of his cock slipped in with a jerk. She screamed at the sudden searing pain and tried to pull forward to dislodge him but she was trapped between the back of the couch and his body weight on her back. She felt his hands move to grasp her buttocks and pull them apart so her arsehole opened more and with that he thrust harder into her. The long burning sensation as the whole of his fat, 6 inch, Viagra strengthened cock thrust through her defenceless anus was too much and elicited an even louder scream as she threw her head back and wailed.
"That's what you call 'balls deep' I think" said Carson in a matter-of-fact tone and she realised that she could feel his scrotum against her pussy. He grasped her long hair and pulled her head back even further and leaned forward to speak into her ear again as she moaned and groaned into the gag.
"Well, well! Look at that, Lance has got a boner from the sight of his mother being fucked in the arse. You never know, he might do it to you the next time now you've got the taste."
With her hair pulled away from her eyes she could now see the lower torsos and legs of her children on either side of her. Carson twisted her head so her eyes were directed towards her son's groin. Despite Lance's attempts to turn away from her and hide it she could see he was fiercely erect and this sent twin emotions running through her. How could he get excited at his mother's humiliation and yet another part of her brain was appraising what a nice big cock he had.
She twisted her head further around to see his face but his head was below the back of the sofa so she twisted the other way to look at Chloe who was looking at her with fear and pain in her tearful eyes. Nadia tried to smile bravely at her until Carson pulled on her hair again and her head was pulled straight. He put the other hand on her lower back and slowly withdrew his cock back through her anal ring. The burning sensation caused her to moan again but quieter this time as she was now stretched open which helped when his inward stroke was a thunderous pile driver which caused her buttocks to quiver as his hips crashed into her.
"Jesus Nadia, your arse is just as tight and warm and sexy as I've dreamed about all these years. Next time I see those rear end photos on you on the red carpet I'll give myself a hand-job as I remember this moment."
With that he started to pound into her with all his strength and she was buffeted backwards and forwards with his thrusting strokes, the smack of his thighs against her buttocks and the occasional wet farting noise were the soundtrack to her humiliation.
She tried to disconnect herself from the physical pain and reach a better place in her mind by imagining she was viewing a porno of his cock penetrating some other woman's arsehole in time with his thrusts. This worked for a while and the pain started to dissipate but, after a short while, she started to look at the mental images with growing arousal. The image of the glistening lubricated cock, pulling and distending the sphincter on the out-stroke followed by the smooth in-stroke which pushed her clitoris against the back of the sofa was having the completely wrong effect. She tried to stop the playback but it was too late and she could feel her pussy start to open and leak moisture. By now her hips were starting to thrust back to meet him and the burning friction pain against her anal ring was intoxicating.
"Hello, someone has started to get with the programme."
Carson was panting as he felt her backward thrusts in time with his in-stroke.
"Look kids, Mummy is taking it up the arse and loving it."
Nadia had no idea if the kids were watching and tried to stop moving against him but it felt too good. Who knew that a cock in the ass was what she had been craving all these years! Carson's thrusts were becoming increasingly frantic as he neared his climax and Nadia wanted desperately to come before he stopped. She finally managed to spit the thong out of her mouth and screamed incoherently at him while frantically pounding her arse back to him as he thrust forward pushing her distended clit against the sofa.
"Come on you bastard, fuck my ass properly, make me come, fill my ass up with your come, ... Ohh YESSSSS, cummingg!"
Carson was amazed by the transformation in his ice-queen wife and could not hold back and with one savage thrust into her began to pump his semen into her distended arse, he pulled half way back and thrust again.
"Yess ... take it ... BITCH!"
He held himself tightly against her arse and felt the last twitches of his still hard penis as he finished his climax. He lay across her back panting as he could feel her body spasm occasionally before she started sobbing.
He pulled his cock from her arse and watched as dribbles of semen started to leak from her ravaged anus. He chuckled to himself and looked down at the faces of the two teenagers either side of Nadia.
"Either of you fancy giving me a tongue bath to clean me up?"
Chloe looked at him with a mixture of fear and disgust and looked away. He turned to Lance who's steady gaze was also fearful but mixed with what might have been interest, but definitely wasn't disgust. The boy looked away and licked his lips.
"OK, well it was worth asking."
Chapter 2
A change in motion of the boat was enough to end Nadia's reverie and as she became aware of her circumstances, the throb of her erect clit between her fingers told her that she had continued to massage it as she had recalled the anal rape. The recollection of the strange but powerful orgasm from the cock in her ass and the touch of her fingers were slowly bringing her to another one. She went to one of her suitcases and pulled out a long, fat vibrator and turned it on before lying down on her front on the bed and resuming her finger movements on her clit which was now peeking out from its' hood at the top of her slit. With the other hand she ran the vibrator through the valley between her firm buttocks past her anus and down to her parted labia gathering moisture from her wet pussy. She then moved it back to her asshole and circled the tight pucker with movements that she had practiced many times since that fateful day. She had never really enjoyed vaginal sex and had never had an orgasm whilst penetrated even if her clit was being stimulated at the same time. She didn't know why it was; maybe the men she had been with were inadequate lovers although some had been very good with their tongues and fingers as had all her female partners, but penetrative sex had been a disappointment since she lost her virginity at the age of 14. That all changed when Carson fucked her in the ass and since then she could not think of anything else than the wonderful burning and stretching of her sphincter by a cock. She knew that once she found a man she liked and who cared about her during their lovemaking, she would ask him to butt fuck her in a gentler fashion than Carson and she would scream her way through endless orgasms.
However, finding a new partner was not possible whilst the divorce was going through so she had to make do with the vibrator. With that thought she plunged it through her anal ring with a savage thrust and her climax started almost immediately as she pounded her stretched rosebud with the phallus moaning and crying as the spasms wracked her body.
"Fuuuuccccck it's sooo goooood!"
She cried out loudly as her body thrashed through her climax, her head banging against the bulkhead to the next cabin as she did so.
Lance lay on his bed and wondered what the hell he was doing there. He'd agreed to come on the trip only because the alternatives had been either to go and see his adoptive father who was hospitalized with an aggressive version of Multiple Sclerosis or to spend it with his mother's parents in St. Petersburg. His father had already told Chloe and him not to come until the very end of the holidays and from past experience he would have died of boredom within 30 seconds with his grandparents especially as he spoke hardly any Russian.
However, two weeks on a boat, however spacious and luxurious, was also a candidate for the most boring vacation in the world award! He understood his mother's need to get out of the limelight, because, shit, after the day of the rape the whole thing had blown up into a mega media storm with reporters and photographers all over the place. Lance was convinced that she should not have got the police involved but she wanted his step-father publicly humiliated with TV coverage of him being put into a police car and during a court-case. That had back-fired big-time as Carson's PR machine had been more effective and most of the rumour and innuendo in the tabloid press, social media and the news channels had been about her and not him. A home-made sex-tape of Nadia and another woman had suddenly appeared and gone viral even if most people weren't convinced it was her, just a look-a-like, or had been digitally altered.
Lance's musings were interrupted by banging on the wall from the next door cabin and assumed his mother wanted him. He sighed and got up and went next door and opened the door.
The noise of the door opening was masked by the sound of the boat and the sight that greeted him was of his mother laying face down on the bed plunging a large cock shaped vibrator into her ass whilst swearing and crying incoherently into the pillow as another orgasm shook her. Lance's eyes widened and his hand dropped to his groin and he stroked his thickening cock whilst staring at the dildo moving forcefully between her firm buttocks. In his shock he let go of the door handle which slammed shut with the motion of the boat and he beat a hasty retreat back to his cabin.
Lance lay back on his bed pulled his T-shirt off and freed his straining penis from his jeans and started to stroke it, entranced with the memory of Carson's cock plunging between mother's buttocks as much as the sight he had just seen. It was not the first time in the last few weeks that he had jerked off to the memory of that day and how horny the sight had made him at the time. He knew that his mother was aware he'd got an erection as he stared at the cock raping her ass because Carson had pointed it out to her, but she had never mentioned it since.
Lance was still confused by the fact that the it was the sight of the raping cock rather than the undeniable perfection of the buttocks it was penetrating that seemed to be the focus of his thoughts. He had struggled with identifying his sexuality while at school and was still a virgin having had no experience of either gay or straight sex. He had indulged in a few mutual masturbation sessions at the exclusive all-boy boarding school he attended and had an unrequited crush on the captain of the senior soccer team when he was 15. However, he also liked to look at straight as well as gay porn. He continued to stroke his cock as he tried to focus on images of straight sex that he had seen. No, his mind reverted to the sight of the raping cock as it withdrew and thrust back again between his mother's buttocks and the sound of them as they were flattened by Carson's thighs and the screams of ecstasy that started to issue from her mouth as her arousal rose.
The memory of her pained but delighted cries as she implored Carson to fuck her properly brought him closer to coming and he changed his technique with one hand now fondling his balls as the other gripping the head of his shaft to mimic the feel of an anal ring. His orgasm started deep down in the base of his spine and his hips lifted off the bed before huge jets of semen burst forth from his straining cock as he moaned his own orgasmic cry.
"Take my come up your shit-hole, Mom!"
Nadia silently closed the door to Lance's cabin and retreated to her own. She had heard her cabin door slam even through the fog of lust caused by the vibrator in her ass and had rushed to the door just in time to see the door to Lance's cabin close. She had gone back inside and composed herself for a few minutes before approaching his door and quietly opening it just in time to hear his cry as his large cock pulsed and semen jetted forth over his stomach.
Maybe her source of anal sex was close at hand.
Chapter 3
Crichton handed over the watch to Mitch and went below into the main saloon with the table set for dinner. With the high-tech equipment on board it was very much a case of keeping watch. Steering was accomplished by a GPS driven auto-pilot which adapted to the sea-state to avoid large course corrections and both the radar and GPS system were set up to give a warning of other vessels whose tracks would bring them close to the Singular. All the watchman had to do was monitor the instruments and keep a look out for other vessels which did not carry GPS transponders or were not large enough to generate a radar echo. Given that this meant most of the local island-hopping vessels in the South Pacific, the technology was less of a help than might be the case in international freight lanes.
Quickly changing into his evening uniform, long trousers and a different coloured polo, Crichton left the cabin he shared with Tanya and went into the saloon to play host to the passengers. Normally the crew included a permanent gourmet chef but Ms. Sherematova had insisted on a low-key voyage and the catering would be provided by one of the crew and Tanya was the responsible for the first meal. Crichton entered the small but well equipped galley with just enough room for two people.
"Everything OK sweetheart, can I do anything?"
"Yes Dad, open the wine and put the salad on the table. Otherwise we're nearly ready to go."
He tried to move past her in the tight space to get to the wine rack and had to put his hands on her hips and squeeze his own body across her toned buttocks as they changed places.
"Move that sexy arse out of the way!"
He laughed but then coughed realising, once again, he'd said something that probably wasn't appropriate.
Her head shot up at the feel of his hands on her body, the contact with her buttocks and the comment he'd made. Was he now copping a feel on top of ogling her earlier in the day? What was going on? Was her dad flirting with her like any other girl? She looked at him but his back was to her as he fiddled with the bottles, surprised by the fact that she was pleased by his words and the physical contact.
For his part Crichton was totally confused as he thought about how good the contact with her firm buttocks had felt and his underpants were now a little fuller than before. He had to remind himself that it was his step-daughter he had just rubbed up against even if the contact was unavoidable. He looked back at her just as her gaze dropped back to her food preparation but he realised she had been staring at him and he wondered whether he'd offended her. He decided he should say something.
"Erm, sorry about that, it seems I'm a bit out of order at the moment. Perhaps I should go back to drinking."
She turned to him and put her arms around him from behind and hugged him, resting her head on his back.
"No you don't! If I have to put up with you perving over me to keep you sober then I'll be glad to have helped. Anyway it's nice to know you think I have a sexy arse."
He turned in her embrace and wrapped his arms about her and hugged her and looked into her beautiful amber eyes.
"I meant what I said earlier on about making Nadia feel second best. You have turned into a gorgeous woman who any man would find sexy, especially in that string bikini."
He then realised he'd probably overstepped the mark again and hurried on again, to his own complete embarrassment.
"Not that I'd noticed of course, well I did but ..."
She kissed her finger and placed it on his lips.
"Shh, Dad, I'm glad you noticed and I'm glad to know that you hold me so high in the pantheon of the world's beautiful women. I presume Mum would be at the top so I'm happy to be number 2"
He looked confused for a second and then panic and anguish passed across his face before he replied hesitantly.
"Erm, I think... I think ... you are even more beautiful than your mum." He stumbled over the words.
"She was gorgeous, but you ... you seem ... I don't know ... in my head... you are off any scale of beauty that anyone could put in front of me. That's not a reflection on your mum, just that the mixture of her gene's and the arse-wipe of your father has created some exotic, precious and wondrous flower that has suddenly blossomed, or maybe I've only just noticed. If it's the latter, then I'm a blind fool."
She stood on tiptoes and pressed against him to kiss him softly on the cheek holding his gaze with her own.
"That was lovely, the most flattering thing anyone has ever said to me."
Somehow his hands had descended to rest on her gloriously tight buttocks and he could feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. The whole sensation was enough for his cock to stir and thicken. Tanya felt this growing erection and was again surprised, not just by the by the fact itself, but by her own reaction when she did not pull away. She hadn't encouraged it but she didn't stop it either and wondered what message that sent. This confused her even more because she enjoyed the compliments and the hint of lust in his glances and ... the touches, especially the touch of his body on hers. But it was her dad! She shouldn't be doing this and nor should he but if it was contributing to the improvement in his whole demeanour in the last few hours ... then ... so what ... but how far would she go to help in the process?
They held each other's gaze, eyes reflecting love and she lowered her head back to his broad chest and he gently kissed the top of her head. Their arms tightened around each other.
"It's always good to cuddle with you, just like we used to when you were younger. Remember how you used to sit on my lap and we'd watch silly stuff on TV when I was back from a voyage? It was always a wrench to go back to sea or when you went back to the UK at the end of your holidays. It meant no more cuddles and they were very important to me especially after your mum died."
"You can always cuddle me Dad; I love it just as much as you do and the best bit is they're free! I always felt so safe in your arms when you told me it kept the wolves away when I was small. Not that we saw too many of them in Pinner did we?"
She giggled and he smiled into her hair.
"That's because we cuddled a lot. They knew they never stood a chance so moved to Harrow! I guess we're keeping sharks at bay out here."
"Well, we can cuddle some more later but we'll have some hungry passengers who won't be kept at bay if we don't finish dinner."
She pulled back in his arms and reached up intending to kiss his cheek again but a small movement of the boat brought their lips together and despite the shock, neither broke the gentle, loving kiss immediately. Eventually they separated with slightly embarrassed smiles and Crichton smacked her buttocks as she turned away.
"Get back to work cabin girl, the skipper is hungry too!"
She giggled and reflected that his mood was definitely improving and went back to the final preparations for dinner pondering recent events while she did. After the death of her mother Crichton had spent a long time back in the UK not working whilst things were sorted out and she saw how frustrated he got from being away from the sea. She had always been very mature for her age and it had been her decision that the best thing for both Crichton and her was for her to go to boarding school whilst he continued to skipper yachts in far flung places around the world. The fact that she got fantastic holidays out of it was incidental! Despite the forced separation their relationship had strengthened not diminished mainly due to the intense periods of togetherness during those holidays.
However, the effects of his drinking had started to become apparent in the last two years and they had argued about it this time leading to his promise of abstinence. She knew he did not have much of a social life as he was never in one place long enough to form lasting friendships and she realised he was lonely. Maybe they should have another discussion about him returning to the UK and doing short haul work, at least that way he could base himself in one place for longer periods and maybe meet someone to share his life.
What occupied her thoughts more was her reaction to the physical contact, the looks he gave her and the comments about her body. What she had originally laughed off as a joke was now spiralling into flirtation and she quite liked this attention. She had never seen her father in a sexual light before and he had never acted this way towards her but in the space of a few hours there had been a seismic change in their relationship and she liked what was happening to him as a result. But what would happen next?
The passengers gathered for dinner and Crichton, as skipper, hosted the meal while the two crew members not on watch, Tanya and Tony, acted as waiters. The conversation was centred on the boat and the high tech nature of the airfoil and the extra speed that this and the hydrofoils on the hull gave it compared to a soft sail boat.
"So, we could actually do about 25 knots, that's nautical miles per hour, which is over 30 normal miles per hour if you could put up with the bashing from the waves. We would get to Tahiti in less than 3 days but in consideration for you we'll do a more sedate 10 to 15 knots which will get us there in 4 or 5 days, still a lot quicker than most cruising boats. We control the speed using a throttle, just like a power boat, but this one is connected to the computer which trims the airfoil so we can set the most comfortable speed for the conditions."
"What happens if the computer control gear packs up?" asked Lance who was interested in the technology even if Nadia and Chloe were getting bored.
"There are backup systems and if all else fails we can actually control it with ropes and pulleys, just like a conventional boat."
"Mr. Crichton ..." interrupted Nadia looking accusingly at him but Crichton tried to lighten the air and smiled.
"Mr. Crichton was my father, just call me Crichton or Bill or skipper."
"Mr. Crichton, how have you managed to become a skipper of such a boat?"
Crichton was puzzled by the question and there was a pregnant pause.
"I'm not sure I understand the question Ms. Sherematova. I have been sailing since I was 16 and have had an Ocean Yachtmaster's licence since I was 22, nearly 20 years."
"But you are black and I do not believe that black people are intelligent enough to look after such a complicated boat! I would not have agreed to employ you if it had been up to me. You need to be aware of my feelings."
Crichton was absolutely stunned by the comment, he had heard that many Russians were racist but had not expected to suffer it first hand. He looked around the table and could see that both the children were equally surprised and embarrassed by their mother's comment. He tried to be diplomatic in his response despite his growing anger.
"I'm not sure that the colour of my skin has anything to with my intelligence Ms. Sherematova. All I can say is that I have been tested by experts on many types of boats and have been passed fit to have and keep my licence. More importantly the sea has tested me for over 20 years and I'm still here. There is a saying both in sailing and flying that there are old skippers and bold skippers but there are no old and bold skippers."
He looked again at the children and saw a smile of sympathy and understanding from Chloe. Nadia continued to look at him with disdain in her ice blue eyes and a scowl which distorted her flawless features.
"Unfortunately you were the only qualified skipper available at short notice otherwise I would have asked for someone else. I just wish you to know that I expect you and your crew to follow my instructions without question."
Crichton's anger was now at boiling point and he could restrain himself no longer. He rose from his chair to tower over her.
"May I remind you that we are 50 miles from the nearest land and in international waters. As skipper of the vessel I have ultimate authority over all the passengers and crew and can have you confined to your cabin if you transgress MY instructions, you cold racist bitch. I don't know what kind of prima-donna life you lead normally and how everyone does your bidding because you are famous but out here in doesn't matter. Given that I do not expect to work for you ever again after this voyage I will not be following your instructions explicitly if they put the safety of the boat and all the people on it at risk. Now, as you are paying, I can turn the boat around and go back to Samoa where you can charter any number of yachts with white skippers. Otherwise keep out of my way and I'll try to keep out of yours. Where would you like to go, back to Samoa or on to Tahiti?"
Nadia cowered under the tirade and shrunk back in her chair looking more like a frightened child than the ice-queen as she was unused to people answering her back in this manner. The mood was lightened by the sound of a giggle from Chloe who was amused at seeing her normally imperious mother cut down to size but stifled it as Nadia's angry gaze swept over her. Attempting to regain her poise Nadia stood up and looked angrily into Crichton's eyes.
"You may have authority out here but I will make you regret that outburst. No one talks to me like that and gets away with it. I will decide where we go tomorrow. Now, out of my way I am going to my cabin."
Chapter 4
"That went well!" said Tanya as Nadia stormed out and the twins burst into laughter.
"Big up to you, Crichton, I've never seen her so pissed off. I'd better go and calm her down." said Lance, getting up to follow but Chloe stopped him.
"No, Lance, leave her for a bit, she'll only have a pop at you for not defending her or something."
"How can I defend that, she was well out of order and I think she probably knows it."
Chloe turned to Crichton and Tanya.
"I'm sorry but she comes from a very orthodox Christian family that buys into all the anti-black, anti-gay anti-everything that Putin's regime pumps out. Despite the fact that she's been living in the US and Europe for the last 20 years she has a very narrow view of the world and underneath her fame and glamour she's actually very insecure about things that are different."
Crichton turned away and stood up.
"Be that as it may, she was out of order so I hope we can terminate this voyage as soon as possible. Now if you will excuse me I need to go check on the boat."
He left Tanya with the twins and went to the cockpit and after a brief chat with Mitch went forward and sat on the deck with his back against one of the saloon windows looking disconsolately at the dark sky and sea as the catamaran moved effortlessly forward. His mind was a jumble of thoughts about what had just happened and what may be the consequences. Perhaps it was time to give up this life and return to England as Tanya had asked him to. She'd suggested that he start a sailing school near Southampton where she was going to University so they could live together like a proper family. He mused what that would be like, coming home to her most evenings and sitting down to a meal, watching television or going to the pub. Then his daydreaming wandered off course and he wondered if he would be able to keep his hands off her if they lived together. He could not ignore that he had become physically attracted to her and every time he touched her, looked at her or was close to her and breathed in her scent he had felt stirrings in his groin that were definitely not fatherly. However, she was all he had and for the sake of their relationship he needed to get those feelings under control as she would certainly freak out if he ever did anything inappropriate.
He was still sitting on the deck when Tanya found him half an hour later and spoke softly to him.
"Hi Dad, how are you doing?"
His response was to drop his head and tuck his knees up to his chest and clasp his arms round them.
"Peachy, sweetheart, just peachy! I guess I blew it, huh?"
"I think you were wonderful and said absolutely the right thing in the circumstances. I know some people look at me differently because I'm not white but that was my first taste of overt racism and I was just as pissed off with her as you were. Now let me sit down and give you a cuddle."
She stood facing him with her legs straddling his own and lowered herself to sit on his clasped knees expecting him to release them and allow her to slide down his legs into his lap. However, he was slow to move and a sudden lurch of the boat pushed her pelvis, covered only in thin shorts and her bikini bottom, into his face almost smothering him. They both gasped and froze at the contact and he hurriedly released his knees and moved his legs back to allow her onto his lap but not before he had taken at least one deep breath laden with the heady aroma of her sex. He blushed and stammered out an apology but his cock was already reacting as she sat down in his lap with her knees either side of his hips. His arms went around her back and she cradled his head in her arms as they hugged.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I wasn't ... I wasn't expecting you to do that!"
"What, giving you a face full of your daughter's pussy? You'd have to pay £30 in a lap dance club for that!" She teased, making him blush even more. However, he recognised that she was ribbing him and responded with a quip of his own.
"Well, I don't seem to have my wallet on me at the moment but I'm sure I'd get more than 2 seconds for my £30. I feel short changed, I want my money back or I'll complain to the management!"
Putting on a whiny voice she giggled down at him.
"Oh, please don't, I'll lose my job and I need it to pay for my boyfriend's drug habit. I'll make up for it by giving you a private dance."
With that she rotated her buttocks over his groin but suddenly stopped as she felt his growing hardness against her pussy and her eyes opened wide in astonishment. She felt her own body reacting and felt a tingle of desire pass through her. Trying to reduce the contact she lifted herself up slightly but all that did was push her breasts into his face so she sat carefully back down but felt she had to say something, it couldn't be ignored. She pointed down at his groin.
"Jesus Dad, what is that all about?"
"I'm sorry, but it's not often I get a lap dance from a gorgeous teenager ..."
She interrupted him before he could finish.
"But, I'm your daughter; you shouldn't be getting turned on by me!"
His eyes met hers and he returned her hard look with a defiant shrug. He was busted and they could hardly ignore the fact that she was sitting on his erection and decided he had to be honest to her.
"Why ever not? You're the most beautiful and desirable girl I've ever seen and whilst I'm your step-father I'm also a man who is obviously horny. That in itself is a surprise as I've felt like my libido has been disconnected for the past few years and yet, today, every time I've been near you I've started to respond physically either to your touch, your smell or just the way you look. I'm not ashamed to admit that you have that effect on me, inappropriate as that may be. You are very special to me and I love you as my daughter but I am starting to feel a love for you that is definitely not fatherly!"
He paused and looked worriedly at her.
"Please don't think badly of me, I'd be devastated if you hated me for this."
He paused and hugged her close before releasing her and looked at her in amazement.
"Judging by the way your nipples are sticking out I'd say I'm not the only one who is having an improper bodily reaction to this physical contact."
Tanya didn't need to look down at her breasts to know that he was right. What he didn't know was that her pussy was getting excited from the contact with his hard rod between her thighs although if she got much wetter he'd find out soon enough! She met his gaze and tried to recover the moral high ground.
"I love you too dad, and I'd never hate you but it's still not right! I'm ... err ... I'm flattered that you ... err ... feel that about me ... but we shouldn't ... umm ... do ... this."
She stumblingly protested, although less strongly than before and made no attempt to get off him as she felt his cock getting larger beneath her. She had absolutely no experience of penises apart from what she seen in the limited amount of porn she had watched but even her virgin pussy could detect that he was large and still growing. Her illicit, non-daughterly desires increased at the feel of him and they stared at each other like two rabbits caught in each other's headlights until he finally spoke in a voice, hoarse with emotion and desire.
"I love you very much, you are all I have and are more precious to me than the world but you'd better get off me as ... I ... don't know what will happen next if you stay there looking so gorgeous on top of my cock!"
Her internal protestations fell away as the import of his words struck home. He was leaving the decision up to her! If she got off, things could not be unsaid or sensations unfelt and nothing would ever be the same again. Their relationship would be forever changed and probably destroyed because guilt, regret and sorrow would eat away at them. If she stayed where she was their relationship would be forever changed but in a completely different direction. By the sound of him he was ready for that change but was she ready for the leap into the unknown? But, who better to leap into the unknown with the one person she loved and trusted with all her heart and who she knew felt the same way about her? She giggled internally and corrected herself as he obviously loved her more than she had ever imagined! She smiled as she suddenly realised that her hips were making involuntary movements backwards and forwards over his cock driven by the tingling in her loins. It seemed that her clit and pussy wanted a sexual relationship with her father's cock!
"What are you smiling about?"
Crichton's gaze was quizzical as he asked, Tanya said nothing but picked up his right hand with both her hands and leant forward so that her mouth was next to his ear and whispered coquettishly.
"What would you do if I stayed where I was and did ... this?"
She placed his hand against her firm left breast with its' distended nipple which felt like a pebble against his palm. He moved his thumb to gently caress it and she shuddered at the sensation and her intake of breath turned into a moan.
He leant slightly back to look in her eyes again and with a look of profound love he cupped her chin with his left thumb and forefinger and pulled her face towards so that their mouths were millimetres apart.
"I'd do this."
He whispered as his lips touched hers in a long, lingering kiss that seemed to Tanya to suck all the doubts and reservations from her as the universe became centred on the junction of their two mouths. It started as a gentle, sweet, loving kiss that was a reaffirmation of their mutual love and adoration although unlike any that they had shared before. Gradually, as their mouths slowly opened to each other it morphed into something significantly more passionate as the tips of their tongues gently made contact and started to tease and play.
Crichton felt her body move against him and her arms roughly encircled his head clasping their mouths firmly together and he responded by reaching down with his left hand to grasp her buttocks and pull her against him and the kiss became voracious and the tongues no longer played and teased but clashed and duelled together. His right hand no longer caressed her breast but groped and grasped and his thumb bruised the nipple with firm strokes. His left hand was pulling and pushing her hips along his hardness although her own frantic motions did not really need any additional help.
Tanya broke the kiss, gasping and moaning for breath as she felt her engorged clit rubbing continually against his massive cock from the frantic rutting movement. Her sexual experiences were limited but she recognised the building tension in her body as the prelude to her climax but this felt like nothing she had ever achieved with her fingers or sex toy. She wished that there were no clothes in between but was getting too close to her orgasm to stop and do anything about it. It had become a headlong dash to the finish for her but she was not oblivious to the fact that it was her father's cock she was riding. She panted out her words in time to the rhythm of her humping movement.
"Ooh ... Daddy ... your ... cock ... your ... cock ... feels ... fucking ... huge ... against ... my ... pussy ... I'm ... going ... to ... come ... sooooon!"
With that her motion changed as she came to a complete stop as the first wave of her climax overtook her.
"Fucckkkk .... Dadddeeee .... cuminnggg!"
She humped some more and then another wave of the orgasm overtook her again and she froze again but this time her words were unintelligible sounds from her throat.
"UUUUUUUUhhhhh ... nnnngggghhhhh ... ohhhhh fuuccccccccckkkk!"
Crichton too felt his impending release as, despite the layers of clothing, the sensitive underside of his glans was feeling the full effect of Tanya's pubic bone rubbing against him. In addition, calling him 'Daddy' as she came was too much of a turn-on to ignore and he felt the first pulse of semen travel down his cock and into his shorts.
"God, Tanya, you're making Daddy come too! He's coming for his baby girl ... uuuuuuhhhhh!"
His body went rigid and his buttocks lifted off the deck as the jets of come continued to flood his clothes. Slowly his body relaxed and he lay in post orgasmic bliss with his daughter sprawled on top of him as she too recovered from her first male-induced orgasm. The fact that the male in question was her step-father was part of what had made it so very special and any doubts she had harboured had been blown away by the intensity of the experience. She cuddled into his chest as he stroked her back feeling that this was the most natural thing in the world."I love you Daddy, your baby girl loves coming for her Daddy."
Crichton responded by kissing the top of her head and cuddling her tighter.
"Daddy loves coming for his baby girl too."
There was along silence and guilt started to kick in for Crichton.
"Are you OK, you're not upset, grossed out or ...?"
She lifted her head and smiled lovingly at him in the dim light.
"Just take me to bed and fuck my brains out please Daddy!"
Chapter 5
He smiled back at her and shook his head causing her to frown in confusion.
"But ... but ... I thought ... we would ... err ..."
Her kissed his finger and placed it against her lips to silence her and grinned at her.
"There will be no brains spilled tonight, leastways not by 'fucking'"! What I'd like us to do is to go to bed and touch each other, explore each other and finally, make love to each other. There will be plenty of time to fuck each other senseless later. Unless of course you're suggesting this is a one-time offer?"
She met his gaze and shook her head to negate the last comment and her confusion eased and she grinned back. She pulled his head down so that their lips were inches apart and whispered to him.
"You had me worried there! I don't know what beast you've just unleashed and the thought of being close to you and ... well, let's just say you would have had a very grumpy daughter to contend with."
He smiled and pulled her close stroking her back and head while she nuzzled his neck before lifting her head and smiled back at him. Their mouths closed the inches between them and finally met in a slow, erotic dance confirming the mutual love and desire. She broke the kiss and buried her face into his neck and breathed his oh so familiar smell. Familiar and constant for the last 17 years, but now the effect was very different as her pussy started to tingle. She was still for a while and then mumbled into his neck but he could not understand a word she had said. He pulled his head back and turned her face to him so he could look at her.
"What did you say, sweetheart?"
She looked sheepish and embarrassed and was silent for a while and then haltingly said:
"Err ... I said ... I said ..."
She went silent again looking panicked. He bent and kissed her forehead
"Tanya, sweetheart, what's the matter?"
She buried her face in his neck again but spoke more clearly this time.
"I don't know what to do ... I've never been with anyone before. I'm a virgin."
Crichton felt like he'd been hit by a truck! What a fucking imbecile he was! He had given absolutely no consideration to Tanya's experience, or lack of it. He'd never thought about whether she was sexually active until this point, it had never been a topic of conversation. She was a virgin and would be anxious and nervous. Moreover, he shouldn't be taking that away from her, that should be a gift she gave to someone special!
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I just didn't think ... We shouldn't do this, you need to wait to make that gift to the first proper love of your life... Let's just go to bed and cuddle."
She lifted away from him and knelt up straight in an angry hurry and looked fiercely at him.
"Don't you fucking dare start getting wimpy about this now! I asked you to fuck my brains out, I want you to be that special person because you are ... you are the first proper love of my life."
Her face softened as her outburst ended and she settled back onto his chest and his arms gathered her to him.
"You are the one constant in my life and I guess I've always loved you differently than most daughters love their dads ... or then again, maybe not ... maybe all daughters see their dads as a mystical, romantic figure who appears miraculously whenever trouble appears and sweeps them away to safety. I used to have dreams about a hunky pirate who would swing down on a rope and lift me off the deck of a burning ship or dive into shark filled seas to rescue me. I've never thought about it until now but that pirate was you!"
She lifted her head and looked him directly in the eyes with adoration.
"I want you to make love to me, I want to give you my virginity because you are that the first and only love of my life. I was just worried that I would do things wrong because I've never done it before. I want it to be special for you too."
He pulled into the tightest of embraces and kissed her head and laughed to her.
"Well, that's put me in my place! You looked just like your mum when you did that. So beautifully fierce, so fiercely beautiful!"
They remained silent for a minute or two, content to hold each other.
"What do you think Mum would say if she knew what was going to happen or what has already happened?"
Crichton snorted with laughter and she looked up at him with a questioning look.
"Well if she was still alive now she would cut my balls off!"
Tanya giggled.
"Yes, she would, and cut my tits off too! No, but if she could look down on us would she be happy for us?"
"I once told her that I couldn't see myself loving anyone else if anything happened to her and she told me not to make promises that my heart couldn't keep. She said there would come a time when I saw someone, touched someone, heard someone ... and I would be gone ... lost. She said that she hoped it didn't happen before we got married!"
He smiled at the memory and then another came to mind.
"Did we ever tell you how we met?"
Tanya shook her head against his chest.
"You were about 6 months' old at the time. I was queuing in a coffee shop and heard her laugh with a friend and the sound was like music to me. I turned to look, she was gorgeous, way out of my league but just as I was turning back our eyes met and I smiled and she smiled back. I was getting some complicated order and was still waiting when she got served. She gave me another smile as she picked up her tea and I felt I had to say something so I said 'you have a wonderful laugh, like an aural aphrodisiac'. She laughed again and said 'so has that given you an erection?' and I got really embarrassed but as she left she turned and smiled back at me. I grinned back and she came back in and said 'and you've got a wonderful smile' and asked if I'd like to meet for a drink. The rest as they say is ..."
"You still love her ..."
"No ... yes ... I love her memory but I'm not in love with her if that makes sense. You, on the other hand, I love you so much and I'm foolishly in love with you as well. Not a good combination for a normal daddy-daughter relationship but I think we're already in the process of trashing a normal daddy-daughter relationship so it helps rather than hinders. But, in answer to your question, I think she would be happy if her two favourite people found happiness together."
She lifted her head and raised an eyebrow to him.
"Foolishly ... I'm not sure that's the correct adverb ... perhaps you meant 'completely and utterly' or ... umphhh."
He silenced her by kissing her hard and the fact that her mouth was open at the time paved the way for the kiss to quickly develop into a full on spit swapping, tongue duelling, French kiss. His right hand burrowed between their bodies to clasp her left breast and feel the swelling nipple whilst his left hand moved over her right buttock and down into the sensual valley between her thighs. He felt the damp mess that was her shorts and bikini bottom which were now getting a second soaking as her pussy flowered and juiced from the intensity of their physical contact.
For her part Tanya lifted her hips slightly to allow her left hand between their abdomens to grasp the head of his, now fully erect, cock through the sticky mess that was his polo shirt. It was the first time her hand had touched him there and it confirmed her earlier thoughts, he was big, very big. The thought both excited her and worried her. Would it fit, would it hurt, she wondered? She'd find out soon enough but she knew that her hunky pirate would be very gentle and make everything all right.
The combination of the kiss, his hands touching her and her own exploration of his cock had started the involuntary movement of her hips again and Crichton broke the kiss and whispered softly to her.
"If you keep moving like that we'll end up coming in our clothes again and personally ... I'd love to see you naked and kiss and bite your beautiful breasts and run my tongue all the way down my baby girl's spine and through the sweet valley of her buttocks and ..."
He left it hanging but his words had excited her. She wanted to hear more!
"And then what, Daddy? What are you going to do to your baby girl then?"
"I'm going to rim her sweet little bum-hole with my tongue before running it through her pussy lips and licking her clit until she comes all over my face."
They both groaned at his words and realised that they were achieving the same effect as the movement of her pussy against his cock.
"Let's go below before this gets out of hand."
He released her and reluctantly Tanya climbed off him and straightened her clothes as best she could. Her thick dark hair was a mess so she fished in her soggy shorts for a band to hold it in an unruly pony tail. Crichton struggled to get up and he noticed that the sea state had increased and castigated himself for having been distracted from his duties as skipper. He then reconsidered and forgave himself because it was the distraction to beat all other distractions as far as he was concerned! He only hoped that he'd be able to keep his mind focussed when he was supposed to be doing his job.
"Sorry sweetheart but I'll be few minutes. I need to check on the boat."
He saw her initial disappointment replaced by understanding and then a mischievous grin. She leant close to whisper in his ear whilst her hand stroked the bulge of his cock which had started to soften but now reversed direction.
"It's OK Daddy, I'll be waiting for you."
Crichton watched her go below and smiled as he noticed how she walked to avoid the chafing from her damp bikini bottom and shorts and realised he had a cold congealing mass of semen in his own clothes which was also uncomfortable. He hoped it wouldn't be visible to anyone he met! His mind went back to the eroticism of the make-out session with Tanya and his cock started to lengthen and strengthen at the prospect of what was to come. He wanted desperately to make love to his beautiful daughter and hoped that she wouldn't change her mind once she really started to think about things more clearly. It was one thing to be persuaded after a wonderful orgasm but as the lust and bliss cleared she may revert to her moral high ground. If she did he wouldn't force her and they would have to build a different relationship or, hopefully, rebuild the old one.
He looked around to check that the deck was secure and any top-lights were closed. He went into the cockpit positioned above the saloon just as Mitch was handing over to Tony for the midnight to 4.00am watch. They ceased talking abruptly as he entered and looked at him suspiciously.
"Wind and sea are getting up, what's the forecast say about the prediction for the tropical storm?"
Neither of them answered but handed over the iPod with the satellite data on it. Crichton ignored their rudeness and checked the forecast. The storm was behaving as had been predicted and was now building strength but, fortunately, would track well to the north of them even if the wind and sea would get worse along their course. He fired up the satellite uplink and sent the log and GPS data for today's journey to the boat's operating manager as per the required daily routine. No previous manager or owner had ever asked for this routine and he didn't see the point of it. It was like they were keeping tabs on the boat or maybe they didn't trust him with the multi-million dollar vessel. Fortunately they hadn't asked for him to leave the uplink on all the time as it consumed a lot of power which needed to be rationed at night to allow the cabin AC systems to run without running the generator or engine. He gave Tony his instructions.
"OK, it's going to get choppier with a sea on the port bow for a while so use your judgement on speed to keep the guests happy. The Ice Queen is already pissed off so let's not make it any worse. Mitch, please make sure all doors and windows are securely shut. Tony, call me on the intercom if you need me."
'Hopefully you won't,' he thought as he left. He didn't want any interruptions once he got the other side of his cabin door where his gorgeous, sexy step-daughter was waiting for him to spill her brains all over the place from sexual ecstasy. His cock started to harden again at the prospect.
Tanya had gone below and into the cabin she shared with her dad and started to remove her messy clothes. Until now they had respected each other's privacy and got changed in the small en-suite bathroom to avoid any embarrassment. She smiled to herself at the thought that was all changed now. OK, he hadn't seen her naked but dry humping to orgasm with your father was one way to break down the potential for embarrassment! She hoped he wouldn't get a guilty conscience and change his mind. Yes, she had been reluctant at first to the idea but the sheer passion of the kisses and the sexual intensity of the last hour had been enough to convince her that she wanted more. She wanted him to make love to her and to show her how to do things to him that pleased him in return. She wanted to feel his cock so far inside her body that the two of them could not be any closer and she wanted to feel his cock pulse inside her as he came. She shuddered at the memory of him pulsing under her pussy and clit as they had humped on the deck and her damp bikini bottom got damper still.
She slipped down her shorts and untied the strings of her bikini bottom. She had to pull the material away from her sticky, puffy mound and felt the hard nub of her clit as she did so. God, she felt horny and hoped he would hurry up and get here. She ran her middle finger between her pussy lips feeling them gently part and her juices coat her digit as she imagined his face between her thighs and his tongue playing the same role as her finger. He said he wanted her to come over his face but if she kept this up she'd be coming before he even got to the cabin! Reluctantly she withdrew her finger and pulled her polo shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor between the two small single beds with her shorts and bikini bottom.
She looked at the beds, which were smaller than normal singles, worried that one bed would not be big enough for what was going to happen, especially if they fell asleep cuddling as she hoped they would. She giggled, were they going to get much sleep? Part of her hoped they would make love for hours but the other part of her brain was recognising that she would be on watch at 4.00am so would need to sleep at some time.
The beds could be slid together to form a double bed and she bent down to release the catches on the slides and moved them away from the bulkhead to the centre. She bent down and stretched over one of the beds to fix the catch again to stop them sliding apart in bumpy seas just as the cabin door opened.
Crichton's heart almost stopped beating at the sight that greeted him and he stood still staring at Tanya's naked arse displayed in front of him. It was the perfect heart shape with the rounded flow from her waist out to her hips and curving beautifully back into the valley between the thighs in the other direction. He could see her tight anus, pink against her darker skin, and her delectable pussy with the lips already parted. Further down he could make out the start of her pubic bush as a darker shadow. The scene was spectacular and his resolve to take it slow and steady evaporated in an instant. He had to fuck her! Now!
Tanya looked back over her shoulder and grinned at the sight of her father with his mouth open and the erection tenting his trousers.
"Are you going to just stand there and letch over your baby girl's bum or are you going to come here and help me fix this bed?"
Crichton turned and locked the door and pulled off his polo shirt and hurriedly shed his trousers and then his underpants freeing his hard cock. Tanya gasped at the sight, it really was huge and threatening, like a club, but one that started her juices flowing again. She looked at him quizzically as he took two steps to the bed and knelt behind her and placed his left hand on her hip and fisted his cock with the other, still not having said a word. Finally, he spoke.
"Daddy's sorry, baby girl, but your brains are going to get spilled after all! I've just seen the most spectacular bum in the world and all rational thought has gone completely out of my head," and with that he lined his cock up with her pussy lips and ran it up and down from clit to anus gathering copious amounts of moisture as he did.
They both gasped at the contact and Tanya's pussy started to drool at the prospect.
He wasn't going to make love to her he was going to fuck her, right here, right now! Her hunky pirate wanted her that badly he couldn't wait! Looking straight back at him she whimpered with lust but said, in a strong voice:
"Yes, Daddy, fuck my brains out with that big cock of yours. Ram it into me and make your virgin baby girl come on it! Go on fuck me! Take my cherry. Fuck me HARD now!"
Crichton just about managed to restrain himself from just ploughing straight into her and pushed forward to capture the head in the entrance to her vaginal canal. Her labia flowered outward and then closed slightly behind the massive head of his cock which was now stretching the unused muscles of the entrance to her cunt.
Tanya groaned at the slightly painful sensation of being opened so wide but pushed her hips back to capture more of him just as he thrust forward and four inches of solid cock pushed her vaginal muscles aside as if they were paper. Tanya squealed at the intrusion not because it was painful but because she had not expected to receive so much in one go. Hearing the squeal Crichton came to his senses and started to babble his apologies
"Oh, sweetheart, are you OK. I'm sorry I went too hard too fast. I'm a bad Daddy, I forgot you this was your first time. Do you want to stop?"
She gasped back at him:
"Don't you fucking dare! ... I want it all, every inch of it! ... Just fuck me!"
She thrust herself back at him again taking another two inches and then did it again. Crichton looked on in amazement as little by little she screwed herself back onto his cock. He pussy was tight, tighter than anything he had ever experienced and he knew that he would not last very long once they were fucking in earnest. Their was still an inch or so of his cock which was unsheathed so he leant forward so that his chest rested across her back and whispered in her ear.
"Slow down baby girl or Daddy will come too soon you are so fucking tight and hot. Just rest for the moment and I'll slowly work it all inside you."
She turned her face towards him and they kissed a slow lingering kiss as they made small movements of their hips capturing more of his cock and allowing her vaginal muscles to adapt to the intruder.
"OK Daddy, you're so fucking big it feels like I've got your arm up their. Is there much more to go?"
He lifted off her to check before leaning forward again.
"Not much. Are you OK? Is it hurting you or does it feel good?"
"I'm not sure I've got to the good part but just the knowledge that I've got my daddy's cock in my cunt is turning me on."
He grinned at her.
"I'll ignore the foul language this time my little cock loving baby girl."
She giggled back at him.
"Well, Dirty Daddy Daughter Fucker what would you rather I say? Oh, I'm so glad to have my daddy's penis in my vagina, it's awfully spiffing!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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