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Rescue

By: HungryGuy



Foreword: This story is a sequel to UNDER HER. UNDER HER is a sequel to CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST.

This story was inspired by reading some news article about a hospital in Sweden that treats victims of sexual torture by assigning them a sex surrogate to live with them during the duration of their treatment. I'm not sure if that story was true. And even if true, my story obviously doesn't depict how this treatment really works on torture victims, but I thought it would make an excellent premise for an erotic story [g].

WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to enact any of the tortures depicted in this story! Doing so will render your slave a quadriplegic at best, and kill him/her at worst! 

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Jack had learned a fast lesson in BDSM two weeks ago at Edge Play. He had entered a co-ed tandem beer pissing contest as a single bottom not knowing exactly what the contest entailed. He got a fast lesson in BDSM when a black woman from the audience volunteered to be his top in the contest. Together, they had won second place by her sitting on his face and chugging as much beer as she could as fast as she could while peeing in his mouth, and by him drinking her pee and then peeing into a pipe flowing into a small pitcher under his ass. They were the second couple to fill their pitcher. 

After the contest, Tameka had invited him home for the rest of the weekend to be her toilet slave. Being a private agreement, they were not bound by the club's slave auction rules. That weekend, she mercilessly continued his indoctrination into BDSM. Tameka was an experienced and demanding Domme who had put him in his place. She used him as her total toilet and made him consume every possible substance, liquid and solid, excreted from every possible orifice on her body.

It had taken Jack two weeks, now, to work up the guts to return to the club and offer himself in the weekly slave auction to serve a mistress for a weekend. It works like this: 

Every time you enter the club, you are given 10 slave points. This was his third visit, so he now had 30. You can offer yourself for sale, and the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24 hours. You also gain 10% of their bid amount added to your total number of points. 

To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual orientation: straight, gay, or bi. If you're straight, you're only offered to masters of the opposite gender; if you're gay, then only to masters of the same gender; and if you're bi, you are offered to anybody. You give your minimum bid, which works much like the "reserve price" on EBay -- you only get sold if someone bids at or above your minimum bid. You also list your limits and print your safe word -- they recommend "may day," but "red" is the customary safe-word. If a slave refuses to do something that he didn't list as one of his limits, then the slave is banned from the club for life.

On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can't leave the premises with your slave except under special circumstances. For this reason, there are suites that you can rent for the night like a hotel room -- with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon. Likewise, a master who violates a slave's limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the newsgroups. 

Jack actually had little interest in being a slave, but, as a newbie, it was the only way to get enough "slave points" to buy a slave in said auction. Furthermore, his gender worked against him. Female slaves, even inexperienced ones, went for a premium price -- often thousands of "slave points." However, male slaves were the proverbial dime-a-dozen. Being an inexperienced male meant that he would go for a pittance, indeed, if anyone bid for him at all.

So Jack went to the auction and signed up as a slave. He listed his orientation as straight -- being bi would have given him better odds at going for a higher price, but he just couldn't stomach the idea of being gay. The best he could do was to have no minimum bid and to not list any limits whatsoever. After all, what could be worse than being used as a human toilet -- having a woman sit on your face with her asshole over your mouth and take a shit into your mouth while you swallow it all direct from the source?

So he waited in the changing room of the Violet Dungeon. He was ordered to strip naked, then collared, then waited along with about twenty other slaves, both male and female. 

One by one, the auctioneer brought the slaves out to the auction block as he waited his turn. About halfway through the auction, when about half of the slaves had been auctioned off, the auctioneer ushered him out into the assembly room decorated like a medieval torture chamber. His face turned beet-red as he stepped up, buck naked, on a pedestal, and faced the small crowd. 

The auctioneer started the bidding, "Here we have a newcomer to the scene. He's straight, so only women may bid. He tells us he has experience as a toilet slave, and he and his top had won second place in the beer pissing contest two weeks ago. Best of all, he has listed no limits -- anything goes! He has no minimum, so do I have an opening bid, ladies?"

The audience murmured. After a few moments, Jack figured that no one was going to bid on him. Then a hot looking blonde dressed in pink spandex pants and a black tank top announced, "I bid fifty points." 

Jack quickly calculated that would add all of five "slave points" to his total. At least she's a babe! Jack thought to himself.

The auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of fifty for this fine specimen of manhood. Surely a slave with no limits can command a higher price. Can we have a counter bid?"

At that, another bid came from the room, "I bid sixty!" Jack looked across the room at a small Chinese woman with short straight black hair. She grinned back at him. While Jack was pleased that he got a little higher price, he would have preferred going to the hot blonde. 

The auctioneer continued his pitch, "We have a bid of sixty! Anyone care to up that? Come on ladies!"

Jack thought to himself, Come on babe! Outbid her!

The blonde called out "Seventy!"

_Yes! Jack could hardly believe that he had caused a minor bidding war. But before the auctioneer could resume his pitch, the Chinese girl called out, "Eighty!"

_Damn!

"Ninety!" from the blonde.

_Yeah!

"One hundred!" from the Chinese girl. 

_Damn again! But at least I'll be getting more than a few points of my own. C'mon babe! One more bid!

After a pause, the auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of one hundred slave points." He pointed to the blonde, "Don't let him get away!" 

She shook her head "no." 

_Damn!

"Anyone else care to bid on this hunk?" the auctioneer asked the crowd. 

The crowd started to murmur a little, then the auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of one hundred! Going once! Going twice! Gone for one hundred slave points to Mistress Jin Li."

_Shit! Well, at least I went for a decent price.

"Come forward, Jin Li," the auctioneer said to her.

The Chinese woman came up to the podium. The auctioneer clicked a leash to Jack's collar and handed the leash to her.

That moment felt so humiliating for Jack -- standing there completely naked while a total stranger held a leash attached to a collar on his neck.

Jin Li led Jack by his leash into the back room and into a smaller adjacent room. Purchased slaves were there getting dressed, some in their original clothes, and others in fetish-wear provided by their new masters. 

She asked one porter to, "Please bring my slave's clothes in here."

The porter returned a moment later with the plastic tub that he placed his clothes in before the auction. 

"Thank you," she told the porter.

Jack's master handed jack his socks and shoes told him to put them on.

After he did so, she picked up one of a handful of small suitcases and opened it. 

"Now put these on," she said as she threw assorted articles of clothing to Jack. 

Jack put on a leather G-string then held up the snake's nest of leather belts and O-rings that followed.

"What's this?" he asked her.

"Silence slave!" she yelled at him in her Chinese accent. She took it from him, shook it out, and held it up to his body. "Put it on. Now!"

Jack took the harness and draped it over his shoulders. He buckled the buckle under his crotch, around his waist, under his armpits, and around his neck. Jin Li then attached small padlocks to all the buckles that connected the straps together. 

She reached into her case and pulled out a lightweight overcoat and tossed it at him, saying, "One last thing."

He put on the overcoat.

Then she dumped his clothing from the tub into her satchel and closed it.

She then took the leash and yanked on it hard as she left the room, with a curt, "Come."

She led Jack through the club, up the elevators, and to the street. She retrieved her Honda from an adjacent parking garage and drove home with jack.

_Apparently, Jack thought, the garage attendant was used to seeing people lead other people by leashes coming out of Edge Play. 

Jin Li got on the West Side Highway and headed north. Along the way, Jin Li often chatted with truckers on her CB radio.

A truck cab lacking a trailer sped past her going well over the speed limit. She picked hp her microphone. "Breaker nineteen. You in the blue bobtail, you got your ears on?" 

"That's a ten four, ma'am. What can I do for you?"

"You just blew my doors off, man! You know Smokey likes to take pictures up near 128th street. You better slow down!"

"Thanks ma'am. I just delivered my load from Shakey Town and I'm heading north to see my niece. I don't get this far east very often. Thanks for the bear alert!"

Jin Li continued chattering in this jargon-filled foreign language with different truckers along the way. It was almost 2:00 AM by the time they arrived at her house up in Tarrytown. She led him down to her finished basement, set up like a mock dungeon, and chained his leash to a ring embedded in the concrete wall. "You can sleep on that mat on the floor and your leash is long enough so you can use the lavatory. Sleep well, slave, for you'll need your strength in the morning." 

Jack nodded but didn't speak in answer. She turned and went upstairs throwing Jack into darkness. Jack found the mat, curled up, and dozed off to sleep quickly.

Jin Li came back down early the following morning. "Wake up, slave. You've got a busy day ahead."

Jack yawned and stood, answering "Yes, mistress."

She unlocked and removed all the padlocks from his body harness and told him to remove it and to remove his G-string. 

"Now go stand in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross," she said, pointing to a large wooden X mounted to the wall.

He stood there naked as she shackled his wrists to the upper posts of the cross. He had to stand on his tip-toes for his wrists to reach the shackles. She then swung one ankle to one of the lower arms of the cross and shackled it in. Then she swung the other ankle to the other lower arm, causing him to be suspended off the floor by his wrists, and shackled it.

Lastly she set a stool in front of him and stood on it to place a fencing mask over his head. 

Stepping down, she said, "We're now going to play 'Human Darts'."

"Yes, Mistress," he answered again struggling to breathe while suspended by his wrists, spread eagle on the cross, with his feet inches off the floor.

Jin Li walked over to the other end of the room and opened what appeared to be a large electric stainless steel pressure cooker. 

_Holy Shit! Jack thought silently when he saw her remove a fistful of darts from it. 

"Do you know how to score?" she asked.

"No, Mistress."

"You're inexperienced, so I'll forgive you. This time. Your navel is fifty points. Each nipple is one hundred points. Your cock is two hundred points. So are your balls. Anywhere else on your body is ten points. You will keep score. When I earn one thousand points, the game is over."

"Mistress, forgive me, but is this safe?"

"Of course it isn't safe! But you have no limits."

She lifted one dart, took aim, and tossed it at Jack.

Jack gasped as he saw the dart fly straight toward him.

"Yeowww!" Jack yelled when the dart slammed into his stomach.

"Silence, slave," Jin Li ordered.

Jack continued to cry, "Ow! Ow! Ohhh! Ow!" as he panted heavily with the pain in his stomach. He could feel a tingling from his blood flowing from the puncture wound down his stomach and down his leg. 

He hardly noticed her throw another dart at him until he felt another stabbing pain in his chest this time.

"Gaaaa! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!" she shouted again.

"You're such a noisy one!" Jin Li said in obvious annoyance.

Jack caught his breath against the pain only to see Jin Li toss another dart his way. 

"Yaaaa! Gaaa-aak!" he shouted as it struck somewhere near his crotch.

Another dart hit him in the stomach causing him to release another scream.

Then another dart hit him in the leg, for one more scream. The pain was unbearable as tears poured down his cheeks.

"What's my score, slave?" Jin Li asked.

"Ahh! I -- don't -- know -- mistress."

"That's unacceptable, slave. I'll have to continue playing until you learn to keep score."

She walked up to him and yanked the darts from his body, one by one. Then she returned to the back of the room and dropped the darts in a steel bowl next to the 'pressure cooker'."

She removed five more darts, took aim, and let one fly again.

"Eeeyyyaaaa!" Jack screamed as the dart hit home. As unbelievable as it seemed to Jack, the pain from this dart was far worse than it had been before. He could feel that the dart had stuck into his left nipple. 

"Where did the dart hit, slave?" she asked.

"I -- think -- it -- hit -- my -- nipple," he struggled to say against the agonizing pain.

"That is correct, slave. And how many points do I get for that?"

"One -- hundred -- mistress?"

"Yes, slave."

She tossed another dart at him, and it hit somewhere near his stomach. 

"Now, where did the dart hit, slave?" she asked again.

"I -- don't -- think -- it -- hit -- anywhere -- special -- just -- my -- stomach."

"Very good, slave. And how many points do I have now."

"I -- think -- you -- have -- one -- hundred -- ten -- points -- mistress."

"Excellent, slave!" she said. 

She threw another dart which hit him straight in the center of his chest. The point hit his breastbone and then fell out onto the floor as Jack let out another piercing scream.

"How many points was that, slave," she asked.

"I -- don't -- know -- mistress -- the --dart -- fell -- out."

"That means I don't get any points for that one, I'm afraid."

"Yes -- mistress."

She tossed another dart, which pierced his dick. The point had gone all the way through and jabbed him in the balls briefly and then just dangled from his dick."

"Ghakkk! Uuurp!" Jack grunted with the newly experienced pain that far surpassed the previous pain threshold.

"Ohhh!" Jin Li giggled with delight. "What's my score now, slave?"

Jack panted to get the words out even harder than he had before. "Three -- hundred -- ten?"

"I'll accept that answer. But next time, you will address me properly, slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes -- mistress."

She tossed one more dart, striking him in the stomach.

"What's my score now?" she asked.

"Three -- hundred -- twenty -- mistress."

"Wonderful!"

She pulled the darts from Jack and removed five more from the steel tank. She played six more rounds of five darts each before she reached one thousand points. A small puddle of blood had begun to collect under each of Jack's feet, but not enough to be life-threatening. Jack had nearly passed out from the pain, and Jin Li was kind enough to place bandages over the numerous puncture wounds on his body before going upstairs for lunch.

Jack was alert, though quivering and shaking, when Jin Li returned to the dungeon after her lunch. She went into the lavatory, and he could hear water dribbling for a minute, then she returned carrying a tall glass of yellow liquid. 

She set the glass down on a table next to the cross and then she unshackled his ankles, then his wrists, from the cross. Then she removed the fencing mask.

"That was very good for your first time as human dart board, slave? As your reward, you may have a drink." She handed him the glass.

He thirstily gulped down her hot rancid piss. 

"Thank you, mistress."

"You're welcome, slave. Now, come over here and lie down."

He lied down on the floor in the middle of the room. Then she lowered a pair of ankle cuffs from a rope trough a pulley in the ceiling. She locked the cuffs to his ankles and then walked over to a winch mounted in the wall and began cranking it. Slowly, he was raised off the floor by his ankles. She stopped lifting him when his head was about two feet above the floor.

She then walked up to his head and jumped up on his head. 

He heard a pop and felt a strange sharp pain come from his neck as she sat on his chin while wrapping her thighs tightly around his neck.

Immediately, she started swinging on him, back and forth, back and forth, higher and higher, she used his head as a swing. 

"Wheeee!" she shouted. Her weight was magnified with every downward motion, causing his neck pain to become more agonizing with every swing. 

She continued swinging on him for about ten or fifteen minutes before jumping off. 

She went back upstairs while he continued to swing back and forth from the remaining inertia.

She let him hang there for the rest of the day. In the evening, she returned and lowered him back to the floor and chained him back to the wall for the night. Then she returned back upstairs.

Jack was in agony. The puncture wounds all over his body were painfully sore. He felt weak from the lack of blood. And the slightest movement of his neck was agonizingly painful.

He looked around for a phone, but there was none in the room. It was then that he noticed another CB radio in the room. He walked over to it, and turned it on, but it didn't turn on. There was a floor lamp plugged into the same outlet, and when he tried it, it wouldn't light either. There was a wall switch that might power the outlet, but the chain wasn't long enough to reach it. 

Then he noticed that the Autoclave was plugged into an extension cord. He grabbed the extension cord and unplugged the Autoclave, then yanked it from the wall. He carried the cord over to the CB radio and plugged the radio into the cord. Lastly, he plugged the cord into an outlet further down the wall.

Success! The radio hissed to life.

He had no idea how to use a CD radio, but hopefully someone would be listening. He keyed the microphone and said, "Breaker! Breaker! Is anyone listening?"

There was no answer.

"Please! Breaker! Do you have your 'ears' on anyone?"

Again, no answer came from the radio.

"If anyone can hear me, please help me! I'm held captive in thee basement of this house by a crazy woman! She's torturing me! I don't know where, but, please, someone, call the cops and get me out of here! Please!"

Still, there was no answer. He gave up and unplugged the radio. He plugged everything back the way it was and crawled over to his mat to sleep.

Jin Li woke him bright and early again the following morning. "Good morning, slave. If you though we had fun yesterday, just wait to see what I've planned for us today."

Jack didn't answer, but merely sighed.

She opened a chest against the back wall and brought forth a number of odd looking implements, one of which was obviously a cattle prod.

_Oh, God, no! Please! he thought to himself.


Rescue



Okay, I'll admit that these are highly unlikely circumstances. I like highly unusual circumstances. If I want facts, I'll read the encyclopedia. All characters in this story are nineteen years old or older.

*

"Jeffery help!"

It was the plaintive cry of my sister. I ran to her bedroom, but she wasn't there.

"Where the hell are you?" I yelled.

"I'm in the bathroom," she sobbed.

The bathroom door was locked so I kicked it in. There stood my sister stark naked with her tit caught in a dressing table drawer. Her plumb young butt was sticking up. I almost dropped my pants and doggy fucked her, but she was in such pain, I just couldn't do it.

"How did you ever get in such a mess?" I laughed.

"Stop laughing! This isn't funny. It hurts. I was bending over the dressing table and I accidentally slammed the drawer shut on my poor, little titty. Help me Jeffery!"

"Hold still Alice and I'll see if I can get you out of this mess."

Big tears rolled down her cheeks. I looked at the drawer with her tit stuck in it. Damn, I'll bet it did hurt. I got down on my hands and knees and reached in behind the drawer. My face was pushed up hard against her nude tummy. I wanted to lick it, but restrained myself. I gave the drawer a jerk and it popped open. She screamed. The drawer had left a big bruise on her tit and the skin was broken.

"Oh God! It hurts so bad! Help me Jeffery. Fix it!" she whined.

I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to my room. She sat down on my bed and I went to get the antiseptic and some bandages. I was remarkably calm considering this was the first time I had ever seen my sister naked. I returned with the bandages, ointment and a warm wash rag. She was sobbing and cradling her tit.

"This is probably going to hurt, but it has got to be done," I told her.

I picked up the washrag and that's when I got a really good look at her breasts. Except for the bleeding scar, they were perfect. Her nipples were pink and stood out from her breasts like little bullets. They were absolutely beautiful, pert and firm. I carefully washed her injured tit and applied the ointment to the wound. I gently applied a large bandage to the wound.

"Well, that's it," I cheerfully informed her.

"Can I stay with you until it quits hurting, please Jeff, please!" she begged.

"Don't you want to put on some clothes?" I asked.

"What's the point? You've already seen my entire package. Besides, I don't want clothes to touch your bandage."

She lay back on my pillows. Her tears were starting to dry. By now I had a massive hardon. I know, you're not supposed to be turned on by your sister, but I had had her bare tit in my hands and to tell the truth, it felt really, really good. I cursed the fact that she was wounded.

"Thank you for rescuing me Jeff. When my titty heals up, I'll do something really special for you. Right now I need a nap. Please don't leave me alone. You could have a nap too."

I should have said no. It was right to say no. It was wrong to say yes.

"Yes, I'll stay with you," I mumbled, knowing I was going to hell.

I lay down beside her, trying to go to sleep. It was an impossible task. My nude sister lying right next to me, what was I supposed to do? She was drop-dead gorgeous and really well stacked. I kept staring at her shapely rump. I wanted to take a big bite out of it. She smelled like sex and flowers. 

"You could massage my other breast if you want Jeff," she suggested.

I almost broke my wrist getting my hand on her tit. I rolled her nipple in my fingers and squeezed her gently.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good. The wounded one has almost stopped hurting. You're a great doctor, brother mine," she whispered.

"I love you sis," I replied.

I felt her hand rubbing my thigh right up near where my rigid cock was lurking. 

"Oh Jeff, is that for me?" she giggled as her little fingers curled around the bulge in my pants. She gave it a playful shake.

"Well, duh! It's not for me," I replied.

"When I get well, I'll fix it for you," she murmured.

I finally went to sleep with her hand curled around my cock, how I'll never know. When I woke up she was gone. I found her in her bedroom, still nude and snoring softly. It was time for a sandwich. As I sat munching on the tuna melt, I reviewed the unusual events of the day. I mean really, how the hell could she have possibly gotten her tit caught in a drawer. Like the sun rising in the morning, it suddenly dawned on me that she might have done it on purpose. Hmmm. Very interesting. I took a quick shower and retired to my room. As I lay there, I heard my door open and Alice's little bare feet padding across the floor. The bed sagged as she crawled in beside me. I could tell she was still naked.

"Okay, what's the deal?" I inquired.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" she shyly replied.

"I have surmised that you intentionally injured yourself in order to have a good excuse to display your body to me. Nobody on earth could accidentally get their tit caught in a drawer. So what's up?"

"Oh Jeffery, you've caught me. It was all I could think of to get you to notice me. I'm sorry. I'm going back to my room."

I spun around and grabbed her.

"Why didn't you just ask?"

"I was afraid you'd throw me out. I couldn't stand that. Are you going to throw me out now?"

"No way! I've been trying to see you naked for the last five years, ever since you grew tits. Now that you are nineteen, and have told me of your goal, I can tell you that I would gladly have taken you last year. You can stay in my room until mom and dad get back from vacation. When you are ready for the next step, just tell me. Don't dream up any more crazy schemes."

I held her in my arms being careful not to squash her wounded titty. She suddenly pressed her lips to mine and we engaged in one of those super kisses you generally only see in porn movies.

"I'm ready right now. I want to be a real woman. I love you Jeff. I want to give you my innocence and I want to do it now!"

Once again she grabbed my hard member and I knew that this time there would be no escape. Actually, I didn't want to escape. I had an overwhelming desire to fuck her.

"You'll have to be on top so we don't re-injure your titty."

"How do I do it Jeff? Help me."

"First, sit on my belly. Raise up a little, aim my dick at your pussy and just sit down on it."

"It'll hurt, won't it?"

"Yeah, but not as much as slamming your tit in a drawer."

As she sat on my belly, I tenderly cradled her tits. I could feel her wet pussy sliding around on me. 

"Help me Jeff!"

"Stand up a little and I'll aim my cock at you."

She flexed her knees, gained a little altitude and I pointed my hard dick at her soft center. She started in with it and then stopped.

"It won't go any further. What will I do?"

"We have come to your cherry. Bounce hard on it and it'll break."

She wiggled around a little bit and then suddenly jammed my cock all the way in. I felt her hymen depart as she let out a cry. A tear slid down her cheek. She was shaking and nervous.

"Does it hurt bad?" I lamely asked.

"Not as bad as slamming my tit in a drawer. In fact it's starting feel pretty good!"

She started sliding up and down my cock as I thrust enthusiastically into her.

"That feels so good! Are you gonna cum in me?"

""That is my plan," I panted.

Her body didn't have a blemish on it except for the damage to her breast. I felt her all over as we fucked each other. She was smooth and soft and hot.

"Am I gonna cum?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah. I'm gonna make you cum like a freight train!" 

She was moaning and grunting as we did our mating dance. She straightened up. Her cunt clamped down on me. She was sweating slightly and trembling. She was quivering inside like a bowl of jello.

She screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming Jeff! I'm cumming on your cock. Cum in me now!"

I grunted and released my sperm into my sister's vagina. Cumming in her felt so good, I wanted to do it again and again.

She rolled off of me with cum running down her legs and lay there gently squeezing my cock. 

"I love you Jeff," she panted.

"I love you too Alice."

"What are we going to do?" she shyly asked.

"My plan is to keep on fucking each other until you find some guy you want to marry. We don't really need the hassle of one of those brother/sister continuing sagas do we?"

"You're right Jeff. We can just have a lot of fun together until one of us finds a permanent partner. But for right now, I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you."

That was three years ago and we're still screwing each other every chance we get. I date and she dates but neither of us has found that special someone yet. Oh well. 



Rescue at Sea



Mike lowered his binoculars and pushed the throttle forward to the maximum. It would be an exaggeration to say his battered cabin cruiser surged ahead. A large cloud of black smoke and a backfire burst from the exhaust, the ancient hull vibrated, slowly the revs mounted and the inappropriately named "Queen of the Waves" lurched and protested as the speed built up to 15 knots.

Through his binoculars Mike had seen hundreds of gannets diving into the water. He knew what that meant. A huge school of pilchards. From the air the gannets were feasting and he knew that in the water below the game fish would be assembling. A great chance for a big kingfish or tuna.

Slightly ahead and to starboard there was a large, modern cruiser, a gin palace more than twice as long as his modest craft. He was surprised to see it this far out. Usually the fat cat owners wouldn't venture into these waters, so far from port, when there were closer bays where they could moor to drink their champagne and nibble their salmon salads. The two cruisers had the sea to themselves.

The gin palace was still 200 hundred meters away when he drew level. Then he noticed two women waving. That was strange. The occupants of such craft always ignored his with its fading paint and unkempt look. Mike looked behind to see if they were waving at someone else.

No, the sea was empty. 

Mike lived out on an outer island in a settlement of five cabins making a modest living writing computer software via the Internet as he wrote his book. At 20 years of age old he had got fed up with university and enjoyed the solitude of life three hours by sea from civilization.

The other owners of the cabins were holiday makers and most of the time, like now, he had the island to himself. Just as he liked it.

He gave the women a wave and checked the gannets far ahead with his binoculars. He scanned to the gin palace. The women came into full focus. Looked like a mother and daughter.

"Why the fuck were they waving so much?" He looked more closely. They had their hands by their mouths and looked like they were shouting. He couldn't hear anything over the raucous noise of his straining engine. Probably some Smart Alec comment about the dilapidated state of "Queen of the Waves."

He resisted the urge to wave two fingers at them and turned his attention to the distant gannets.

Then it dawned on Mike. They were calling for help. He looked back at the gannets. There were hundreds of them. There must be some great fish below. It was also only a couple of hours until dusk. If he stopped to help, there went his chance of a decent fish.

Cursing, Mike reluctantly changed course and headed for the larger boat. As he got closer he could see them more clearly. Both were wearing sun dresses. Long dark hair and as far as he could see from this distance, slim figures. The daughter looked like a clone of her mother. Maybe 18. The mother looked far too young to have a daughter that age, but Mike knew that where there is enough money for a gin palace like that, there was enough money for personal trainers, age reducing creams and perhaps a cosmetic surgeon's scalpel.

He drew close to the stern of the cruiser. He tossed a rope to the mother and cursed again as she dropped it. She dropped it again on the next attempt. Mike sighed and pointed to the daughter who caught the rope the next time. Mike had to yell at them to tie it onto a cleat, which he saw they did very inexpertly.

He finally got close enough to jump onto the transom then climb aboard. Ignoring the women he quickly tied a knot to secure his own boat.

"Why didn't you come sooner? Couldn't you see us waving?" the mother asked with a frosty stare.

"I thought you were just being friendly."

"Friendly? Do you think we would wave at someone in a tub like yours for twenty minutes, just to be friendly?"

Mike sighed to himself. He had forsaken a fighting tuna to be abused by an upper class snob. He looked the mother. An aristocratic beauty, there was no doubt. High cheekbones which were accentuated by her long dark hair being drawn sharply back from her face. A perfect, almost unlined complexion and, at this moment a haughty, disdainful expression.

But, as he tried to think of a reply, Mike noticed the smile lines at the side of her eyes and thought perhaps there was a hint of a smile with that haughtiness. She was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than his six feet. Her sun-dress hid most of her body, but it was obvious she was slim. The sun dress, however, hid almost none of her legs which were long, so long, slim, tanned and shapely with a hint of muscle tone.

She seemed uninterested in Mike's admiring gaze, but did seem to be waiting for his response.

"Have I given up the chance of catching a tuna, just to have my beloved "Queen of the Waves" abused by people I'm rescuing from a watery grave?

"Are you telling me you love that tub?" There was definitely a strong hint of a smile now.

Mike looked as his craft, smoke belching from the exhaust, the paintwork which he had been intending to paint for two years, but hadn't got around to it, the three cracked windows with strips of masking tape, the pile of empty beer cans which again he had been planning to tidy up, but hadn't quite managed.

"'Queen of the Waves' has always been faithful, been there when I have needed her. Unlike most women I've known." He looked her steadily in the eyes.

The twinkle in the mother's eyes brightened.

But the daughter interrupted.

"He's dead."

Mike was not used to death, but felt he was expected to commiserate.

"I'm sorry to hear that. None of us go on forever I guess." But even as he said it, he felt that his compassion sounded hollow.

"Who's dead?" he added as an afterthought.

"The charter skipper. He went to the toilet and when we checked after half an hour, there he was sitting there."

"Sitting there?"

"Yes, on the toilet with his trousers down." Was that a slight grin that Mike noticed?

"Perhaps he has eaten something unpleasant and just needs some time. He could be constipated"

"That was three hours ago. He's still in exactly the same position with exactly the same stupid expression on his face." The mother's tone had become haughty again.

Bracing himself Mike went to the toilet. He had never even seen a dead body before. He opened the door and saw a fat, middle aged man, sitting on the toilet, shorts around his ankles and leaning into a corner. There was a look of surprise on his face.

"Fuck, I suppose I'd be surprised too." empathized Mike. 

He touched the skin of the body. It seemed very cold. 

"How can you tell if someone is dead?" he wondered. Then he remembered an old movie.

"Do you have a hand mirror?" he asked the women who had followed him.

"Why do you need a mirror for heavens sake?" The mother looked irritated.

"Just get one if you have one please."

With a skywards roll of her eyes the mother went to her handbag. 

He held the mirror in front of the corpse's mouth. No misting at all. According to the movie, no misting meant no breathing and no breathing meant death.

"Dead," Mike pronounced. " Like last week's roast dinner. Poor bastard. What a way to go. With your trousers down."

"I've already told you that he's dead. He's been there for three hours. I've stuck him with this pin ten times to try and get some reaction." She pointed to a large safety pin. "Why did you have to touch him with my mirror?"

"I saw it in a movie."

The daughter giggled, even the mother had a smirk.

"What a coincidence. I saw a movie where someone used a safety pin to check a corpse."

Her smirk turned to a smile and when her daughter started laughing, the mother joined in. Out of deference to the dead, Mike tried not to laugh, but failed.

He composed himself and closed the door to try and give the corpse some dignity.

He took the opportunity to study the daughter. She was an inch shorter than her mother. She had her mother's bone structure but her face was softer with her youth. Possibly her breasts were bigger and her legs were the match of her mother's.

Her expression was not haughty in the slightest. More a wide eyed innocence but she did have that alluring, mischievous twinkle of her mother.

"If he's been dead for three hours, why didn't you call for help?"

"Me! Are you mad? How would I know how to work the fucking radio thing?" The mother was indignant. "And we've been out of cellphone range."

"So, we've been sailing around for three hours trying to find port," said the daughter.

"Port's that way," said Mike. "You've come in the wrong direction. This way is South America."

The mother glared. "Well, use the radio yourself."

This was a problem for Mike. Although he spent a lot of time at sea he was ignorant when it came to nautical equipment. "Must take that Master Mariner's course soon," he had been saying for years

He looked at the radio and uselessly twiddled a couple of knobs.

"I don't know these ones. Where's the manual?"

"We spent three hours looking for it. There isn't one." The mother eyed him coldly. "You'll have to use the radio on your tub."

Mike was starting to take serious exception to her description of his beloved craft, but embarrassment stopped him . He didn't have a radio.

"Ah um, mine's not working right now."

The mother looked at him in disbelief. She looked at her daughter.

"Well Sarah, let this be a good lesson for you about men. One is sitting on the toilet, stone dead, and this one" pointing at Mike, "our saviour, our rescuer, is obviously brain dead."

Sarah looked at Mike, then started to giggle. Mike watched in amazement as the mother started to smile and then laugh. The two women held each other as they laughed hysterically.

Although the joke was directed at him, Mike could see the humor and couldn't suppress a grin.

The mother looked at him. 

"I'm sorry, that's a bit unfair. My name is Simone and this is Sarah."

Mike introduced himself.

"Well, Skipper Mike, what do you suggest?"

"Won't the charter company be looking for you?"

"I don't think they will miss us until tomorrow. We were going to moor in a bay and have two days out here."

"It's called Dead Man's Bay. We got the dead man but we didn't get the bay," Sarah giggled but soon she and her mother were laughing in each other's arms. This time Mike laughed out loud. 

"It's going to be dark in a couple of hours. The only safe mooring we can get to is the bay where I live. We'll go there and I'll call the coastguard."

Mike went back to his cruiser and they set off. But after a couple of minutes of watching the erratic steering of Simone and Sarah he dropped back and after some frantic signals got them to stop. He set up a rope so that "Queen of the Waves" could be towed by the gin palace.

Mike took the wheel and Simone and Sarah stood beside him.

"Are you sure you know how to do this?" asked Sarah.

"I'm the skipper as your Mum just said. I won't take insubordination. You can always abandon ship"

He pushed her towards the stern.

"Aye aye, skipper," said Sarah grinning at him and saluting.

"Well what are your orders, skipper?" Simone was also smiling.

"We must give a farewell toast to the recently departed. Is there any booze on board?"

"Booze? Yes skipper, we have that well under control. About the only thing Sarah and I do have under control on this boat."

Again the two women laughed. Mike wondered what he had struck.

Sarah returned a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She filled them and the three of them walked to the toilet and Mike opened the door. The former skipper was still there, still with his shorts around his ankles and still with that startled look on his face.

"Farewell, old Sea Dog," intoned Mike. "May the seas be calm in heaven." 

"Farewell, old Sea Dog," intoned Sarah. "May your heaven be full of beautiful mermaids."

"Farewell, old Sea Dog," intoned Simone. "Watch out when you let down your trousers in heaven."

After the laughter had stopped they drained their glasses.

"Why did the two of you come out on a charter?" asked Mike when he got back to the wheel.

"It was an impulse. Yesterday Sarah and I told my husband to piss off."

"Can you believe it skipper Mike? He was having an affair with his secretary. She is half Mum's age and about three times her weight."

"To be quite honest Sarah," Mike said looking at Simone. "No I can't. He must be mad."

Simone smiled at him then turned to Sarah.

"What did I tell you about men sweetheart? The three most recent men in our lives and one is stone dead, this one is brain dead and the other is mad."

Mike laughed longer than the two women did.

Sarah changed the topic.

"So this morning we wondered how we would celebrate Daddy's departure. I thought of a cruise and we would have a party on the beach."

"We wanted to make it formal so we brought our evening dresses," said Simone.

Mike wondered when he would wake from this dream.

Sarah filled their champagne glasses.

"Farewell toasts to Daddy," she said.

"Farewell, dear Rupert," intoned Simone. "May my lawyers take every cent you have."

"Farewell, dear Daddy," intoned Sarah. "Please don't have sex with her on top. You'll get crushed."

Again hysterical laughter and another female embrace. Mike thought Rupert may have done the sensible thing by escaping.

"Your turn skipper Mike."

Mike thought.

"Farewell poor Rupert. May you enjoy the peace and tranquility you will have without these women and their jokes."

Sarah and Simone looked at Mike.

"We are so lucky having skipper Mike as our rescuer, aren't we Mum?"

"We certainly are. A silver tongue is far more important than knowing how to work a radio."

They came and stood either side of him at the wheel. They were so close that their bodies were touching him as they stared ahead. Mike caught a whiff of perfume from both.

Simone asked Mike some questions about his life.

"You're writing a book. How interesting. What is it about?"

Mike looked her in the eye. "It's a saga of noble, honorable men and faithless, scheming women."

Simone looked him in the eye with her engaging twinkle and her face seemed to glow. She put her hand on his.

"How absolutely perfect. What else?"

"A heart rending tale of two such noble men. Both met the same two women. Women of great beauty and devastating wit. Neither man could cope. One chose to escape with another woman twice his size, the other chose to die on a toilet at sea."

Simone turned Mike's head so that she could see his face.

She could not contain her giggles. "Skipper Mike, you are such a romantic." And she gave him a brief kiss on the lips.

Sarah filled the champagne glasses again. "A toast to skipper Mike's masterpiece."

"To my humble scratchings," said Mike. "May they do justice to these extraordinary women."

"To skipper Mike's masterpiece," said Sarah. "May his hero be able to cope with those two women." And, like her mother before, kissed him briefly on the lips.

"To skipper Mike's masterpiece," said Simone. "May his hero's most passionate dreams become reality."

Again she kissed him. This time there was a touch of her tongue on his lips.

Both Sarah and Simone put an arm around Mike's waist. Again Mike wondered when he would wake from his dream.

He steered with one hand and let the other drift lightly down Simone's neck. She turned to kiss him again, this time her lips parted and her tongue pushed between Mike's lips. Mike let his hand drift down her spine. His fingers confirmed what his eyes had suspected. Simone was not wearing a bra.

He casually drifted his hand lower to the hem of her short sun dress and raised it so that he could squeeze her buttocks. Simone kissed him even longer then turned to look ahead. But she pushed her bum back against his hand.

At first Mike thought she was wearing no knickers, but then he found the string of her thong. His erection bounced up inside his shorts.

He felt a finger gently run down his cheek and turned to look at Sarah.

"No favoritism between crew members skipper Mike," she whispered, thrusting her lips to his. She lifted the one hand which Mike had on the wheel and placed it on her bum. Mike was forced to take his hand from Simone and return it to the wheel. She didn't seem to mind as she kissed his cheek briefly as Mike kissed her daughter. Simone tightened her arm around his waist.

Mike's hand explored Sarah's buttocks. They were similarly delightful firm, soft mounds. Her thong was just as skimpy as her mother's and, from the way she pushed back her bum into his hand, her pleasure was the same as her mother's.

They came closer to shore and unfortunately Mike needed both hands to manage the cruiser. 

"What are you thinking Skipper Mike?" asked Sarah, stroking the side of his face.

"Do you want the truth or shall I make something up?"

"Which would be more interesting?"

"The truth is I was wondering why mother and daughter are wearing identical thongs."

"Hmmm," said Sarah pensively. "There are two questions there. The first is why do we have the same thongs. The answer to that is that I bought a packet of two and Mum stole one."

Simone ran her lips and tongue around Mike's ear sending a thrill through his spine to his erection.

"But our skipper's question could mean why are we wearing thongs? Isn't that so Sarah?"

Sarah nodded. "Good question. Why are we wearing thongs Mum?"

"I don't know. I can't really think of any good reason why we should be wearing thongs."

Mike was well experienced for a 20 year old but nothing had prepared him for what happened next. Both women reached under their short dresses and dragged down their thongs. Sarah picked them both from the floor and threw them over the side.

Both women resumed their positions standing on either side of him, staring straight ahead into the dusk and saying nothing.

Mike had to concentrate carefully to navigate through a narrow passage between the rocks which guarded the entrance to the bay where he lived.

This time it was Sarah who caressed his ear with her lips and tongue.

"And what are you thinking now, Skipper Mike?" .

"Truth or fiction?"

"Which would be more interesting?"

"I was thinking about the tuna I would have caught if I hadn't been forced to rescue you."

"Oh, Skipper Mike, that is such a lovely thought. Because of us a beautiful fish is still alive. Sarah, that's our good deed for the day."

"Isn't life strange with it's swings and roundabouts. The skipper of this boat is dead, with his trousers off, but we have saved a poor fish's life."

Both women then burst into giggles and leaned against Mike as they laughed. As their bodies bounced with mirth Mike was aware of four unfettered breasts against his sides. He was glad of the increasing dark to hide his rampant erection

They arrived at the mooring buoy.

"Right, crew," said Mike. "There's work to be done. Are you two going to help or just be decorative."

"Just be decorative of course," said Simone and sat on a bench. This caused her dress to ride up and Mike realized that without an unfortunate shadow he would have been able to see her pussy.

Sarah said, "We paid good money for this charter on the basis that someone else would do all the work."

"But you paid it to him," Mike pointed to the toilet. "And I can't see him doing much to help."

Sarah came over to him, put her arms tightly around his neck and looked earnestly into his eyes. Mike was aware of her teenage breasts against his chest. Of her knicker-less pubic mound pressing against his erection.

"Skipper Mike," she whispered. "We'll find some way to pay you." She went and sat beside her mother.

Mike took the dinghy and moored "Queen of the Waves." When he returned he found that Simone and Sarah had made a modest effort. Each had a small suitcase. There were two large chilly bins and one small one.




Rescue at Sea



"For Daddy's farewell party," said Sarah. "Our evening dresses," pointing to the suitcases. "The food," pointing to the small chilly bin. "The champagne," pointing to the two large chilly bins.

Mike rowed the dinghy and faced Simone and Sarah as they sat in the stern. He couldn't take his eyes off their beautiful, fully exposed thighs. He could take his mind off the thought that there were two naked pussies protected only by an inch of sun dress. 

The inevitable happened and he could do nothing as he needed both hands to row.

"Skipper Mike, I know a way we could get to shore faster." Simone had that mischievous smile. Mike braced himself for what he knew was coming.

"We could put up a sail on that big mast you have there."

Again the two women hugged each other as they laughed. Mike used an oar to splash them with water.

This only increased the laughter.

Mike's cabin was very basic. One bedroom, one bathroom and one large room which had everything else. But the view over the bay was magnificent and Sarah and Simone were highly complimentary.

"Skipper Mike," asked Simone peering through his telescope. "Is this what you use to find damsels in distress like us?"

"I should have used it. If I had seen the two of you, I would have gone back to sleep."

Simone came to him and hugged him. Again he was aware of bra-less breasts, of an almost naked pussy pushing hard into his penis.

"Skipper Mike, you do say the loveliest things."

Mike couldn't resist fondling her buttocks under her dress. Mike couldn't resist lifting the dress and knowing it was a naked pussy pushing into him. Mike couldn't resist kissing her and feeling her tongue probe his mouth.

Sarah joined them in their embrace, one arm around Mike, the other around her mother. She put her lips to Mike's ear.

"There's so much time, but you should really contact the coastguard about the body before you take advantage of Mum's emotional state."

Reluctantly he agreed.

The coastguard were not accustomed dealing with dead bodies on toilets.

"Why the hell are his trousers down?"

"He was on the toilet for fuck's sake."

"How do you know he's dead?"

"He hasn't moved for five hours, he's as cold as a lawyer's heart and we stuck a safety pin into him 20 times. And we put a mirror under his nose."

"Why the hell did you do that?"

Mike explained the two movies and surprisingly this both impressed and convinced the coastguard. The commanding officer came to the phone.

"So you used the old mirror and safety pin checks. Smart work. They never fail. At least not in the movies I've seen."

Unfortunately a large gathering of the city's movers and shakers had taken out a flotilla of their gin palaces and, by the time they were completely drunk, had all run aground. All the coastguard's resources would be tied up for hours trying to save them. It was agreed they would come out at first light the next morning to collect the remains of the old Sea Dog.

Sarah and Simone had been busy while Mike was doing this. They had collected a large pile of driftwood onto the beach in front of Mike's cabin. They went through his pantry collecting all his plates and cutlery and took those out.

Then they went into the bathroom together. Mike heard their excited giggles as they showered.

"There's not much hot water. Please leave some for me," he called out to them, then wondered why he was wasting his breath.

After 15 minutes they came out wrapped in towels.

"Skipper Mike there's something wrong with the water here. It's just run cold."

They vanished into his bedroom with their suitcases.

"Ladies only for the next half hour." Simone wagged a finger at him.

As he continued his discussion with the coastguard Mike heard hair driers and excited comments.

"Mum, you are so beautiful."

"Sarah, there really isn't very much of that dress."

"Mum, won't you be showing too much cleavage?"

"Sarah, where are our thongs?"

"You know you stole my last one this afternoon."

Mike finally finished with the coastguard. He had his cold shower and by the time he was finished his bedroom was empty. He looked outside. It was dark but the bonfire sent flames into the air. He could see two dark figures lying on a rug beside it holding hands.

He dressed in his best trousers and shirt and went out to join them.

The two figures stood up and as he went closer he could see them clearly by the light of the flames.

The sight which beheld him was far beyond his most erotic fantasies.

Simone was wearing a long white dress which came to her ankles. But the top was widely parted at her shoulders and the garment only came together below her navel. The sides of her breasts were bare, almost to her nipples, and these, in the night air jutted prominently against the material covering them.

Her long dress was slit up the side of her left leg. The slit went as far as her hip bone. She had her tanned left leg slightly forward so that it was completely exposed. All her thigh, even the inside. The floating folds of the dress only just covered her pussy. It was obvious that no thongs had been found.

Mike was now used to her haughty expression. But he could also see that hint of a smile, that confident, welcoming challenge.

Sarah was a contrast. He dress was black, tight and even shorter than the sun dress she had worn that day. The satiny material clung to her upper body. As the flame lights flickered her breasts were so visible that it seemed that she was naked and had painted her body black. So obvious was the shape of her firm rounded teenage breasts. So obvious were her nipples.

Her expression was of open teenage enthusiasm but still with a hint of mischievousness. 

"Well Skipper Mike, will we be suitable company for you.?"

"On any other night I would say 'Yes'. Unfortunately I must work on my book tonight."

But his smile was broad and their laughter was confident.

First he went to Sarah, who put her arms up to hug him. They kissed with open mouths, Mike ran his hand up the top of her dress and fondled her breast. Sarah pushed herself into him and pushed her left leg between his.

With his other hand he lifted her dress above her waist. His hand drifted over her pussy. It was absolutely hairless. He gently explored the soft folds of her outer labia.

He then turned to Simone who was as welcoming as her daughter with her mouth and tongue and lips. She didn't mind as Mike took both the straps off her shoulders and her dress fell away exposing her upper body. Mike explored with his fingers and hands. Explored the slim tautness of her belly, the tiny folds of her navel, the firmness of her breasts. Not as firm and uplifted as Sarah's to be sure, but Mike knew they would be the envy of all the girls he had been with.

His other hand moved inside the slit in her dress to discover her feminine intimacies. Again a smooth and hairless pussy, her labia soft and warm.

All three lay down on the rug with Mike in between. With no rush Simone replaced her shoulder straps. But she felt no need to adjust her dress where the split had left both thighs open and her pussy only just covered. Mike placed his hand on her upper thigh and Simone parted her legs slightly allowing him to go to the top of her thighs, with the side of his hand against her labia.

Sarah's dress was simply too short to cover her as she lay. Her beautiful feminine folds were open and she made no effort to cover them. Mike's other hand cupped her pussy protectively.

Both women sipped their wine.

"It's tough being a man with the two of you. I can't drink any wine."

Sarah put her glass to his lips.

"Poor old Sea Dog," said Mike looking out at the gin palace in the moonlight. "What a pity he didn't last one more day."

"Sarah and I were planning on just two of us being at this party. Perhaps he's already found his heavenly mermaids."

"Perhaps he already has his trousers down," giggled Sarah.

Sarah went to the cabin to get more wine. Mike opened Simone's dress a little more and bent over to softly kiss and lick her outer genitals. Simone shuddered and stroked his hair.

Mike looked up at her beautiful face which now showed no sign of haughtiness.

"Simone, we do have one problem. I only have one cock."

"So I see," she said undoing his belt and opening his fly and stroking his erection. "You men are so useless.

"I thought that as we are having a four course meal, Sarah could go with the appetizer, I will be the entree and go on like that."

"Does that mean I've got to have eight courses."

"You can skip some of the food if you like."

She moved down and licked Mike's knob then put it in her mouth. She lifted her head.

"Just two things please Skipper Mike," she held his shaft and looked into his eyes. "Sarah is by no means a virgin, but you know what teenage boys are like. Her experience has been "wham bang". She deserves more I think."

Mike reflected on Sarah's lovely teenage beauty and thought she certainly did.

"Mmmm. And the other thing."

"Sarah's Mum isn't all that confident. I have been married for 19 years and apart from two guilt ridden and unsatisfying flings I haven't played around. And dear Rupert had no idea or really any interest in me."

Mike was a little surprised. It didn't fit with his assessment of Simone's character and his cock was still buzzing from her mouth.

"You are so beautiful Simone."

He eased her dress off her right shoulder and looked at her bare breast as the light from the flames danced over it.

Sarah returned with the wine. She took no notice of her mother's semi nudity and sat down with her pussy yellow and red from the flame light. She might as well have been topless as the material covering her breasts was so translucent.

Mike sat, not touching either woman; simply luxuriating in the extraordinary beauty, the extraordinary femininity, the extraordinary promise of a night of sexuality beyond his dreams. 

Simone stood up.

"I must go and prepare the appetizer." 

She bent over Sarah and the two women kissed each other on the lips. She bent over Mike and placed her bare nipple in his mouth. Mike sucked gently and briefly and Simone went to Mike's cabin.

Sarah smiled at Mike." What are your orders skipper Mike?"

"Your sailor's uniform isn't standard issue. It must go."

So Sarah stood and Mike unzipped her dress and raised it over her head. Her big brown breast with their big brown aureoles greeted him. Her flat stomach, her thin waist, her long slender thighs were open to his gaze. Her labia seemed to be smiling at him, in a vertical sort of way.

Mike took her in his arms and laid her on the blanket and took off his clothes. Sarah raised her knees and parted her legs and held out her arms. 

"Please, please fuck me now, skipper."

"I will most certainly fuck you but not right now, most exquisitely beautiful Sarah.

With his lips and tongue and fingers and hands Mike caressed and worshiped Sarah's body; from her forehead to her knees to her fingers. Sarah's sexuality was awakened to the eroticism she had in every inch of her body, to how her skin tingled after his touch, to how thrills seemed to go from where his fingers were to her vagina.

His tongue and fingers played their magic tune on her nipples and on her labia, but he neither entered her vagina nor stimulated her clitoris. Sarah relaxed mentally as her body built its excitement. Her hips moved with a will of their own, her breathing started to quicken.

When Mike returned to kiss her lips she opened her mouth wide and sucked his tongue urgently. When his hands returned to her breasts with a firmer touch she put her hand on his forcing him into her harder. When his hand moved up her inner thighs she parted her legs and just about squealed with excitement of his feathery touch. 

When his fingers played over her pussy she felt an erotic thrill as he stroked her clitoral hood. When he parted her inner labia and his fingers entered her sodden vagina, it was not with the crude thrust of her previous lovers but as though he was finding every nerve ending to build her excitement.

Then his divine fingers found her clitoris. Then her pleasure burst through her loins and exploded in a shuddering orgasm. Then Sarah burst into tears of happiness and excitement and held his shoulders in a iron grip.

Before she recovered Mike's fingers were in her vagina. At first deeply, exploring her cervix and Sarah pushed her hips up to take him deeper. Then Mike's fingers partially withdrew and she felt a totally new form of pleasure, a totally new form of excitement as he caressed her G spot. Her orgasm came even more powerfully and left Sarah panting.

Mike moved down between Sarah's thighs. He parted her legs wider and pushed her knees towards her breasts. Her most intimate femininity was open and willing available to him. He kissed and licked up her inner thighs, on that wonderful soft flesh between her thighs and her labia, her pubic mound, her clitoral hood, her outer labia which were now drenched with her feminine juices. Down and lingeringly over her perineum, down to her anus.

This was a new world for Sarah. She had talked about this with her friends and had been repulsed. Now she delighted in his exploration.

When Mike's lips sucked Sarah's clitoris, the soft tender eroticism almost tormented her until he increased the pressure and her tension was released in another orgasm. Then his fingers on her G spot with his tongue on her clitoris. 

At first Sarah was only vaguely aware of Mike's finger entering her anus, but when two fingers were inside to the top knuckle, the forbidden excitement overwhelmed her. Sarah tightened her sphincter around his digits as her orgasm consumed her from her pubic mound, her clitoris, her G spot, to the depths of her vagina and the depths of her bowel.

They lay side by side. Sarah's body was covered in perspiration and reflected the glow of the flames as Mike surveyed her beauty. Sarah ran her fingers through Mike's hair.

"Oh you beautiful man. Skipper Mike, you may have saved us from a shipwreck, but I think I need to be saved from you."

They giggled and laughed and sipped wine. Then it struck Sarah.

"Mike, I've had all those wonderful orgasms and you haven't even had one."

Mike nuzzled her ear.

"You can say it now," he whispered.

"Say what?"

"What you said before."

"Oh yes I remember. Please, please, fuck me now skipper."

The nerves in Sarah's vagina were still aroused making his entry an exquisite delight. But what thrilled Sarah almost as much was the beautiful feel of this beautiful man's beautiful hardness and masculinity deep inside her. She thrust her hips, she squeezed with her vaginal muscles, she wrapped her thighs around Mike's waist.

Mike was so aroused by the foreplay, by Sarah's beauty, by her desire for him, by the feel of her soft, warm, wet vagina that he had to use an iron will not to come too soon. But fortunately Sarah was almost completely aroused before his entry so that when his penis focused on her G spot her orgasm came so quickly it took Sarah by surprise.

Her groans of orgasmic joy were accompanied by groans of pleasure as she felt him stiffen, heard him grunt, felt him plunge onto her cervix and knew his semen was spraying her feminine depths.

They lay like that for ten minutes, saying little, then separated and sipped some wine.

"Appetizers anyone," called Simone as she came from the cabin. 

Sarah reached for her dress, but Mike extended a restraining hand and he made no effort to dress himself. Simone brought out a plate of smoked salmon with sour cream and caviar on strips of wholemeal bread.

Simone looked at the two naked bodies. She saw Mike's flaccid penis, his slim torso with its lean hard musculature. She looked at Sarah and saw the orgasmic flush in her daughter's cheeks.

"Won't you be getting cold without any clothes, Sarah?"

"I'm lovely and warm and anyway skipper Mike won't let me get dressed."

"I'm feeling a little overdressed with you two like that."

So Mike again eased off Simone's shoulder straps and lifted her dress so that it hid nothing, But Simone decided that it would be better if she took off the dress completely.

The three sat by the fire nibbling their salmon. They sat cross legged. Sarah was completely relaxed about her pussy being in full view of Mike. Simone felt less comfortable, particularly as Mike made no attempts to disguise his gazes at her shaven pussy. Once he looked up from it and then smiled at her.

Simone felt the urge to close her knees, but fought it and in fact spread her legs far wider. Mike's smile broadened. 

Sarah had watched this interchange.

"Time for me to prepare the entree, I think."

She kissed Mike and held his hand to her breast and as she kissed her mother she whispered, "You are a very lucky lady."

As she had said to Mike earlier, Simone was hesitant. It wasn't that she didn't want Mike. She liked him, she loved his body and she hadn't had good sex in years.

First she was worried about her age. She was almost twice as old as he. She had no reason to worry. She had a classical bone structure, perfect complexion, slimness, years with a personal trainer and the good luck to have the genes which kept her breasts firm and pointed high.

Mike sensed that despite her brazen-ness, despite her earlier confidence Simone needed reassurance.

"Simone, you are so beautiful. What is the most beautiful part of you I wonder?"

"Is it these eyes?" A kiss to her eyelids.

"Your beautiful, aristocratic face?" A shower of light kisses.

"Possibly these soft full lips." A lingering kiss.

And so he covered her all her body with praise and kisses.

"This slim nose, maybe?"

"These smooth cheeks?"

"This slender neck?"

All over her body. Simone's upper arms, her armpits, wrists, hands, breasts, aureoles, nipples, belly, navel, pubic mound, labia, thighs, knees, calves and feet.

Simone started by giggling at the humor, but her body relaxed, responded and rejoiced as Mike explored and questioned.

Simone had also worried that she might not have the right responses, that her sexuality was inadequate.

But these concerns vanished as Mike's fingers traced over her inner thighs, causing a beautiful sensation to shiver through to her vagina. His fingers played her pussy like a Mozart sonata and her orgasm came in a crescendo. Like her daughter, Simone experienced his wonderful mouth on her clitoris and like her daughter Simone's body was swamped in the joy of multiple orgasms..

By the time Mike's rampant cock spread the pink folds of her inner labia, Simone was in a state of ecstatic bliss and she moaned in uninhibited delight with her last orgasm. 

Mike propped her shoulders and head on some cushions and knelt astride Simone's chest. She bent forward and eagerly took his cock into her mouth, into her throat and sucked and licked urgently.

Mike withdrew so that his orgasm squirted over her aristocratic face before Simone sucked the last of his juices from his penis.

Side by side they lay, gazing into each other's face. Mike's fingers gently rubbed his semen into Simone's face and both enjoyed the intimate, cloying smell.

They threw more wood on the fire and Sarah brought out the entree: a fresh Caesar salad. Mike gave a skipper's command that both women must keep their knees at least 18 inches apart.

This was accepted with enthusiasm and without question and as time went by, both Sarah and her mother enjoyed the brazen sexuality of their femininity and kept their knees wider. They both knew that Mike worshiped their bodies and they marveled how this strange set of circumstances had resulted in their being on this remote beach with this extraordinary young man.

Simone went inside to prepare her main course and Sarah offered her body as her main course. After the delight of Mike's earlier oral sex with her she wanted to return the favor.




Rescue at Sea



Sarah pushed hard and didn't mind the discomfort in her throat, didn't mind that she gagged. She was totally focused on the delight of having his rigid cock in her mouth and on the delight in giving him pleasure.

Then Mike asked her to kneel on the blanket with her shoulders flat on the ground. She pushed her stomach towards the earth which meant that her buttocks were pointed almost to the sky. She parted her legs, thrilled that she was in this submissive position with her genitals open to Mike to do with as he wished.

Mike grasped her hips strongly and thrust his penis into her vagina and pounded vigorously. In this position his penis penetrated even deeper and the pressure on her G spot was even greater. 

Their sex wasn't gentle. 

It was primeval, basic, unrestrained physicality. Sarah's role was to push herself backwards to get Mike deeper into her and to cry out loudly as her orgasm surged. She didn't think that life could offer more. But she was wrong. Mike pushed two saliva covered fingers into her anus. 

The initial entry was abrupt and might have hurt had Sarah not been so excited. When those fingers were fully inserted, with their own lovely feeling on her rectum wall, increasing the pressure of Mike's cock on her vaginal nerves Sarah surrendered completely to her most primitive, animal instincts and became a sexual beast and howled in delight.

Mike withdrew from her vagina and easily thrust his penis into Sarah's dilated anus and her ecstasy took a different dimension. Her bowel felt gorgeously full with his manliness, the feeling of his cock rubbing against her smooth bowel walls, the indirect pleasure to her vagina from the pressure. When Mike moved his fingers to Sarah's clitoris her world contracted so that she was only aware of her flesh from her pubic mound to her anus and Mike's magical, demanding cock.

Her orgasmic wail was even louder. Later Mike reflected that it was just as well the bay was deserted or someone would have called the police to say there was a pack of wolves on the loose.

Simone's main course of baked salmon was superb. Simone had certainly not watched Sarah and Mike together, buy couldn't avoid having heard Sarah's excited wails.

When Sarah went to the bathroom Simone asked Mike, "Skipper, did you see the movie, When Harry met Sally?"

"Yes."

"And do you remember when Meg Ryan faked an orgasm in the restaurant."

"Yes."

"And when a waitress asked a dear old lady what she wanted to eat, the lady pointed at Meg Ryan and said, whatever she's having."

"That was a great scene."

"Skipper, may I place my order for desert?"

"This is most irregular I'm the skipper and I decide. But," Mike laughed, "Because you have such a beautiful nose, I will agree."

"Skipper, for desert, could I please have what Sarah just had. Whatever it was."

But Simone's introduction was different from Sarah's. She had little of her daughter's impetuosity, she had an intellectual aversion to anal sex and a sphincter muscle which refused to yield. Nonetheless she was determined that a new part of her life was starting. After her now usual multiple orgasms from Mike's tongue and penis in her vagina, she lay facing him with her knees high around his waist.

Mike was ever so slow in forcing his well oiled penis inside, but it still hurt.

"Do you want to go on Simone?"

"Yes please skipper," and she regained her composure and forced her rectum to become used to this overfull sensation. When he was fully inside she felt uncomfortable, but not sore, not sexually aroused but emotionally happy that she was doing this with the man who had saved her life and was liking more and more.

Mike's thrusts were ever so slow and ever so tender. Gradually Simone's rectum walls expanded and she stopped feeling uncomfortable.

She didn't orgasm but felt an emotional thrill as Mike ejaculated deep in her bowel. She clung to him and sobbed a little.

Sobbed for her wasted sexual years, sobbed for the joy she felt now, sobbed with pleasure at her new found sexuality.

The three walked arm in arm and naked along the beach not saying much.

"May I ask you ladies a question?"

"Whatever you like, skipper Mike."

"Just as soon as I came on board, I knew you wanted to have sex. But you are both quite conservative and don't strike me as the sort who would engage in casual bonking."

"You're right. We're not. But we had to honor our promise to you."

"What promise? I didn't hear any promise."

"When we were waving at you, we were terrified you were going to ignore us. So we yelled at you saying that you could do whatever you liked with us for a week," said Simone.

"And immediately you turned and came to us. Surely you heard?" said Sarah.

"I couldn't hear a thing over the noise of my engine."

Sarah and Simone looked at each other.

"Oh dear Mum, we've put ourselves through this sexual abuse for nothing."

"And he thought we were interested in him for his body. What an ego." Mike could hear the giggles starting.

"And we took off our thongs for no reason." More giggles.

"And we've had had our mouths fucked, our cunts fucked and our asses fucked while we could have been spending the night paying final respects to the old Sea Dog." The laughter broke out.

"What do we do now?"

"Well a promise is a promise I suppose darling daughter. However unattractive the implications." Simone stroked Mike's cock.

They all walked on in silence.

"So it's anything I like for a week?"

"We have no choice."

"That's good. "Queen of the Waves" needs a good coat of paint.

The coastguard arrived early the next morning. The commanding officer needed to be sure that the old Sea Dog was dead. He stuck a needle into the corpse 10 times, then held a mirror to its face.

"Dead," he pronounced. "Like the snapper I ate last night."

Simone and Sarah protested initially about being forced to paint "Queen of the Waves." But as her superstructure emerged pristine and seemingly new from the paint, they took a parental pride, similar to Mike's, in the old tub.

Simone's mind and body overcame their reluctance to anal sex and by the end of the week Simone's ecstatic wails matched her daughter's as she knelt, shoulders down on the blanket, holding her buttocks apart to help Mike drive deeper into her bowel.

Rupert, Simone's ex husband, was blissfully happy with his large girl friend, despite being impoverished by Simone's lawyers. He felt so relaxed at not being intellectually challenged by two women who ganged up on him.

Initially the old Sea Dog's days in heaven were tinged with remorse as he watched down on Mike ravishing Simone and Sarah and thought of what might have been. 

But St Peter introduced him to some heavenly mermaids and told him that no-one has heart attacks in heaven.



Rescue



"How so?"

"Well, that girlfriend I just told you about."

"Yes?"

"The first few times we, you know, did it, she went down on me. It was great! She told me how she was always horny and loved sex. I thought I was finally in heaven. She even swallowed! However, after a couple of weeks into the relationship, she turned out to be a sack of potatoes in bed. She no longer gave me head. She said she had problems with her teeth, and it hurt to blow me. She also said that she had back problems, and she couldn't be more active in bed because of her back pain. I tried to be sympathetic, but I grew tired of the same old excuses that I had heard over and over before. If she was halfway decent in bed, I might have overlooked her anger problem. But what's the point to live with an abusive women who isn't even good in bed? Now I know why all her boyfriends leave her. I guess that makes me seem like a jerk, huh, Ping?"

"No way, Jack! I've never given head, but when you're ready, I'm looking forward to trying it," she said with a sly grin.

A moment later, someone knocked on the door. Ping said, "Come in," and Doctor Sorensen entered.

"Good morning, Jack and Ping," he said. "How are you feeling today, Jack?" he asked.

"I'm feeling better today."

"That's good. How does your neck feel?" 

"It's a little sore, but not too bad."

"Good. Just let me take a look at you, please?" 

The doctor took his temperature and listened to his chest with his stethoscope. After poking and prodding him a few times, he declared, "The infection is gone. I think the two of you can be moved to a residential unit." 

"Where? Here in the hospital?" Jack asked.

The doctor pointed out the window. "See that building across the lawn? That's the Patient Hotel. That's where you and Ping will be moving to, tomorrow probably."

"Sure," Jack answered.

The doctor left and closed the door.

"So Jack, tell me more!" Ping urged.

"Well after that, I decided to try the BDSM scene. I went to this kinky club in New York, and entered a beer drinking contest. At least I thought it was a beer drinking contest. It was actually an 'a woman sits on my face and drinks beer while she pees in my mouth and I pee into a pitcher' contest. I had kind of fantasized about stuff like that, but I never knew it really happened. After we won second prize, it didn't seem so strange, and I agreed to go home with her for the weekend to do kinky stuff."

"Really? What happened?"

"Well, I was her toilet slave. You know what that means?"

"Actual, yes! I know what that means," she answered with a giggle.

"But what I really wanted was to buy a slave in their slave auction. But not a real slave -- a BDSM slave that's yours for just the weekend. Like, you both agree to it and agree what the slave's limits are and everything." 

"Yes, I understand."

"But there was no way I could afford to buy a slave. The only way to get enough 'slave points' was to sell myself a few times first. So that's what I did, and, well, you know what happened."

"Yes, I know what happened, the woman who 'bought' you turned out to be a kook."

"Yeah! And here I am with a broken neck and all kinds of internal injuries and infections."

"The injuries and infections will heal, Jack. The rest -- that's what I'm here for."

"Ping, my neck is killing me right now. Can we just lie still for a while?"

"Sure, Jack."

They lied in bed for the rest of the day.

The following morning, Doctor Called their room on the phone and told them to be ready to move. Ping dressed herself and helped Jack dress in street clothes provided by the hospital. Later, Doctor's Olsson and Sorensen came in together with a couple of orderlies. They disconnected Jack's IV and heart monitor. Jack was placed in a wheelchair and the orderlies started wheeling him out of the room.

"I'll push him!" Ping insisted.

Ping wheeled Jack down the corridor, down the elevator, through an underground tunnel, to the Patient Hotel. Then they rode an elevator up and out into another hallway and into a small suite.

The orderlies set down Ping's satchel and one other satchel.

Ping helped Jack out of the wheelchair and over to a sofa, then the orderlies left.

Jack looked up at Ping.

Ping looked back at Jack and asked, "How about some breakfast?" 

"Sure," Jack answered.

After some time, Ping served waffles, ham, and orange juice, which they ate sitting together on the sofa.

"Now what?" Jack asked.

"What do you mean?" 

"What happens now?" Jack asked again.

"What do you want to happen now?"

"I really don't know," Jack answered.

Ping snuggled next to Jack and put her arm around his shoulder.

"You like me now, don't you Jack?"

"Yeah, you're sweet."

Ping stood and sat on Jack's lap. Being that she was much smaller than he was, they were sitting face-to-face.

Jack leaned forward and kissed Ping, and soon their tongues were wrestling each others'. Jack's lust finally got the better of him and he picked up Ping and carried her into the bedroom. Panting heavily, Jack dropped Ping on the bed and mounted her.


"Jack, be careful. Don't hurt me, please!"

"I'm sorry Ping. I don't know what got into me."

Jack lifted up and started to crawl off Ping's body.

"On no! You're not going anywhere!" She grabbed him and pulled him back down onto her, resuming their previous kiss.

After a few moments, Ping said, "Roll over."

Jack obliged as Ping rolled on top of him. She leaned up and removed her top, and then her brassiere. Then she crawled higher and lowered her breast to Jack's mouth. 

"Suck my nipple," she commanded.

Jack didn't have much choice since Ping was on top of him pressing her nipple against his mouth with the weight of her upper torso.

After a while, Ping lifted up and switched to the other nipple.

Then she sat up and crawled down his body. She unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, then leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. 

"Ping?" Jack asked.

Ping looked up and met Jack's gaze for a split second before sliding her lips over the head of his hard member.

"Oh man! That feels so good!" Jack moaned.

She slowly slid her mouth up and down the head, taking it in slightly deeper with each stroke. Suddenly, Jack could no longer restrain himself and shot his wad into mouth. 

Ping immediately started gagging and coughing and let some out, but she continued sucking on it as he continued to fill her mouth.

Finally expended, Ping leaned up and swallowed, revealing a wide grin.

"Well?" Jack asked.

"Wow! So that's what it tastes like," Ping answered.

"Please say you liked it."

"Oh I loved it, Jack! Can I do it again?"

"Really? You want to do it again?"

"Yes!"

"I don't know if I can come again so soon, but you're welcome to try."

Once again, Ping placed her mouth around Jack's cock. Like before, she slowly slid her mouth up and down the head, taking it in slightly deeper with each stroke. This time, she continued until she engulfed his whole member with her mouth, at which time Jack felt the urge once again and shot his wad down her throat. 

Ping immediately started gagging and coughing, yet she remained motionless with Jack's cock as deep into in her mouth as she could get it while he continued to pump it out.

Sated once again, Ping leaned up, swallowed, coughed, and smiled, saying, "I'm sorry, Jack. I'll do better next time. I promise!"

Jack smiled back at her, saying, "Wow! Ping! For someone who never did that, you're really good at it! I don't know how you can get any better!"

"Really? You think I'm good?"

"Well, if you do that for me at least every once in a while, you'll have one contented guy here!" 

"Oh, I'll do that every time if you want, Jack. Every time! That's a promise!"

"Wow! Really?"

"Sure."

"But would you do the same for me now?"

"What, you want me to suck your cock, Ping?"

"No, silly. My pussy!"

"I'd love nothing better than to suck your pussy, Ping!"

With a big grin, Ping stood and dropped her jeans and pulled down her panties. Then she crawled up the bed and placed his head between her thighs. She then slowly lowered her ass onto his face, positioning her pussy directly over his mouth. Pressing down ever so slightly, she said, "Suck my pussy, Jack. Make me come!"

Jack immediately started working her pussy with his tongue. He licked up the center, past the hole and over her clit, then back down. Then he licked the perimeter of her pussy up and around above her clit and back down the other side. Then up and down the center again."

"Oh, Jack!" Ping squealed. "You're such a tease!" 

Jack continued this pattern over and over again, and it didn't take Ping long to come. After just a few rounds, Ping started quaking and bouncing on Jack's face. The sexual endorphins completely masked Jack's neck pain. He continued the pattern even as Ping shook and moaned in delight. At last, Ping could no longer hold herself up and sat on Jacks face with her full weight. She sat there for a moment panting and then jumped off.

"Oh Jack! I'm so sorry! I just lost all control when I started to come." 

"Ping, you didn't hurt me! That felt so good!"

"Really? You liked that?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Eating my pussy wasn't dirty or anything for you?"

"On no! I love to eat pussy!"

"As much as I love to suck your cock?"

"Probably!"

"Then, Jack, we should stay together forever!"

"Yeah, but Ping?"

"Yes, love?"

"Maybe now's not the right time to say this, but eventually, you know, my treatment will be over and I'll be sent home, right?"

"Of course?"

"And you'll be assigned to another, uhm, victim? Oh, Ping..." Jack started to cry.

Ping crawled back down on top of Jack and faced him.

"Love," she said, "if you want me, and I want you, we can certainly stay together."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. This isn't something we do over and over again. Most of us who volunteer to be partners do it only once. Others might do it twice. More than that is really unusual."

"So what do you do next, after I'm 'cured'?"

"That's up to us. A patient and his partner almost always form a bond that lasts a lifetime. Many do stay together."

"You mean that we can, uhm..."

"Yes, I have my own home, you know. You can move in with me."

"And you won't have to, you know, do this with anyone else?"

"No. There are positions in the hospital for a psychologist, or I can start my own practice. We have options."

"Oh, Ping, I want to stay with you. I love you!"

"As I love you, Jack!"

- END -

Postscript: I'm posted most of my stories by now and I need some new story ideas. So I'm making a special offer. Are you a woman who would like to be in an erotic story? If so, email me and tell me what your personal fetish is -- and whether you like to have it done to you or you like to do it to someone else. Tell me what you look like and your general body type. A photo would be good too --it doesn't have to be nude unless you want to . Tell me your handle or first name that you would like to go by in the story (no last names please nor other personal information). This is the first time I've made this offer so I'm not sure how well it will work out, but if you are interested, let me know. Thanks. 

WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to enact any of the tortures depicted in this story! Doing so will render your sub a quadriplegic at best, and kill your sub at worst!